Black Light: Temptation
Excerpt By Sinistre Ange
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“Can you see me, little rose?"
“No, Sir.”
She shrieked, jerking in surprise and shocked pleasure, when his hand came down hard on her swollen pussy lips. Her clit pulsed, eager for more and her legs strained to come together and give her body the pressure it craved.
“Very good.” Something cold and wet moved over her skin, the scent of alcohol stinging her nose, immediately followed by cold metal, tracing down from her shoulder to her inner elbow, and Juliet froze at the sensation.
Was that the blunt edge or the sharp edge? She couldn’t tell.
The memory of the first cut he’d given her jumped to the front of her mind. She hadn’t been able to really feel it when he’d cut. Had she? Was it different than what she was feeling now?
She couldn’t remember.
The metal lifted. Another swipe of a wet alcohol pad, this time over her breast, tracing a line from her armpit under the curve right to the center of her chest. Again, it was immediately followed by cold metal against her skin.
Juliet barely dared to breathe.
If that was the sharp edge, the slightest movement could cause it to go deeper than intended. The danger of the situation sent her fear and lust skyrocketing.
Was Orlando actually cutting her? Or was he just fucking with her mind?
Juliet whimpered as he ran his finger along the underside of her breast where the scalpel had just moved, pressing hard enough to make the spot ache. Fuck, he’d definitely cut her. That’s why it stung.
A shiver went through her, her pussy clenching in response. She hated not being able to see it at the same time that she loved he’d taken away her ability to know exactly what was going on.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, moving his finger away and then she felt it press against her stomach, moving like he was drawing something… like the blood rose he’d drawn on her during Roulette night. Yeah, he’d definitely cut her.
He must have.
Unless her brain was playing tricks on her.
She wasn’t sure whether or not she liked this whole blindfold thing. The not-knowing was kind of hot but also wildly frustrating and a little terrifying. She felt far more out of control than she normally did. Since she was tied down and couldn’t move anyway, it didn’t seem like a blindfold should make that big a difference, but it absolutely did.
“Are you drawing on me? Sir?”
Orlando chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Of course she would, that’s why she asked.
Don’t taunt the knife-wielding Dom.
Right, right.
“If you’re willing to tell me, yes please.” There. That sounded properly respectful.
Orlando outright laughed.
“I think that hurt you nearly as much as the nipple clamps did.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Something sharp dug into her nipple and she froze. Was that the scalpel? A knife? A needle? Or was it something completely harmless that just felt scarier because she couldn’t see it and her nipples were already incredibly sensitive?
Juliet whimpered.
Not knowing what he was doing was the worst.
“Maybe I’ll cut out your tongue,” he said casually, and a tremor went through her body.
He wouldn’t.
Logically, consciously, she knew he wouldn’t.
But the animal part of her brain that knew she was tied down and helpless, that felt the blade moving over her skin, that part wanted to panic. To scream. To run. That part felt the danger, the possibility, regardless of what she tried to tell herself.
“Though, it did feel very good on my cock.” The blade dragged over her other breast. Cutting her? Or fucking with her? “Maybe you can keep it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ah, now you want to be respectful?” His finger moved over the area the blade had just touched, like he was gathering more blood before he began painting on her stomach again. His touch stung.
It was a real cut.
“Yes, Sir.”
Hey, she was tied up and letting him play with sharp edges and her body. She knew when to keep the sass in check. Mostly.
“The real question is, are you turned on? Let’s check.”
She could hear the rustle of his clothing as he moved, feel his presence coming between her spread thighs. The table she was on was very much like a real medical table at a gynecologist’s, complete with stirrups that her ankles were bound to, and Orlando had them locked in rather far apart. There was no way he could miss seeing the glossy lips of her pussy and the way her juices were leaking down to the crack of her ass.
Juliet wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t getting the table wet by now.
“Nice and wet I see.”
Something cold touched her pussy.
Holy fuck.
She’d thought she’d frozen before, but that was nothing compared to her reaction now.
Don’t move. Don’t breathe.
He was touching her fucking pussy with the goddamn knife!
Cold metal slid between her pussy lips vertically, running along the seam of her vulva, and Juliet couldn’t suppress a whimper. It was the blunt edge. It had to be the blunt edge.
Even though it was a very light touch. So light that maybe it actually wasn’t the blunt edge and Orlando was playing incredibly dangerously right now. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Safe word. Say your safe word.
Which would mean she didn’t trust him. Because right now that would be the only reason to safe word. He wasn’t going to cut her.
He wasn’t using the sharp edge. He couldn’t be.
This was a mind fuck. Just a mind fuck. He was messing with her head because he could. There was no way he was using the sharp edge. But it didn’t matter what she told herself, the fear and the barely tamped down growing panic was starting to overcome what she knew to be true.
The metal moved away, and she took a deep, sobbing breath as her brain came back online. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That had been scarier than it had any right to be.
“Well, now, I guess I found a way to shut that sassy mouth of yours,” Orlando murmured, and the metal touched her again. Slid between her pussy lips again, parting them gently, pushing them open like he was examining her very closely.
The metal was little warmer than before. Cool but not cold. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive inner thighs, wafting over her aroused flesh. Fingers touched her lips and pushed them open, so he could see every centimeter of her.
And then he moved that cool metal to the opening of her pussy and pushed in. The hard, cool blade slid inside her so slowly, so gently, so carefully.
Panic screamed through her.
It’s not the scalpel, it’s not the scalpel, it’s not the scalpel - she chanted the mantra inside her head like it could save her pussy from being sliced to bits.
ORLANDO
Fucking with Juliet’s head and body had Orlando’s cock hard as a rock again. The silver of the blunt, fake knife gleamed as he very carefully pushed it deeper into her pussy. Every edge was completely rounded and polished smooth, but it was metal and it could do damage if he wasn’t careful.
Also, he knew the more careful he was, the more it would fuck with her. Because she would be almost completely sure that he wasn’t using something with an actual edge as a sex toy, but there would still be that bit of doubt.
From her reaction to having him slide the metal inside her, she was reaching her breaking point of being able to logic her way out of the doubt. And yet she still wasn’t safe wording. Was still trusting him. His cock throbbed. He was going to fuck her so hard.
But first…
“What a good slut. You even get off being fucked by a blade.” Leaning down, before she could respond, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Felt her respond, heard her scream as her pussy automatically clenched around the metal. She wasn’t able to resist the movement, and that terrified her as much as his mouth pleasured her.
He could feel her quivering, as though she was trying to resist the impulse to lift her hips, just in case she cut herself.
It might be wrong to be so turned on by scaring her, but he was.
Sliding the metal out of her, he stepped onto the little step at the base of the table putting him in perfect position to replace the blunt blade with his cock. Felt her quiver, and relax, and then tense again as her eager pussy clenched around him.
Leaning forward, he tugged the blindfold off her head, slowly pulling his cock out so he could thrust in again.
Blinking in the bright light, her eyes focused on him, a myriad of emotions flitting across her expression as he held up the blunt blade, wet with her juices.
“You bastard.”
“You loved it.”
He thrust in hard and deep, to remind her of how wet she was, how eager she was.
“Fuck you.”
That was Juliet code for ‘yes, but I don’t want to admit it.’ Especially not while she was probably still ticked at him for making her think that he was putting a real blade in her pussy.
Lowering the implement in question to her lips, he continued to rock his hips, slowly fucking her, grinding his body against her sensitive pussy and clit.
“Lick it clean, little slut. I want you to taste how much you enjoyed it.”
“No, Sir.”
She shrieked, jerking in surprise and shocked pleasure, when his hand came down hard on her swollen pussy lips. Her clit pulsed, eager for more and her legs strained to come together and give her body the pressure it craved.
“Very good.” Something cold and wet moved over her skin, the scent of alcohol stinging her nose, immediately followed by cold metal, tracing down from her shoulder to her inner elbow, and Juliet froze at the sensation.
Was that the blunt edge or the sharp edge? She couldn’t tell.
The memory of the first cut he’d given her jumped to the front of her mind. She hadn’t been able to really feel it when he’d cut. Had she? Was it different than what she was feeling now?
She couldn’t remember.
The metal lifted. Another swipe of a wet alcohol pad, this time over her breast, tracing a line from her armpit under the curve right to the center of her chest. Again, it was immediately followed by cold metal against her skin.
Juliet barely dared to breathe.
If that was the sharp edge, the slightest movement could cause it to go deeper than intended. The danger of the situation sent her fear and lust skyrocketing.
Was Orlando actually cutting her? Or was he just fucking with her mind?
Juliet whimpered as he ran his finger along the underside of her breast where the scalpel had just moved, pressing hard enough to make the spot ache. Fuck, he’d definitely cut her. That’s why it stung.
A shiver went through her, her pussy clenching in response. She hated not being able to see it at the same time that she loved he’d taken away her ability to know exactly what was going on.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, moving his finger away and then she felt it press against her stomach, moving like he was drawing something… like the blood rose he’d drawn on her during Roulette night. Yeah, he’d definitely cut her.
He must have.
Unless her brain was playing tricks on her.
She wasn’t sure whether or not she liked this whole blindfold thing. The not-knowing was kind of hot but also wildly frustrating and a little terrifying. She felt far more out of control than she normally did. Since she was tied down and couldn’t move anyway, it didn’t seem like a blindfold should make that big a difference, but it absolutely did.
“Are you drawing on me? Sir?”
Orlando chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Of course she would, that’s why she asked.
Don’t taunt the knife-wielding Dom.
Right, right.
“If you’re willing to tell me, yes please.” There. That sounded properly respectful.
Orlando outright laughed.
“I think that hurt you nearly as much as the nipple clamps did.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Something sharp dug into her nipple and she froze. Was that the scalpel? A knife? A needle? Or was it something completely harmless that just felt scarier because she couldn’t see it and her nipples were already incredibly sensitive?
Juliet whimpered.
Not knowing what he was doing was the worst.
“Maybe I’ll cut out your tongue,” he said casually, and a tremor went through her body.
He wouldn’t.
Logically, consciously, she knew he wouldn’t.
But the animal part of her brain that knew she was tied down and helpless, that felt the blade moving over her skin, that part wanted to panic. To scream. To run. That part felt the danger, the possibility, regardless of what she tried to tell herself.
“Though, it did feel very good on my cock.” The blade dragged over her other breast. Cutting her? Or fucking with her? “Maybe you can keep it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ah, now you want to be respectful?” His finger moved over the area the blade had just touched, like he was gathering more blood before he began painting on her stomach again. His touch stung.
It was a real cut.
“Yes, Sir.”
Hey, she was tied up and letting him play with sharp edges and her body. She knew when to keep the sass in check. Mostly.
“The real question is, are you turned on? Let’s check.”
She could hear the rustle of his clothing as he moved, feel his presence coming between her spread thighs. The table she was on was very much like a real medical table at a gynecologist’s, complete with stirrups that her ankles were bound to, and Orlando had them locked in rather far apart. There was no way he could miss seeing the glossy lips of her pussy and the way her juices were leaking down to the crack of her ass.
Juliet wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t getting the table wet by now.
“Nice and wet I see.”
Something cold touched her pussy.
Holy fuck.
She’d thought she’d frozen before, but that was nothing compared to her reaction now.
Don’t move. Don’t breathe.
He was touching her fucking pussy with the goddamn knife!
Cold metal slid between her pussy lips vertically, running along the seam of her vulva, and Juliet couldn’t suppress a whimper. It was the blunt edge. It had to be the blunt edge.
Even though it was a very light touch. So light that maybe it actually wasn’t the blunt edge and Orlando was playing incredibly dangerously right now. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Safe word. Say your safe word.
Which would mean she didn’t trust him. Because right now that would be the only reason to safe word. He wasn’t going to cut her.
He wasn’t using the sharp edge. He couldn’t be.
This was a mind fuck. Just a mind fuck. He was messing with her head because he could. There was no way he was using the sharp edge. But it didn’t matter what she told herself, the fear and the barely tamped down growing panic was starting to overcome what she knew to be true.
The metal moved away, and she took a deep, sobbing breath as her brain came back online. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That had been scarier than it had any right to be.
“Well, now, I guess I found a way to shut that sassy mouth of yours,” Orlando murmured, and the metal touched her again. Slid between her pussy lips again, parting them gently, pushing them open like he was examining her very closely.
The metal was little warmer than before. Cool but not cold. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive inner thighs, wafting over her aroused flesh. Fingers touched her lips and pushed them open, so he could see every centimeter of her.
And then he moved that cool metal to the opening of her pussy and pushed in. The hard, cool blade slid inside her so slowly, so gently, so carefully.
Panic screamed through her.
It’s not the scalpel, it’s not the scalpel, it’s not the scalpel - she chanted the mantra inside her head like it could save her pussy from being sliced to bits.
ORLANDO
Fucking with Juliet’s head and body had Orlando’s cock hard as a rock again. The silver of the blunt, fake knife gleamed as he very carefully pushed it deeper into her pussy. Every edge was completely rounded and polished smooth, but it was metal and it could do damage if he wasn’t careful.
Also, he knew the more careful he was, the more it would fuck with her. Because she would be almost completely sure that he wasn’t using something with an actual edge as a sex toy, but there would still be that bit of doubt.
From her reaction to having him slide the metal inside her, she was reaching her breaking point of being able to logic her way out of the doubt. And yet she still wasn’t safe wording. Was still trusting him. His cock throbbed. He was going to fuck her so hard.
But first…
“What a good slut. You even get off being fucked by a blade.” Leaning down, before she could respond, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Felt her respond, heard her scream as her pussy automatically clenched around the metal. She wasn’t able to resist the movement, and that terrified her as much as his mouth pleasured her.
He could feel her quivering, as though she was trying to resist the impulse to lift her hips, just in case she cut herself.
It might be wrong to be so turned on by scaring her, but he was.
Sliding the metal out of her, he stepped onto the little step at the base of the table putting him in perfect position to replace the blunt blade with his cock. Felt her quiver, and relax, and then tense again as her eager pussy clenched around him.
Leaning forward, he tugged the blindfold off her head, slowly pulling his cock out so he could thrust in again.
Blinking in the bright light, her eyes focused on him, a myriad of emotions flitting across her expression as he held up the blunt blade, wet with her juices.
“You bastard.”
“You loved it.”
He thrust in hard and deep, to remind her of how wet she was, how eager she was.
“Fuck you.”
That was Juliet code for ‘yes, but I don’t want to admit it.’ Especially not while she was probably still ticked at him for making her think that he was putting a real blade in her pussy.
Lowering the implement in question to her lips, he continued to rock his hips, slowly fucking her, grinding his body against her sensitive pussy and clit.
“Lick it clean, little slut. I want you to taste how much you enjoyed it.”