Black Light: Disciplined
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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"Only your mouth. Keep your hands on the bed and open wide.”
She painted a gorgeous picture of submission—naked, on her hands and knees with her lips open in an ‘O’ waiting to be used for his pleasure.
She didn’t have to wait long.
With one long stride he closed the distance between them. His cock brushed against her cheek as he thrust both of his hands through her already mussed hair, gripping her thick locks and using it as a handle to maneuver her head.
The feel of her warm mouth sucking the tip of his erection made him harder. The erotic sounds of her gagging when he thrust to the back of her throat turned him to iron. He set a fast pace, using her mouth to chase his own pleasure, only allowing her sips of air.
“Eyes,” he barked, looking down, craving the proof of her submission in her blue orbs.
Presley struggled to comply. Wet tears from her exertion had smeared her mascara and she’d lost one of her false eye lashes along the way. A blob of spittle escaped from her well-fucked mouth and dripped to his comforter.
She’d never looked more beautiful to him.
He was close to coming but didn’t want to make his deposit in her mouth. Not tonight. He’d rather fill her pussy, primally marking her as his own.
His baby girl gasped for breath when he pulled himself from her mouth with a pop, but she was a good girl, maintaining her position on her hands and knees at the end of the bed.
The master bedroom was intentionally lined with several full-length mirrors placed in strategic locations and he planned on putting them to good use tonight.
Stepping aside, he ordered, “Stay on our hands and knees right there and look across the room and tell me what you
see.”
He loved to play this game with his sub. She embarrassed easily and no matter how many dirty and dominant things he did to her body, she still retained a naive innocence he craved.
Her full-body blush didn’t disappoint him. She may be watching the mirror, but he was watching her, enjoying how her nipples pebbled to hard nubs. He couldn’t resist reaching out and pinching each of them and was rewarded with a guttural groan.
“Tell me, Presley. What do you see?”
Still, she hesitated... finally whimpering as she said, “Me...ready...”
“Ready for what?”
Their eyes met in the mirror as she finally admitted.
“Ready for you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
They’d been apart for over two weeks. They’d waited long enough. He needed to be inside her.
Crawling up behind her on the bed, he took a few minutes to enjoy her curvy ass, giving it a few playful swats—very unlike the warm-up spanking the night before. With each swat, her milky-white bottom turned a rosy pink.
As his swats grew faster, Presley wriggled her ass beautifully, making her a moving target.
Foreplay was over when Caleb gripped her hips to hold her immobile, lining the tip of his cock up with her wet entrance, and thrusting forward until he bottomed out inside her.
Their joined cry of pleasure filled the room’s soundtrack of sexy slapping sounds as he drove in and out of Presley’s pussy at a punishing speed.
He glanced up at the reflection of them across the room, enjoying the fast swaying of her perfect breasts as he rocked her body. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the erotic sensations in her own little world.
“Open your eyes and watch us,” he ordered.
Her “Yes, Sir,” was the perfect addition to the scene.
Determined to reclaim their previous intimacy from before the disastrous scene at Black Light the night before, Caleb moved his hands from squeezing her hips to reaching forward and wrapping his fingers around her neck in a tight enough grip to sightly restrict her breathing.
As expected, Presley reared up onto her knees, her hands leaving the bed. She was almost sitting on his cock in this position, but he still had just enough room to keep up his pounding thrusts into her wet channel as her hands reached back to grip his torso, holding on for the dirty ride he was taking her on.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said as he felt the aromatic wetness dripping between them to the bedspread.
“And you’re so big and hard,” she replied. “I missed this so much,” she added.
He’d missed this too, and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Determined to bring Presley as much pleasure as possible, he slid his left hand down from her neck to her breast.
Without missing a beat of the fucking in progress, Caleb tightened his right fingers around her neck just as he pinched her left nip as hard as he could. The combined pleasure and pain threw his baby girl over the cliff as she cried out her climax. Presley’s pussy gripped his buried shaft as she rode out her shuddering orgasm.
Only after he felt her melting into his arms–spent—did he finally take his final pleasure ride. Laying his baby girl face down onto the bed, Caleb gripped her hips, yanking her sex up from the comforter just enough to give him the perfect angle for insertion.
Caleb turned his demon loose, rutting his submissive and using her body as he chased his own pleasure. Her growing moans and squeals as he pounded her into the bed told him that his baby girl was close to coming again.
His loud roar of climax coincided with the first splash of cum deposited deep inside her pussy. Rope after rope of his stored up jizz filled her until it too was spilling out and adding to the wet mess on his bed.
She painted a gorgeous picture of submission—naked, on her hands and knees with her lips open in an ‘O’ waiting to be used for his pleasure.
She didn’t have to wait long.
With one long stride he closed the distance between them. His cock brushed against her cheek as he thrust both of his hands through her already mussed hair, gripping her thick locks and using it as a handle to maneuver her head.
The feel of her warm mouth sucking the tip of his erection made him harder. The erotic sounds of her gagging when he thrust to the back of her throat turned him to iron. He set a fast pace, using her mouth to chase his own pleasure, only allowing her sips of air.
“Eyes,” he barked, looking down, craving the proof of her submission in her blue orbs.
Presley struggled to comply. Wet tears from her exertion had smeared her mascara and she’d lost one of her false eye lashes along the way. A blob of spittle escaped from her well-fucked mouth and dripped to his comforter.
She’d never looked more beautiful to him.
He was close to coming but didn’t want to make his deposit in her mouth. Not tonight. He’d rather fill her pussy, primally marking her as his own.
His baby girl gasped for breath when he pulled himself from her mouth with a pop, but she was a good girl, maintaining her position on her hands and knees at the end of the bed.
The master bedroom was intentionally lined with several full-length mirrors placed in strategic locations and he planned on putting them to good use tonight.
Stepping aside, he ordered, “Stay on our hands and knees right there and look across the room and tell me what you
see.”
He loved to play this game with his sub. She embarrassed easily and no matter how many dirty and dominant things he did to her body, she still retained a naive innocence he craved.
Her full-body blush didn’t disappoint him. She may be watching the mirror, but he was watching her, enjoying how her nipples pebbled to hard nubs. He couldn’t resist reaching out and pinching each of them and was rewarded with a guttural groan.
“Tell me, Presley. What do you see?”
Still, she hesitated... finally whimpering as she said, “Me...ready...”
“Ready for what?”
Their eyes met in the mirror as she finally admitted.
“Ready for you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
They’d been apart for over two weeks. They’d waited long enough. He needed to be inside her.
Crawling up behind her on the bed, he took a few minutes to enjoy her curvy ass, giving it a few playful swats—very unlike the warm-up spanking the night before. With each swat, her milky-white bottom turned a rosy pink.
As his swats grew faster, Presley wriggled her ass beautifully, making her a moving target.
Foreplay was over when Caleb gripped her hips to hold her immobile, lining the tip of his cock up with her wet entrance, and thrusting forward until he bottomed out inside her.
Their joined cry of pleasure filled the room’s soundtrack of sexy slapping sounds as he drove in and out of Presley’s pussy at a punishing speed.
He glanced up at the reflection of them across the room, enjoying the fast swaying of her perfect breasts as he rocked her body. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the erotic sensations in her own little world.
“Open your eyes and watch us,” he ordered.
Her “Yes, Sir,” was the perfect addition to the scene.
Determined to reclaim their previous intimacy from before the disastrous scene at Black Light the night before, Caleb moved his hands from squeezing her hips to reaching forward and wrapping his fingers around her neck in a tight enough grip to sightly restrict her breathing.
As expected, Presley reared up onto her knees, her hands leaving the bed. She was almost sitting on his cock in this position, but he still had just enough room to keep up his pounding thrusts into her wet channel as her hands reached back to grip his torso, holding on for the dirty ride he was taking her on.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said as he felt the aromatic wetness dripping between them to the bedspread.
“And you’re so big and hard,” she replied. “I missed this so much,” she added.
He’d missed this too, and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Determined to bring Presley as much pleasure as possible, he slid his left hand down from her neck to her breast.
Without missing a beat of the fucking in progress, Caleb tightened his right fingers around her neck just as he pinched her left nip as hard as he could. The combined pleasure and pain threw his baby girl over the cliff as she cried out her climax. Presley’s pussy gripped his buried shaft as she rode out her shuddering orgasm.
Only after he felt her melting into his arms–spent—did he finally take his final pleasure ride. Laying his baby girl face down onto the bed, Caleb gripped her hips, yanking her sex up from the comforter just enough to give him the perfect angle for insertion.
Caleb turned his demon loose, rutting his submissive and using her body as he chased his own pleasure. Her growing moans and squeals as he pounded her into the bed told him that his baby girl was close to coming again.
His loud roar of climax coincided with the first splash of cum deposited deep inside her pussy. Rope after rope of his stored up jizz filled her until it too was spilling out and adding to the wet mess on his bed.