Black Light: Inflamed
Excerpt By Golden Angel
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Heat washed over her back.
I’m burning!
She almost screamed, but the heat was gone almost as soon as she’d felt it and there was a whoosh of cool air in its place. That’s when she realized the flogger hadn’t even touched her and Lisa had to bite her lip against shrieking or cursing.
Bastard! He did that on purpose!
Panting for breath, Lisa leaned against the support of the cross, thankful now for the position that Master Elliott had put her in. She'd wanted to watch, but now she closed her eyes, thankful that she couldn't see the flogger. Holding still was harder than she'd thought it would be, even when she couldn't see it coming.
More heat, air moving over her skin, but no impact. Her breath caught in her throat anyway. Any second now and she’d feel the real flame. A tiny whimper fell from her lips, her body tightening in anticipation.
The murmurs of the crowd pricked at her senses, the admiration, the wonder. Lisa almost wished she were one of them, watching this happen to someone else. Not being able to see was messing with her.
Every time she felt the heat rush past her skin, she tensed, sure that she was about to be burned. Master Elliott’s serious expression kept flashing in her mind, his careful consideration of all the dangers made them feel all too real.
Despite that, she could feel her arousal growing anyway, almost in defiance of her nerves. She pressed her thighs together, waiting, waiting… if he didn’t hit her soon…
Then the flogger slapped against her skin, hotter and stingier than she'd ever experienced and she cried out. Her entire body tensed, expecting pain—real pain—but it was already gone again. Almost too fast to even register it. She sucked in a breath, shuddering as cooler air rushed over her skin in the wake of the flogger, making her feel extra sensitive.
More heat, the flogger passing near her skin but not touching it, and then it hit again. The sting was intense, but it felt good too, and she almost wanted to laugh out loud with glee—she was being flogged with fire and she liked it!
A slightly ragged sob of relief lodged in her throat and she slumped slightly, letting the cross and her restraints hold her up as her muscles all turned to liquid. When the flogger hit her ass, instead of her upper back, she jumped, but then relaxed again as the new pattern continued. It had completely messed with her head waiting for the flogger to land.
The fire caressed her skin, leaving hot arousal in its wake, her fear subsiding. The danger wasn’t gone, but she trusted Master Elliott to take care of her. To keep her safe. Her heart might still race, and she tensed every time she heard someone else gasp, but she also relaxed into it. Left back, right back, left ass cheek, right ass cheek... the pace was almost hypnotic. Her arousal and tension swirled.
Master Elliott was flogging her with fire.
But she wasn't burning. She was flying.
I’m burning!
She almost screamed, but the heat was gone almost as soon as she’d felt it and there was a whoosh of cool air in its place. That’s when she realized the flogger hadn’t even touched her and Lisa had to bite her lip against shrieking or cursing.
Bastard! He did that on purpose!
Panting for breath, Lisa leaned against the support of the cross, thankful now for the position that Master Elliott had put her in. She'd wanted to watch, but now she closed her eyes, thankful that she couldn't see the flogger. Holding still was harder than she'd thought it would be, even when she couldn't see it coming.
More heat, air moving over her skin, but no impact. Her breath caught in her throat anyway. Any second now and she’d feel the real flame. A tiny whimper fell from her lips, her body tightening in anticipation.
The murmurs of the crowd pricked at her senses, the admiration, the wonder. Lisa almost wished she were one of them, watching this happen to someone else. Not being able to see was messing with her.
Every time she felt the heat rush past her skin, she tensed, sure that she was about to be burned. Master Elliott’s serious expression kept flashing in her mind, his careful consideration of all the dangers made them feel all too real.
Despite that, she could feel her arousal growing anyway, almost in defiance of her nerves. She pressed her thighs together, waiting, waiting… if he didn’t hit her soon…
Then the flogger slapped against her skin, hotter and stingier than she'd ever experienced and she cried out. Her entire body tensed, expecting pain—real pain—but it was already gone again. Almost too fast to even register it. She sucked in a breath, shuddering as cooler air rushed over her skin in the wake of the flogger, making her feel extra sensitive.
More heat, the flogger passing near her skin but not touching it, and then it hit again. The sting was intense, but it felt good too, and she almost wanted to laugh out loud with glee—she was being flogged with fire and she liked it!
A slightly ragged sob of relief lodged in her throat and she slumped slightly, letting the cross and her restraints hold her up as her muscles all turned to liquid. When the flogger hit her ass, instead of her upper back, she jumped, but then relaxed again as the new pattern continued. It had completely messed with her head waiting for the flogger to land.
The fire caressed her skin, leaving hot arousal in its wake, her fear subsiding. The danger wasn’t gone, but she trusted Master Elliott to take care of her. To keep her safe. Her heart might still race, and she tensed every time she heard someone else gasp, but she also relaxed into it. Left back, right back, left ass cheek, right ass cheek... the pace was almost hypnotic. Her arousal and tension swirled.
Master Elliott was flogging her with fire.
But she wasn't burning. She was flying.