Black Light: Determined
Excerpt By Maren Smith
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She’d heard about Tiger Balm and Bengay being used to heighten sex play. She’d even seen it once. A Domme had donned gloves before smearing a hefty dollop of Bengay all over her submissive’s balls and ass, and even on the condom-wrapped strap-on she’d then used to fuck him with. From that poor sub’s initial teeth-gritted grunts to his eventual howls, it must have been intense.
“Two…” Adam warned, while Claire stared into the shadowy abyss of the reverse glory hole. She wasn’t going to safe word. She knew it, even if he didn’t. But it was nice of him to give her a warning and an option. Considering the type of scene this was, he didn’t have to do either. Her job was simply to endure, but did she really want to endure chemically-induced burning on her genitals?
Maybe the better question was, did she want to give up? Pressing her forehead against the leather padding, Claire rolled her lips tight so she wouldn’t make a sound.
Bound in this position, all she felt was her own vulnerability.
“So be it,” he said, his tsk of sympathy utterly belied by his cheerful tone. “Deep breath, now. When the intensity hits that point where you don’t think you can bear another second of it, try to keep in mind my compound has a short lifespan. It’ll only burn its most hellish for about twenty minutes, and all residual effects should disappear after a couple of hours if you don’t rub anywhere. No later than tomorrow morning if you do.”
“Twenty minutes,” she echoed. That long? Could she do twen—too late. With a cool, wet splat, he slathered everything on his hand up the inner slope of both her thighs until his hand was solidly on her pussy. She sucked air, but could no more than flinch while he worked the wetness into her, smearing her outer folds, her clit, stabbing two fingers into her to rub the compound up inside and ending at last on her asshole, where he spent no more than a few seconds, working the residual gel all around her puckered rim, before a thrust of his thumb imbedded it inside that as well. He was nothing if not thorough.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, as his thumb fucked her with impartial roughness, pumping in and out a half-dozen times before withdrawing. He gave her bottom a slap, as if to say, all done, and with a rubbery snap, took off his gloves and tossed them into a nearby trashcan.
Claire stared at the wall before her, hardly moving or breathing, straining for the first heated signs of the hell he’d promised. Her thighs tingled, strangely cool everywhere the compound had touched her. Not just cool, but cold almost. Noticeably cold.
Maybe he’d used the wrong compound, and why did that strike her as kind of disappointing?
She was just debating whether she ought to tell him or not when she heard the clink of his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the hiss of supple leather being pulled free of pants loops. “Don’t worry,” Adam said, moving to her side so she could better see as he palmed the buckle and wound his belt around his hand.
When it reached a manageable length, he patted her hip. “We’re going to get there, I promise.”
Where? To hell, she had time to wonder, before he drew back his arm and, with a sharp downward swish, swiped his belt across her ass. It wasn’t hard. Tender as she was, it didn’t have to be when all he struck her with was the last few inches, and he wasn’t finished yet. He kept the belt swinging, back and forth across her ass, and he moved with it, never striking the same place twice, letting each leathery snap bite new spots all over her flinching backside. From the crack of her ass to the backs of her thighs, and all the way around the curves to her hips, he not only deepened the blush of pain that already stained her, but he deepened the wanton fire.
It stung, but it felt good. More than good, Claire melted into each swish and snap and the tingling up the inside of her thighs intensified, growing colder as it spread.
“Mm,” Claire turned her cheek to the ledge padding. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows quirking as the chilly tingle sank into her clit and anus at the same time. The rest of her pussy was slower to follow. It had to be the cool air brushing across her bottom each time the belt tip smacked her. Or was that the compound, just now starting to work?
“Mm,” Claire whimpered again, turning her face into the padding, pressing her forehead hard until she could feel the solidness of the wood underneath, because the tingle was starting to feel like needles now and the cold was damn near icy, but also with licks of fastgrowing flames igniting all around her back passage.
“Mm.”
It was on her clit now too, burning. Scalding her. Searing and tingling and branding her everywhere he’d smeared that devil’s ointment on her sensitive skin. It was shocking how fast it went from nothing, to coolness, to hellfire.
“Okay,” she half-laughed, starting to get alarmed. “I think I feel it now.”
“You think you do?” Adam inquired. “Well, let’s just make sure, shall we?”
Gone was the gentle back and forth rhythm of his belt. In a sudden swipe, he lashed her ass with the full force of his arm and the supple leather that had felt so good up until then, caught both her cheeks together, hugging her flesh in its biting grip and amplified the heat until it blazed lava hot.
Claire yelped, snapping open her legs as far as they would go, waggling frantically to put out the fire.
It was all the invitation Adam apparently needed. Shifting both his aim and his swing, he brought the length of his belt whipping up between her legs, laying a single branding stripe against her exposed pussy lips. She’d have shrieked all over again, but when that biting snap flicked her clit, it stole her breath. Her shout warbled, dissolving into a hoarse, crow-like cawing. She snapped her feet up, waggling her ass, lewdly humping the end of the ledge as if in the throws of the hottest passion.
Oh Jesus, the heat!
The minute she snapped her legs together, she thrust them far apart just as quickly, but the bonfire refused to be expelled. It was lava. It was a living, molten monster thrusting and throbbing and burrowing its way inside her. No matter how she moved — there was no relief and oh, what a show she must be presenting. The more frantically she humped and waggled, the worse the heat grew and the more Adam seemed to take it as a personal invitation to snap her pussy with his belt. When she squeezed her legs together, his attention returned to her ass but the slightest touch of skin on skin made the fire unbearable.
“Get it off!” she ground through gritted teeth. “Oh, my God, you’re killing me!”
“Are you giving up?” The kiss of his belt gentled once more, returning to that back and forth swish across her ass and thighs, smacking so lightly it barely registered above the burning of the compound. The weight of his hand came to rest on the small of her back, soothing her with gentle circular caresses.
The Bitch never quit anything, no matter how hard or how ferociously her skin was broiling off her. God! She thumped her forehead against the padding, groaning. He had her diapered in an oven — that was what this felt like. And it wasn’t stopping!
But it would. Twenty minutes, he’d said. She could do anything for twenty minutes.
“I can wipe off the excess,” Adam said cheerfully. “I can even put some neutralizer on it, although it doesn’t really stop the burning. Nothing can help that now, I’m afraid, but time.” He checked his wristwatch. “If you’re not at the worst of it yet, you will be soon enough.” He patted her hip again. “Still, if you’re done, you’re done. Just say the word.”
Claire growled, drowning in molten lava and the sweat now beading up on her own body. She didn’t think she was moving, but the squeak of her belly sliding on the ledge padding said otherwise.
Impossible as it was to hold still, moving made the fire worse. She’d paid how much money for this? She was insane!
“Tell you what,” Adam said, “just because I admire your perseverance, how about a little ice?”
Who the hell brought this man ice and when had he stolen a quiet second to ask for it? Claire twisted, but all she saw was Adam, with his belt draped over his shoulder and a bar glass dripping with condensation in his hand. He fished out an ice cube.
Common sense said that would soothe the heat, but that mocking twist of a smile on his lips suggested otherwise. She knew why, too, the second he slipped that ice cube up between the burning lips of her labia, into her hellishly throbbing pussy. The ice did not put out the fire. It turned the burning cold, and hell took on a whole new dimension of discomfort.
“Oh my God!” Claire arched as high as the waist strap and her wrist bonds would allow. Everywhere the ice touched her, the cold stabbed her with frozen needles. Everywhere it didn't, the fire was ravaging.
His body heat was unbearable. The cup of his hand against her pussy was torture in a way both impossible to bear and, God help her, weirdly erotic. Not just because of where he was touching her, but because of the tingling, throbbing, raging pressure of her own bloody heartbeat, thundering through her clit and radiating out through her in waves that made her stupid nipples think this hell was somehow sexy.
The throb in her anus was the worst of all. He'd long since taken his thumb away, and yet her body still felt him embedded in her. With each fiery, pressure-pulse, her ass became that much more convinced that what she was feeling was really him, stabbing that digit in and out of her. Stoking the fire hotter one deep pump at a time, only now he was using more than just his thumb. Now it was his cock, longer and thicker, almost more than she could take. The pulses were telling her he was doing all those things he'd promised wouldn’t happen with her head on this side of the hole. It tried to say that he was balls-deep inside her, the girth of his pounding cock stretching her to the point of rawness as he fucked her.
While she burned. In hellfire. And now in ice, too.
And there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing except endure. Endure the icy needles as he rubbed that melting cube all over her clit. Once it was gone, the frozen needles instantly melted back into flaming agony, but only until he got another cube. This one he placed against her anus, circling her flaming back entrance and driving her straight to the point of tears.
“I love the sounds you make.” He pushed the cube into her as deep as his finger could go. The melting ice was cold comfort while his finger pumped slow thrusts in and out of her, and his body heat took her to blazing new levels of torture. He chuckled. “If it’s any consolation, I took my gloves off too soon. My hands are killing me.”
His hands were killing him? His hands?! What about her ass?!
“Two…” Adam warned, while Claire stared into the shadowy abyss of the reverse glory hole. She wasn’t going to safe word. She knew it, even if he didn’t. But it was nice of him to give her a warning and an option. Considering the type of scene this was, he didn’t have to do either. Her job was simply to endure, but did she really want to endure chemically-induced burning on her genitals?
Maybe the better question was, did she want to give up? Pressing her forehead against the leather padding, Claire rolled her lips tight so she wouldn’t make a sound.
Bound in this position, all she felt was her own vulnerability.
“So be it,” he said, his tsk of sympathy utterly belied by his cheerful tone. “Deep breath, now. When the intensity hits that point where you don’t think you can bear another second of it, try to keep in mind my compound has a short lifespan. It’ll only burn its most hellish for about twenty minutes, and all residual effects should disappear after a couple of hours if you don’t rub anywhere. No later than tomorrow morning if you do.”
“Twenty minutes,” she echoed. That long? Could she do twen—too late. With a cool, wet splat, he slathered everything on his hand up the inner slope of both her thighs until his hand was solidly on her pussy. She sucked air, but could no more than flinch while he worked the wetness into her, smearing her outer folds, her clit, stabbing two fingers into her to rub the compound up inside and ending at last on her asshole, where he spent no more than a few seconds, working the residual gel all around her puckered rim, before a thrust of his thumb imbedded it inside that as well. He was nothing if not thorough.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, as his thumb fucked her with impartial roughness, pumping in and out a half-dozen times before withdrawing. He gave her bottom a slap, as if to say, all done, and with a rubbery snap, took off his gloves and tossed them into a nearby trashcan.
Claire stared at the wall before her, hardly moving or breathing, straining for the first heated signs of the hell he’d promised. Her thighs tingled, strangely cool everywhere the compound had touched her. Not just cool, but cold almost. Noticeably cold.
Maybe he’d used the wrong compound, and why did that strike her as kind of disappointing?
She was just debating whether she ought to tell him or not when she heard the clink of his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the hiss of supple leather being pulled free of pants loops. “Don’t worry,” Adam said, moving to her side so she could better see as he palmed the buckle and wound his belt around his hand.
When it reached a manageable length, he patted her hip. “We’re going to get there, I promise.”
Where? To hell, she had time to wonder, before he drew back his arm and, with a sharp downward swish, swiped his belt across her ass. It wasn’t hard. Tender as she was, it didn’t have to be when all he struck her with was the last few inches, and he wasn’t finished yet. He kept the belt swinging, back and forth across her ass, and he moved with it, never striking the same place twice, letting each leathery snap bite new spots all over her flinching backside. From the crack of her ass to the backs of her thighs, and all the way around the curves to her hips, he not only deepened the blush of pain that already stained her, but he deepened the wanton fire.
It stung, but it felt good. More than good, Claire melted into each swish and snap and the tingling up the inside of her thighs intensified, growing colder as it spread.
“Mm,” Claire turned her cheek to the ledge padding. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows quirking as the chilly tingle sank into her clit and anus at the same time. The rest of her pussy was slower to follow. It had to be the cool air brushing across her bottom each time the belt tip smacked her. Or was that the compound, just now starting to work?
“Mm,” Claire whimpered again, turning her face into the padding, pressing her forehead hard until she could feel the solidness of the wood underneath, because the tingle was starting to feel like needles now and the cold was damn near icy, but also with licks of fastgrowing flames igniting all around her back passage.
“Mm.”
It was on her clit now too, burning. Scalding her. Searing and tingling and branding her everywhere he’d smeared that devil’s ointment on her sensitive skin. It was shocking how fast it went from nothing, to coolness, to hellfire.
“Okay,” she half-laughed, starting to get alarmed. “I think I feel it now.”
“You think you do?” Adam inquired. “Well, let’s just make sure, shall we?”
Gone was the gentle back and forth rhythm of his belt. In a sudden swipe, he lashed her ass with the full force of his arm and the supple leather that had felt so good up until then, caught both her cheeks together, hugging her flesh in its biting grip and amplified the heat until it blazed lava hot.
Claire yelped, snapping open her legs as far as they would go, waggling frantically to put out the fire.
It was all the invitation Adam apparently needed. Shifting both his aim and his swing, he brought the length of his belt whipping up between her legs, laying a single branding stripe against her exposed pussy lips. She’d have shrieked all over again, but when that biting snap flicked her clit, it stole her breath. Her shout warbled, dissolving into a hoarse, crow-like cawing. She snapped her feet up, waggling her ass, lewdly humping the end of the ledge as if in the throws of the hottest passion.
Oh Jesus, the heat!
The minute she snapped her legs together, she thrust them far apart just as quickly, but the bonfire refused to be expelled. It was lava. It was a living, molten monster thrusting and throbbing and burrowing its way inside her. No matter how she moved — there was no relief and oh, what a show she must be presenting. The more frantically she humped and waggled, the worse the heat grew and the more Adam seemed to take it as a personal invitation to snap her pussy with his belt. When she squeezed her legs together, his attention returned to her ass but the slightest touch of skin on skin made the fire unbearable.
“Get it off!” she ground through gritted teeth. “Oh, my God, you’re killing me!”
“Are you giving up?” The kiss of his belt gentled once more, returning to that back and forth swish across her ass and thighs, smacking so lightly it barely registered above the burning of the compound. The weight of his hand came to rest on the small of her back, soothing her with gentle circular caresses.
The Bitch never quit anything, no matter how hard or how ferociously her skin was broiling off her. God! She thumped her forehead against the padding, groaning. He had her diapered in an oven — that was what this felt like. And it wasn’t stopping!
But it would. Twenty minutes, he’d said. She could do anything for twenty minutes.
“I can wipe off the excess,” Adam said cheerfully. “I can even put some neutralizer on it, although it doesn’t really stop the burning. Nothing can help that now, I’m afraid, but time.” He checked his wristwatch. “If you’re not at the worst of it yet, you will be soon enough.” He patted her hip again. “Still, if you’re done, you’re done. Just say the word.”
Claire growled, drowning in molten lava and the sweat now beading up on her own body. She didn’t think she was moving, but the squeak of her belly sliding on the ledge padding said otherwise.
Impossible as it was to hold still, moving made the fire worse. She’d paid how much money for this? She was insane!
“Tell you what,” Adam said, “just because I admire your perseverance, how about a little ice?”
Who the hell brought this man ice and when had he stolen a quiet second to ask for it? Claire twisted, but all she saw was Adam, with his belt draped over his shoulder and a bar glass dripping with condensation in his hand. He fished out an ice cube.
Common sense said that would soothe the heat, but that mocking twist of a smile on his lips suggested otherwise. She knew why, too, the second he slipped that ice cube up between the burning lips of her labia, into her hellishly throbbing pussy. The ice did not put out the fire. It turned the burning cold, and hell took on a whole new dimension of discomfort.
“Oh my God!” Claire arched as high as the waist strap and her wrist bonds would allow. Everywhere the ice touched her, the cold stabbed her with frozen needles. Everywhere it didn't, the fire was ravaging.
His body heat was unbearable. The cup of his hand against her pussy was torture in a way both impossible to bear and, God help her, weirdly erotic. Not just because of where he was touching her, but because of the tingling, throbbing, raging pressure of her own bloody heartbeat, thundering through her clit and radiating out through her in waves that made her stupid nipples think this hell was somehow sexy.
The throb in her anus was the worst of all. He'd long since taken his thumb away, and yet her body still felt him embedded in her. With each fiery, pressure-pulse, her ass became that much more convinced that what she was feeling was really him, stabbing that digit in and out of her. Stoking the fire hotter one deep pump at a time, only now he was using more than just his thumb. Now it was his cock, longer and thicker, almost more than she could take. The pulses were telling her he was doing all those things he'd promised wouldn’t happen with her head on this side of the hole. It tried to say that he was balls-deep inside her, the girth of his pounding cock stretching her to the point of rawness as he fucked her.
While she burned. In hellfire. And now in ice, too.
And there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing except endure. Endure the icy needles as he rubbed that melting cube all over her clit. Once it was gone, the frozen needles instantly melted back into flaming agony, but only until he got another cube. This one he placed against her anus, circling her flaming back entrance and driving her straight to the point of tears.
“I love the sounds you make.” He pushed the cube into her as deep as his finger could go. The melting ice was cold comfort while his finger pumped slow thrusts in and out of her, and his body heat took her to blazing new levels of torture. He chuckled. “If it’s any consolation, I took my gloves off too soon. My hands are killing me.”
His hands were killing him? His hands?! What about her ass?!