Black Light: Saved
Excerpt By Raisa Greywood
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What is your color, little rabbit?”
“Green, sir,” she whispered.
His lips met hers in a brutal kiss that didn’t last nearly long enough. Whimpering, she stretched up on her knees, trying to kiss him again. It was almost unfathomable to imagine that less than a week ago, she couldn’t bear to kiss anyone, and now she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to collect as many of Jafari’s kisses as she could and hold them close in her memories once he was gone. A rumbling sound of pleasure resonated in his chest, but then he stood up and smiled.
“Kneel on the chair, little rabbit. Facing the back.”
“Yes, sir.” Holding her elbow, he helped her up, then laid the pillow on the back of the chair.
“Now, cross your arms behind your back and lean forward.” When she was in the position he wanted, he traced a finger down her spine, making her shiver. “We’ll use honor bondage. Do you know what that is?”
Oh, God.
She swallowed hard, the pillow pressing into her midsection. “Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Let’s see how well you do at holding perfectly still without being restrained.” He moved behind her, and although she wanted to see what he was doing, she didn’t dare move. Without warning, a line of fire lit up her thighs, just below the crease of her ass. It was followed by a second and a third, so quickly she could barely tell where one ended and the other began.
Working his way up, he laid stripes across her ass, so close together it felt like he was positioning them on top of each other.
Pressing her lips together, she swallowed a cry. The pain morphed into burning heat traveling into her core, and a trickle of wetness ran down her thigh, evidence of her growing arousal. It didn’t matter that she didn’t recognize the implement. Jafari was giving her the thing she most wanted—well, aside from his kisses.
The sound wasn’t as muted as the switches had been, but that was okay. They were alone, and as long as she kept herself quiet...
“Ahh!”
The cane struck without warning diagonally across the fresh welts, making her yip like a puppy. Moving behind her, he snapped the cane again, crossing the welts in the other direction. Mercy, it hurt, so, so good. Arching her back, she spread her knees apart, then tightened her fingers on her elbows, praying she could hold still.
“There’s my good little pain slut,” he murmured, brushing his lips over the shell of her ear. “I wondered when I’d manage to make you say something. What is your color?”
“G...” She swallowed against the dryness in her throat. “Green, sir.”
“Are you sure?” He traced a line down the center of her back with the tip of the implement, then tapped her lower back. The impact was barely enough to sting, and she knew he’d never deliver a stroke to that sensitive area just above her kidneys. Rather than scaring her, it was soothing—almost relaxing.
“I’m very, very green.”
“Such a good girl.”
She heard a soft thud, then he stroked her backside with a gentle hand. Instead of calming her, the touch sent shards of pleasure deep inside, making her empty pussy clench. Moaning softly, she parted her thighs, tacitly begging for his touch where she needed it most.
Jafari obliged, letting out a quiet chuckle as he petted her folds, slicking his fingers with her moisture before easing one inside her. Unfortunately, he removed it too quickly.
“Master, please,” she whined, nearly forgetting her promise to stay still.
“I love it when you beg. Let’s see if I can make you do it again.” Behind her, she heard a rustling sound, then felt the roughness of his splint against her hip. Cool, slick wetness touched her asshole, and she relaxed her core, opening herself to whatever he planned. Kacy didn’t care what it was, or even where it went. She just needed something inside her.
“Relax and push out,” he urged, pressing something against her crinkled opening. The object was cold, probably steel or glass, and the lube allowed it to slide in easily. She clenched around it and whimpered with pleasure as it brought nerve endings to life. He pushed it deeper until it bottomed out, a flared base resting against her flesh.
Where the hell had he gotten a butt plug in rural Kentucky?
The question barely had time to register as he twisted it and fucked her with the toy. Pushing back, she met his thrusts, desperate for more.
“So naughty.” He slapped her ass hard, and she cried out. “Be still, little rabbit.”
Praying she could obey, she gave a quiet, “Yes, sir.”
If Jafari kept teasing her, it was going to be impossible to stay motionless, and he knew it. At least the new plug wasn’t electrified. She hoped not anyway. There was something strange about it though. Although it had warmed to match her body temperature, it seemed to be heating up. Wriggling, she tightened her muscles around it, unable to decide if she liked it or not.
She heard the soft sound of his footsteps, then risked a glance up to see him standing in front of her, his hand on his belt. Slowly, he unbuckled it, then unfastened his trousers and pulled out his thick cock. Already rigid, precum dripped from the plump glans, making her mouth water. The scent of him, rich, clean, and masculine, swirled through her senses, and she stretched forward, desperate for a taste.
“How badly do you want this, I wonder?” He brushed the succulent tip of his cock against her lips, giving her the barest taste, then wrapped her hair around his hand to pull her head up. His dark gaze pierced her, rendering her unable to speak. If she didn’t know him better—know he wouldn’t consider truly harming her—she might have been frightened. As it was, a tingle of apprehension unfurled in her stomach.
“What would you do?” he asked, but before she could answer, he fastened his trousers, taking away the decadent treat. “Alas, I shall receive that reward later. In the meantime, I have a present for you.”
Reaching into his bag, he retrieved another item, but didn’t let her see it. Stroking her back, he moved behind her and slid a finger over her wet pussy, circling her clit until she whined. His hand resting on her hip, he placed the object over her pussy, then pushed it inside.
She clenched around the toy, biting her lip to prevent a whimper. The curved vibrator lodged inside her while a pair of wings surrounded her clit. Jafari tapped the base, sending the wings fluttering against her most sensitive part. Steady heat from the plug in her bottom grew, but she barely felt it as the same warmth surrounded her clit, stinging hot and growing worse by the second.
“Jafari! What—”
Smirking, he retrieved the cane from the floor where he’d dropped it. “Capsaicin cream is the most wonderful lube, is it not?"
“Green, sir,” she whispered.
His lips met hers in a brutal kiss that didn’t last nearly long enough. Whimpering, she stretched up on her knees, trying to kiss him again. It was almost unfathomable to imagine that less than a week ago, she couldn’t bear to kiss anyone, and now she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to collect as many of Jafari’s kisses as she could and hold them close in her memories once he was gone. A rumbling sound of pleasure resonated in his chest, but then he stood up and smiled.
“Kneel on the chair, little rabbit. Facing the back.”
“Yes, sir.” Holding her elbow, he helped her up, then laid the pillow on the back of the chair.
“Now, cross your arms behind your back and lean forward.” When she was in the position he wanted, he traced a finger down her spine, making her shiver. “We’ll use honor bondage. Do you know what that is?”
Oh, God.
She swallowed hard, the pillow pressing into her midsection. “Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Let’s see how well you do at holding perfectly still without being restrained.” He moved behind her, and although she wanted to see what he was doing, she didn’t dare move. Without warning, a line of fire lit up her thighs, just below the crease of her ass. It was followed by a second and a third, so quickly she could barely tell where one ended and the other began.
Working his way up, he laid stripes across her ass, so close together it felt like he was positioning them on top of each other.
Pressing her lips together, she swallowed a cry. The pain morphed into burning heat traveling into her core, and a trickle of wetness ran down her thigh, evidence of her growing arousal. It didn’t matter that she didn’t recognize the implement. Jafari was giving her the thing she most wanted—well, aside from his kisses.
The sound wasn’t as muted as the switches had been, but that was okay. They were alone, and as long as she kept herself quiet...
“Ahh!”
The cane struck without warning diagonally across the fresh welts, making her yip like a puppy. Moving behind her, he snapped the cane again, crossing the welts in the other direction. Mercy, it hurt, so, so good. Arching her back, she spread her knees apart, then tightened her fingers on her elbows, praying she could hold still.
“There’s my good little pain slut,” he murmured, brushing his lips over the shell of her ear. “I wondered when I’d manage to make you say something. What is your color?”
“G...” She swallowed against the dryness in her throat. “Green, sir.”
“Are you sure?” He traced a line down the center of her back with the tip of the implement, then tapped her lower back. The impact was barely enough to sting, and she knew he’d never deliver a stroke to that sensitive area just above her kidneys. Rather than scaring her, it was soothing—almost relaxing.
“I’m very, very green.”
“Such a good girl.”
She heard a soft thud, then he stroked her backside with a gentle hand. Instead of calming her, the touch sent shards of pleasure deep inside, making her empty pussy clench. Moaning softly, she parted her thighs, tacitly begging for his touch where she needed it most.
Jafari obliged, letting out a quiet chuckle as he petted her folds, slicking his fingers with her moisture before easing one inside her. Unfortunately, he removed it too quickly.
“Master, please,” she whined, nearly forgetting her promise to stay still.
“I love it when you beg. Let’s see if I can make you do it again.” Behind her, she heard a rustling sound, then felt the roughness of his splint against her hip. Cool, slick wetness touched her asshole, and she relaxed her core, opening herself to whatever he planned. Kacy didn’t care what it was, or even where it went. She just needed something inside her.
“Relax and push out,” he urged, pressing something against her crinkled opening. The object was cold, probably steel or glass, and the lube allowed it to slide in easily. She clenched around it and whimpered with pleasure as it brought nerve endings to life. He pushed it deeper until it bottomed out, a flared base resting against her flesh.
Where the hell had he gotten a butt plug in rural Kentucky?
The question barely had time to register as he twisted it and fucked her with the toy. Pushing back, she met his thrusts, desperate for more.
“So naughty.” He slapped her ass hard, and she cried out. “Be still, little rabbit.”
Praying she could obey, she gave a quiet, “Yes, sir.”
If Jafari kept teasing her, it was going to be impossible to stay motionless, and he knew it. At least the new plug wasn’t electrified. She hoped not anyway. There was something strange about it though. Although it had warmed to match her body temperature, it seemed to be heating up. Wriggling, she tightened her muscles around it, unable to decide if she liked it or not.
She heard the soft sound of his footsteps, then risked a glance up to see him standing in front of her, his hand on his belt. Slowly, he unbuckled it, then unfastened his trousers and pulled out his thick cock. Already rigid, precum dripped from the plump glans, making her mouth water. The scent of him, rich, clean, and masculine, swirled through her senses, and she stretched forward, desperate for a taste.
“How badly do you want this, I wonder?” He brushed the succulent tip of his cock against her lips, giving her the barest taste, then wrapped her hair around his hand to pull her head up. His dark gaze pierced her, rendering her unable to speak. If she didn’t know him better—know he wouldn’t consider truly harming her—she might have been frightened. As it was, a tingle of apprehension unfurled in her stomach.
“What would you do?” he asked, but before she could answer, he fastened his trousers, taking away the decadent treat. “Alas, I shall receive that reward later. In the meantime, I have a present for you.”
Reaching into his bag, he retrieved another item, but didn’t let her see it. Stroking her back, he moved behind her and slid a finger over her wet pussy, circling her clit until she whined. His hand resting on her hip, he placed the object over her pussy, then pushed it inside.
She clenched around the toy, biting her lip to prevent a whimper. The curved vibrator lodged inside her while a pair of wings surrounded her clit. Jafari tapped the base, sending the wings fluttering against her most sensitive part. Steady heat from the plug in her bottom grew, but she barely felt it as the same warmth surrounded her clit, stinging hot and growing worse by the second.
“Jafari! What—”
Smirking, he retrieved the cane from the floor where he’d dropped it. “Capsaicin cream is the most wonderful lube, is it not?"