Black Light: Guarded
Excerpt By Renee Rose
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Fucking perfection.
The sight of Scarlett trussed up in my rope does all kinds of things to me. The need to claim her nearly overwhelms me. I flash a feral smile. “How is it?”
“Delicious,” she breathes.
I grin. Beautiful woman. So turned on by my work. I pick up my bag, grip the knots in the back and use them to propel her through the crowd. She’s in nothing but her thigh-highs, heels and my rope, but the knots provide a covering of sorts. A visual dressing and framing for her most intimate parts.
“You’re about to get yourself fucked into tomorrow, Red,” I murmur behind her as we weave through the appreciative bystanders who make way and admire.
She throws a glance over her shoulder. “Oh goodie.”
The great thing about rope is that it gives you handles. Makes it easy to arrange your submissive any way you want her. Right now I want her on her back. Legs spread.
I find a free sofa and swivel her down on it. Her eyes widen at being dipped suddenly, but her smile is pure delight. The anticipation in her eyes makes my cock strain against my pants. I drop to my haunches in front of the sofa and spread her knees wide.
“I’ve been dying for a taste of this pussy, Red. And now I get to feast on it to my heart’s content, don’t I?”
“Yes, Master.” Her fingers wiggle at her sides, like she wants to reach for me. She jerks when I lick into her, her thighs closing around my ears. I push them back open and pin her pelvis down. With my thumbs, I part her outer lips and trace around the inner ones with the tip of my tongue.
“Lincoln.”
I would correct her for not calling me Master, but I love the sound of my name in that quavering voice, so thick with desire. I flick her clit with my tongue a few times, then affix my lips over it and suck the little bud until it stiffens.
“Lincoln...Master...yes,” she encourages.
I stiffen my tongue and penetrate her with it, lick her from anus to clit and back again. She writhes and moans beneath me.
“Lincoln.” She picks her head up from the sofa, straining to catch my eye.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Master, may I please come?”
“No, Red. Fuck no. You don’t come until I do, and that’s not gonna happen until you’ve learned everything there is to know about taking my cock.” I don’t usually talk so crudely. Hell, I don’t usually talk much at all, but I’ve had to up my sex talk game as a dom. It’s part of setting the scene.
It seems to ring Scarlett’s bell, because her pupils dilate and she arches her hard nipples toward the ceiling.
I stand up and unbutton my pants, take my dick out. Scarlett licks her lips, watching, hips bucking in a silent invitation.
I fish a condom out of my pocket and roll it on. “Give me a green.”
I’m 99.9 percent sure she wants this, but I’m not asshole enough to fuck her without total consent. Especially not in a situation like this where I literally hold all the power.
“Green. Green, give it to me, Lincoln.”
I grab her ankles and lift them in the air, swatting her ass a few times.
“Master!” she squeals. “Master Lincoln. I’m sorry!”
“Better.” I lower her pelvis back down and push her knees toward her shoulders. “You want this cock?”
She’s trembling beneath me, her ripe body beyond ready for me.
“Yes, Master.”
“You gonna take it until I’m done?”
“Yes, yes, Master. Give it to me.”
My grin must be wolfish as I shove into her. She cries out, her muscles tightening around my dick. She’s tighter than I expect, considering how wet and plump her folds are. My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer pleasure of being inside her. She’s bound, immobilized, but she still manages to lift her pelvis to meet my strokes, grind her clit down on my shaft when I shove deep.
Her glassy gaze stays glued to my face, which has the effect of making me feel like a goddamn superhero. It’s intense and glorious. And also like coming home. Every thrust feels so right. Like our bodies were made for each other. Like my dick knows its sole purpose now. I ride, taking her hard, plowing deep.
She mewls and cries out beneath me, her desperation to come clear in the needy keen of her voice. I reach between our hips and rub her clit with my thumb and her mouth flies open, back arches.
“Not until I say,” I warn, but I’m almost there myself. My balls tighten up, thighs bunch.
I slam in harder and harder, flesh slapping flesh. “Fuck, yes, Scarlett. You feel so damn good. I’m going to come.”
“Master, please?”
“Wait for it,” I growl, but I’m already catapulting off the ledge. I slam deep inside her and shoot my load. “Now, baby.” Her muscles seize around my cock, squeezing and releasing as she screams my name. “That’s it baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Say my fucking name. Who owns you right now?”
“Lincoln,” she pants. “Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln.”
I claim her mouth, twisting my lips over hers and fucking her with my tongue. Her muscles flutter again around my cock, an afterquake no doubt inspired by the kiss. Satisfaction burns through the aftermath of lust, helps clear my head. I stay inside her and she rocks her hips, taking me deeper in slow thrusts as we kiss like our lives depend on it.
When we finally unlock lips, she’s panting, cheeks flushed pink, hair a fiery halo around her on the sofa.
“Fucking beautiful. I want to see you come like that another thousand times tonight.”
The sight of Scarlett trussed up in my rope does all kinds of things to me. The need to claim her nearly overwhelms me. I flash a feral smile. “How is it?”
“Delicious,” she breathes.
I grin. Beautiful woman. So turned on by my work. I pick up my bag, grip the knots in the back and use them to propel her through the crowd. She’s in nothing but her thigh-highs, heels and my rope, but the knots provide a covering of sorts. A visual dressing and framing for her most intimate parts.
“You’re about to get yourself fucked into tomorrow, Red,” I murmur behind her as we weave through the appreciative bystanders who make way and admire.
She throws a glance over her shoulder. “Oh goodie.”
The great thing about rope is that it gives you handles. Makes it easy to arrange your submissive any way you want her. Right now I want her on her back. Legs spread.
I find a free sofa and swivel her down on it. Her eyes widen at being dipped suddenly, but her smile is pure delight. The anticipation in her eyes makes my cock strain against my pants. I drop to my haunches in front of the sofa and spread her knees wide.
“I’ve been dying for a taste of this pussy, Red. And now I get to feast on it to my heart’s content, don’t I?”
“Yes, Master.” Her fingers wiggle at her sides, like she wants to reach for me. She jerks when I lick into her, her thighs closing around my ears. I push them back open and pin her pelvis down. With my thumbs, I part her outer lips and trace around the inner ones with the tip of my tongue.
“Lincoln.”
I would correct her for not calling me Master, but I love the sound of my name in that quavering voice, so thick with desire. I flick her clit with my tongue a few times, then affix my lips over it and suck the little bud until it stiffens.
“Lincoln...Master...yes,” she encourages.
I stiffen my tongue and penetrate her with it, lick her from anus to clit and back again. She writhes and moans beneath me.
“Lincoln.” She picks her head up from the sofa, straining to catch my eye.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Master, may I please come?”
“No, Red. Fuck no. You don’t come until I do, and that’s not gonna happen until you’ve learned everything there is to know about taking my cock.” I don’t usually talk so crudely. Hell, I don’t usually talk much at all, but I’ve had to up my sex talk game as a dom. It’s part of setting the scene.
It seems to ring Scarlett’s bell, because her pupils dilate and she arches her hard nipples toward the ceiling.
I stand up and unbutton my pants, take my dick out. Scarlett licks her lips, watching, hips bucking in a silent invitation.
I fish a condom out of my pocket and roll it on. “Give me a green.”
I’m 99.9 percent sure she wants this, but I’m not asshole enough to fuck her without total consent. Especially not in a situation like this where I literally hold all the power.
“Green. Green, give it to me, Lincoln.”
I grab her ankles and lift them in the air, swatting her ass a few times.
“Master!” she squeals. “Master Lincoln. I’m sorry!”
“Better.” I lower her pelvis back down and push her knees toward her shoulders. “You want this cock?”
She’s trembling beneath me, her ripe body beyond ready for me.
“Yes, Master.”
“You gonna take it until I’m done?”
“Yes, yes, Master. Give it to me.”
My grin must be wolfish as I shove into her. She cries out, her muscles tightening around my dick. She’s tighter than I expect, considering how wet and plump her folds are. My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer pleasure of being inside her. She’s bound, immobilized, but she still manages to lift her pelvis to meet my strokes, grind her clit down on my shaft when I shove deep.
Her glassy gaze stays glued to my face, which has the effect of making me feel like a goddamn superhero. It’s intense and glorious. And also like coming home. Every thrust feels so right. Like our bodies were made for each other. Like my dick knows its sole purpose now. I ride, taking her hard, plowing deep.
She mewls and cries out beneath me, her desperation to come clear in the needy keen of her voice. I reach between our hips and rub her clit with my thumb and her mouth flies open, back arches.
“Not until I say,” I warn, but I’m almost there myself. My balls tighten up, thighs bunch.
I slam in harder and harder, flesh slapping flesh. “Fuck, yes, Scarlett. You feel so damn good. I’m going to come.”
“Master, please?”
“Wait for it,” I growl, but I’m already catapulting off the ledge. I slam deep inside her and shoot my load. “Now, baby.” Her muscles seize around my cock, squeezing and releasing as she screams my name. “That’s it baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Say my fucking name. Who owns you right now?”
“Lincoln,” she pants. “Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln.”
I claim her mouth, twisting my lips over hers and fucking her with my tongue. Her muscles flutter again around my cock, an afterquake no doubt inspired by the kiss. Satisfaction burns through the aftermath of lust, helps clear my head. I stay inside her and she rocks her hips, taking me deeper in slow thrusts as we kiss like our lives depend on it.
When we finally unlock lips, she’s panting, cheeks flushed pink, hair a fiery halo around her on the sofa.
“Fucking beautiful. I want to see you come like that another thousand times tonight.”