Black Light: Heel
Excerpt By Measha Stone
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She searched his dark eyes. The playfulness from their earlier play was gone. This man was severe, but he’d made his point. And she believed with her entire soul he would punish her badly if she disobeyed him on this.
“I do trust you,” she said easily. It didn’t mean she wasn’t frightened. The black metal clover nipple clamps looked wicked—something she’d only seen in movies she watched late at night after pouring over depositions from the comfort of her apartment where no one could see the depravity of her sex drive. The horrible things she’d seen had left her pussy soaked and her vibrator unable to keep up.
But watching something on the screen and experiencing it were two drastically different things. Tony had been more about impact play: floggers, paddles, his belt, and that damn dragon’s tail—nothing like what she watched buried beneath her blankets with her trusty vibe in one hand.
James pinched her left nipple hard, pulling it toward him. The intensity caught her off guard, and she gasped.
“Shhh, this is nothing.” He chuckled. “Take a deep breath,” he ordered, lining up the first clamp behind her nipple, squeezing her areola.
She nodded and gulped in a large breath.
“Blow out while the clamp tightens,” he ordered, then slowly eased the clamp onto her flesh.
She slowly released her breath, but still tensed as the clamp bit into her.
“Focus on me. Don’t wander off.” He grabbed her second nipple and pulled.
“Fuck,” she moaned as the teeth touched her skin.
“Breathe, Sandra,” he said, placing the second clamp on. Now that the puppy ears were off, she was back to being Sandra.
She forced out the last of her breath when he let go and the clamps pulled evenly on her nipples. There was a thin chain connecting them, and he lifted it into her view with his middle finger.
“See this?” he asked. The devil clearly sat on his shoulder now, telling him what to do.
“Yes.” She nodded, taking slow breaths to ease the sharpness of the pain in her nipples.
“This works great as a different sort of leash.” He drew the chain away from her, making her nipples stretch, the pain spread. The tightness increased the farther he pulled on the chain, and she winced, unable to keep it from showing on her face.
Her discomfort seemed to please him. The man was grinning from ear to ear.
“If I leave it dangling…” he dropped the chain, and her nipples pulled lower, but the intensity lessened. “It’s not as much fun.” He hooked a finger over the chain and pushed downward. “This is more fun.”
She gritted her teeth at the burst of sharpness. The farther he went, the worse it got.
“For me at least,” he whispered into her ear, then let go of the chain. She sucked in a shaky breath as her breasts bounced lightly.
“You have to remember to breathe.”
Was he teasing her? She brought her gaze up to him. Little wrinkles danced around his eyes. Definitely having fun.
“Let’s try again.” He pushed on the chain again, and the clamps began to tighten. She huffed short breaths as he went farther and farther.
“So good.” He kissed her cheek, relaxing the chain again, and she pushed her head back, looking up at the ceiling.
“How does that feel?” Fingertips lightly caressed the tips of her nipples.
“It hurts,” she whined.
“I would think so,” he teased her again. He flicked his fingers over her nipples, sending another ripple of electricity through her. She cried out.
“But let’s see how it really feels.” His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers probed her pussy, gathering all the damning evidence. He raised his wet fingers into her view. “Soaked. Practically dripping.” He licked both fingers clean and grinned.
She closed her eyes and turned away from him.
“No, no.” He grabbed her chin and brought her toward him. “Don’t hide from yourself—and don’t you dare hide from me.” The scent of her own arousal drifted from his fingers.
She opened her eyes to find his stern gaze boring into her, heating her past the point she could understand. The pain in her breasts morphed into a white-hot heat in her belly, and all she wanted was his touch again.
“Good girl.” A soft smile touched the edges his lips. He retreated a step and pulled out something from his back pocket. The little toy he’d kept from the last platform they’d been playing on.
A bullet vibrator.
“That doesn’t look too bad,” she said, trying to hide the glee in her chest.
He laughed. “No?” He twisted the bottom of it, bringing it to life. “We’ll see.”
Oh no. Had she just challenged him?
The first vibration washed up her body, and she moaned, tossing her head back. The discomfort of her nipples disappeared into the pleasure of the vibrator.
“Feels good, right?” He sounded entirely too happy with himself.
“Yes. Oh!” She spread her legs slightly and pushed her pelvis toward him.
“How about now?” He pushed on the chain again.
“Ow!” She jerked, but there was no getting away from it.
“That looked sweet. Let’s do it again.” He pushed farther down, and the clamps tightened unbearably. She stomped her left heel into the platform. The pain overpowered the pleasure, which only made her want the vibrator more.
“Stop,” she growled when he tugged the chain again.
“Stop?” He brought his mouth to her ear. “Are you saying yellow?”
She shook her head, hitting his chin in the process. He only laughed. “Then I won’t stop.” He took her earlobe beneath his teeth and bit hard.
She screamed out, and the first wave of an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming hit hard. Her entire body shook, and she yelled again and again. Her arms jerked against the restraints of her wrists, and through every wave, every jolt, James never let up on the chain, on the vibrator, or his teeth on her ear.
Her orgasm ebbed, and she sucked in long breaths. Slowly, her mind and body began communicating again. The vibrations increased on her clit. It burned. She tried to wiggle free, but he only pressed it harder against her.
“Not done yet, I’m afraid,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.
“James,” she moaned in a pathetic sound.
“Okay, okay.” He laughed. “I’ll make it better.” He twirled his finger around the chain until it was wrapped tightly. “Ready?”
She lifted her eyes to his. “For what?”
In one yank, the clamps came free from her nipples, and an electric heat ricocheted from nerve-ending to nerve-ending through her entire body.
She screamed, stomped her foot again. But the vibrations were still going, still heating her overly sensitive clit.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He swept her hair from her face, pushed her head back, and covered her mouth with his own. Slow at first, as though testing the waters. But it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t been soft on her so far, and she didn’t want soft now.
She pressed her hips toward him, rubbing his leg with her foot. Taking the hint, he nipped her lower lip, then swept his tongue across the tingle. He recaptured her mouth, deepening the kiss.
The pain of the clamps was long forgotten as she melted into him. No man had ever kissed her with such fervor. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. She understood the sensation entirely.
When he broke the kiss, his hot breath washed across her face as she searched his eyes. His pupils large, his mouth slightly agape, but it was the intensity of his gaze that drove her to lean forward and kiss him again. A short peck of a kiss that made him smile.
“We’re not done, pet”
“I do trust you,” she said easily. It didn’t mean she wasn’t frightened. The black metal clover nipple clamps looked wicked—something she’d only seen in movies she watched late at night after pouring over depositions from the comfort of her apartment where no one could see the depravity of her sex drive. The horrible things she’d seen had left her pussy soaked and her vibrator unable to keep up.
But watching something on the screen and experiencing it were two drastically different things. Tony had been more about impact play: floggers, paddles, his belt, and that damn dragon’s tail—nothing like what she watched buried beneath her blankets with her trusty vibe in one hand.
James pinched her left nipple hard, pulling it toward him. The intensity caught her off guard, and she gasped.
“Shhh, this is nothing.” He chuckled. “Take a deep breath,” he ordered, lining up the first clamp behind her nipple, squeezing her areola.
She nodded and gulped in a large breath.
“Blow out while the clamp tightens,” he ordered, then slowly eased the clamp onto her flesh.
She slowly released her breath, but still tensed as the clamp bit into her.
“Focus on me. Don’t wander off.” He grabbed her second nipple and pulled.
“Fuck,” she moaned as the teeth touched her skin.
“Breathe, Sandra,” he said, placing the second clamp on. Now that the puppy ears were off, she was back to being Sandra.
She forced out the last of her breath when he let go and the clamps pulled evenly on her nipples. There was a thin chain connecting them, and he lifted it into her view with his middle finger.
“See this?” he asked. The devil clearly sat on his shoulder now, telling him what to do.
“Yes.” She nodded, taking slow breaths to ease the sharpness of the pain in her nipples.
“This works great as a different sort of leash.” He drew the chain away from her, making her nipples stretch, the pain spread. The tightness increased the farther he pulled on the chain, and she winced, unable to keep it from showing on her face.
Her discomfort seemed to please him. The man was grinning from ear to ear.
“If I leave it dangling…” he dropped the chain, and her nipples pulled lower, but the intensity lessened. “It’s not as much fun.” He hooked a finger over the chain and pushed downward. “This is more fun.”
She gritted her teeth at the burst of sharpness. The farther he went, the worse it got.
“For me at least,” he whispered into her ear, then let go of the chain. She sucked in a shaky breath as her breasts bounced lightly.
“You have to remember to breathe.”
Was he teasing her? She brought her gaze up to him. Little wrinkles danced around his eyes. Definitely having fun.
“Let’s try again.” He pushed on the chain again, and the clamps began to tighten. She huffed short breaths as he went farther and farther.
“So good.” He kissed her cheek, relaxing the chain again, and she pushed her head back, looking up at the ceiling.
“How does that feel?” Fingertips lightly caressed the tips of her nipples.
“It hurts,” she whined.
“I would think so,” he teased her again. He flicked his fingers over her nipples, sending another ripple of electricity through her. She cried out.
“But let’s see how it really feels.” His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers probed her pussy, gathering all the damning evidence. He raised his wet fingers into her view. “Soaked. Practically dripping.” He licked both fingers clean and grinned.
She closed her eyes and turned away from him.
“No, no.” He grabbed her chin and brought her toward him. “Don’t hide from yourself—and don’t you dare hide from me.” The scent of her own arousal drifted from his fingers.
She opened her eyes to find his stern gaze boring into her, heating her past the point she could understand. The pain in her breasts morphed into a white-hot heat in her belly, and all she wanted was his touch again.
“Good girl.” A soft smile touched the edges his lips. He retreated a step and pulled out something from his back pocket. The little toy he’d kept from the last platform they’d been playing on.
A bullet vibrator.
“That doesn’t look too bad,” she said, trying to hide the glee in her chest.
He laughed. “No?” He twisted the bottom of it, bringing it to life. “We’ll see.”
Oh no. Had she just challenged him?
The first vibration washed up her body, and she moaned, tossing her head back. The discomfort of her nipples disappeared into the pleasure of the vibrator.
“Feels good, right?” He sounded entirely too happy with himself.
“Yes. Oh!” She spread her legs slightly and pushed her pelvis toward him.
“How about now?” He pushed on the chain again.
“Ow!” She jerked, but there was no getting away from it.
“That looked sweet. Let’s do it again.” He pushed farther down, and the clamps tightened unbearably. She stomped her left heel into the platform. The pain overpowered the pleasure, which only made her want the vibrator more.
“Stop,” she growled when he tugged the chain again.
“Stop?” He brought his mouth to her ear. “Are you saying yellow?”
She shook her head, hitting his chin in the process. He only laughed. “Then I won’t stop.” He took her earlobe beneath his teeth and bit hard.
She screamed out, and the first wave of an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming hit hard. Her entire body shook, and she yelled again and again. Her arms jerked against the restraints of her wrists, and through every wave, every jolt, James never let up on the chain, on the vibrator, or his teeth on her ear.
Her orgasm ebbed, and she sucked in long breaths. Slowly, her mind and body began communicating again. The vibrations increased on her clit. It burned. She tried to wiggle free, but he only pressed it harder against her.
“Not done yet, I’m afraid,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.
“James,” she moaned in a pathetic sound.
“Okay, okay.” He laughed. “I’ll make it better.” He twirled his finger around the chain until it was wrapped tightly. “Ready?”
She lifted her eyes to his. “For what?”
In one yank, the clamps came free from her nipples, and an electric heat ricocheted from nerve-ending to nerve-ending through her entire body.
She screamed, stomped her foot again. But the vibrations were still going, still heating her overly sensitive clit.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He swept her hair from her face, pushed her head back, and covered her mouth with his own. Slow at first, as though testing the waters. But it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t been soft on her so far, and she didn’t want soft now.
She pressed her hips toward him, rubbing his leg with her foot. Taking the hint, he nipped her lower lip, then swept his tongue across the tingle. He recaptured her mouth, deepening the kiss.
The pain of the clamps was long forgotten as she melted into him. No man had ever kissed her with such fervor. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. She understood the sensation entirely.
When he broke the kiss, his hot breath washed across her face as she searched his eyes. His pupils large, his mouth slightly agape, but it was the intensity of his gaze that drove her to lean forward and kiss him again. A short peck of a kiss that made him smile.
“We’re not done, pet”