Black Light: Worthy
Excerpt By Stella Moore
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Ready, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
Despite the pounding of her heart and the zing of excitement lighting up every nerve she had, her voice was steady. A hand gripped her hair, pulling her head up at an awkward angle. The sweet, gentle Dom who’d coaxed her through her fears to get to where she was now had disappeared. A cold hardness had settled in his eyes and her core trembled at the sight.
“Tell me why you’re being punished tonight.”
Austin had raised his voice slightly, she assumed so the hovering crowd could hear. Taking his cue, she swallowed hard and spoke as clearly and loudly as she could without screaming.
“Because I didn’t wear the outfit you chose for me, sir.”
“Do you get to decide which of my orders to obey, kitten?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Tell our audience what happens to naughty little kittens who disobey their Sir’s orders.” Oh, sweet Jesus. She prayed her face wasn’t as red as it felt as she recited her line.
“They get spanked and fucked in the ass, sir.”
“That’s right.” Releasing his hold on her, he shifted, and for the first time, she caught sight of the long, thick piece of leather dangling from his other hand. It looked a hell of a lot scarier than his belt, and she had a feeling he wasn’t going to be stopping at three quick stripes.
Before she could think clearly enough to dare to voice an objection or even a question, he disappeared, and a moment later the leather tapped against her upturned ass. Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced for the blow. But nothing could have prepared her for the agony that pierced her with the first stroke of his strap.
Oh, fuck. If her lungs hadn’t frozen, she might have screamed. It was so much worse than his belt, so much worse than anything he’d put her through before. And her mind had barely any time to register the pain before the second stroke landed, the edges of the strap digging into the tops of her thighs. She lurched forward on pure instinct, but the straps around her wrists and ankles quickly reminded her she had nowhere to go. Her muscles clamped down in a fruitless attempt to protect her from the pain, which only served to remind her she had a giant plug in her bottom, which was its own kind of hell. The third stroke landed right in the middle of her ass, and her chest finally loosened enough for her to drag in a deep, shuddering breath.
Grinding her teeth together, she forced the air back out through her nose. Do not scream, do not scream, do not scream. She would take her punishment like the good girl he claimed she was, and she would absolutely not embarrass him by carrying on like a hysterical little girl just because her ass was on fire.
Her resolve was sorely tested with the next two stripes, but she made it through. When a familiar pair of boots appeared in her line of sight, she slumped against the leather, panting wildly.
“The next time I choose an outfit for you, what are you going to do, kitten?”
“W-wear it, s-sir. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Five more and then we can finish up your punishment.”
Tears blurred her vision, but she ruthlessly blinked them back. She’d taken five without dying, she could take five more. What she could not do, it turned out, was take five more in silence. Number seven was delivered straight across the tops of her thighs and she couldn’t hold back the wail of remorse and pain it pulled from her chest.
“Am I making my point, kitten?”
“Yes, sir!” As far as she was concerned, the point had well been made and she had no intention of ever disobeying him again. But she still had three to go and she was determined to make it through. The last three were delivered so fast, she barely had time to register anything beyond the searing burn in her ass before she went limp again on the bench.
A soft whimper escaped when he ran a hand over her swollen, heated skin. “Such pretty marks for a pretty little kitten,” he praised, his voice almost too sweet. “Ready for the rest of your punishment?” No! her inner voice wailed.
“Yes, sir,” she managed to whisper instead. With a few gentle tugs, the plug slid free and the thick, hard head of his cock nudged against her bottom. After an initial pinch, there wasn’t as much pain as she’d expected as he slowly pushed his way inside ofher.Full. She’d never felt so fucking full in her life.
“Color, baby. Give me a color.” His voice was strained, like he was in pain.
“Green, sir.”
“Thank god.” The long, thick length of him pulled back, and a moment later, slammed back into her ass with enough force to make her gasp. Her bottom burned, inside and out, and she’d never been so fucking turned on in her life.
“Sir, please,” she whined, pushing back to meet his next thrust.
“Please, what, baby?”
“I want— I need— please, sir!”
“Such a needy little kitten, aren’t you? Tell me what you want.” Face burning with humiliation, she tossed her head back and lifted her voice so he could hear her.
“I need to come, sir, please!” Something hard and round pressed against her clit, and she had about a second to wonder what it might be when the vibrations hit.
“You don’t come until I say, kitten. If you do, the strapping I just gave you will feel like a warmup.” There was a harshness to his tone that drove his words home. Sensation after sensation washed over her and she knew there was no way she could obey. But, somehow, she had to. Digging her fingers into the leather beneath her arms, she focused on holding back the waves of pleasure threatening to drag her under. Their audience faded until it was only her and her Sir and the brutal pleasure he was forcing on her with every thrust inside of her ass. The very air around them seemed to electrify as it filled with her whimpers and mewls of pleasure and pain, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. And just when she knew she was about to fail, he drove into her and pressed the device more firmly against her clit.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me!” The orgasm ripped through her, destroying her from the inside out. Her blood went to lava in her veins and electric pleasure zinged up and down every nerve in her body. A scream tore from her throat seconds before she collapsed on the bench. She was dimly aware of people moving around her, of the straps being released from her wrists and ankles. Then she was standing, and something soft and fuzzy was draped around her shoulders.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you back to the booth and get some water in you.”
Letting her head fall to the side, she leaned into Austin as he led her away. “Did I do good, sir?”
“Yeah, baby. You were fucking fantastic.” Soft lips brushed across the top of her forehead. “My good girl.” If anyone had told her a month ago she’d get such a thrill from those three words, she never would have believed them. But hearing them from Austin practically sent her soaring all over again.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
Despite the pounding of her heart and the zing of excitement lighting up every nerve she had, her voice was steady. A hand gripped her hair, pulling her head up at an awkward angle. The sweet, gentle Dom who’d coaxed her through her fears to get to where she was now had disappeared. A cold hardness had settled in his eyes and her core trembled at the sight.
“Tell me why you’re being punished tonight.”
Austin had raised his voice slightly, she assumed so the hovering crowd could hear. Taking his cue, she swallowed hard and spoke as clearly and loudly as she could without screaming.
“Because I didn’t wear the outfit you chose for me, sir.”
“Do you get to decide which of my orders to obey, kitten?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Tell our audience what happens to naughty little kittens who disobey their Sir’s orders.” Oh, sweet Jesus. She prayed her face wasn’t as red as it felt as she recited her line.
“They get spanked and fucked in the ass, sir.”
“That’s right.” Releasing his hold on her, he shifted, and for the first time, she caught sight of the long, thick piece of leather dangling from his other hand. It looked a hell of a lot scarier than his belt, and she had a feeling he wasn’t going to be stopping at three quick stripes.
Before she could think clearly enough to dare to voice an objection or even a question, he disappeared, and a moment later the leather tapped against her upturned ass. Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced for the blow. But nothing could have prepared her for the agony that pierced her with the first stroke of his strap.
Oh, fuck. If her lungs hadn’t frozen, she might have screamed. It was so much worse than his belt, so much worse than anything he’d put her through before. And her mind had barely any time to register the pain before the second stroke landed, the edges of the strap digging into the tops of her thighs. She lurched forward on pure instinct, but the straps around her wrists and ankles quickly reminded her she had nowhere to go. Her muscles clamped down in a fruitless attempt to protect her from the pain, which only served to remind her she had a giant plug in her bottom, which was its own kind of hell. The third stroke landed right in the middle of her ass, and her chest finally loosened enough for her to drag in a deep, shuddering breath.
Grinding her teeth together, she forced the air back out through her nose. Do not scream, do not scream, do not scream. She would take her punishment like the good girl he claimed she was, and she would absolutely not embarrass him by carrying on like a hysterical little girl just because her ass was on fire.
Her resolve was sorely tested with the next two stripes, but she made it through. When a familiar pair of boots appeared in her line of sight, she slumped against the leather, panting wildly.
“The next time I choose an outfit for you, what are you going to do, kitten?”
“W-wear it, s-sir. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Five more and then we can finish up your punishment.”
Tears blurred her vision, but she ruthlessly blinked them back. She’d taken five without dying, she could take five more. What she could not do, it turned out, was take five more in silence. Number seven was delivered straight across the tops of her thighs and she couldn’t hold back the wail of remorse and pain it pulled from her chest.
“Am I making my point, kitten?”
“Yes, sir!” As far as she was concerned, the point had well been made and she had no intention of ever disobeying him again. But she still had three to go and she was determined to make it through. The last three were delivered so fast, she barely had time to register anything beyond the searing burn in her ass before she went limp again on the bench.
A soft whimper escaped when he ran a hand over her swollen, heated skin. “Such pretty marks for a pretty little kitten,” he praised, his voice almost too sweet. “Ready for the rest of your punishment?” No! her inner voice wailed.
“Yes, sir,” she managed to whisper instead. With a few gentle tugs, the plug slid free and the thick, hard head of his cock nudged against her bottom. After an initial pinch, there wasn’t as much pain as she’d expected as he slowly pushed his way inside ofher.Full. She’d never felt so fucking full in her life.
“Color, baby. Give me a color.” His voice was strained, like he was in pain.
“Green, sir.”
“Thank god.” The long, thick length of him pulled back, and a moment later, slammed back into her ass with enough force to make her gasp. Her bottom burned, inside and out, and she’d never been so fucking turned on in her life.
“Sir, please,” she whined, pushing back to meet his next thrust.
“Please, what, baby?”
“I want— I need— please, sir!”
“Such a needy little kitten, aren’t you? Tell me what you want.” Face burning with humiliation, she tossed her head back and lifted her voice so he could hear her.
“I need to come, sir, please!” Something hard and round pressed against her clit, and she had about a second to wonder what it might be when the vibrations hit.
“You don’t come until I say, kitten. If you do, the strapping I just gave you will feel like a warmup.” There was a harshness to his tone that drove his words home. Sensation after sensation washed over her and she knew there was no way she could obey. But, somehow, she had to. Digging her fingers into the leather beneath her arms, she focused on holding back the waves of pleasure threatening to drag her under. Their audience faded until it was only her and her Sir and the brutal pleasure he was forcing on her with every thrust inside of her ass. The very air around them seemed to electrify as it filled with her whimpers and mewls of pleasure and pain, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. And just when she knew she was about to fail, he drove into her and pressed the device more firmly against her clit.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me!” The orgasm ripped through her, destroying her from the inside out. Her blood went to lava in her veins and electric pleasure zinged up and down every nerve in her body. A scream tore from her throat seconds before she collapsed on the bench. She was dimly aware of people moving around her, of the straps being released from her wrists and ankles. Then she was standing, and something soft and fuzzy was draped around her shoulders.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you back to the booth and get some water in you.”
Letting her head fall to the side, she leaned into Austin as he led her away. “Did I do good, sir?”
“Yeah, baby. You were fucking fantastic.” Soft lips brushed across the top of her forehead. “My good girl.” If anyone had told her a month ago she’d get such a thrill from those three words, she never would have believed them. But hearing them from Austin practically sent her soaring all over again.
“Thank you, sir.”