Black Light: Switched
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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“Is that all you got, Mistress?”
Shit. Okay, he asked for it.
Her next trip to her bag had her locating her metal set of cock rings. She wanted to see how well Mr. Boeing would do with a thirty minute hard-on that would never deliver him the relief she knew he was angling for.
His look of unease as she kneeled in front of him upon her return to the chair quickly changed to excitement when she boldly grabbed his cock in her right hand and started jacking him off. She’d had her gloves on when she touched him last time, and she was happy for this chance to stroke his velvet hardness without the satin barrier between them.
She wouldn’t say it out loud. He didn’t need anything else making his head get any bigger, but his cock really was flawless. Perfectly long, sufficiently thick, and soon to be steely hard. And unlike the younger men she most often played with, she suspected he would have the kind of staying power that would leave her walking funny the next morning.
“That’s it. The only thing that could possibly feel better is if you’d climb on my lap and go for a ride.”
“Sorry, but I had something else in mind.”
When he was almost fully erect, Piper held her left hand up to show him the simple circular metal cock ring. It didn’t take her long to slide the metal down his shaft and squeeze it into position at the base of his cock. She then resumed sliding his length until the ring pinched the base of his manhood uncomfortably.
“You know you don’t need to use that, right? I don’t have any problems in that department.”
She smiled despite herself. “Oh, I’m sure you don’t. It’s not for you, it’s for me.”
He didn’t seem to have a retort for that on the ready. Several long minutes went by with her on her knees, jacking his shaft harder and faster until her arm started to ache. Knowing this would be her only chance, Piper gave her arm a rest by leaning forward and licking his shaft lightly from base to tip like a lollipop, letting her wet tongue linger a bit longer at the tip, playing lightly with his aching cock.
“Shit, that feels amazing, but please, take the fucking ring off now.”
She looked up from his lap, her tongue swishing across the sensitive tip of his manhood before grinning. “You act like I’m going to let you shoot your wad. You must not have been paying attention when I said it earlier, so let me properly set your expectations. You will not be coming tonight.”
His quick grin unsettled her.
“Want to make a little wager?” When she remained silent, he tacked on, “You agree to go on a real date with me if both you and I come by the time we leave here tonight.”
“I don’t date,” she scoffed.
“That’s why I’m making it a bet.”
As tempting as it sounded, her need for control kicked in just in time. “You’re on. Now, what’s my reward when I win?”
“A weekend away with me at my place in Palm Springs.” He actually kept a straight face as he said it, the jerk.
“Or better yet, I win and you leave me alone… once and for all. No sneaking up on me at the studio. No more sitting behind me at premiers. No sitting in the wings watching me here at Black Light.” She hated the shard of pain that bounced back at her when she saw the hurt in his sexy grey eyes. And that right there was why she needed to win. He made her feel things she didn’t want to feel. They were not good for each other. Every decision they’d ever make would forever be a power struggle.
“That’s not what you want, Piper.” He sounded so damn sure. “Oh really? And you think you know me better than I know myself?”
Nolan waited until they were staring into each other’s eyes before he answered with complete confidence. “Absolutely.”
“Too bad. That’s the bet. Take it or leave it.”
“Oh I’ll take it.” What a cocky bastard.
Piper had to get to work. They had limited time left and she understood with a welcome certainty what she needed to do. Pushing to her feet, she crossed to her toy bag, reaching in and coming out with the dozen pinching clothespins she liked to carry. They were all linked in a zipper by one thin rope for fast, excruciating removal.
Nolan’s only acknowledgement that he might regret his overconfident bet was the holding of his breath as she kneeled in front of him and started attaching the twelve clothespins all across his scrotum. With each clamp she attached she regained a small measure of control. She had him exactly how she wanted him, at her mercy.
So why didn’t she rejoice in the knowledge that she totally had the upper hand in their little wager?
It might have something to do with the wetness she felt rubbing between her own legs. Yes, mastering men turned her on. That’s why she chose to be Mistress Ice. But only she knew just how different tonight’s scene was—how close she was to letting Nolan try to melt her ice.
“Eyes,” she ordered when he closed his eyes. When his grey gaze met hers she realized her error, because his orbs were absolutely smoldering with the heat that always spread like wildfire between them.
“I’ll repeat. You aren’t going to scare me away. No matter what you do to me,” he reminded her.
Wanna bet?
Piper knelt again, pulling Nolan’s legs back together before reaching under the seat to pull the trap door back up. She was purposefully rougher then she needed to be, making sure to jar her sub’s tortured privates as much as possible. A sub’s groans of pain as their cock and balls were battered about usually made her feel powerful.
Today, they brought guilt.
She hated guilt, which was too fucking bad, since he’d boxed her into a corner now.
“Ten minute warning,” the shout came from near the velvet curtain.
Time was closing in on them. She should be rejoicing that the end of this misguided attraction between them was only minutes away from final annihilation and then things could finally get back to normal.
Instead, a cloud of anxiety moved in like a fast-moving fog, threatening to make her lose sight of the right end goal. Before she could second-guess her path, Piper leaned forward, taking Nolan’s cock in her hand, fisting him faster and faster until he begged her, as she knew he would.
“Take the fucking ring off now, Piper.”
“Sorry, that would be way too easy, now wouldn’t it. I think I’d rather take these off.”
Her words were accompanied by her hands sliding up under her own short dress and coming back out with her tiny, thong underwear. Edging him closer to his fall, Piper held her panties up close to his nose, ensuring he would take a nice, long drag of the drug that would be his downfall.
“You smell like heaven. I can’t fucking wait to taste you too. Untie me, Piper.” He dared to try to Dom her.
“Such a naughty sub. We still have at least eight minutes. Until eleven, I’m in charge here, remember?”
“Please, at least take the fucking cock ring off and climb on.” She glanced down at his now purplish colored cock that was throbbing from pent-up need. Her heart rate tripled the second she swung her right leg over his legs, leaving her straddling his lap. With him tied completely immobile, there was no doubt that she was in control as she reached under her mini-dress and moved his rock-hard cock into position.
Piper stood on her tippy-toes, placing the tip of his shaft against her wet pussy. Her cleavage was at the perfect height to smother his face as she leaned closer to him, enjoying the slide of his cock back and forth through her pussy folds, ensuring she got wetter and wetter by the minute.
“Five minute warning,” Santiago shouted.
The warnings had started to feel like the countdown to a bomb exploding, only it would be the confusing push-pull relationship they’d always danced around that would be imploding tonight. Unable to stall any longer, Piper let gravity pull her body down, impaling herself in one thrust on his steely cock. She tried not to think about how fucking perfect it felt. She forced herself to be brave enough to look into his eyes as she let an intimacy she rarely felt wash over her. She knew the intimacy had an expiration date that was fast approaching, so the least she could do was enjoy it while it lasted.
“Christ, this feels as good as I remembered, Piper.”
She silently agreed with him, lifting herself and falling again, letting him fill her even deeper. Moving her boots to the rung that ran along the chair a few inches off the floor, she was able to gain better leverage to lift and fall harder and faster until she was riding his shaft at a gallop.
The sound of additional spectators crowding in to watch them as one of the last couples still in an active scene brought mixed emotions. She was an exhibitionist, normally, but there was nothing normal about tonight. Yet, she knew the spectators would play an important role in how tonight would end.
Shifting to lean back had the tip of his heavy cock hitting her gspot again and again, making her fly higher and higher until she could think of nothing else but chasing her orgasm. Their bodies slapped together loudly as she felt the first tingles of her climax.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you come all over my cock.”
Shit. Okay, he asked for it.
Her next trip to her bag had her locating her metal set of cock rings. She wanted to see how well Mr. Boeing would do with a thirty minute hard-on that would never deliver him the relief she knew he was angling for.
His look of unease as she kneeled in front of him upon her return to the chair quickly changed to excitement when she boldly grabbed his cock in her right hand and started jacking him off. She’d had her gloves on when she touched him last time, and she was happy for this chance to stroke his velvet hardness without the satin barrier between them.
She wouldn’t say it out loud. He didn’t need anything else making his head get any bigger, but his cock really was flawless. Perfectly long, sufficiently thick, and soon to be steely hard. And unlike the younger men she most often played with, she suspected he would have the kind of staying power that would leave her walking funny the next morning.
“That’s it. The only thing that could possibly feel better is if you’d climb on my lap and go for a ride.”
“Sorry, but I had something else in mind.”
When he was almost fully erect, Piper held her left hand up to show him the simple circular metal cock ring. It didn’t take her long to slide the metal down his shaft and squeeze it into position at the base of his cock. She then resumed sliding his length until the ring pinched the base of his manhood uncomfortably.
“You know you don’t need to use that, right? I don’t have any problems in that department.”
She smiled despite herself. “Oh, I’m sure you don’t. It’s not for you, it’s for me.”
He didn’t seem to have a retort for that on the ready. Several long minutes went by with her on her knees, jacking his shaft harder and faster until her arm started to ache. Knowing this would be her only chance, Piper gave her arm a rest by leaning forward and licking his shaft lightly from base to tip like a lollipop, letting her wet tongue linger a bit longer at the tip, playing lightly with his aching cock.
“Shit, that feels amazing, but please, take the fucking ring off now.”
She looked up from his lap, her tongue swishing across the sensitive tip of his manhood before grinning. “You act like I’m going to let you shoot your wad. You must not have been paying attention when I said it earlier, so let me properly set your expectations. You will not be coming tonight.”
His quick grin unsettled her.
“Want to make a little wager?” When she remained silent, he tacked on, “You agree to go on a real date with me if both you and I come by the time we leave here tonight.”
“I don’t date,” she scoffed.
“That’s why I’m making it a bet.”
As tempting as it sounded, her need for control kicked in just in time. “You’re on. Now, what’s my reward when I win?”
“A weekend away with me at my place in Palm Springs.” He actually kept a straight face as he said it, the jerk.
“Or better yet, I win and you leave me alone… once and for all. No sneaking up on me at the studio. No more sitting behind me at premiers. No sitting in the wings watching me here at Black Light.” She hated the shard of pain that bounced back at her when she saw the hurt in his sexy grey eyes. And that right there was why she needed to win. He made her feel things she didn’t want to feel. They were not good for each other. Every decision they’d ever make would forever be a power struggle.
“That’s not what you want, Piper.” He sounded so damn sure. “Oh really? And you think you know me better than I know myself?”
Nolan waited until they were staring into each other’s eyes before he answered with complete confidence. “Absolutely.”
“Too bad. That’s the bet. Take it or leave it.”
“Oh I’ll take it.” What a cocky bastard.
Piper had to get to work. They had limited time left and she understood with a welcome certainty what she needed to do. Pushing to her feet, she crossed to her toy bag, reaching in and coming out with the dozen pinching clothespins she liked to carry. They were all linked in a zipper by one thin rope for fast, excruciating removal.
Nolan’s only acknowledgement that he might regret his overconfident bet was the holding of his breath as she kneeled in front of him and started attaching the twelve clothespins all across his scrotum. With each clamp she attached she regained a small measure of control. She had him exactly how she wanted him, at her mercy.
So why didn’t she rejoice in the knowledge that she totally had the upper hand in their little wager?
It might have something to do with the wetness she felt rubbing between her own legs. Yes, mastering men turned her on. That’s why she chose to be Mistress Ice. But only she knew just how different tonight’s scene was—how close she was to letting Nolan try to melt her ice.
“Eyes,” she ordered when he closed his eyes. When his grey gaze met hers she realized her error, because his orbs were absolutely smoldering with the heat that always spread like wildfire between them.
“I’ll repeat. You aren’t going to scare me away. No matter what you do to me,” he reminded her.
Wanna bet?
Piper knelt again, pulling Nolan’s legs back together before reaching under the seat to pull the trap door back up. She was purposefully rougher then she needed to be, making sure to jar her sub’s tortured privates as much as possible. A sub’s groans of pain as their cock and balls were battered about usually made her feel powerful.
Today, they brought guilt.
She hated guilt, which was too fucking bad, since he’d boxed her into a corner now.
“Ten minute warning,” the shout came from near the velvet curtain.
Time was closing in on them. She should be rejoicing that the end of this misguided attraction between them was only minutes away from final annihilation and then things could finally get back to normal.
Instead, a cloud of anxiety moved in like a fast-moving fog, threatening to make her lose sight of the right end goal. Before she could second-guess her path, Piper leaned forward, taking Nolan’s cock in her hand, fisting him faster and faster until he begged her, as she knew he would.
“Take the fucking ring off now, Piper.”
“Sorry, that would be way too easy, now wouldn’t it. I think I’d rather take these off.”
Her words were accompanied by her hands sliding up under her own short dress and coming back out with her tiny, thong underwear. Edging him closer to his fall, Piper held her panties up close to his nose, ensuring he would take a nice, long drag of the drug that would be his downfall.
“You smell like heaven. I can’t fucking wait to taste you too. Untie me, Piper.” He dared to try to Dom her.
“Such a naughty sub. We still have at least eight minutes. Until eleven, I’m in charge here, remember?”
“Please, at least take the fucking cock ring off and climb on.” She glanced down at his now purplish colored cock that was throbbing from pent-up need. Her heart rate tripled the second she swung her right leg over his legs, leaving her straddling his lap. With him tied completely immobile, there was no doubt that she was in control as she reached under her mini-dress and moved his rock-hard cock into position.
Piper stood on her tippy-toes, placing the tip of his shaft against her wet pussy. Her cleavage was at the perfect height to smother his face as she leaned closer to him, enjoying the slide of his cock back and forth through her pussy folds, ensuring she got wetter and wetter by the minute.
“Five minute warning,” Santiago shouted.
The warnings had started to feel like the countdown to a bomb exploding, only it would be the confusing push-pull relationship they’d always danced around that would be imploding tonight. Unable to stall any longer, Piper let gravity pull her body down, impaling herself in one thrust on his steely cock. She tried not to think about how fucking perfect it felt. She forced herself to be brave enough to look into his eyes as she let an intimacy she rarely felt wash over her. She knew the intimacy had an expiration date that was fast approaching, so the least she could do was enjoy it while it lasted.
“Christ, this feels as good as I remembered, Piper.”
She silently agreed with him, lifting herself and falling again, letting him fill her even deeper. Moving her boots to the rung that ran along the chair a few inches off the floor, she was able to gain better leverage to lift and fall harder and faster until she was riding his shaft at a gallop.
The sound of additional spectators crowding in to watch them as one of the last couples still in an active scene brought mixed emotions. She was an exhibitionist, normally, but there was nothing normal about tonight. Yet, she knew the spectators would play an important role in how tonight would end.
Shifting to lean back had the tip of his heavy cock hitting her gspot again and again, making her fly higher and higher until she could think of nothing else but chasing her orgasm. Their bodies slapped together loudly as she felt the first tingles of her climax.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you come all over my cock.”