Black Light: Rescued
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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"I don't need a safeword. You won't hurt me."
The growl in her ear corresponded with his pressing harder against her. "Don't be so sure, Princess. You drive me crazy in a way that makes me want to lose control."
She heard the truth in the emotional rumble of his voice. She paused, watching Chase's continued thrashing of Emma's ass only feet away until she could formulate her response.
"I trust you, Ryder."
She felt his teeth biting into her shoulder proving just how on edge he was. He ground his hard cock into her hip, hugging her against him while squeezing her heavy breasts in his palms. Khloe recognized that he was making his mark on her, body and soul. He was claiming her body in every way except the way she wanted the most.
As suddenly as he'd pounced on her, he pulled away, leaving her chilled. "Red. That's the word that will stop everything. Got it?"
She nodded slightly, forcing him to command, "Say it. I need to hear it from you."
Khloe should be relieved at his gallant actions, but instead she was annoyed. "I told you..."
A line of fire ignited across her ass, the worst pain striking her right hip. The sudden sting took her breath away as Ryder jammed his hand into her long tresses and yanked her head back, exposing her long neck as he growled against her ear. "We play by my rules. You'll have a safeword when playing at the club. Say it. Now."
Memories of almost screaming the word in February flooded back, giving her the courage to whisper, "
Red."
"Good girl. Don't be afraid to use it."
The next line of fire fell fast, as if he were testing her promise. The pain was all consuming, drowning out everything else but the need for relief. Khloe panicked. She'd forgotten how real the game was that they played in the secret dungeon. For the briefest of moments, the word red sat at the tip of her tongue, ready to fly, but she held it back, not wanting to fail Ryder so quickly.
"Take a deep breath, baby."
He was there, lightly tracing the welt that had to be adorning her ass like a badge of honor. Comforting where he'd hurt. It was an odd game they all played. A dance of pain and pleasure. If she wasn't experiencing it first hand, she'd say it was crazy, yet the wetness between her legs and the peaked nipples hanging heavily towards the floor proved she loved every minute of it.
The third line he painted on her body was lower, catching the underside of her ass and drawing her first wail as she jerked against the restraints, unsurprised when finding no give whatsoever.
Ryder's hands were on her, cupping her bottom, squeezing her tenderized skin until the pain fled, leaving pleasure in its wake.
Again. Fiery streak. Tender caresses.
High.
Low.
Pain.
Pleasure.
She closed her eyes, blocking out everything but her connection to the man mastering her body until she longed for the pain, knowing his loving caresses would soothe it away. A dichotomy of dark and light, culminating after a strong dozen strokes when Ryder stepped close and cupped her sex in his large, calloused hand, squeezing her pussy so hard she cried out as he growled, "This is mine," against her ear.
Hell yes, it was his.
"Prove it!" Her own voice was hoarse, thick with emotion.
It was a dare. A sassy, bold temptation. She wanted him inside her and his low groan betrayed his mirrored desire, but the crack of his open hand slapping her punished ass proved how disciplined her Dom was.
"That will be enough topping from the bottom, Princess. Just for that, I think I need to give these beautiful breasts of yours a bit of my attention."
As he moved in front of her, she finally saw the implement he'd been using on her ass. That he was tapping the tender skin of her boobs with the end of a heavy riding crop alarmed her. Surely he wouldn't strike her...
"Ouch!" A small patch of pink stood out against her milky skin just above her tit. Instead of caressing the pain away as he had on her ass, Ryder leaned down to suck her pebbled nipple into his warm mouth, distracting her sufficiently as the sting dissipated, leaving sexual need in its wake.
As Ryder stepped away, she again felt a chill at the loss of his body heat. With nothing to block her view, she couldn't help but admire her friend Emma's protruding nipples and heavy breasts on display only a few feet away.
The grad student's curvy body was so very different from Khloe's thin frame. As Khloe watched Jaxson squeezing and caressing–– slapping and tickling––all of Emma's curves, Khloe understood why Jaxson and Chase adored their submissive so much. Emma was the antithesis of the stick-figure models they had been surrounded by since the beginning of their modeling career together. She was genuine... real. Anyone watching the trio's current display could see in ten seconds flat how much the three loved each other.
Jaxson stepped between the submissives, blocking Khloe's view of her friend just as Ryder renewed the cropping of her breasts and nipples. She was grateful he was only using the snappy end to flick the leather against her skin again and again, slowly stoking the fire between them instead of laying a line of heat with the length of the leather. She closed her eyes, focusing on the physical sensations Ryder was fueling.
The sound of a mechanical winch engaging pulled Khloe out of her sexual haze. She opened her eyes to find Jaxson using a remote control to lower Emma's arms, allowing her tummy to rest completely against the top of the horse. He didn't stop until her head was at his waist level. While she couldn't see Jax's insertion, there was no mistaking the gagging and gurgling as he grabbed Emma's long hair and started thrusting his length down her throat.
For Khloe, it was like watching a live porn show, only she was frustrated that all the best parts of the scene were blocked by Jaxson's body.
"I thought I told you not to stare at other Doms, Princess."
Ryder had caught her again red handed.
"I can't help it. They're right in front of me," she sassed, earning her another line of fire across the width of her bottom. Three more quick licks to her cheeks and Khloe was flying high on adrenaline and pain.
Just when the word red was on the tip of her tongue, her Dom stepped close and demanded, "Open your mouth. Wide."
Her lips snapped open in time for him to place the center of the warm leather crop into her mouth .
"Bite down. Don't let go until we're done or unless you decide you need to use your safeword, understand?"
She nodded, although her vision had blurred from the tears the pain had produced.
Khloe used her peripheral sight to watch her Dom unzip his slacks and pull out the hard-on she admired so much. Like always, her pulse increased as she thought about where that flesh would soon be buried .
Ryder moved behind her, rubbing his erection through her soaking folds. She was so turned on by the sights and sounds that she couldn't wait for him to claim her, yet it didn't happen. A long minute passed as disappointment at remaining empty warred with relief the pain was subsiding.
Unable to communicate with him or move, she felt helpless.
She was held hostage, desperate for him to claim her and getting hornier by the minute watching and listening to the spectacle in front of her.
She was relieved when Jaxson removed his erection from Emma's throat and stepped away from her, allowing Khloe to admire the sexy picture of a messy Emma. There was no doubting her own submissive tendencies because the sight of her sub friend trussed up and having been face fucked almost made Khloe come without even being touched by Ryder.
Things heated up when Chase returned to the scene, pulling his own thick tool out and stepping up behind Emma's spread legs. She was relieved that her ex wasn't looking at her, but instead seemed to be distracted by something happening behind Khloe. She figured out what it was a few seconds later when Chase slammed into Emma balls deep at exactly the same moment Ryder penetrated her.
From the sounds of it, both women came undone immediately.
Khloe saw stars, the pleasure was so intense. She'd been aching to be filled and the relief of Ryder claiming her made her almost drop the crop from her clenched teeth.
The Doms were on a mission, fucking their submissives hard and fast. Khloe's eyes met Emma's and the subs shared an intimate moment of understanding. She felt Ryder's fingers digging into her hips as he held her hard while fucking her impossibly deep. She was sure he was about to explode when he stilled, buried deep inside her while they watched Emma and Chase both cry out as they orgasmed together.
Khloe felt cheated that her own grand finale was cut short, but she was helpless to complain about it with the crop still wedged in between her teeth. Her jaw was starting to become fatigued.
Frustrated tears filled her eyes when Ryder removed his thickness from her pussy, leaving her bereft.
She was contemplating opening her mouth to complain when she felt the first drops of warm liquid on her ass, more specifically near her puckered hole. Her pulse raced as she felt Ryder's fingers prying her punished cheeks apart to uncover her most private body part. She felt more liquid just as something small penetrated her bottom. It wasn't his cock, of that she was sure. She remembered how full she'd felt Valentine's Day when he'd claimed her there. Her cheeks had to be bright red as she recognized both Chase and Emma were catching their breath and watching.
She was blind to what was happening behind her, but she had a front row seat to watch a fully erect Jaxson, cock protruding proudly from his groin, step behind Chase and begin dribbling lubricant in exactly the same hole Ryder was for Khloe. As best as she could tell, Chase's penis was still buried inside Emma's pussy, yet with each passing second of Jaxson's finger fucking, she could see Chase shedding his dominance and embracing submission.
As if it were choreographed, Jaxson and Ryder completed the preparations of their sub's bottoms and each stepped closer. Khloe felt Ryder testing her pucker with the tip of his erection, pushing in a bit before retreating. In. Out. Each attempt a bit deeper. Stretching her a bit wider until the tight ring of muscles at her entrance were trained and ready for what she knew was coming.
The Doms claimed their subs together. One minute she longed for Ryder. The next she was impossibly full, stretched so wide it burned. Relief was short as he withdrew, only to slam back into her ass. That was when she opened her mouth to cry out his name and the crop fell to the floor.
Ryder frozen, still buried inside her. She knew he was on the brink of coming by his pained question, "Are you safe wording?"
"God no! More!" Khloe should have been embarrassed at the grins all three of the trio's faces as they witnessed her desperate plea, but she was too excited to come to care. In fact, when Ryder seemed reluctant to claim her at the same pace as before, she added, "Harder!"
His open-handed smack to her bottom arrived with his warning, "You're topping from the bottom again, little girl. I decide how I fuck you, remember?"
Oh boy, did she ever and it turned her on.
His hands were back on her hips, fingers digging into her to once again, holding her still to act as the receptacle for his rod.
She was distracted watching Jaxson servicing her ex with the same dirty rhythm. Each Dom's thrusts were getting harder...faster... as if they were racing to the end.
Ryder's pounding became erratic when he leaned into her back, reaching his right hand lower until he could reach Khloe's pussy.
She waited for him to stroke her to climax or maybe pinch her clit, but instead he used his open hand to begin slapping her as if he were spanking her pussy. More pleasure. More pain. Sensory overload. It was oh so close, but not nearly enough. Khloe lost track of how long their sexy dance went on, turning herself over to the cocktail of sensations consuming her body and soul.
He drove her over the cliff into a mammoth, screaming orgasm that club members playing across the entire space had to hear. She was vaguely aware of Ryder shooting waves of his sticky cream into her bowels.
The climax zapped her of her strength, leaving her a limp noodle strung up from the restraints. She was grateful the leather horse propped her up or she would have been hanging completely from her wrists.
Khloe felt the warm washcloth and towel gently cleaning her inner thighs, pussy and bottom hole. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations buzzing through her body until she felt Ryder lowering her restraints. Then he was there, scooping her into his arms, and she felt like she was coming home.
The growl in her ear corresponded with his pressing harder against her. "Don't be so sure, Princess. You drive me crazy in a way that makes me want to lose control."
She heard the truth in the emotional rumble of his voice. She paused, watching Chase's continued thrashing of Emma's ass only feet away until she could formulate her response.
"I trust you, Ryder."
She felt his teeth biting into her shoulder proving just how on edge he was. He ground his hard cock into her hip, hugging her against him while squeezing her heavy breasts in his palms. Khloe recognized that he was making his mark on her, body and soul. He was claiming her body in every way except the way she wanted the most.
As suddenly as he'd pounced on her, he pulled away, leaving her chilled. "Red. That's the word that will stop everything. Got it?"
She nodded slightly, forcing him to command, "Say it. I need to hear it from you."
Khloe should be relieved at his gallant actions, but instead she was annoyed. "I told you..."
A line of fire ignited across her ass, the worst pain striking her right hip. The sudden sting took her breath away as Ryder jammed his hand into her long tresses and yanked her head back, exposing her long neck as he growled against her ear. "We play by my rules. You'll have a safeword when playing at the club. Say it. Now."
Memories of almost screaming the word in February flooded back, giving her the courage to whisper, "
Red."
"Good girl. Don't be afraid to use it."
The next line of fire fell fast, as if he were testing her promise. The pain was all consuming, drowning out everything else but the need for relief. Khloe panicked. She'd forgotten how real the game was that they played in the secret dungeon. For the briefest of moments, the word red sat at the tip of her tongue, ready to fly, but she held it back, not wanting to fail Ryder so quickly.
"Take a deep breath, baby."
He was there, lightly tracing the welt that had to be adorning her ass like a badge of honor. Comforting where he'd hurt. It was an odd game they all played. A dance of pain and pleasure. If she wasn't experiencing it first hand, she'd say it was crazy, yet the wetness between her legs and the peaked nipples hanging heavily towards the floor proved she loved every minute of it.
The third line he painted on her body was lower, catching the underside of her ass and drawing her first wail as she jerked against the restraints, unsurprised when finding no give whatsoever.
Ryder's hands were on her, cupping her bottom, squeezing her tenderized skin until the pain fled, leaving pleasure in its wake.
Again. Fiery streak. Tender caresses.
High.
Low.
Pain.
Pleasure.
She closed her eyes, blocking out everything but her connection to the man mastering her body until she longed for the pain, knowing his loving caresses would soothe it away. A dichotomy of dark and light, culminating after a strong dozen strokes when Ryder stepped close and cupped her sex in his large, calloused hand, squeezing her pussy so hard she cried out as he growled, "This is mine," against her ear.
Hell yes, it was his.
"Prove it!" Her own voice was hoarse, thick with emotion.
It was a dare. A sassy, bold temptation. She wanted him inside her and his low groan betrayed his mirrored desire, but the crack of his open hand slapping her punished ass proved how disciplined her Dom was.
"That will be enough topping from the bottom, Princess. Just for that, I think I need to give these beautiful breasts of yours a bit of my attention."
As he moved in front of her, she finally saw the implement he'd been using on her ass. That he was tapping the tender skin of her boobs with the end of a heavy riding crop alarmed her. Surely he wouldn't strike her...
"Ouch!" A small patch of pink stood out against her milky skin just above her tit. Instead of caressing the pain away as he had on her ass, Ryder leaned down to suck her pebbled nipple into his warm mouth, distracting her sufficiently as the sting dissipated, leaving sexual need in its wake.
As Ryder stepped away, she again felt a chill at the loss of his body heat. With nothing to block her view, she couldn't help but admire her friend Emma's protruding nipples and heavy breasts on display only a few feet away.
The grad student's curvy body was so very different from Khloe's thin frame. As Khloe watched Jaxson squeezing and caressing–– slapping and tickling––all of Emma's curves, Khloe understood why Jaxson and Chase adored their submissive so much. Emma was the antithesis of the stick-figure models they had been surrounded by since the beginning of their modeling career together. She was genuine... real. Anyone watching the trio's current display could see in ten seconds flat how much the three loved each other.
Jaxson stepped between the submissives, blocking Khloe's view of her friend just as Ryder renewed the cropping of her breasts and nipples. She was grateful he was only using the snappy end to flick the leather against her skin again and again, slowly stoking the fire between them instead of laying a line of heat with the length of the leather. She closed her eyes, focusing on the physical sensations Ryder was fueling.
The sound of a mechanical winch engaging pulled Khloe out of her sexual haze. She opened her eyes to find Jaxson using a remote control to lower Emma's arms, allowing her tummy to rest completely against the top of the horse. He didn't stop until her head was at his waist level. While she couldn't see Jax's insertion, there was no mistaking the gagging and gurgling as he grabbed Emma's long hair and started thrusting his length down her throat.
For Khloe, it was like watching a live porn show, only she was frustrated that all the best parts of the scene were blocked by Jaxson's body.
"I thought I told you not to stare at other Doms, Princess."
Ryder had caught her again red handed.
"I can't help it. They're right in front of me," she sassed, earning her another line of fire across the width of her bottom. Three more quick licks to her cheeks and Khloe was flying high on adrenaline and pain.
Just when the word red was on the tip of her tongue, her Dom stepped close and demanded, "Open your mouth. Wide."
Her lips snapped open in time for him to place the center of the warm leather crop into her mouth .
"Bite down. Don't let go until we're done or unless you decide you need to use your safeword, understand?"
She nodded, although her vision had blurred from the tears the pain had produced.
Khloe used her peripheral sight to watch her Dom unzip his slacks and pull out the hard-on she admired so much. Like always, her pulse increased as she thought about where that flesh would soon be buried .
Ryder moved behind her, rubbing his erection through her soaking folds. She was so turned on by the sights and sounds that she couldn't wait for him to claim her, yet it didn't happen. A long minute passed as disappointment at remaining empty warred with relief the pain was subsiding.
Unable to communicate with him or move, she felt helpless.
She was held hostage, desperate for him to claim her and getting hornier by the minute watching and listening to the spectacle in front of her.
She was relieved when Jaxson removed his erection from Emma's throat and stepped away from her, allowing Khloe to admire the sexy picture of a messy Emma. There was no doubting her own submissive tendencies because the sight of her sub friend trussed up and having been face fucked almost made Khloe come without even being touched by Ryder.
Things heated up when Chase returned to the scene, pulling his own thick tool out and stepping up behind Emma's spread legs. She was relieved that her ex wasn't looking at her, but instead seemed to be distracted by something happening behind Khloe. She figured out what it was a few seconds later when Chase slammed into Emma balls deep at exactly the same moment Ryder penetrated her.
From the sounds of it, both women came undone immediately.
Khloe saw stars, the pleasure was so intense. She'd been aching to be filled and the relief of Ryder claiming her made her almost drop the crop from her clenched teeth.
The Doms were on a mission, fucking their submissives hard and fast. Khloe's eyes met Emma's and the subs shared an intimate moment of understanding. She felt Ryder's fingers digging into her hips as he held her hard while fucking her impossibly deep. She was sure he was about to explode when he stilled, buried deep inside her while they watched Emma and Chase both cry out as they orgasmed together.
Khloe felt cheated that her own grand finale was cut short, but she was helpless to complain about it with the crop still wedged in between her teeth. Her jaw was starting to become fatigued.
Frustrated tears filled her eyes when Ryder removed his thickness from her pussy, leaving her bereft.
She was contemplating opening her mouth to complain when she felt the first drops of warm liquid on her ass, more specifically near her puckered hole. Her pulse raced as she felt Ryder's fingers prying her punished cheeks apart to uncover her most private body part. She felt more liquid just as something small penetrated her bottom. It wasn't his cock, of that she was sure. She remembered how full she'd felt Valentine's Day when he'd claimed her there. Her cheeks had to be bright red as she recognized both Chase and Emma were catching their breath and watching.
She was blind to what was happening behind her, but she had a front row seat to watch a fully erect Jaxson, cock protruding proudly from his groin, step behind Chase and begin dribbling lubricant in exactly the same hole Ryder was for Khloe. As best as she could tell, Chase's penis was still buried inside Emma's pussy, yet with each passing second of Jaxson's finger fucking, she could see Chase shedding his dominance and embracing submission.
As if it were choreographed, Jaxson and Ryder completed the preparations of their sub's bottoms and each stepped closer. Khloe felt Ryder testing her pucker with the tip of his erection, pushing in a bit before retreating. In. Out. Each attempt a bit deeper. Stretching her a bit wider until the tight ring of muscles at her entrance were trained and ready for what she knew was coming.
The Doms claimed their subs together. One minute she longed for Ryder. The next she was impossibly full, stretched so wide it burned. Relief was short as he withdrew, only to slam back into her ass. That was when she opened her mouth to cry out his name and the crop fell to the floor.
Ryder frozen, still buried inside her. She knew he was on the brink of coming by his pained question, "Are you safe wording?"
"God no! More!" Khloe should have been embarrassed at the grins all three of the trio's faces as they witnessed her desperate plea, but she was too excited to come to care. In fact, when Ryder seemed reluctant to claim her at the same pace as before, she added, "Harder!"
His open-handed smack to her bottom arrived with his warning, "You're topping from the bottom again, little girl. I decide how I fuck you, remember?"
Oh boy, did she ever and it turned her on.
His hands were back on her hips, fingers digging into her to once again, holding her still to act as the receptacle for his rod.
She was distracted watching Jaxson servicing her ex with the same dirty rhythm. Each Dom's thrusts were getting harder...faster... as if they were racing to the end.
Ryder's pounding became erratic when he leaned into her back, reaching his right hand lower until he could reach Khloe's pussy.
She waited for him to stroke her to climax or maybe pinch her clit, but instead he used his open hand to begin slapping her as if he were spanking her pussy. More pleasure. More pain. Sensory overload. It was oh so close, but not nearly enough. Khloe lost track of how long their sexy dance went on, turning herself over to the cocktail of sensations consuming her body and soul.
He drove her over the cliff into a mammoth, screaming orgasm that club members playing across the entire space had to hear. She was vaguely aware of Ryder shooting waves of his sticky cream into her bowels.
The climax zapped her of her strength, leaving her a limp noodle strung up from the restraints. She was grateful the leather horse propped her up or she would have been hanging completely from her wrists.
Khloe felt the warm washcloth and towel gently cleaning her inner thighs, pussy and bottom hole. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations buzzing through her body until she felt Ryder lowering her restraints. Then he was there, scooping her into his arms, and she felt like she was coming home.