Black Light: Forbidden
Excerpt By Sinistre Ange
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Orlando
Another hard slap against Juliet’s ass, the ample flesh jiggled from the impact in an enticing way. Her skin was hot to the touch and turning a burnished russet under her usual chestnut tone from the previous swats. Her breathy gasps as each blow landed made his cock jerk with appreciation.
Methodically working his way across her ass, he made sure to cover every inch evenly, wanting her entire ass burning by the end of this. It would give him a nice, well-primed canvas when he applied the ruler to her already-chastised globes. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
Already her plump pussy lips were glistening and wet as her ass jerked upward in response to his hand coming down. Such a sweet little masochist.
“Twenty! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.” Sometime between ten and twenty, the sass had completely left Juliet’s voice, and she’d actually started to sound remorseful. Orlando grinned.
Five more to go, then another ten with the ruler, and she should be more than ready for his cock. There was a glistening sheen of her juices already coating the tops of her thighs, just below her pussy.
For the last five, Orlando decided to switch things up a little. He wanted to leave her stinging and throbbing all over, and spanking her swollen, needy pussy would accomplish that and more. He angled his hand, bringing his palm down on her pussy with a wet thwack. Juliet shrieked, much higher than before, and for the first time, he actually had to use his hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in position.
“Ow, fuck!”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to say, Miss Kaplan,” Orlando reminded her wickedly. He brought his hand down on her pussy again before she could protest.
“Shit! Twenty-one! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo!”
Smart girl. She hadn’t tried to skip ahead to twenty-two, accepting the fact she’d be getting six swats to her pussy. It wouldn’t make Orlando go any easier on her, but he would have added additional punishment if she’d tried to count the one she’d missed.
Juliet
FUCK.
She was so hot and wet, and every slap of Orlando’s hand on her pussy got her a little closer to orgasm. Tears had gathered at the backs of her eyes, but none were falling yet. It hurt, but not enough to push her over the edge.
Now that she was expecting the sizzling snap of pain, immediately followed by a hot rush of arousal, she didn’t yelp again. She whimpered. Squirmed. Moaned. His fingers slapped her clit, making the tiny bud swell and throb even more.
“Twenty-five! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
She was so turned on, she didn’t even mind calling him that anymore, not the professor part, not even the ‘Romeo’ part. Who cared what his name was? She just wanted him to fuck her. A rose, by any other name, blah blah blah, whatever, as long as it could dick her good.
The sudden cessation of painfully pleasurable torment was far worse than the spanking. Juliet groaned, panting and waiting for him to pick up the damn ruler. The feeling of satisfaction when he did was almost as good as actually being spanked. Her anticipation wound around her.
“Five with the ruler.” The hard wooden length tapped gently against her bottom, teasing her with the promise of pain. “Count them out the same way, starting from one.”
Before she could say ‘Yes, Sir,’ he drew the ruler back and brought it crashing down against her already stinging ass. Fire licked across her skin, and Juliet cried out, her pussy clenching in response to the lash of pain, even as worry rose she wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“One! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
Crap, that was totally going to leave a welt. As was the one that landed right underneath it.
A little sob hitched Juliet’s voice as she counted that one as well.
Fuck, that hurt. The third one landed right beneath that, just above her pussy lips and sit spot. Juliet stomped her feet as the fiery agony seared her.
“Three! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
Tears slid down her cheeks. The ruler stung far worse than his hand, covering more area, and with a far harsher bite than his palm.
The fourth blow was the worst—rather than laying it down horizontally beneath the others as she’d expected, it crossed the three diagonally, right over the welts he’d already give her. Juliet stomped her feet again, dancing with the pain as she wailed out the fourth count, her tears dripping onto the desk before her.
Why did that turn her on? She didn’t know, but her pussy was hotter and wetter than ever. When he landed the fifth swat of the ruler vertically over her swollen labia, the end of it snapping against her sensitive clit, she almost climaxed, even as she screamed from the pain.
Orlando
“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE,” Juliet chanted, her bottom waving up and down in the air as she danced, trying to soothe the punishment. “Please what, Miss Kaplan?” Orlando asked, dropping the ruler and dipping his hand down to brush his fingers over her pussy.
She shivered, making a whining noise, and pushing her ass back at him. His cock throbbed. Fuck, he wanted to be in her so damn bad.
The purplish welts stood out on her skin, imprints of where the ruler had landed, and her puffy pussy lips were slick with cream, despite the abuse he’d inflicted on them. He barely touched them, teasing her, wanting to hear her beg.
“Please, I need to come.” She went up on her tiptoes. With his hand between her shoulders, pinning her down to the desk, she couldn’t do much more. Her palms were flat on the desk on either side of her, letting her brace herself, but she couldn’t reach for him. “Please, Professor Romeo!”
Orlando chuckled. She really was desperate.
“I’d hate to be accused of harassment, Miss Kaplan,” he intoned, gently stroking her clit before pulling his finger away. “You’ll have to be more specific about what you’d like me to do.”
“Oh, just fuck me, damnit!” She squirmed, trying to reach his hand again with her eager pussy. “I want your cock, Professor Romeo!”
Far be it from him to ask twice.
Opening the front of his pants with one hand, he moved behind her as his cock sprang out, eager and ready. Precum already seeping from the purplish head, the length was a darker color than normal from denying himself satisfaction. He quickly pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on, giving Juliet a quick, hard smack on her ass to keep her primed and ready.
Fully gloved, he lined his cock up with Juliet’s pussy and shoved in deep and hard. She squealed, bucking as half his cock sank into her wet heat, forcibly stretching her muscles. Leaning forward, Orlando thrust again, shoving his full length into the silken tunnel, groaning with pleasure as he finally got inside her. His hands slid under her body to her breasts, releasing the knot between them with quick tugs, filling his hands with her bounty.
Her pussy clenched around him as he gently squeezed. He didn’t want to open any of the cuts he made, so he concentrated on her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds as he drew his cock back and thrust in again. Tugging her nipples, he used them to pull her back against him, feeling the heat of her punished ass against his groin, her pussy clenching around him as he rode her.
This is wrong. This shouldn’t feel so good.
But it did. It felt more than good, it felt right. He was so fucked… but there was no way in hell he could stop fucking her now. And damn the consequences.
Juliet
FUCK, fuck, fuck.
That felt so damn good.
Orlando’s cock filled her, the very tip nudging against her cervix in a way that teetered on the edge between pain and pleasure. Juliet moaned as he moved, his hard muscles slapping against her ass, reigniting the pain from the welts, even as his cock filled her with pleasure. Trapped between him and the desk, there was nowhere to go, nothing to do but take his cock and ride the waves of alternating agony and ecstasy.
Her nipples pulsed between his fingers, the tight pinch adding to the tumult of sensations, her breasts extra sensitive after their first scene.
Every slap of his body against her ass left her whimpering, though the tears had ceased as soon as he’d shoved his cock in her. Every stroke of his dick made her knees quiver as her hands braced against the force of his thrusts. He was fucking her as if there was no tomorrow—and there wasn’t, was there? He was her stepbrother.
It was the utterly filthy thought, the shameful acknowledgment she’d begged her stepbrother to fuck her that tipped Juliet over the edge. She screamed out her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his cock, and Orlando groaned. Straightening, his hands slid down her sides until they reached her hips, gripping hard.
She cried out again as he fucked her even harder, riding her through the initial waves of pleasure, sending her soaring even higher as another orgasm wracked her senses.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, Orlando!” She screamed his name, sobbing again as the intense sensations overwhelmed her, the mix of hellish torment and erotic nirvana sending her flying.
When she said his name, she heard his own shout, his hands tightening on her hips, cock pulsing inside her, filling the condom with his cum… making her scream out again as a third orgasm drowned her senses.
Another hard slap against Juliet’s ass, the ample flesh jiggled from the impact in an enticing way. Her skin was hot to the touch and turning a burnished russet under her usual chestnut tone from the previous swats. Her breathy gasps as each blow landed made his cock jerk with appreciation.
Methodically working his way across her ass, he made sure to cover every inch evenly, wanting her entire ass burning by the end of this. It would give him a nice, well-primed canvas when he applied the ruler to her already-chastised globes. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
Already her plump pussy lips were glistening and wet as her ass jerked upward in response to his hand coming down. Such a sweet little masochist.
“Twenty! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.” Sometime between ten and twenty, the sass had completely left Juliet’s voice, and she’d actually started to sound remorseful. Orlando grinned.
Five more to go, then another ten with the ruler, and she should be more than ready for his cock. There was a glistening sheen of her juices already coating the tops of her thighs, just below her pussy.
For the last five, Orlando decided to switch things up a little. He wanted to leave her stinging and throbbing all over, and spanking her swollen, needy pussy would accomplish that and more. He angled his hand, bringing his palm down on her pussy with a wet thwack. Juliet shrieked, much higher than before, and for the first time, he actually had to use his hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in position.
“Ow, fuck!”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to say, Miss Kaplan,” Orlando reminded her wickedly. He brought his hand down on her pussy again before she could protest.
“Shit! Twenty-one! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo!”
Smart girl. She hadn’t tried to skip ahead to twenty-two, accepting the fact she’d be getting six swats to her pussy. It wouldn’t make Orlando go any easier on her, but he would have added additional punishment if she’d tried to count the one she’d missed.
Juliet
FUCK.
She was so hot and wet, and every slap of Orlando’s hand on her pussy got her a little closer to orgasm. Tears had gathered at the backs of her eyes, but none were falling yet. It hurt, but not enough to push her over the edge.
Now that she was expecting the sizzling snap of pain, immediately followed by a hot rush of arousal, she didn’t yelp again. She whimpered. Squirmed. Moaned. His fingers slapped her clit, making the tiny bud swell and throb even more.
“Twenty-five! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
She was so turned on, she didn’t even mind calling him that anymore, not the professor part, not even the ‘Romeo’ part. Who cared what his name was? She just wanted him to fuck her. A rose, by any other name, blah blah blah, whatever, as long as it could dick her good.
The sudden cessation of painfully pleasurable torment was far worse than the spanking. Juliet groaned, panting and waiting for him to pick up the damn ruler. The feeling of satisfaction when he did was almost as good as actually being spanked. Her anticipation wound around her.
“Five with the ruler.” The hard wooden length tapped gently against her bottom, teasing her with the promise of pain. “Count them out the same way, starting from one.”
Before she could say ‘Yes, Sir,’ he drew the ruler back and brought it crashing down against her already stinging ass. Fire licked across her skin, and Juliet cried out, her pussy clenching in response to the lash of pain, even as worry rose she wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“One! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
Crap, that was totally going to leave a welt. As was the one that landed right underneath it.
A little sob hitched Juliet’s voice as she counted that one as well.
Fuck, that hurt. The third one landed right beneath that, just above her pussy lips and sit spot. Juliet stomped her feet as the fiery agony seared her.
“Three! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
Tears slid down her cheeks. The ruler stung far worse than his hand, covering more area, and with a far harsher bite than his palm.
The fourth blow was the worst—rather than laying it down horizontally beneath the others as she’d expected, it crossed the three diagonally, right over the welts he’d already give her. Juliet stomped her feet again, dancing with the pain as she wailed out the fourth count, her tears dripping onto the desk before her.
Why did that turn her on? She didn’t know, but her pussy was hotter and wetter than ever. When he landed the fifth swat of the ruler vertically over her swollen labia, the end of it snapping against her sensitive clit, she almost climaxed, even as she screamed from the pain.
Orlando
“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE,” Juliet chanted, her bottom waving up and down in the air as she danced, trying to soothe the punishment. “Please what, Miss Kaplan?” Orlando asked, dropping the ruler and dipping his hand down to brush his fingers over her pussy.
She shivered, making a whining noise, and pushing her ass back at him. His cock throbbed. Fuck, he wanted to be in her so damn bad.
The purplish welts stood out on her skin, imprints of where the ruler had landed, and her puffy pussy lips were slick with cream, despite the abuse he’d inflicted on them. He barely touched them, teasing her, wanting to hear her beg.
“Please, I need to come.” She went up on her tiptoes. With his hand between her shoulders, pinning her down to the desk, she couldn’t do much more. Her palms were flat on the desk on either side of her, letting her brace herself, but she couldn’t reach for him. “Please, Professor Romeo!”
Orlando chuckled. She really was desperate.
“I’d hate to be accused of harassment, Miss Kaplan,” he intoned, gently stroking her clit before pulling his finger away. “You’ll have to be more specific about what you’d like me to do.”
“Oh, just fuck me, damnit!” She squirmed, trying to reach his hand again with her eager pussy. “I want your cock, Professor Romeo!”
Far be it from him to ask twice.
Opening the front of his pants with one hand, he moved behind her as his cock sprang out, eager and ready. Precum already seeping from the purplish head, the length was a darker color than normal from denying himself satisfaction. He quickly pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on, giving Juliet a quick, hard smack on her ass to keep her primed and ready.
Fully gloved, he lined his cock up with Juliet’s pussy and shoved in deep and hard. She squealed, bucking as half his cock sank into her wet heat, forcibly stretching her muscles. Leaning forward, Orlando thrust again, shoving his full length into the silken tunnel, groaning with pleasure as he finally got inside her. His hands slid under her body to her breasts, releasing the knot between them with quick tugs, filling his hands with her bounty.
Her pussy clenched around him as he gently squeezed. He didn’t want to open any of the cuts he made, so he concentrated on her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds as he drew his cock back and thrust in again. Tugging her nipples, he used them to pull her back against him, feeling the heat of her punished ass against his groin, her pussy clenching around him as he rode her.
This is wrong. This shouldn’t feel so good.
But it did. It felt more than good, it felt right. He was so fucked… but there was no way in hell he could stop fucking her now. And damn the consequences.
Juliet
FUCK, fuck, fuck.
That felt so damn good.
Orlando’s cock filled her, the very tip nudging against her cervix in a way that teetered on the edge between pain and pleasure. Juliet moaned as he moved, his hard muscles slapping against her ass, reigniting the pain from the welts, even as his cock filled her with pleasure. Trapped between him and the desk, there was nowhere to go, nothing to do but take his cock and ride the waves of alternating agony and ecstasy.
Her nipples pulsed between his fingers, the tight pinch adding to the tumult of sensations, her breasts extra sensitive after their first scene.
Every slap of his body against her ass left her whimpering, though the tears had ceased as soon as he’d shoved his cock in her. Every stroke of his dick made her knees quiver as her hands braced against the force of his thrusts. He was fucking her as if there was no tomorrow—and there wasn’t, was there? He was her stepbrother.
It was the utterly filthy thought, the shameful acknowledgment she’d begged her stepbrother to fuck her that tipped Juliet over the edge. She screamed out her orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his cock, and Orlando groaned. Straightening, his hands slid down her sides until they reached her hips, gripping hard.
She cried out again as he fucked her even harder, riding her through the initial waves of pleasure, sending her soaring even higher as another orgasm wracked her senses.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, Orlando!” She screamed his name, sobbing again as the intense sensations overwhelmed her, the mix of hellish torment and erotic nirvana sending her flying.
When she said his name, she heard his own shout, his hands tightening on her hips, cock pulsing inside her, filling the condom with his cum… making her scream out again as a third orgasm drowned her senses.