Black Light: Hooked
Excerpt By Jennifer Bene
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=Winding his fingers in her hair, he tightened his hold and pulled her upright, watching as her muscles twitched and shifted until she was kneeling upright.
“You like feeling that hook in your ass, don’t you? Dirty, little slut…”
Vanessa had her eyes closed, her face aimed at the ceiling as if it would somehow ease the tension on the hook, but he heard her shallow breaths. He could see the rapid pulse firing along the column of her neck, and there had been no ignoring the wet shine of her cunt that developed as soon as he’d started talking to her like this.
Apparently his beautiful ballerina liked a little degradation, which worked for him just fine. In fact, the whole scene was giving him blue balls, and he still had so much fucking ropework he wanted to do.
First things first, though. “You’re going to tell me if this hurts too much, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned as he pulled the pale pink rope up her spine, finding the right tension before working it through the back of the chest harness to form an attractive knot. Then he wound the two pieces of rope around the front, under her breasts, forcing her to turn slightly to accommodate him — but really it was just to hear another squeak as the hook moved inside her. Putting her back in the proper position, he finished securing the hook, and checked the tension of the rope.
“How does that feel?”
“Just fantastic, sir.” The reply was dripping with sarcasm, but it just made it an easier decision to slip the little nipple clamps from his pocket as he walked around into her line of vision.
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah. I was actually debating putting these on, but since you’re still struggling with that mouth of yours…” He grinned when she actually lifted a hand as if to stop him.
“Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she said through clenched teeth as she lifted her chest just a little higher from the position. Her breasts were perfectly sized for her body, just another thing that made her beautiful, and he was going to make sure she remembered that he liked them the entire time they were in this scene.
Pinching one nipple, he rolled and twisted it until she whined, and then he laid the little rubber coated bars on each side of it, sliding the locking mechanism upwards to trap the little bud. He moved slowly, waiting for her to really cringe before he stopped and left it in place.
They were small nipple clamps, without the more aggressive pincherstyle clips that could cause damage once she was back on her belly.
Still, the dangling black beads looked beautiful against her olive skin and the pink rope.
“One down, one to go.”
“Sir…”
“Tsk tsk, Vanessa. Don’t argue now.” Pinching her other nipple, he couldn’t hide his sadistic joy as she whimpered. Locking the second clamp in place, he tugged the first one, making her gasp. “You just begged for me to put that hook in your ass like a good little whore. You should be saying thank you.”
“Oh, thank you so much, sir.” It was clear in her eyes that she knew the mistake she’d made, but it was too late. Without warning, he forced her down to the tabletop roughly. She gasped loudly, but he’d kept his hold on the chest harness to ensure the hook didn’t pull the wrong way. Still, from her perspective, she’d suddenly gone from vertical to face down in an instant. Hissing air through her teeth, she wiggled that round ass of hers and muttered a soft, “Fuck.”
“Not yet. I have to get you all tied up first. Patience, Vanessa.” He was probably pushing his luck, but as he pulled her arms back, she didn’t fight him at all. She held position where he placed her as he gathered more rope and the paramedic scissors. Leaving the scissors on the floor at the edge of the table, he couldn’t help but smile at how compliant she was. Waiting obediently as he wound the forearm tie through select parts of the chest harness until both arms were bent in a beautiful box tie.
Perfect. “Don’t move.”
“Haha, sir,” she replied, deadpan, and he couldn’t help but laugh quietly. Vanessa Novak was better than he could have ever expected. Not just incredibly talented, more than just beautiful, she was also funny, and vulnerable, and a fantastic submissive whenever he could get her to stop overthinking everything.
“I’m glad you find me funny.” Snagging a length of rope, he pocketed the last few things he’d need and caught one of her ankles just as she was swinging them back and forth above her ass.
“Personally, I think I have a great sense of humor. Not sure my subs always feel that way though.”
Making his point, he tweaked the rope connected to the hook, chuckling as Vanessa squirmed.
“Alright, so talk to me while I’m getting you all tied up. Why did you pick ballet?” He’d warmed up his rope skills as he’d worked, so the first tie on her ankle didn’t take long at all, and he swatted her ass when she stayed quiet. “Answer me. You don’t want to know what I can do with that anal hook, little whore.”
“I don’t know. I just always loved to dance, sir.” She wiggled a little and as he spread her thighs wider to get her positioned where he wanted, and he could smell her arousal. It was so fucking tempting, but he just had one more damn tie and then he could taste her.
“Why did you stick with it though?” he asked. Trailing his fingers up her other calf, he held onto the pointe shoe, squeezing firmly.
“With all the consequences of pushing your body that hard, to make your body capable of doing all those jetés, arabesques, pirouettes, and bourrée en couru? Strong enough to do a développé? Why keep going?”
Just as he straightened her leg out, she twisted to look at him over her shoulder, and showed just how flexible she was as she bent her leg back towards her body with inhuman grace. She grinned as she let her leg relax into the proper position for the tie.
“Showing off your knowledge, sir?”
“You think I wasn’t going to look up the proper term for that incredible move from your bio?” He chuckled as he started the last tie, pushing the desperate ache of his cock to the back of his mind. “Come on, answer me.”
“I guess I do it for the same reason everyone does things that are hard, sir.” Vanessa relaxed back onto the table, resting her cheek on the padded top. “It makes me happy. Just this pure rush of turning your body into a piece of music… there’s nothing else like it.”
Wyatt paused as he threaded the last ropes through the loops, spending more time than he needed to ensure the ropes were straight, and the decorative knot the same size as the others. It wasn’t complicated, but what she’d said was important — and it deserved at least a moment of attention before he lost all higher-level thinking skills.
“That’s a beautiful way to describe it.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied softly, and he stepped back to admire her for a moment. Trussed up and laid out like a feast, Vanessa Novak was every inch the fantasy he’d imagined. The pale pink rope matched the tiny ballet skirt, which was flipped up above her ass and held in place by the shining steel of the anal hook. Smooth, olive-toned skin was everywhere, except for her ass where the dark loop-shaped bruises and the broad welts from the strap still showed.
“Almost ready, naughty girl.” He grinned as he palmed the little bullet vibe. “How are those nipple clamps feeling?”
She adjusted, rolling each of her shoulders until she finally relaxed against the tabletop again. “Achy, sir.”
“Ah, someone seems to have learned to watch their tongue.”
Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her backwards slowly until she was right where he wanted.
“You know, after all of your little protests”—he traced a finger down through her slit, barely touching her clit—“you are very, very wet.”
“Please, sir,” she begged, and he almost threw the rest of his plan out the window just to feel her wrapped around his cock, but he managed to take a deep breath and slide two fingers exactly where he wanted to be. The soft moan she released was absolute fucking torture, but the best kind. “Oh God, yes, please?”
“Such a good girl.”
“You like feeling that hook in your ass, don’t you? Dirty, little slut…”
Vanessa had her eyes closed, her face aimed at the ceiling as if it would somehow ease the tension on the hook, but he heard her shallow breaths. He could see the rapid pulse firing along the column of her neck, and there had been no ignoring the wet shine of her cunt that developed as soon as he’d started talking to her like this.
Apparently his beautiful ballerina liked a little degradation, which worked for him just fine. In fact, the whole scene was giving him blue balls, and he still had so much fucking ropework he wanted to do.
First things first, though. “You’re going to tell me if this hurts too much, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned as he pulled the pale pink rope up her spine, finding the right tension before working it through the back of the chest harness to form an attractive knot. Then he wound the two pieces of rope around the front, under her breasts, forcing her to turn slightly to accommodate him — but really it was just to hear another squeak as the hook moved inside her. Putting her back in the proper position, he finished securing the hook, and checked the tension of the rope.
“How does that feel?”
“Just fantastic, sir.” The reply was dripping with sarcasm, but it just made it an easier decision to slip the little nipple clamps from his pocket as he walked around into her line of vision.
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah. I was actually debating putting these on, but since you’re still struggling with that mouth of yours…” He grinned when she actually lifted a hand as if to stop him.
“Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she said through clenched teeth as she lifted her chest just a little higher from the position. Her breasts were perfectly sized for her body, just another thing that made her beautiful, and he was going to make sure she remembered that he liked them the entire time they were in this scene.
Pinching one nipple, he rolled and twisted it until she whined, and then he laid the little rubber coated bars on each side of it, sliding the locking mechanism upwards to trap the little bud. He moved slowly, waiting for her to really cringe before he stopped and left it in place.
They were small nipple clamps, without the more aggressive pincherstyle clips that could cause damage once she was back on her belly.
Still, the dangling black beads looked beautiful against her olive skin and the pink rope.
“One down, one to go.”
“Sir…”
“Tsk tsk, Vanessa. Don’t argue now.” Pinching her other nipple, he couldn’t hide his sadistic joy as she whimpered. Locking the second clamp in place, he tugged the first one, making her gasp. “You just begged for me to put that hook in your ass like a good little whore. You should be saying thank you.”
“Oh, thank you so much, sir.” It was clear in her eyes that she knew the mistake she’d made, but it was too late. Without warning, he forced her down to the tabletop roughly. She gasped loudly, but he’d kept his hold on the chest harness to ensure the hook didn’t pull the wrong way. Still, from her perspective, she’d suddenly gone from vertical to face down in an instant. Hissing air through her teeth, she wiggled that round ass of hers and muttered a soft, “Fuck.”
“Not yet. I have to get you all tied up first. Patience, Vanessa.” He was probably pushing his luck, but as he pulled her arms back, she didn’t fight him at all. She held position where he placed her as he gathered more rope and the paramedic scissors. Leaving the scissors on the floor at the edge of the table, he couldn’t help but smile at how compliant she was. Waiting obediently as he wound the forearm tie through select parts of the chest harness until both arms were bent in a beautiful box tie.
Perfect. “Don’t move.”
“Haha, sir,” she replied, deadpan, and he couldn’t help but laugh quietly. Vanessa Novak was better than he could have ever expected. Not just incredibly talented, more than just beautiful, she was also funny, and vulnerable, and a fantastic submissive whenever he could get her to stop overthinking everything.
“I’m glad you find me funny.” Snagging a length of rope, he pocketed the last few things he’d need and caught one of her ankles just as she was swinging them back and forth above her ass.
“Personally, I think I have a great sense of humor. Not sure my subs always feel that way though.”
Making his point, he tweaked the rope connected to the hook, chuckling as Vanessa squirmed.
“Alright, so talk to me while I’m getting you all tied up. Why did you pick ballet?” He’d warmed up his rope skills as he’d worked, so the first tie on her ankle didn’t take long at all, and he swatted her ass when she stayed quiet. “Answer me. You don’t want to know what I can do with that anal hook, little whore.”
“I don’t know. I just always loved to dance, sir.” She wiggled a little and as he spread her thighs wider to get her positioned where he wanted, and he could smell her arousal. It was so fucking tempting, but he just had one more damn tie and then he could taste her.
“Why did you stick with it though?” he asked. Trailing his fingers up her other calf, he held onto the pointe shoe, squeezing firmly.
“With all the consequences of pushing your body that hard, to make your body capable of doing all those jetés, arabesques, pirouettes, and bourrée en couru? Strong enough to do a développé? Why keep going?”
Just as he straightened her leg out, she twisted to look at him over her shoulder, and showed just how flexible she was as she bent her leg back towards her body with inhuman grace. She grinned as she let her leg relax into the proper position for the tie.
“Showing off your knowledge, sir?”
“You think I wasn’t going to look up the proper term for that incredible move from your bio?” He chuckled as he started the last tie, pushing the desperate ache of his cock to the back of his mind. “Come on, answer me.”
“I guess I do it for the same reason everyone does things that are hard, sir.” Vanessa relaxed back onto the table, resting her cheek on the padded top. “It makes me happy. Just this pure rush of turning your body into a piece of music… there’s nothing else like it.”
Wyatt paused as he threaded the last ropes through the loops, spending more time than he needed to ensure the ropes were straight, and the decorative knot the same size as the others. It wasn’t complicated, but what she’d said was important — and it deserved at least a moment of attention before he lost all higher-level thinking skills.
“That’s a beautiful way to describe it.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied softly, and he stepped back to admire her for a moment. Trussed up and laid out like a feast, Vanessa Novak was every inch the fantasy he’d imagined. The pale pink rope matched the tiny ballet skirt, which was flipped up above her ass and held in place by the shining steel of the anal hook. Smooth, olive-toned skin was everywhere, except for her ass where the dark loop-shaped bruises and the broad welts from the strap still showed.
“Almost ready, naughty girl.” He grinned as he palmed the little bullet vibe. “How are those nipple clamps feeling?”
She adjusted, rolling each of her shoulders until she finally relaxed against the tabletop again. “Achy, sir.”
“Ah, someone seems to have learned to watch their tongue.”
Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her backwards slowly until she was right where he wanted.
“You know, after all of your little protests”—he traced a finger down through her slit, barely touching her clit—“you are very, very wet.”
“Please, sir,” she begged, and he almost threw the rest of his plan out the window just to feel her wrapped around his cock, but he managed to take a deep breath and slide two fingers exactly where he wanted to be. The soft moan she released was absolute fucking torture, but the best kind. “Oh God, yes, please?”
“Such a good girl.”