Black Light Entranced
She’s been sexually broken for too long to be put back together now.
The last person reporter Teigen Finley expected to see at Black Light was the subject of the most important article of her career. Decked out in leathers, he compelled her attention from the stage. Mesmerized by the way he guided his subject through an erotic hypnosis demonstration, Teigen yearned for him to turn that intense focus on her.
Master Ellison couldn't resist asking Teigen to scene with him at Black Light, even with the possible conflict of interest between playing and working together. Despite her initial reticence, he detected a deeply sensual woman locked inside and suspected he was exactly the man who could draw her out to play. She was more of a challenge than he normally chose to take on but after getting just a taste of her, he couldn’t stop craving more.
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The St. Andrew’s cross he wanted to put her on wasn’t too far from the stage. Ellison put down his bag and took hold of Teigen’s arms. When she wouldn’t look at him, he lifted her chin. “One more thing, and it’s important. If at any time you want to stop, use the club safe word ‘Red.’ If you need a breather, if it gets too intense, say ‘Yellow.’ If I ask and you’re okay with what’s happening, you’re ‘Green.’ Do you understand?”
He stroked her arms, and she trembled under his touch. When was the last time he’d been with someone who reacted to him that way. His dick began to take notice.
“Good girl. Do you want to take off your skirt, or would you like me to do it?”
“I’ll do it.”
He squeezed her arms and gently kissed her forehead before he released her. Her sweet sigh at his touch was an aphrodisiac, sending him soaring into Top space. She made him feel powerful again, not just a vehicle to help a sub get off, but someone who could affect her deeply.
He turned his attention to his toy bag, carefully selecting items he knew would bring her on a progressive journey of sensation. Challenged by her statement during negotiation, he needed the proper arsenal.
Once she had placed her skirt on a nearby table, he took her hands in his.
“I’m going wrap you in handcuffs. They are soft, so they shouldn’t hurt at all. If they do, or you feel numbness, let me know right away.”
As he secured the cuffs on her wrists, she began to bounce on her toes, whether from nervousness or excitement he wasn’t sure. He could work with either, as long as she continued to be engaged with him. He had to make sure that happened.
“Come stand facing the cross. I’m going to secure your hands above you, and then cuff your ankles so I can attach them below.”
She did as he instructed, turning her ass toward him. To his delight, the panties were cut high in the back so that most of her cheeks were exposed. And what a lovely ass it was—firm, round with dimples at her lower back and luscious cheeks he would love to bite. Time to take over, to let her know what letting go and giving over control could feel like. Now the choices would be his.
Secured to the cross, she began to shift her hips back and forth. Pressing himself up against her, he allowed his hands to explore. Soft flesh succumbed to his touch, his fingers imprinting themselves on her skin, letting her know he was in charge. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“That’s it, Teigen. Feel me enjoying you, loving your soft skin under my fingers.”
She leaned back into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Taking that as a sign she wanted more, he caressed her neck then followed her silky smoothness down to the edge of her top. She stiffened when he invaded it with his fingers, swiping across her nipple.
“Relax, Teigen. Enjoy the feeling. Just let yourself go,” he whispered into her ear. He didn’t stop stroking her, and soon she settled her weight back against him. A shudder passed through her body, and once again his dick took notice.