Black Light: Possession, page 3
She smiled and I couldn’t help but respond in kind. “My best friend is actually a dungeon monitor here. Tonight’s his night off though.”
Well, that was a surprise. “Oh, and who might that be?”
“Garreth.”
“We know him well. I’m curious though… why we haven’t seen you here before tonight? He surely would have introduced you to the pleasures at Black Light.”
Nat reached out and traced his finger along the back of Madeline’s hand resting on the table, his tone dropping an octave as he drew out the word ‘pleasures.’ She inhaled sharply and her eyes darkened with arousal, all while she shivered at his touch. It was so subtle I almost missed it, but I knew Nat hadn’t since his nostrils flared like he was scenting prey. Curious about her reaction, I set my hand on her thigh, low and close to her knee. She shifted in her seat, and her muscles twitched, but she didn’t move away. Instead, her flush deepened and moved down her chest. I wanted to follow its path. Were her nipples cherry red or brown like my favorite caramel? My mouth watered at the thought of finding out. I was picturing the perfect shade of red wax that would complement the color of her blush.
Madeline spoke up, interrupting my delicious thoughts. “I’m new to the city actually.”
“You’ve never visited before?” Nat asked.
She shook her head. “I’ve been to D.C. several times, but it’s been a couple years. Long before Black Light opened.”
“What brought you here if you don’t mind me asking?”
Pain flared in her eyes before she squashed it and shrugged. “Change of scenery, I guess.”
Neither Nat nor I tolerated lies, and it was obvious her answer was an untruth. Or at least not the whole truth. She wasn’t our sub, yet, so I let it pass. For now.
This time she volleyed back her own question. “Do you often share women?”
Nat guffawed with genuine amusement. It was the first time I’d seen him truly smile in longer than I could remember. Maybe a year or more.
“We always share a woman, pet.”
That’s when I moved my hand, sliding it slowly up her thigh, stopping only when I reached the hem of her dress. Any further than that required an okay from her, and I waited to receive it. When she didn’t utter any protest, I continued my sensual advance. My finger made its way under fabric and Madeline’s legs parted to give my hand more room. Her breathing grew shallow and her eyes darted back and forth between us. Nat added sensation by running his finger between hers, teasing the webbing between them and drawing on her palm.
“Do you have any reservations about being shared between two men, Madeline?” Physically she appeared to be saying yes, but I wanted verbal consent so there was no miscommunication between any of us.
“No.” Her voice came out breathy.
In sync, Nat and I both stopped all movement. Instantly, she recognized her mistake and corrected herself. “I mean, no, Master.”
“Tsk, tsk, pet. I believe that little lapse comes with a punishment.”
She moaned under her breath as if in anticipation. Hmmm, interesting. It was time to move this show along. My cock was humming with need. I wanted to bury it deep inside this woman. To feel her from the inside out. Her pussy. Her mouth. Her ass. It didn’t matter. In the end, we’d own every hole. My gut told me she was the one we’d been searching for and it wasn’t usually wrong.
“I believe our sub here might enjoy our form of correction. What do you think, Nat?”
Nat winked at me and gave a short upward chin tilt. “I definitely agree with you. But why don’t you check and see? I’d hate for us to be wrong.”
With a flick of my wrist, my finger came in contact with smooth, wet pussy. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but unexpectedly coming across bare skin instead of satin fabric made a liar out of me.
I chuckled. “Nat, our naughty little pet here isn’t wearing any underwear. And she’s sopping. There’s no doubt a puddle of her sweet pussy juice beneath her. I bet she’s going to taste delicious.”
A deep masculine rumble was his response. I rubbed up and down her slick pussy slit, teasing the opening with the tip of my finger, but not penetrating further. Instead, my finger moved, increasing the contact on the upward swipe to graze her clit with each stroke. My gaze bore into hers as I confirmed what we both knew, even as her moan of pleasure confirmed it. “The thought of us punishing you turns you the fuck on, doesn’t it? You’re gushing just thinking about all the dirty, wicked, perverse things we’re going to do to you.”
Madeline’s hips moved under the gentle coaxing of my finger as more wetness poured from her. She bit her lip, but another sound of ecstasy still escaped. “Yes, Master.”
Letting the anticipation build, I kept stroking her, teasing her clit — fast, then slow — as the smell of her arousal wafted around us. She squirmed in her chair, legs now fully splayed open, her juice practically pooling on the seat beneath her. Her eyes began to close behind her lenses, and I could see her muscles tensing in preparation for her orgasm. When I could tell she was on the precipice of tumbling over, I pulled my hand away at the same time Nat let go of her hand. Her expression shifted, her eyes popped open, and she blinked. Blinked again. Then her adorable mouth turned into a pout.
“Why did you stop? I was almost there.”
I smiled wickedly. “Yes, I know. Let’s just call that the prelude to your punishment. Now, we need to negotiate our scene before we go any further.”
The few tendrils of hair around her face fluttered when she let out a small, annoyed huff of air. Nat and I both liked the challenge of a sub with just a bit of defiance in her. Not a complete brat, but enough spark to make it interesting.
“What are your hard limits? And do you have a safe word?”
I was curious about her response considering I knew Nat’s kinks. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his reaction.
Matter-of-factly, she ticked them off. “My hard limits include watersports and scat, humiliation, whipping, and anything that leaves permanent markings. Oh, no needles either.”
“How do you feel about knife play?”
There was a devious twinkle in his eyes at her answers. I knew Nat would push her limits with his love of the knife. For him though, it wasn’t about the cutting per se, although he certainly enjoyed seeing his shallow marks on a sub’s skin. He also didn’t bleed anyone unless they enjoyed it. It was the mind-fuck, the fear, that turned him on.
She took a moment to ponder her answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never experienced it before. Is blood involved? Because that would definitely be a hard limit.”
Nat replied since this was his area of expertise. “For me, it’s not about the blood. It’s the rush of the mindfuck. It’s a heady feeling knowing that my sub trusts me enough to not damage her body. On occasion, I like to leave some scratches, a reminder, but they’re shallow and I don’t fully break the skin. Of course, there is definitely a tremendous amount of trust involved, because sometimes things happen. But I always take every safety precaution before engaging in any play, especially with someone inexperienced in it. If it’s something you’d like to try sometime, I’m more than willing to oblige.”
I was glad she took her time, weighing the idea instead of immediately shooting it down. The power of the knife really was an integral part of him. Nat would accept her limits though.
“Let’s table that one for another time. For now, I’m going to say it’s a hard limit with the option to change my mind.”
“Understood. I hope to change your mind soon,” he added with a cheeky grin.
“I hope you do, too,” Madeline replied just as cheekily.
“Well, now that we’ve learned your hard limits, we should also share ours. We draw the line at electrical play and age play. Neither are our special kind of kink.”
“So you won’t spank me and make me call you Daddy then, huh?” She smirked, a sparkle shining from behind her glasses.
Nat slowly rose from his seat, causing Madeline to tilt her head way back to track his movements. She shifted nervously in her seat, swallowing hard, most likely realizing she’d awakened the beast inside him. He took one step forward and threaded his fingers through her hair, fisting the strands and gently, but firmly, pulling her up and out of her chair. He leaned down and rasped his stubble across her cheek and jaw before whispering in her ear.
“There will most definitely be spanking involved, pet. My hand is already twitching with the need to redden that ass of yours. You’re spunky and full of fire and I like it. But I think it’s time now for that punishment you earned.”
I could see her tremble from the hot breath blowing against her as he continued.
“Along with a new one it looks like we’ll be adding to it. Just so you don’t forget it’s Master, not Daddy. Now, be a good submissive and tell us your safe word.” He nipped her ear, emphasizing the command behind his directive and she sagged against him, her hands clutching his biceps as though to hold herself up. Nat braced his palm around her hip to help keep her steady.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal and it took her a moment to get her bearings. Once she had, she wobbled a bit as though weak in the knee. I stood and moved behind her, effectively caging her between us as I traced my finger down her arm, causing her to shiver.
On a shaky breath, she exhaled her answer. “Dragonfly.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to accept your punishment, Madeline?”
“Yes, Master.”
Chapter 5
Madeline
I couldn’t remember being this turned on in my life, and neither of them had really even touched me. But God did I want them to. There was this edge, sharp and honed, to Nathaniel that was awakening something inside me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I didn’t tend to mentally pick apart the Doms I scened with, but there was a dark depravity I sensed emanating from him that my clinician brain couldn’t help but want to analyze. I had a feeling I’d drown in the darkness with him. And revel in it.
Joseph was different. He was the buoy. The one that would keep us all afloat. I don’t know how I knew this after being in their presence for such a short time, but I did. I also knew I didn’t plan on questioning it. I wanted to be punished by them, to test my limits, and my body quivered in anticipation.
Nathaniel clasped my hand in his and led me to the raised platform nearest us. There was a spanking bench at its center. Our footsteps clicked on the wooden planking making up the floor. Joseph stepped into my line of sight, but remained on the carpeted area surrounding us.
“Glasses, please.” Nathaniel held his hand out and I placed them in his palm. My skin prickled as Joseph stayed where he was, his eyes tracking a path up and down the length of my body. His eyes glowed with appreciation. Footsteps sounded behind me and then I felt my dress lifted. Cool air brushed across my thighs, my ass, my back, and my breasts before the dress briefly covered my face and then it was finally pulled over my head. I stood proudly naked, my breasts full and heavy with need. Joseph’s blue eyes had deepened in color so they now resembled the ocean water during a vicious storm. Strong hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and caressing them, sending sweet pleasure spiraling through my core.
“Can you sense the people watching us? Joseph watching us? Their eyes absorbing the sight of these perfect tits.” He squeezed them again, pinching at my nipples, my breath hitching at the exquisite sensation. His hand skimmed down my stomach and cupped my pussy, his fingers teasing my entrance. “This wet, needy cunt. Watching, waiting, for me to do this.” He crooked a finger and pushed it gently, slowly inside me before sliding it almost completely out. When he moved again, I moaned at the fuller sensation as he added another finger. My knees trembled and I wasn’t sure how much longer they would hold me.
“Are you ready for your punishment now, pet?”
I opened eyes I hadn’t realized I’d close to see Joseph stepping onto the wooden flooring now standing directly on the other side of the bench, his pants tented with an impressive looking erection. “Yes, Master.”
“Position yourself properly then.” Nathaniel punctuated his command with a stinging swat to my bottom cheeks.
Stepping up to the spanking bench, I settled my spread knees onto the padded leg pieces. I sucked in a breath as the cool leather touched my skin causing my bare belly to clench, and a shiver raced over me bringing goosebumps to my arms. I knew the cold wouldn’t last long though. I bowed my head while I waited for whatever my Masters had planned.
“Eyes up, Madeline.”
I raised my head, and my gaze followed Joseph’s hands as he slowly lowered the zipper on his pants revealing smooth skin. He pulled out his cock and like Pavlov’s dog, my mouth started to water. I wanted to wrap my lips around its smooth, rounded head and lap up the salty pre-cum I could see glistening from its tip.
“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?”
