Black Light: Possession
Excerpt By L.K. Shaw
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“Nat, I think our sub here likes what she sees. What do you think?” From behind me came the gruff response. “Let’s find out.”
Calloused fingers gripped my ass cheeks and spread me open wide, exposing everything to his view. A warm, wet tongue swiped up my lower lips, lapping at the juices flowing from my wet pussy and I cried out at the sensation.
“You’re right. She fucking loves it.”
“Good, because you’re going to suck it and drink down every drop I give you. I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and you’re going to take every inch I give you. Understand?”
I didn’t know how I was going to take him all, but I knew he wasn’t going to give me any leeway. There was only one answer I could give. “Yes, Master.”
“Nat, warm her ass up.”
“With pleasure,” came his rumbled reply.
Smack. My ass stung with the strike and a heat began to spread.
I knew that this was just the beginning. My real punishment would come before I knew it. Smack. Nathaniel’s bare hand came down again almost in the same spot. The next few came in rapid succession. I couldn’t help but squeak and jump with each one.
My ass was tingling and burning.
I was so focused on when and where the next strike might come, I missed Joseph’s movement until he pulled my hair — that had long started falling out of the hair tie holding it up — forcing my head back. I gasped and bit my bottom lip in ecstasy as I stared at the delectable cockhead staring directly at me. It was even more delicious up close, leaking pre-cum, and the long vein running its length was almost daring me to trace it with my tongue.
“Open,” came the guttural command.
When my mouth widened, Joseph slid his cock inside, but not quite far enough to hit the back of my throat. Yet. He’d already warned me it was coming. He pulled back and just when he was almost all the way out, he thrust forward again, this time going further. Back and forth he pushed and pulled, his grip on my hair tightening inside his fist with each inward motion of his cock.
The piston motion sped up and with each thrust he pushed further inside until, with one sharp jerk, he went so deep my gag reflex activated and I coughed and choked. My eyes watered and I was sure my mascara was running down my cheeks.
He pulled back and let me take a deep inhale. This time, he went slower and when he reached the back of my throat, I swallowed and relaxed, letting him slip a little further back. Spit pooled in my mouth and leaked out the sides as he held immobile.
Yet, I still hadn’t taken his entire length. My eyes watered even more and when I didn’t think I could take anymore, he pulled out, a thread of saliva keeping us connected before it snapped.
“That was beautiful, pet. You’re just about ready to take it all. But poor Nathaniel back there, he’s missing out. I think he needs some place to put his cock as well. What do you think?”
“Please.” My pussy begged to be filled.
A sharp smack on my already sore ass cheek made me cry out.
“Naughty sub. I think you forgot the magic word. You must not want this pretty pink cunt filled after all.” Nathaniel taunted me by rubbing his thickness between my pussy lips, teasing the opening but not entering. Even through the condom I hadn’t noticed he’d slipped on, he was so hot and thick I was having a hard time concentrating on what I’d done wrong, when another spank had me remembering quickly.
“Please, Master, fill my pussy,” I begged.
"What do you think, Nathaniel? Did our pretty sub ask nicely enough?" Joseph taunted, denying the pleasure awaiting me.
"I think we should take pity on her this one time. She's sweet, pink, and soft. And she's begging us." I almost sighed in relief at Nathaniel's response.
Yes, please.
Joseph, on the other hand, never mentioned he was a sadist. "I don't know if she's been punished well enough for her multiple infractions. She has earned them. Maybe you need to warm her ass up a little more. Besides, the extra pinch of pain will make her pleasure that much sweeter."
I whimpered in frustration. My pussy clenched on emptiness.
"Perhaps a little orgasm denial will help her remember who this pussy belongs to for the evening."
I let out another whimper. They were going to kill me.
Nathaniel chuckled deviously, the deep tone settling low in my belly. "I think that's a suitable punishment. Mostly because it means we can prolong our play."
He moved over me, his cock sliding through my slit and butting up against my clit, laying his front against my back as he leaned down to nip my shoulder, caging me between his arms.
"Whose pussy is this?" He punctuated his question with a short thrust.
I pressed back against him, trying to deepen our contact, but Nathaniel wasn't having any of it. He swatted my hip, leaving a sting in his wake.
“If you don't stay still, we'll tie you to this bench and add another punishment to your tally. Right now, you're only at two. Are you sure you want to aim for three?”
“I'm sorry, Master.”
“What a pretty apology. I think you've earned a small reward for that. But first, answer the question. Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours Master.”
In response, Nathaniel moved off me. His fingers gripped my hips and his thumbs separated my cheeks. I expected to feel his wet tongue against my pussy again. I squeaked when instead he flicked the tip of it against my anus before tracing the rim of it. He spread my cheeks wider, opening me even further to his exploration. He lapped at my asshole, the bundle of nerves tingling with each swipe of his tongue. His touch deepened when he pushed it inside tasting and exploring every inch of me.
The tingling spread, and the added sensation of a thumb dipping just inside my sopping wet pussy, had me gasping for breath. I was chasing an orgasm I knew wasn't going to come, but I was helpless to resist its pull. The tension was building and just when it was about to explode, Nathaniel pulled away. A sharp smack to my cheek, startling me, pushed it even further away. I cried out in disappointment. Joseph, who was still clutching my hair in his fist, released his hold and smoothed back my hair, almost petting me as if to soften the blow.
“You’re doing beautifully. Take this spanking like a good sub and you’ll feel pleasure like never before. Can you do that for us?”
Joseph’s voice was gentle and calming and it made me want to please them all the more.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” he praised me. “Nat, go ahead.”
Before his words faded, my ass was on fire. Blow after blow rained down on me, the sharp pain of each strike burning through me. I flinched with each swat, no longer able to hold back my tears as Nathaniel continued his relentless punishment. I lost count of how many he delivered. I only knew the pain was morphing, shifting into an almost numb sensation that was swiftly spreading through me. Just as quickly as my punishment began, it stopped. My head was buzzing and a warm feeling blanketed me.
“Now comes the pleasure.”
I barely registered the words spoken in my ear when I was rocked forward with a single thrust of Nathaniel’s cock as he buried himself to the hilt inside me sliding easily through the wetness. The fullness of his cock took my breath away, and I cried out at the abrasion against my battered ass. My entire body felt alive with a combination of pain and pleasure. Sparks singed my insides, but I wanted to feel the burn. It was invigorating.
I couldn't help but push back against him when he pulled almost out and then thrust even harder back in. He began a slow and steady rhythm, one that was driving me mad. I needed the friction of his movement to speed up and send me over the edge, but I knew that he and Joseph would decide when it was time. I was the puppet dancing on their strings, and they were the Masters controlling the tempo. The wait would be worth it though, so I continued to dance.
"Are you ready, pet?" My vision homed in on Joseph who'd been patiently waiting for this moment. My final punishment to complement the pleasure Nathaniel was giving me. One I was going to thoroughly enjoy. The saliva had already begun to pool in my mouth at the thought of his taste inside again. It was going to be difficult to not disappoint him with my concentration divided between Nathaniel's cock in my pussy and swallowing everything Joseph was about to give me, but I was going to do my damnedest. I wanted to give this to them. To be at their mercy. To be used utterly and completely by them both.
"I'm more than ready, Master." My voice trembled on the honorific as Nathaniel pinched my clit even as his movements ceased. Every part of me was on fire. My body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and the tiny hairs framing my face stuck to my skin.
Joseph beamed in pride at my confident response. It was true. I wanted this. Needed it. Relished in it. I was meant to meet these men here tonight. Everything about them spoke to a deviant side of me I never knew existed until now. They harnessed it and led it by its leash.
"Open," Joseph once again commanded. Without hesitation, my mouth widened and he slid his length inside. Then, in opposing tandem, they began to move. First, Joseph thrust inside the cavern of my mouth. When he pulled back, Nathaniel pushed deeper inside my wet heat. Like two people who knew each other well, their timing was perfect. Neither one rushed the other. They were entirely in sync.
"It's time to fly, pet."
Calloused fingers gripped my ass cheeks and spread me open wide, exposing everything to his view. A warm, wet tongue swiped up my lower lips, lapping at the juices flowing from my wet pussy and I cried out at the sensation.
“You’re right. She fucking loves it.”
“Good, because you’re going to suck it and drink down every drop I give you. I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and you’re going to take every inch I give you. Understand?”
I didn’t know how I was going to take him all, but I knew he wasn’t going to give me any leeway. There was only one answer I could give. “Yes, Master.”
“Nat, warm her ass up.”
“With pleasure,” came his rumbled reply.
Smack. My ass stung with the strike and a heat began to spread.
I knew that this was just the beginning. My real punishment would come before I knew it. Smack. Nathaniel’s bare hand came down again almost in the same spot. The next few came in rapid succession. I couldn’t help but squeak and jump with each one.
My ass was tingling and burning.
I was so focused on when and where the next strike might come, I missed Joseph’s movement until he pulled my hair — that had long started falling out of the hair tie holding it up — forcing my head back. I gasped and bit my bottom lip in ecstasy as I stared at the delectable cockhead staring directly at me. It was even more delicious up close, leaking pre-cum, and the long vein running its length was almost daring me to trace it with my tongue.
“Open,” came the guttural command.
When my mouth widened, Joseph slid his cock inside, but not quite far enough to hit the back of my throat. Yet. He’d already warned me it was coming. He pulled back and just when he was almost all the way out, he thrust forward again, this time going further. Back and forth he pushed and pulled, his grip on my hair tightening inside his fist with each inward motion of his cock.
The piston motion sped up and with each thrust he pushed further inside until, with one sharp jerk, he went so deep my gag reflex activated and I coughed and choked. My eyes watered and I was sure my mascara was running down my cheeks.
He pulled back and let me take a deep inhale. This time, he went slower and when he reached the back of my throat, I swallowed and relaxed, letting him slip a little further back. Spit pooled in my mouth and leaked out the sides as he held immobile.
Yet, I still hadn’t taken his entire length. My eyes watered even more and when I didn’t think I could take anymore, he pulled out, a thread of saliva keeping us connected before it snapped.
“That was beautiful, pet. You’re just about ready to take it all. But poor Nathaniel back there, he’s missing out. I think he needs some place to put his cock as well. What do you think?”
“Please.” My pussy begged to be filled.
A sharp smack on my already sore ass cheek made me cry out.
“Naughty sub. I think you forgot the magic word. You must not want this pretty pink cunt filled after all.” Nathaniel taunted me by rubbing his thickness between my pussy lips, teasing the opening but not entering. Even through the condom I hadn’t noticed he’d slipped on, he was so hot and thick I was having a hard time concentrating on what I’d done wrong, when another spank had me remembering quickly.
“Please, Master, fill my pussy,” I begged.
"What do you think, Nathaniel? Did our pretty sub ask nicely enough?" Joseph taunted, denying the pleasure awaiting me.
"I think we should take pity on her this one time. She's sweet, pink, and soft. And she's begging us." I almost sighed in relief at Nathaniel's response.
Yes, please.
Joseph, on the other hand, never mentioned he was a sadist. "I don't know if she's been punished well enough for her multiple infractions. She has earned them. Maybe you need to warm her ass up a little more. Besides, the extra pinch of pain will make her pleasure that much sweeter."
I whimpered in frustration. My pussy clenched on emptiness.
"Perhaps a little orgasm denial will help her remember who this pussy belongs to for the evening."
I let out another whimper. They were going to kill me.
Nathaniel chuckled deviously, the deep tone settling low in my belly. "I think that's a suitable punishment. Mostly because it means we can prolong our play."
He moved over me, his cock sliding through my slit and butting up against my clit, laying his front against my back as he leaned down to nip my shoulder, caging me between his arms.
"Whose pussy is this?" He punctuated his question with a short thrust.
I pressed back against him, trying to deepen our contact, but Nathaniel wasn't having any of it. He swatted my hip, leaving a sting in his wake.
“If you don't stay still, we'll tie you to this bench and add another punishment to your tally. Right now, you're only at two. Are you sure you want to aim for three?”
“I'm sorry, Master.”
“What a pretty apology. I think you've earned a small reward for that. But first, answer the question. Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours Master.”
In response, Nathaniel moved off me. His fingers gripped my hips and his thumbs separated my cheeks. I expected to feel his wet tongue against my pussy again. I squeaked when instead he flicked the tip of it against my anus before tracing the rim of it. He spread my cheeks wider, opening me even further to his exploration. He lapped at my asshole, the bundle of nerves tingling with each swipe of his tongue. His touch deepened when he pushed it inside tasting and exploring every inch of me.
The tingling spread, and the added sensation of a thumb dipping just inside my sopping wet pussy, had me gasping for breath. I was chasing an orgasm I knew wasn't going to come, but I was helpless to resist its pull. The tension was building and just when it was about to explode, Nathaniel pulled away. A sharp smack to my cheek, startling me, pushed it even further away. I cried out in disappointment. Joseph, who was still clutching my hair in his fist, released his hold and smoothed back my hair, almost petting me as if to soften the blow.
“You’re doing beautifully. Take this spanking like a good sub and you’ll feel pleasure like never before. Can you do that for us?”
Joseph’s voice was gentle and calming and it made me want to please them all the more.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” he praised me. “Nat, go ahead.”
Before his words faded, my ass was on fire. Blow after blow rained down on me, the sharp pain of each strike burning through me. I flinched with each swat, no longer able to hold back my tears as Nathaniel continued his relentless punishment. I lost count of how many he delivered. I only knew the pain was morphing, shifting into an almost numb sensation that was swiftly spreading through me. Just as quickly as my punishment began, it stopped. My head was buzzing and a warm feeling blanketed me.
“Now comes the pleasure.”
I barely registered the words spoken in my ear when I was rocked forward with a single thrust of Nathaniel’s cock as he buried himself to the hilt inside me sliding easily through the wetness. The fullness of his cock took my breath away, and I cried out at the abrasion against my battered ass. My entire body felt alive with a combination of pain and pleasure. Sparks singed my insides, but I wanted to feel the burn. It was invigorating.
I couldn't help but push back against him when he pulled almost out and then thrust even harder back in. He began a slow and steady rhythm, one that was driving me mad. I needed the friction of his movement to speed up and send me over the edge, but I knew that he and Joseph would decide when it was time. I was the puppet dancing on their strings, and they were the Masters controlling the tempo. The wait would be worth it though, so I continued to dance.
"Are you ready, pet?" My vision homed in on Joseph who'd been patiently waiting for this moment. My final punishment to complement the pleasure Nathaniel was giving me. One I was going to thoroughly enjoy. The saliva had already begun to pool in my mouth at the thought of his taste inside again. It was going to be difficult to not disappoint him with my concentration divided between Nathaniel's cock in my pussy and swallowing everything Joseph was about to give me, but I was going to do my damnedest. I wanted to give this to them. To be at their mercy. To be used utterly and completely by them both.
"I'm more than ready, Master." My voice trembled on the honorific as Nathaniel pinched my clit even as his movements ceased. Every part of me was on fire. My body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and the tiny hairs framing my face stuck to my skin.
Joseph beamed in pride at my confident response. It was true. I wanted this. Needed it. Relished in it. I was meant to meet these men here tonight. Everything about them spoke to a deviant side of me I never knew existed until now. They harnessed it and led it by its leash.
"Open," Joseph once again commanded. Without hesitation, my mouth widened and he slid his length inside. Then, in opposing tandem, they began to move. First, Joseph thrust inside the cavern of my mouth. When he pulled back, Nathaniel pushed deeper inside my wet heat. Like two people who knew each other well, their timing was perfect. Neither one rushed the other. They were entirely in sync.
"It's time to fly, pet."