Black Light: Pierced
Excerpt By Raisa Greywood
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“I’d like a small table where I can set up my supplies.”
“Yes, sir.”
Within moments, the staff member returned with a small rolling cart similar to the one he’d used for their cell popping scene. Opening his bag, Jafari retrieved plastic tubs filled with the tools of his favorite kink —dozens of sterile fine-gauge needles sorted by color, plus antiseptic wipes, surgical gloves, antibiotic gel, a biohazard disposal bag, and a secure sharps container for the used needles.
The act of setting up his equipment sent him to the edges of domspace. It was a mindset he enjoyed, yet he’d wait to allow it free rein. Kacy would be his entire focus. There was something going on with her, but he hadn’t figured it out yet. Frowning, he moved the cart into position, then shifted a few tubs for easier access. He’d have to watch her especially closely for this scene.
“May I help, sir?”
Shaking away his suspicions, he turned and smiled down at her. Still flushed and dewy from her climax, she blinked up at him. “No, chérie. The only thing left to do is put you in position.”
Jafari put his hands on her waist and lifted her. To his surprise, she wrapped her legs around his hips then rested her head on his shoulder. She was a fragrant, delightfully warm weight in his arms, and he resisted the urge to take her into one of the cooldown alcoves for a more private scene. It was an intimacy he wasn’t expecting, given her disinterest in…
He inhaled sharply, stilling for a split second before settling her gently on the massage table. Needing to test his theory, he cupped her cheeks, then lowered his head to kiss her.
Stiffening, Kacy jerked and quivered, but relaxed the minute he changed his target to her forehead. Why would something as simple as a kiss set her off? Perhaps the more important question would be why she hadn’t put it on her list of hard limits. Jafari wasn’t one to question anyone’s limits. They were personal, and he didn’t need to understand them. His job was to make sure he didn’t break them, yet because of her reticence, he had.
And it made her vanish in the middle of aftercare the first time they’d played. He was both furious and disappointed, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying about everything. To not communicate a hard limit went against everything he believed in.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked, biting her lip. Her wide brown eyes met his, guileless and trusting.
Jafari dredged up a smile. “Yes. I was just considering what design I might do.”
She gave him a delighted grin. “All your designs are beautiful, and it’s a dream come true to share a scene with you. Would you like me on my back or my front?”
Instead of answering, he stroked his goatee to give himself time to think. “Do you trust me, Kacy?”
“Yes, sir. Of course, I do.”
Gazing down at her, he let go of his irritation, unwilling to ruin her scene. There would be time later to get some answers out of her. The judicious application of a Delrin cane to her tender backside might get her to open up.
“Good girl. Lie on your back, please.”
Once she was in position, he lifted her arms, placing them over her head, then made sure the controller to the e-stim plug was off. He didn’t want her to move inadvertently. Her eyes closed halfway, and a sweet smile played across her plump lips.
“Oh, jeez, he’s doing needles.”
Jafari ignored the comments from the growing crowd. It didn’t seem possible, but it was larger than their audience for the cell popping scene. Of course, they were in a central location with more room for spectators. He donned surgical gloves and a disposable mask, then took his time sterilizing the area he planned to cover. Plastic crackled when he opened the first violet tipped needle.
“You look like a dangerously handsome doctor,” Kacy murmured.
“Dangerously handsome?” he asked, pinching the thin skin of her breast where the color changed from alabaster to the madder pink of her areola. He set the first needle, enjoying her indrawn gasp of pain, then wiped the tiny droplet of blood away with a swab.
By the time the fifth was placed, starting the arc that would circle her breast, Kacy was humming in pleasured lassitude, firmly in the grip of subspace.
Deciding to let her stay there for the moment, he continued working on the rainbow curling down to cross her abdomen, adding needle after needle until he almost inadvertently fell into a dominant headspace.
Her breathing evened out, becoming measured, and yet somehow loud over the noise of the spectators watching their scene. His own respirations slowed to match, bringing them in complete sync—a state he’d never reached with another partner.
Only Kacy.
Yet she’d dropped so hard and so fast, he’d have to ensure she stayed put for aftercare. A hug and a promise weren’t going to do it this time, and they still had one more scene to go.
Of course, nothing in the rules said they had to complete three scenes. That was simply the maximum. His watch was covered by the surgical glove, but it had to be close to ten o’clock, giving them very little time to do a third.
Then again, he could take her into the dungeon room for aftercare. She didn’t need to spin for him to explain the finer points of hard limits to her.
Straightening, he grabbed another antiseptic wipe and carefully swabbed the area around each piercing. Clean of the last remnants of blood droplets, the needles gleamed in the subdued illumination, and the colored tips popped against her pale skin.
“Gorgeous,” a male voice murmured. “Would you like photos?”
Nodding, Jafari spared a quick glance at the photog and grunted his assent, knowing he wouldn’t dare catch Kacy’s face in his shots. She might not be able to answer, but he was almost positive she’d want one as well.
“Chérie, it’s time to come back to us,” he said, stroking her velvety cheek. He desperately wanted to kiss her but refused to break her trust now that he knew of her unspoken hard limit.
She cracked one eye open, then smiled softly and spread her legs to reveal her soaking wet pussy. “Mmm, don’ wanna. Make me come.”
Laughing, Jafari shook his head, trying to decide if he was amused or insulted that she hadn’t bothered to look at the swirls of needles decorating her torso. “Topping from the bottom will get you punished, love. Would you care to rephrase your request?”
“I want to come so hard I pass out. Make love to me.”
“That’s a gift for good girls,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss her fingers. “And you’re very naughty right now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Within moments, the staff member returned with a small rolling cart similar to the one he’d used for their cell popping scene. Opening his bag, Jafari retrieved plastic tubs filled with the tools of his favorite kink —dozens of sterile fine-gauge needles sorted by color, plus antiseptic wipes, surgical gloves, antibiotic gel, a biohazard disposal bag, and a secure sharps container for the used needles.
The act of setting up his equipment sent him to the edges of domspace. It was a mindset he enjoyed, yet he’d wait to allow it free rein. Kacy would be his entire focus. There was something going on with her, but he hadn’t figured it out yet. Frowning, he moved the cart into position, then shifted a few tubs for easier access. He’d have to watch her especially closely for this scene.
“May I help, sir?”
Shaking away his suspicions, he turned and smiled down at her. Still flushed and dewy from her climax, she blinked up at him. “No, chérie. The only thing left to do is put you in position.”
Jafari put his hands on her waist and lifted her. To his surprise, she wrapped her legs around his hips then rested her head on his shoulder. She was a fragrant, delightfully warm weight in his arms, and he resisted the urge to take her into one of the cooldown alcoves for a more private scene. It was an intimacy he wasn’t expecting, given her disinterest in…
He inhaled sharply, stilling for a split second before settling her gently on the massage table. Needing to test his theory, he cupped her cheeks, then lowered his head to kiss her.
Stiffening, Kacy jerked and quivered, but relaxed the minute he changed his target to her forehead. Why would something as simple as a kiss set her off? Perhaps the more important question would be why she hadn’t put it on her list of hard limits. Jafari wasn’t one to question anyone’s limits. They were personal, and he didn’t need to understand them. His job was to make sure he didn’t break them, yet because of her reticence, he had.
And it made her vanish in the middle of aftercare the first time they’d played. He was both furious and disappointed, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying about everything. To not communicate a hard limit went against everything he believed in.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked, biting her lip. Her wide brown eyes met his, guileless and trusting.
Jafari dredged up a smile. “Yes. I was just considering what design I might do.”
She gave him a delighted grin. “All your designs are beautiful, and it’s a dream come true to share a scene with you. Would you like me on my back or my front?”
Instead of answering, he stroked his goatee to give himself time to think. “Do you trust me, Kacy?”
“Yes, sir. Of course, I do.”
Gazing down at her, he let go of his irritation, unwilling to ruin her scene. There would be time later to get some answers out of her. The judicious application of a Delrin cane to her tender backside might get her to open up.
“Good girl. Lie on your back, please.”
Once she was in position, he lifted her arms, placing them over her head, then made sure the controller to the e-stim plug was off. He didn’t want her to move inadvertently. Her eyes closed halfway, and a sweet smile played across her plump lips.
“Oh, jeez, he’s doing needles.”
Jafari ignored the comments from the growing crowd. It didn’t seem possible, but it was larger than their audience for the cell popping scene. Of course, they were in a central location with more room for spectators. He donned surgical gloves and a disposable mask, then took his time sterilizing the area he planned to cover. Plastic crackled when he opened the first violet tipped needle.
“You look like a dangerously handsome doctor,” Kacy murmured.
“Dangerously handsome?” he asked, pinching the thin skin of her breast where the color changed from alabaster to the madder pink of her areola. He set the first needle, enjoying her indrawn gasp of pain, then wiped the tiny droplet of blood away with a swab.
By the time the fifth was placed, starting the arc that would circle her breast, Kacy was humming in pleasured lassitude, firmly in the grip of subspace.
Deciding to let her stay there for the moment, he continued working on the rainbow curling down to cross her abdomen, adding needle after needle until he almost inadvertently fell into a dominant headspace.
Her breathing evened out, becoming measured, and yet somehow loud over the noise of the spectators watching their scene. His own respirations slowed to match, bringing them in complete sync—a state he’d never reached with another partner.
Only Kacy.
Yet she’d dropped so hard and so fast, he’d have to ensure she stayed put for aftercare. A hug and a promise weren’t going to do it this time, and they still had one more scene to go.
Of course, nothing in the rules said they had to complete three scenes. That was simply the maximum. His watch was covered by the surgical glove, but it had to be close to ten o’clock, giving them very little time to do a third.
Then again, he could take her into the dungeon room for aftercare. She didn’t need to spin for him to explain the finer points of hard limits to her.
Straightening, he grabbed another antiseptic wipe and carefully swabbed the area around each piercing. Clean of the last remnants of blood droplets, the needles gleamed in the subdued illumination, and the colored tips popped against her pale skin.
“Gorgeous,” a male voice murmured. “Would you like photos?”
Nodding, Jafari spared a quick glance at the photog and grunted his assent, knowing he wouldn’t dare catch Kacy’s face in his shots. She might not be able to answer, but he was almost positive she’d want one as well.
“Chérie, it’s time to come back to us,” he said, stroking her velvety cheek. He desperately wanted to kiss her but refused to break her trust now that he knew of her unspoken hard limit.
She cracked one eye open, then smiled softly and spread her legs to reveal her soaking wet pussy. “Mmm, don’ wanna. Make me come.”
Laughing, Jafari shook his head, trying to decide if he was amused or insulted that she hadn’t bothered to look at the swirls of needles decorating her torso. “Topping from the bottom will get you punished, love. Would you care to rephrase your request?”
“I want to come so hard I pass out. Make love to me.”
“That’s a gift for good girls,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss her fingers. “And you’re very naughty right now.”