Black Light: Wicked
Excerpt By Jennifer Bene
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“Giving up so soon, little whore?” he mocked, and she knew he was enjoying her struggle, but it felt like it had gone on forever.
“No, sir.” Ignoring the torture of the wood between her thighs, she found the path to freedom again. Pleasure teased her, nowhere near the overwhelming bliss she needed, but she narrowed her awareness until the strokes of her fingers became everything. She remembered how it had felt when he had her in his lap, the way he’d held her firmly as he’d brought her to orgasm again and again. Her breath caught, heart pounding — zap!
The initial shock short-circuited her again, but Pierce didn’t pull it away this time. He left the glass tube hovering over her thigh, gliding it down slowly as it crackled and snapped. Vibrant arcs flashing with each new sting of pain, and she whined as tears burned her eyes.
“Please, sir,” she begged. “Please, please, I can’t. I promise I’m trying. I’m trying so hard!” The tears spilled and the violet wand lifted away as he moved behind her. She expected him to tease her again, or bring the evil electrified glass to her ass, but then she felt his skin against her bound arm, her back, and his arm slid around her waist to pull her tight against him.
“Lean into me,” he whispered, and she obeyed, feeling the instant relief as her weight no longer rested on the wood. Every inch of tender flesh between her thighs, from clit to ass, throbbed with a dull ache.
Sniffling, she could only focus on stopping the frustrated tears, her fingers unmoving between her thighs, but he didn’t say anything about it.
“I’m going to run the wand along your other thigh, and I want you to take a deep breath first, and then hold it while it passes. Just like you did when I bit you.” He kissed the place on her shoulder before he brought the wand into view. “Ready?”
“Not really,” she snarked and she could feel his chest shift as he chuckled silently.
“Want to try that again, slut?” Pierce nipped her shoulder and she sighed.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
“Deep breath,” he warned, and she took it in and held. This time she was ready, watching as the first arc of electricity snapped against her skin, feeling the stinging burn of it, but each subsequent pop was easier to take. She knew what it felt like, and she tried to do what he’d suggested.
Ride the pain so you get to the pleasure.
As soon as he lifted the wand, she let out her breath in a rush and that first inhale made her dizzy as the lingering sting hummed along her thigh. Not quite euphoric, but it definitely wasn’t as bad as before.
“Touch yourself for me. Get your cunt nice and wet so you’re ready.” His words buzzed along her skin, more effective than any supposed endorphins, and she leaned into him as she obeyed. Circling her clit exactly how she did at home, but he was the only one she was thinking about.
“Will you talk to me, sir? Please?” she begged, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t, and she heard him groan low against her ear as he pulled her tighter to him, his hard cock pressed against her back.
“What do you want me to say, my little fuckdoll?” His voice was a sinful purr, a rumble that pushed her higher. “Do you want me to tell you about how much I want to taste your sweet cunt? That I want to make you come over and over on my tongue until you soak my bed?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, circling her clit faster as pleasure spiraled, building slowly. Wait, did he say ‘his’ bed?
“Such a dirty girl.” Pierce bit down on her shoulder, not as hard as before, but she groaned as the ache grew slowly, twining with the buzz of her touching herself for him. When he let go, the rush made her head swim for a moment, and oblivion was close. “What if I told you that I’ve been thinking about fucking you, but I can’t decide if I want to bend you over that massage table over there or if I want to pin you to the floor so I can watch you come around my cock?”
“Please!” She was so close, so fucking close, and she didn’t care where he fucked her, or how, she just needed it. She needed him. Now.
“I’m going to use you exactly how I want to, slut. I’m going to make you take every inch like the good little fuckdoll you are… and I’m tired of waiting.” He released her, and she caught herself on the pony, shifting forward to regain her balance as his heat disappeared from her back.
“Sir?” she asked, twisting her head to try and find him, but his hands caught her by the hips first, yanking her backward, the wood sliding through her folds until she slid off the end. A sharp spank to her ass made her yelp, but she heard his quiet tsk tsk just before he bent her forward on the pony.
“You didn’t make yourself come, slut, so it looks like I’m going to have to help you out.” Palming her ass, he squeezed her flesh in a hard grip, pulling her cheeks apart with a low groan. “But you did make yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, her words dissolving into a moan as he slid two fingers deep inside, followed quickly by three, and she arched, pushing up from the pony as pleasure spread.
“Down,” he growled, pressing her back to the wood with a firm hand. “I told you that you weren’t getting off this pony until you got off, my little whore, and I meant it.”
“Oh God.”
“Sir works fine, slut, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.” There was a dark chuckle in his voice as he pumped his fingers inside her until she was squirming, panting, desperate to come. The ache of the pony digging into her ribs and chest didn’t matter, the buzz of voices around them was unimportant - nothing else mattered but his touch.
“Please,” she begged, whimpering as his other hand found her clit.
“You still sensitive, my little fuckdoll? Is this cunt nice and sore from the pony?”
“Yes, sir!” she cried out, so close to the edge when his fingers suddenly abandoned her, a whine pushing past clenched teeth… and then she felt him. His slick cock pressing against her entrance as his hand wrapped around her hip.
“Beg,” he demanded, his voice a low growl of need behind her that echoed her own desperate sounds.
“Please fuck me! Use me. I need you, sir. I’m yours to—” Her words cut off with a gasp as he thrust deep in one sinful drive, stretching her, a sweet ache buzzing along with the hum inside her. Pierce wasn’t waiting for her to adjust though, he pulled back and slammed deep again, and again, and again until she couldn’t think straight. Babbling pleas and moans as she held onto the wood, feeling the rising heat as
he fucked her mercilessly, driving her to new heights.
“Christ,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “Just like that, slut. Fucking take it. Take every inch and come for me.”
She’d edged for too long, the devious pony and the fucking wand keeping her from oblivion, building her higher and higher until the precipitous drop into bliss was almost too intense. Everything went tight, heat rushing over her skin like a wildfire in her veins, and then the tension snapped. Pure delirium flooded her, and she was pretty sure she screamed out his name in the searing crash as pleasure finally
won.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock like a good little fuckdoll. Yesss, squeeze me just like that.” Pierce groaned, his fingers likely leaving bruises as he yanked her ass back to meet his next punishing thrust. He was still fucking her, even harder than before, his hips slapping against her skin, and it was overwhelming. Before she’d even caught her breath, before all of those trembling muscles could calm, she could feel another vibrant pulse rising from the place where his cock filled her so perfectly.
“Sir!”
“No, sir.” Ignoring the torture of the wood between her thighs, she found the path to freedom again. Pleasure teased her, nowhere near the overwhelming bliss she needed, but she narrowed her awareness until the strokes of her fingers became everything. She remembered how it had felt when he had her in his lap, the way he’d held her firmly as he’d brought her to orgasm again and again. Her breath caught, heart pounding — zap!
The initial shock short-circuited her again, but Pierce didn’t pull it away this time. He left the glass tube hovering over her thigh, gliding it down slowly as it crackled and snapped. Vibrant arcs flashing with each new sting of pain, and she whined as tears burned her eyes.
“Please, sir,” she begged. “Please, please, I can’t. I promise I’m trying. I’m trying so hard!” The tears spilled and the violet wand lifted away as he moved behind her. She expected him to tease her again, or bring the evil electrified glass to her ass, but then she felt his skin against her bound arm, her back, and his arm slid around her waist to pull her tight against him.
“Lean into me,” he whispered, and she obeyed, feeling the instant relief as her weight no longer rested on the wood. Every inch of tender flesh between her thighs, from clit to ass, throbbed with a dull ache.
Sniffling, she could only focus on stopping the frustrated tears, her fingers unmoving between her thighs, but he didn’t say anything about it.
“I’m going to run the wand along your other thigh, and I want you to take a deep breath first, and then hold it while it passes. Just like you did when I bit you.” He kissed the place on her shoulder before he brought the wand into view. “Ready?”
“Not really,” she snarked and she could feel his chest shift as he chuckled silently.
“Want to try that again, slut?” Pierce nipped her shoulder and she sighed.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
“Deep breath,” he warned, and she took it in and held. This time she was ready, watching as the first arc of electricity snapped against her skin, feeling the stinging burn of it, but each subsequent pop was easier to take. She knew what it felt like, and she tried to do what he’d suggested.
Ride the pain so you get to the pleasure.
As soon as he lifted the wand, she let out her breath in a rush and that first inhale made her dizzy as the lingering sting hummed along her thigh. Not quite euphoric, but it definitely wasn’t as bad as before.
“Touch yourself for me. Get your cunt nice and wet so you’re ready.” His words buzzed along her skin, more effective than any supposed endorphins, and she leaned into him as she obeyed. Circling her clit exactly how she did at home, but he was the only one she was thinking about.
“Will you talk to me, sir? Please?” she begged, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t, and she heard him groan low against her ear as he pulled her tighter to him, his hard cock pressed against her back.
“What do you want me to say, my little fuckdoll?” His voice was a sinful purr, a rumble that pushed her higher. “Do you want me to tell you about how much I want to taste your sweet cunt? That I want to make you come over and over on my tongue until you soak my bed?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, circling her clit faster as pleasure spiraled, building slowly. Wait, did he say ‘his’ bed?
“Such a dirty girl.” Pierce bit down on her shoulder, not as hard as before, but she groaned as the ache grew slowly, twining with the buzz of her touching herself for him. When he let go, the rush made her head swim for a moment, and oblivion was close. “What if I told you that I’ve been thinking about fucking you, but I can’t decide if I want to bend you over that massage table over there or if I want to pin you to the floor so I can watch you come around my cock?”
“Please!” She was so close, so fucking close, and she didn’t care where he fucked her, or how, she just needed it. She needed him. Now.
“I’m going to use you exactly how I want to, slut. I’m going to make you take every inch like the good little fuckdoll you are… and I’m tired of waiting.” He released her, and she caught herself on the pony, shifting forward to regain her balance as his heat disappeared from her back.
“Sir?” she asked, twisting her head to try and find him, but his hands caught her by the hips first, yanking her backward, the wood sliding through her folds until she slid off the end. A sharp spank to her ass made her yelp, but she heard his quiet tsk tsk just before he bent her forward on the pony.
“You didn’t make yourself come, slut, so it looks like I’m going to have to help you out.” Palming her ass, he squeezed her flesh in a hard grip, pulling her cheeks apart with a low groan. “But you did make yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, her words dissolving into a moan as he slid two fingers deep inside, followed quickly by three, and she arched, pushing up from the pony as pleasure spread.
“Down,” he growled, pressing her back to the wood with a firm hand. “I told you that you weren’t getting off this pony until you got off, my little whore, and I meant it.”
“Oh God.”
“Sir works fine, slut, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.” There was a dark chuckle in his voice as he pumped his fingers inside her until she was squirming, panting, desperate to come. The ache of the pony digging into her ribs and chest didn’t matter, the buzz of voices around them was unimportant - nothing else mattered but his touch.
“Please,” she begged, whimpering as his other hand found her clit.
“You still sensitive, my little fuckdoll? Is this cunt nice and sore from the pony?”
“Yes, sir!” she cried out, so close to the edge when his fingers suddenly abandoned her, a whine pushing past clenched teeth… and then she felt him. His slick cock pressing against her entrance as his hand wrapped around her hip.
“Beg,” he demanded, his voice a low growl of need behind her that echoed her own desperate sounds.
“Please fuck me! Use me. I need you, sir. I’m yours to—” Her words cut off with a gasp as he thrust deep in one sinful drive, stretching her, a sweet ache buzzing along with the hum inside her. Pierce wasn’t waiting for her to adjust though, he pulled back and slammed deep again, and again, and again until she couldn’t think straight. Babbling pleas and moans as she held onto the wood, feeling the rising heat as
he fucked her mercilessly, driving her to new heights.
“Christ,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “Just like that, slut. Fucking take it. Take every inch and come for me.”
She’d edged for too long, the devious pony and the fucking wand keeping her from oblivion, building her higher and higher until the precipitous drop into bliss was almost too intense. Everything went tight, heat rushing over her skin like a wildfire in her veins, and then the tension snapped. Pure delirium flooded her, and she was pretty sure she screamed out his name in the searing crash as pleasure finally
won.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock like a good little fuckdoll. Yesss, squeeze me just like that.” Pierce groaned, his fingers likely leaving bruises as he yanked her ass back to meet his next punishing thrust. He was still fucking her, even harder than before, his hips slapping against her skin, and it was overwhelming. Before she’d even caught her breath, before all of those trembling muscles could calm, she could feel another vibrant pulse rising from the place where his cock filled her so perfectly.
“Sir!”