Black Light: Prelude
Excerpt By Renee Rose
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“Do you think I’ll let you come like this?” he growls against my ear. My breath stops for a moment as those words wash through me.
Right. There’s this whole thing of asking permission to orgasm. A dominant owns your pleasure. Does he want me to beg?
“Please?” I ask, far more willing to beg than I would’ve been two hours ago.
He smiles—a genuine smile that makes him appear ten years younger. “Nyet.”
I gasp, driving my nails into his shoulders. “What do you mean, nyet?”
“It means no.”
“Yes, I gathered that but—”
“Not yet, kitten. I have you for forty more minutes. You think I’m going to let you come in our first position?”
First... position? Oh lord. This man is sex on a stick.
Knowing there will be more—much more—I relax into it. Of course, that makes me harder to hold up. He lifts me away from the wall and drops me to my feet. As soon as I land, he spins me around and pushes me over the arm of the loveseat in the room.
“Spread your legs.”
I wait, expecting him to enter me again from behind, but instead I feel the sharp sting of the flogger, swung like a whip this time. I gasp, my pussy clenching on air.
“Ouch!”
He whips me again. And again.
After six smacks, my skin gets used to the contact of the flogger. My ass gets warm and stingy. My core grows molten.
This.
This is why submissives crave pain. I understand now, because I only want more. Each slap of the flogger sends lust kicking through my body. Winds the coil of desire tighter. He changes the way he uses the flogger, swinging it in circles— or maybe it’s a figure eight. The tips glance off the globes of my ass like the strands of an automatic car wash mop moving around the car.
It’s... divine.
Barely a sting. So much heat and pleasure.
He moves to my thighs, then my shoulders. I love every bit of it. When he flicks the flogger between my open legs, though, I squeal.
“Keep them open.” The command is guttural. His accent thicker. I love knowing I’m having an effect on him.
I slide the stilettos wider. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. Every part of me is alive. Activated. Singing. He flicks the flogger between my legs again. I catch my breath at the sting, then moan.
“Stand up.”
It takes my brain a moment to process the order, and I find myself mildly disappointed at the change. Every time I’m starting to sink into something, he shifts it. I suppose that’s part of the strategy.
“Face me. Hands interlaced on top of your head.”
My brows shoot up, but I comply. He’s earned my trust now. Besides, I left my pride behind somewhere between the first and second spin of the wheel.
The position lifts and spreads my breasts, presenting them to him. He nudges my foot. “Spread your legs wider.”
Oh God. I widen my stance. Now I’m really presented to him.
Buck naked, nothing but my heels. Standing before him like I’m under arrest. Or I’m a slave up for auction. And that thought shouldn’t get me so wet.
He begins to spin the flogger again. Yes—it’s a figure eight motion —and this time spins the tips of the flogger across my breasts. My nipples harden and stand up under the abuse, the pink darkening along with the rest of my skin. Again, it’s wonderful. Everything I thought a flogger would be, and more.
He smiles. “You like it.”
“Yes.” I whisper it.
He flicks down my belly and across the front of my hips. “I like it when you whisper yes like that. Next time say it in Russian.”
“Da,” I tell him.
His smile grows wider, cock bobbing in the cradle of his unzipped jeans.
“You are as smart as you are beautiful, kotyonok. I’m glad I came here tonight. Glad I got to play with you.”
“I’m glad, too,” I murmur.
He reaches for the bag and produces a small jewelry box. I watch as he reveals a pair of—oh shit—nipple clamps. I’m not sure I like this idea. My nipples are warm and tingly from the flogging. He opens one clamp. I flinch when he brings it over my nipple.
“Inhale, kitten.”
I obey.
He closes the clamp. I gasp at the pain. My clit throbs in response. He repeats the action with the second clamp. I let out a long, slow whimper.
He takes my hand off the top of my head and winds his fingers through mine, drawing me over to the couch. He sits down and pulls me across his lap and smacks my ass. He’s recapping where we’ve been, I realize. First the flogging, now the spanking. And I appreciate the reminder. Because it’s so very different the second time. I was reluctant before. Now I’m primed.
Ready.
Hungry for it, even.
He tosses one of the sofa cushions down onto his feet. I don’t understand it until he lifts one of my legs to straddle him. I yelp as he spins me face down over his legs, my ass spread over his lap with my knees bent and feet in the air. I brace my hands on the floor. The position is entirely ignominious. My pussy and ass are spread and open to his view. Presented to him. While I’m facing the floor.
Or rather, the pillow. I arrange it under my face and chest and hang on as he spanks my ass, first right cheek, then left. He rubs out the sting, tracing his thumb along my slit. The vibrator makes a reappearance, this time against my clit. I moan and bite the pillow and wriggle as I grow more and more desperate.
“Please,” I start to moan.
“Please what?”
“Please… may I come?”
“Nyet.”
He turns up the vibration on the toy and I moan plaintively. Just when I think it’s way too much, he adds the butt plug. I’m a little sore from last time, but it goes in easier. I know to relax and breathe. And like everything we’ve tried, the pleasure is greater the second time.
But so is the need. My inner thighs start trembling. I hump his lap, rubbing my clit over the vibrator as he pumps the plug in my ass. I start to lose control. I’m chanting things—begging, I guess. Maybe babbling—I don’t even know.
“I know what you need,” he’s telling me, soothing me with long strokes of his palm down my back.
He throws another cushion to the floor. “On your knees for me,
kitten.”
He helps me swing my legs down from the couch to kneel on the cushion. When I stand on my hands and knees, he pushes between my shoulder blades until I drop my torso to the pillow.
He likes the humiliating poses.
Apparently, so do I, because I’m still moaning and begging.
Through the thick haze of lust, I watch him roll a new condom on before he pushes into me. And then it’s pure ecstasy.
I never knew vaginal intercourse could be so satisfying. It never has been before. But every thrust, every glide in and out is discovery. I’m finding me here. Finding pleasure, finding new heights I never knew existed. My ass is stretched wide with the plug, making his every thrust twenty times more potent. And the angle? It’s. Just. Perfect.
“Please, please,” I babble, because I need it so badly now.
I need that orgasm more than my next breath. He grips my hips and thrusts hard. Harder. I whine for it, mewl. Beg some more. But he’s a stallion. The man keeps it up until I’m light-headed. Trembling from head to toe. Completely lost.
He reaches around and releases the clamps on my nipples. The pain of the blood rushing back into them makes me gasp. And then he says it.
“Come, kitten.”
Pleasure explodes through me. Before he even thrusts deep and pushes me to my belly. Before he roars something in Russian so loud my ears ring. I go hoarse with my own scream and when the room stops spinning I find myself on my belly, his large body draped over the top of mine. His lips at my nape. I don’t want to ever move. Nor do I want him to move. I’m in a happy place I’ve never known. Euphoria.
Right. There’s this whole thing of asking permission to orgasm. A dominant owns your pleasure. Does he want me to beg?
“Please?” I ask, far more willing to beg than I would’ve been two hours ago.
He smiles—a genuine smile that makes him appear ten years younger. “Nyet.”
I gasp, driving my nails into his shoulders. “What do you mean, nyet?”
“It means no.”
“Yes, I gathered that but—”
“Not yet, kitten. I have you for forty more minutes. You think I’m going to let you come in our first position?”
First... position? Oh lord. This man is sex on a stick.
Knowing there will be more—much more—I relax into it. Of course, that makes me harder to hold up. He lifts me away from the wall and drops me to my feet. As soon as I land, he spins me around and pushes me over the arm of the loveseat in the room.
“Spread your legs.”
I wait, expecting him to enter me again from behind, but instead I feel the sharp sting of the flogger, swung like a whip this time. I gasp, my pussy clenching on air.
“Ouch!”
He whips me again. And again.
After six smacks, my skin gets used to the contact of the flogger. My ass gets warm and stingy. My core grows molten.
This.
This is why submissives crave pain. I understand now, because I only want more. Each slap of the flogger sends lust kicking through my body. Winds the coil of desire tighter. He changes the way he uses the flogger, swinging it in circles— or maybe it’s a figure eight. The tips glance off the globes of my ass like the strands of an automatic car wash mop moving around the car.
It’s... divine.
Barely a sting. So much heat and pleasure.
He moves to my thighs, then my shoulders. I love every bit of it. When he flicks the flogger between my open legs, though, I squeal.
“Keep them open.” The command is guttural. His accent thicker. I love knowing I’m having an effect on him.
I slide the stilettos wider. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. Every part of me is alive. Activated. Singing. He flicks the flogger between my legs again. I catch my breath at the sting, then moan.
“Stand up.”
It takes my brain a moment to process the order, and I find myself mildly disappointed at the change. Every time I’m starting to sink into something, he shifts it. I suppose that’s part of the strategy.
“Face me. Hands interlaced on top of your head.”
My brows shoot up, but I comply. He’s earned my trust now. Besides, I left my pride behind somewhere between the first and second spin of the wheel.
The position lifts and spreads my breasts, presenting them to him. He nudges my foot. “Spread your legs wider.”
Oh God. I widen my stance. Now I’m really presented to him.
Buck naked, nothing but my heels. Standing before him like I’m under arrest. Or I’m a slave up for auction. And that thought shouldn’t get me so wet.
He begins to spin the flogger again. Yes—it’s a figure eight motion —and this time spins the tips of the flogger across my breasts. My nipples harden and stand up under the abuse, the pink darkening along with the rest of my skin. Again, it’s wonderful. Everything I thought a flogger would be, and more.
He smiles. “You like it.”
“Yes.” I whisper it.
He flicks down my belly and across the front of my hips. “I like it when you whisper yes like that. Next time say it in Russian.”
“Da,” I tell him.
His smile grows wider, cock bobbing in the cradle of his unzipped jeans.
“You are as smart as you are beautiful, kotyonok. I’m glad I came here tonight. Glad I got to play with you.”
“I’m glad, too,” I murmur.
He reaches for the bag and produces a small jewelry box. I watch as he reveals a pair of—oh shit—nipple clamps. I’m not sure I like this idea. My nipples are warm and tingly from the flogging. He opens one clamp. I flinch when he brings it over my nipple.
“Inhale, kitten.”
I obey.
He closes the clamp. I gasp at the pain. My clit throbs in response. He repeats the action with the second clamp. I let out a long, slow whimper.
He takes my hand off the top of my head and winds his fingers through mine, drawing me over to the couch. He sits down and pulls me across his lap and smacks my ass. He’s recapping where we’ve been, I realize. First the flogging, now the spanking. And I appreciate the reminder. Because it’s so very different the second time. I was reluctant before. Now I’m primed.
Ready.
Hungry for it, even.
He tosses one of the sofa cushions down onto his feet. I don’t understand it until he lifts one of my legs to straddle him. I yelp as he spins me face down over his legs, my ass spread over his lap with my knees bent and feet in the air. I brace my hands on the floor. The position is entirely ignominious. My pussy and ass are spread and open to his view. Presented to him. While I’m facing the floor.
Or rather, the pillow. I arrange it under my face and chest and hang on as he spanks my ass, first right cheek, then left. He rubs out the sting, tracing his thumb along my slit. The vibrator makes a reappearance, this time against my clit. I moan and bite the pillow and wriggle as I grow more and more desperate.
“Please,” I start to moan.
“Please what?”
“Please… may I come?”
“Nyet.”
He turns up the vibration on the toy and I moan plaintively. Just when I think it’s way too much, he adds the butt plug. I’m a little sore from last time, but it goes in easier. I know to relax and breathe. And like everything we’ve tried, the pleasure is greater the second time.
But so is the need. My inner thighs start trembling. I hump his lap, rubbing my clit over the vibrator as he pumps the plug in my ass. I start to lose control. I’m chanting things—begging, I guess. Maybe babbling—I don’t even know.
“I know what you need,” he’s telling me, soothing me with long strokes of his palm down my back.
He throws another cushion to the floor. “On your knees for me,
kitten.”
He helps me swing my legs down from the couch to kneel on the cushion. When I stand on my hands and knees, he pushes between my shoulder blades until I drop my torso to the pillow.
He likes the humiliating poses.
Apparently, so do I, because I’m still moaning and begging.
Through the thick haze of lust, I watch him roll a new condom on before he pushes into me. And then it’s pure ecstasy.
I never knew vaginal intercourse could be so satisfying. It never has been before. But every thrust, every glide in and out is discovery. I’m finding me here. Finding pleasure, finding new heights I never knew existed. My ass is stretched wide with the plug, making his every thrust twenty times more potent. And the angle? It’s. Just. Perfect.
“Please, please,” I babble, because I need it so badly now.
I need that orgasm more than my next breath. He grips my hips and thrusts hard. Harder. I whine for it, mewl. Beg some more. But he’s a stallion. The man keeps it up until I’m light-headed. Trembling from head to toe. Completely lost.
He reaches around and releases the clamps on my nipples. The pain of the blood rushing back into them makes me gasp. And then he says it.
“Come, kitten.”
Pleasure explodes through me. Before he even thrusts deep and pushes me to my belly. Before he roars something in Russian so loud my ears ring. I go hoarse with my own scream and when the room stops spinning I find myself on my belly, his large body draped over the top of mine. His lips at my nape. I don’t want to ever move. Nor do I want him to move. I’m in a happy place I’ve never known. Euphoria.