Black Light: Wanted
Excerpt By Maren Smith
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She heard the telltale clink of ice rattling in the vase as he shook it gently. Tiny drops of cold water sprinkled her back and she jerked, rolling halfway over in her haste to look back. What she hadn’t noticed before was, inside the vase, immersed in lots of ice cubes and water, were two glass dildoes—one blue and one clear.
“Just so you know,” he said, “these were brand new and in their original boxes, and I’m pretty sure I just paid twice what Spencer did for them. I also intend to make this very intense, but I promise you won’t get hurt. Do you think you can trust me to keep that promise?”
That was an insane question to ask after she’d just offered him both her mouth and her ass, her whole body after tonight, she suddenly realized. “Yes, Sir.”
He patted her hip. “Get comfortable while I set up.”
She pillowed her head on her arms while he pulled up a portable table and laid out the cup of ice he’d brought, a bottle of hair mousse, personal lubricant, long strips of cotton, towels, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Pouring the alcohol into another cup, he dropped two buttons into it, white cotton-wrapped tips down, and doused them. He lit a candle, and was ready. The light caress of his hand moving over her back told her he was about to start.
With the fire, the ice, or his hand? She didn’t know, but she was giddy to find out. This was what she’d missed feeling the first time she was on this table tonight.
“Let’s get you ready.”
His broad hand pushed between her legs, not cupping her pussy, but slipping into the wetness he’d already built there. The unexpectedness of it startled her, but the pleasure of his penetrating fingers as he pushed first two, and then three, up inside her made every nerve he stroked come instantly back to life.
“Nice and wet.”
The huskiness in his voice melted her, right up until his fingers pulled out in favor of giving her pussy a brisk patting spank. He ended the gentle assault with a soothing rub that wrung a soft moan from her.
He shifted his focus, his touch finding the bud of her back passage. He circled with the flat of his fingers, applying steady pressure while her rebel muscles tightened and tightened. Stopping just shy of invading her there, he said, “But this… this is bone dry, and that just won’t do. Will it, Anna?”
She could barely think. Was that rhetorical or did he want her to answer him?
He smacked her bottom, and she almost came up off the table at the sharpness of the sting.
“No, Sir,” she blurted.
“No, sir,” he echoed, his light-hearted humor a stark contrast to the severity of that swat. Taking the lube off the table, he popped the top and drizzled a generous dollop into the crack of her ass. “We’ll do this part now. I wouldn’t want to forget in the heat of the moment and accidentally fuck you dry.”
His fingers found the drops of lube sliding down between her cheeks and returned the slickness
where it was needed.
She buried her face in her arms as he applied gentle pressure again, gradually forcing the ring of reluctant muscle to open.
“Have you been fucked up the ass?”
“Yes,” she groaned, trying to hold as still as possible as a single digit worked its way in. He didn’t penetrate far, but it was enough to send a twinge of discomfort through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to breathe through it.
“How long has it been?” Wrapping his arm around her hip, he worked his free hand under her in search of her pussy.
“A long time.” Her breath caught when he brushed her clit, and her hips twitched as he pinched it.
“I’m not going to neglect any part of you,” he vowed, his finger beginning that mortifying dance, sinking in and out of her in slow fucking motions until the twinge of discomfort melted away, and all she was left with was the breathtaking magic of his ownership. “However, I promise I’ll find ways to help you enjoy all or most of it.”
He invaded deeper, the fingers of his other hand caressing her clit until the pinch of returning discomfort faded away again. “Two fingers now.”
She grabbed the end of the table, her legs beginning to shake as the single digit withdrew and two began to work their way in.
“Oh.” She groaned through gritted teeth. Too full. Too much. Though she fought to relax, her muscles tightened to keep him out. Tensing only made it hurt worse and she had plenty of experience in just how bad it could be. Yet, when the ring of muscle at last gave way and he sank his fingers into her, the worst of the pain was more like an orgasm, wrung from her courtesy of the swift rubbing circles assaulting her clit. The groan became a throaty moan.
“Do you like having my fingers in your ass, Anna? Because that sounds as if you do.”
She nearly came off the table when he pinched her clit, the fingers of his other hand twisting sideways inside her. She bit the back of her hand, her hips writhing, needing a return to the rubbing he’d just ceased.
Abandoning her pussy altogether, he released her waist and sharply slapped her bottom. Two crisp swats now, one for each of the fingers he was now pumping in and out of her ass in hard fucking motions.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Yes, Sir, I like it! Please—oh!”
He took his hands from her entirely. “Too late. When I ask a question, I expect a prompt response. We’ve had this discussion before.”
She expected him to spank her, but he didn’t. A handful of wet ice cubes dropped onto her back instead, shocking the pleasure right out of her. She sucked a sharp gasp, but his hand flattened on the small of her back, pinning her to the table.
“Oh my God!”
Cold was not her friend, no matter how wildly her pussy now pulsed and throbbed. Her nails raked the table’s edge, her body fighting not to squirm as he stroked the ice cubs down her back. Cold caressed her from shoulders to ass, the melting ice sending rivulets of water tickling down her curves.
“Do I need to tie you down?”
Leaving the ice to melt in the small of her back, he dipped another cube out of the vase. This he tucked into the crack of her ass, wedging it directly over her anus to melt and dibble cold water into the folds of her eagerly twitching pussy.
“You’re still not answering me. I wonder why.” He dipped out another cube, this one finding its maddening way to the sensitive back of her thigh. “Is it because you find it embarrassing to admit in public that you want the things I’m making you say?”
“N-no, Sir!” Giddy goosebumps prickled her. She’d wanted the things he was doing to her for so long. What had it been now, just a few short weeks ago that she’d have given anything and everything just to be touched? Well, he was touching her now and the cold sitting stationary in the small of her back and between her ass cheeks was killing her. “Please?”
“Please, what?” he returned, scooping out a few ice cubes more and laying them on the back of her thigh. Covering them with his hand, he stroked the length of her leg.
It was all she could do not to kick or roll over.
“I said, do you want me to tie you down?”
“N-no, Sir!” Her pussy spasmed hard, a rolling wave of orgasmic shivers that shot to her stiffening nipples and then to her womb. Melting water trickled over her sides and over her pussy. Her outer folds were so cold and yet her clit pulsed hot. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. If she opened her mouth now, all that would come out would be squeaks as she writhed, helplessly wanting to both escape and not.
“Hold still, please.” He circled the back of her knee once before journeying on toward her feet.
“I—I can’t!”
“No?” The clink of tinkling ice announced his return to the vase. A half second later, the heat of his hand cupped her pussy, parting the chilled folds.
She arched sharply, losing what little composure she had to shout as the tip of the first chilled dildo pushed inside her. “Oh my God!”
“How about now?” he asked, mercilessly pushing the dildo deeper until the cold of it was all the way up inside her. “Can you hold still for me now?”
She couldn’t even breathe. She was shaking, the cold seeping in deeper than just her skin now. It was in her muscles, in her core. Her nipples were so tight and hard they hurt. Locking her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, she buried her face in the table padding, but there was no escape.
“Are you cold?” He pumped the dildo slowly in and out of her. “Shall I warm you, honey?”
Groaning through gritted teeth, she already knew a comfortable blanket was not at all what he meant. Was he going to use the flash cotton now, the candle, a spanking? As cold as her ass was right now, even light swats from his hard hands would be quickly unbearable.
“You really are ignoring me.”
“Just so you know,” he said, “these were brand new and in their original boxes, and I’m pretty sure I just paid twice what Spencer did for them. I also intend to make this very intense, but I promise you won’t get hurt. Do you think you can trust me to keep that promise?”
That was an insane question to ask after she’d just offered him both her mouth and her ass, her whole body after tonight, she suddenly realized. “Yes, Sir.”
He patted her hip. “Get comfortable while I set up.”
She pillowed her head on her arms while he pulled up a portable table and laid out the cup of ice he’d brought, a bottle of hair mousse, personal lubricant, long strips of cotton, towels, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Pouring the alcohol into another cup, he dropped two buttons into it, white cotton-wrapped tips down, and doused them. He lit a candle, and was ready. The light caress of his hand moving over her back told her he was about to start.
With the fire, the ice, or his hand? She didn’t know, but she was giddy to find out. This was what she’d missed feeling the first time she was on this table tonight.
“Let’s get you ready.”
His broad hand pushed between her legs, not cupping her pussy, but slipping into the wetness he’d already built there. The unexpectedness of it startled her, but the pleasure of his penetrating fingers as he pushed first two, and then three, up inside her made every nerve he stroked come instantly back to life.
“Nice and wet.”
The huskiness in his voice melted her, right up until his fingers pulled out in favor of giving her pussy a brisk patting spank. He ended the gentle assault with a soothing rub that wrung a soft moan from her.
He shifted his focus, his touch finding the bud of her back passage. He circled with the flat of his fingers, applying steady pressure while her rebel muscles tightened and tightened. Stopping just shy of invading her there, he said, “But this… this is bone dry, and that just won’t do. Will it, Anna?”
She could barely think. Was that rhetorical or did he want her to answer him?
He smacked her bottom, and she almost came up off the table at the sharpness of the sting.
“No, Sir,” she blurted.
“No, sir,” he echoed, his light-hearted humor a stark contrast to the severity of that swat. Taking the lube off the table, he popped the top and drizzled a generous dollop into the crack of her ass. “We’ll do this part now. I wouldn’t want to forget in the heat of the moment and accidentally fuck you dry.”
His fingers found the drops of lube sliding down between her cheeks and returned the slickness
where it was needed.
She buried her face in her arms as he applied gentle pressure again, gradually forcing the ring of reluctant muscle to open.
“Have you been fucked up the ass?”
“Yes,” she groaned, trying to hold as still as possible as a single digit worked its way in. He didn’t penetrate far, but it was enough to send a twinge of discomfort through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to breathe through it.
“How long has it been?” Wrapping his arm around her hip, he worked his free hand under her in search of her pussy.
“A long time.” Her breath caught when he brushed her clit, and her hips twitched as he pinched it.
“I’m not going to neglect any part of you,” he vowed, his finger beginning that mortifying dance, sinking in and out of her in slow fucking motions until the twinge of discomfort melted away, and all she was left with was the breathtaking magic of his ownership. “However, I promise I’ll find ways to help you enjoy all or most of it.”
He invaded deeper, the fingers of his other hand caressing her clit until the pinch of returning discomfort faded away again. “Two fingers now.”
She grabbed the end of the table, her legs beginning to shake as the single digit withdrew and two began to work their way in.
“Oh.” She groaned through gritted teeth. Too full. Too much. Though she fought to relax, her muscles tightened to keep him out. Tensing only made it hurt worse and she had plenty of experience in just how bad it could be. Yet, when the ring of muscle at last gave way and he sank his fingers into her, the worst of the pain was more like an orgasm, wrung from her courtesy of the swift rubbing circles assaulting her clit. The groan became a throaty moan.
“Do you like having my fingers in your ass, Anna? Because that sounds as if you do.”
She nearly came off the table when he pinched her clit, the fingers of his other hand twisting sideways inside her. She bit the back of her hand, her hips writhing, needing a return to the rubbing he’d just ceased.
Abandoning her pussy altogether, he released her waist and sharply slapped her bottom. Two crisp swats now, one for each of the fingers he was now pumping in and out of her ass in hard fucking motions.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Yes, Sir, I like it! Please—oh!”
He took his hands from her entirely. “Too late. When I ask a question, I expect a prompt response. We’ve had this discussion before.”
She expected him to spank her, but he didn’t. A handful of wet ice cubes dropped onto her back instead, shocking the pleasure right out of her. She sucked a sharp gasp, but his hand flattened on the small of her back, pinning her to the table.
“Oh my God!”
Cold was not her friend, no matter how wildly her pussy now pulsed and throbbed. Her nails raked the table’s edge, her body fighting not to squirm as he stroked the ice cubs down her back. Cold caressed her from shoulders to ass, the melting ice sending rivulets of water tickling down her curves.
“Do I need to tie you down?”
Leaving the ice to melt in the small of her back, he dipped another cube out of the vase. This he tucked into the crack of her ass, wedging it directly over her anus to melt and dibble cold water into the folds of her eagerly twitching pussy.
“You’re still not answering me. I wonder why.” He dipped out another cube, this one finding its maddening way to the sensitive back of her thigh. “Is it because you find it embarrassing to admit in public that you want the things I’m making you say?”
“N-no, Sir!” Giddy goosebumps prickled her. She’d wanted the things he was doing to her for so long. What had it been now, just a few short weeks ago that she’d have given anything and everything just to be touched? Well, he was touching her now and the cold sitting stationary in the small of her back and between her ass cheeks was killing her. “Please?”
“Please, what?” he returned, scooping out a few ice cubes more and laying them on the back of her thigh. Covering them with his hand, he stroked the length of her leg.
It was all she could do not to kick or roll over.
“I said, do you want me to tie you down?”
“N-no, Sir!” Her pussy spasmed hard, a rolling wave of orgasmic shivers that shot to her stiffening nipples and then to her womb. Melting water trickled over her sides and over her pussy. Her outer folds were so cold and yet her clit pulsed hot. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t think. If she opened her mouth now, all that would come out would be squeaks as she writhed, helplessly wanting to both escape and not.
“Hold still, please.” He circled the back of her knee once before journeying on toward her feet.
“I—I can’t!”
“No?” The clink of tinkling ice announced his return to the vase. A half second later, the heat of his hand cupped her pussy, parting the chilled folds.
She arched sharply, losing what little composure she had to shout as the tip of the first chilled dildo pushed inside her. “Oh my God!”
“How about now?” he asked, mercilessly pushing the dildo deeper until the cold of it was all the way up inside her. “Can you hold still for me now?”
She couldn’t even breathe. She was shaking, the cold seeping in deeper than just her skin now. It was in her muscles, in her core. Her nipples were so tight and hard they hurt. Locking her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering, she buried her face in the table padding, but there was no escape.
“Are you cold?” He pumped the dildo slowly in and out of her. “Shall I warm you, honey?”
Groaning through gritted teeth, she already knew a comfortable blanket was not at all what he meant. Was he going to use the flash cotton now, the candle, a spanking? As cold as her ass was right now, even light swats from his hard hands would be quickly unbearable.
“You really are ignoring me.”