Black Light: Pressure
Excerpt By Measha Stone
Available at: Amazon (and on Kindle Unlimited!)
“Edge play,” Madison announced.
“Great.” Michele tried to sound enthused, but couldn’t she catch a break? Couldn’t that damn ball have dropped into a play that she’d had some experience with?
“Scared?” Egan took her hand and squeezed. She looked up at him, ready with a burning retort that died on her tongue when she saw the concern in his eyes. “No, not so long as it’s with you,” she found herself saying.
He squeezed her hand again. “Good. I think we’ll use that lacing table I saw earlier.” He led her back into the play area. Michele kept her focus on his hand touching hers. When she was able to focus, the panic rising up dissipated. And she wanted to make this last bit of time with him the best it could be. For him and for herself.
When they got to the table, it was already taken so he stopped to look around the area for something else. “Well, the cross is open.” He pointed to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
“I’m too short,” she said when he tugged her in that direction.
“No such thing,” he replied without looking at her. When they arrived at the area, he took the duffle bag from her and dropped it on the floor. She walked over to the cross, stood with her back to it, raising her arms to mimic the X. “See? I can’t reach.” She looked up at the metal rings protruding from the arms. Nowhere near them.
He stopped looking in his bag to look up at her. With a laugh he continued his search. She huffed and dropped her arms.
“Just the thing.” When he stepped up to her he had two bundles of rope in his hands. “I’ll just drop the ring down for you.” He tucked the rope beneath his arm and started putting on the cuffs. “I’m beginning to think you’ve been playing with some real newbies,” he said while buckling the second cuff.
“I never ventured very far from what I was used to,” she admitted. “Which is why Corrine did what she did. She wanted me to start playing outside my box, and I wanted to stay tucked up nice and warm.”
“With daddies that would give you a little ass spanking and send you home?” he asked while looping rope through the high ring. She felt her cheeks heat again. He was quite good at that, making her blush. “Yeah.”
“You definitely have some little tendencies, but I can’t picture you with a daddy. Like a real daddy, baby girl stuff.” He worked the rope through another loop. She watched him, amazed at his workmanship.
Double knotting her gym shoes was the best she could do.
“I’m not sure what I am, to be honest,” she said softly. “I’m not even sure I’m submissive sometimes.”
“Why?”
“Well, I’m horrible at following rules. Like, horrible. The moment I have one, I go out of my way to break it. It’s bad.” She hadn’t admitted that to anyone before. Not even with the few boyfriends she’d tried having a kink relationship with. They’d accused her of it, but she’d denied it to the death — of their dating.
Egan moved to the other ring and made the same set up with the rope. “Well, that tells me you like the spankings, the punishments. You want to feel his dominance, and when you don’t, you misbehave to force it.” After he finished tying off the second rope, he turned around to face her. His eyes were fixed on her. Not an ounce of judgment in them.
“That would make me a brat right? Or topping from the bottom?”
She stepped to the cross, taking her position with her back against the wood of the beams.
“Well, maybe. But not for the same reasons. I wouldn’t say brat. Or at least I haven’t seen any of that tonight. And you didn’t try to top fromthe bottom either. I’d say you just take control when you feel it’s not being held by the other person. Like if he’s not dominant, then you step in and try to make it work the way you need it.” He’d perfectly explained every failed relationship she’d ever had. It was the reason she stopped dating and just came to the club to get a scene in when she wanted one.
“And my little tendencies?”
He picked up her wrist and worked the rope through the ring of the cuff, getting her properly strung up for whatever he wanted to do with her.
“They are adorable.” He grinned but didn’t look at her. “Wouldn’t change that for the world.”
She didn’t respond to that. How could she? He finished getting her trussed up and stood back to check his handiwork. “Perfect.” He winked at her and headed back to his bag.
“Edge play—that’s like knives, right?” she asked, suddenly getting her head back in the game.
“Not always. Sometimes. But what do you think about breath play?”
“I-I don’t know,” she answered, shaky.
“I’m guessing that would be a soft limit on your limits list if you could have put it, is that right?”
Her stomach twisted. “Yeah.”
“Then that would be the edge, right? A little outside your comfort zone? We’ll play there.”
“But—”
“If you get scared, tell me. If you need to stop, use your yellow color and we’ll slow down. Okay?” His voice soothed her. If she had been willing to trust him with a knife, she needed to trust him with this.
“Okay. Yeah.” She tugged on her restraints. “I suppose it would have been better to ask questions before you tied me up.”
He laughed light heartedly and zipped up his bag. When he came back over to her, he had a vibrator in one hand.
“Gonna take my breath away with orgasms?” she quipped, suddenly feeling much more brave with him.
The right corner of his lips curved up. “Oh, sweet girl, you have so much coming your way. It’s going to be wonderful to witness.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased.
He sucked in air through his grin and laughed. “Oh, you play brave, but you’ll see.” He flicked on the vibrator. “Spread those thighs for me, sweet girl.”
She walked her legs apart and was rewarded with the sweet sensations of the vibe on her clit. She rested her head on her arm and grinned at him.
“Feels good?” he asked, stepping closer to her.
“Yeah, real good.” She arched her hips toward the vibrator wanting more pressure.
He wrapped his arm behind her neck. “Good. Take a deep breath.”
She barely had a chance to before his hand came from behind her and covered her mouth and pushed against her nostrils. All air cut off.
She wiggled as panic took over.
“Look at me, Michele.” His face was there, right in front of her. “You’re okay. How’s your pussy feel?”
His thumb moved, letting air flow through her nose. She inhaled a deep breath with relief only to have it taken away when his thumb came back down.
“Pussy feels good, right?” he asked, running the vibrator through her folds and back up to her clit. The fight for air and waves of pleasure warred for control. Her lungs burned.
“There we go.” His hand moved away from her mouth.
She sucked in breath, feeling as though she’d just run across the room.
“Feel the vibrator,” he said, kicking up the speed.
“Oh!” She became enraptured by the good sensations, the blossoming of utopia between her legs.
“Focus on your pussy. You’re going to come like this for me,” he announced and pressed his hand against her mouth and nose again. No warning, all air just cut off.
Her eyes went wide, and she started to fight to get free of his hand, but he was holding her tight. She felt his own breath, washing over her as he leaned closer.
The vibrator moved and it was electric. Her orgasm ripped through her body, blindsiding her.
She screamed beneath his now cupped hand as the force of her release rocketed her. Her throat strained but she didn’t care. If she didn’t let out the pressure, she’d die. Wave after wave, her body was rung out when they finally faded into silence.
Her head hung from her neck. She gasped for air. Tears streaked her face. Where the hell had they come from?
But he was there. Egan pushed her head back and kissed away the tears.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, capturing her lips with his own and taking her breath away again. This time, she craved it, she wanted him to take everything from her. Every worry. Every feeling. Everything, and leave her feeling just like this forever.
“Egan,” she said when he released her lips. “Please.” She wrapped one leg around his hip. “I need you. Please.”
She could barely breathe, her heart was ready to make its debut through her ribs, and her body ached. Especially, her pussy. She felt empty and abandoned. She needed him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, studying her face.
“If you don’t fuck me, I will never forgive you. I’ll kill you off in my next book.
“Great.” Michele tried to sound enthused, but couldn’t she catch a break? Couldn’t that damn ball have dropped into a play that she’d had some experience with?
“Scared?” Egan took her hand and squeezed. She looked up at him, ready with a burning retort that died on her tongue when she saw the concern in his eyes. “No, not so long as it’s with you,” she found herself saying.
He squeezed her hand again. “Good. I think we’ll use that lacing table I saw earlier.” He led her back into the play area. Michele kept her focus on his hand touching hers. When she was able to focus, the panic rising up dissipated. And she wanted to make this last bit of time with him the best it could be. For him and for herself.
When they got to the table, it was already taken so he stopped to look around the area for something else. “Well, the cross is open.” He pointed to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
“I’m too short,” she said when he tugged her in that direction.
“No such thing,” he replied without looking at her. When they arrived at the area, he took the duffle bag from her and dropped it on the floor. She walked over to the cross, stood with her back to it, raising her arms to mimic the X. “See? I can’t reach.” She looked up at the metal rings protruding from the arms. Nowhere near them.
He stopped looking in his bag to look up at her. With a laugh he continued his search. She huffed and dropped her arms.
“Just the thing.” When he stepped up to her he had two bundles of rope in his hands. “I’ll just drop the ring down for you.” He tucked the rope beneath his arm and started putting on the cuffs. “I’m beginning to think you’ve been playing with some real newbies,” he said while buckling the second cuff.
“I never ventured very far from what I was used to,” she admitted. “Which is why Corrine did what she did. She wanted me to start playing outside my box, and I wanted to stay tucked up nice and warm.”
“With daddies that would give you a little ass spanking and send you home?” he asked while looping rope through the high ring. She felt her cheeks heat again. He was quite good at that, making her blush. “Yeah.”
“You definitely have some little tendencies, but I can’t picture you with a daddy. Like a real daddy, baby girl stuff.” He worked the rope through another loop. She watched him, amazed at his workmanship.
Double knotting her gym shoes was the best she could do.
“I’m not sure what I am, to be honest,” she said softly. “I’m not even sure I’m submissive sometimes.”
“Why?”
“Well, I’m horrible at following rules. Like, horrible. The moment I have one, I go out of my way to break it. It’s bad.” She hadn’t admitted that to anyone before. Not even with the few boyfriends she’d tried having a kink relationship with. They’d accused her of it, but she’d denied it to the death — of their dating.
Egan moved to the other ring and made the same set up with the rope. “Well, that tells me you like the spankings, the punishments. You want to feel his dominance, and when you don’t, you misbehave to force it.” After he finished tying off the second rope, he turned around to face her. His eyes were fixed on her. Not an ounce of judgment in them.
“That would make me a brat right? Or topping from the bottom?”
She stepped to the cross, taking her position with her back against the wood of the beams.
“Well, maybe. But not for the same reasons. I wouldn’t say brat. Or at least I haven’t seen any of that tonight. And you didn’t try to top fromthe bottom either. I’d say you just take control when you feel it’s not being held by the other person. Like if he’s not dominant, then you step in and try to make it work the way you need it.” He’d perfectly explained every failed relationship she’d ever had. It was the reason she stopped dating and just came to the club to get a scene in when she wanted one.
“And my little tendencies?”
He picked up her wrist and worked the rope through the ring of the cuff, getting her properly strung up for whatever he wanted to do with her.
“They are adorable.” He grinned but didn’t look at her. “Wouldn’t change that for the world.”
She didn’t respond to that. How could she? He finished getting her trussed up and stood back to check his handiwork. “Perfect.” He winked at her and headed back to his bag.
“Edge play—that’s like knives, right?” she asked, suddenly getting her head back in the game.
“Not always. Sometimes. But what do you think about breath play?”
“I-I don’t know,” she answered, shaky.
“I’m guessing that would be a soft limit on your limits list if you could have put it, is that right?”
Her stomach twisted. “Yeah.”
“Then that would be the edge, right? A little outside your comfort zone? We’ll play there.”
“But—”
“If you get scared, tell me. If you need to stop, use your yellow color and we’ll slow down. Okay?” His voice soothed her. If she had been willing to trust him with a knife, she needed to trust him with this.
“Okay. Yeah.” She tugged on her restraints. “I suppose it would have been better to ask questions before you tied me up.”
He laughed light heartedly and zipped up his bag. When he came back over to her, he had a vibrator in one hand.
“Gonna take my breath away with orgasms?” she quipped, suddenly feeling much more brave with him.
The right corner of his lips curved up. “Oh, sweet girl, you have so much coming your way. It’s going to be wonderful to witness.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased.
He sucked in air through his grin and laughed. “Oh, you play brave, but you’ll see.” He flicked on the vibrator. “Spread those thighs for me, sweet girl.”
She walked her legs apart and was rewarded with the sweet sensations of the vibe on her clit. She rested her head on her arm and grinned at him.
“Feels good?” he asked, stepping closer to her.
“Yeah, real good.” She arched her hips toward the vibrator wanting more pressure.
He wrapped his arm behind her neck. “Good. Take a deep breath.”
She barely had a chance to before his hand came from behind her and covered her mouth and pushed against her nostrils. All air cut off.
She wiggled as panic took over.
“Look at me, Michele.” His face was there, right in front of her. “You’re okay. How’s your pussy feel?”
His thumb moved, letting air flow through her nose. She inhaled a deep breath with relief only to have it taken away when his thumb came back down.
“Pussy feels good, right?” he asked, running the vibrator through her folds and back up to her clit. The fight for air and waves of pleasure warred for control. Her lungs burned.
“There we go.” His hand moved away from her mouth.
She sucked in breath, feeling as though she’d just run across the room.
“Feel the vibrator,” he said, kicking up the speed.
“Oh!” She became enraptured by the good sensations, the blossoming of utopia between her legs.
“Focus on your pussy. You’re going to come like this for me,” he announced and pressed his hand against her mouth and nose again. No warning, all air just cut off.
Her eyes went wide, and she started to fight to get free of his hand, but he was holding her tight. She felt his own breath, washing over her as he leaned closer.
The vibrator moved and it was electric. Her orgasm ripped through her body, blindsiding her.
She screamed beneath his now cupped hand as the force of her release rocketed her. Her throat strained but she didn’t care. If she didn’t let out the pressure, she’d die. Wave after wave, her body was rung out when they finally faded into silence.
Her head hung from her neck. She gasped for air. Tears streaked her face. Where the hell had they come from?
But he was there. Egan pushed her head back and kissed away the tears.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, capturing her lips with his own and taking her breath away again. This time, she craved it, she wanted him to take everything from her. Every worry. Every feeling. Everything, and leave her feeling just like this forever.
“Egan,” she said when he released her lips. “Please.” She wrapped one leg around his hip. “I need you. Please.”
She could barely breathe, her heart was ready to make its debut through her ribs, and her body ached. Especially, her pussy. She felt empty and abandoned. She needed him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, studying her face.
“If you don’t fuck me, I will never forgive you. I’ll kill you off in my next book.