Black Light: Possession, page 4
“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." Without giving me time to process Joseph's words, it began. Nathaniel's thrusts shortened while Joseph's grew deeper. He pushed further into my mouth until at long last, my nose brushed up against his stomach. Pulling out enough for me to gulp in a large breath of air, he was quickly back down my throat completely, his shallow thrusting growing more aggressive. Saliva dripped out the corners of my mouth and suddenly Joseph stiffened and my throat moved of its own accord, swallowing every ounce he gave me. He pulled out and I gasped in a lungful of air at the same time Nathaniel thrust deeper inside me with one smooth motion.
On my next breath, Nathaniel pinched my clit and the orgasm that had been lying in wait rushed forth and coursed through me. I screamed out my release, echoing Nathaniel's roar of pleasure. I lay there gasping, panting for breath, my sweat-covered skin growing cold in the cool air of the club. My limbs were like noodles and I wasn't sure I wanted to move even if I could. I was so sleepy and content… and happy. An emotion I hadn't completely been in ages. I wanted to bask in it. In that moment, the connection I felt with these two men was tangible, visceral. It was on a whole other plane. I whimpered in disappointment when Nathaniel began to pull out, and I clenched my pussy trying to pull him back in.
I felt myself being moved from the bench and I clutched tightly to the man who held me. I recognized Joseph's voice in my ear.
"You were absolutely stunning, pet. Breathtaking. I knew you were perfect for us the second I saw you. I just knew it." I didn't try to decipher his words. Instead, I basked in them. My eyes fluttered open and my fuzzy brain tried to focus on where I was. I didn't immediately see Nathaniel and my heart ached. Where was he?
Joseph sat on a couch and pulled me onto his lap. A warm blanket was draped over me and then a water bottle clasped in a large hand appeared in front of me.
"Drink for me."
I relaxed when I saw it was Nathaniel holding the bottle to my mouth, tipping it gently when I opened, letting the cool liquid slowly pour between my parched lips. When I was finished, he set the bottle aside and knelt beside us, his hand reaching out to grasp mine. His touch was soothing as his thumb rubbed gently across my knuckles. I needed this physical connection with him as well. I clutched his hand tightly, not wanting him to let go. Our eyes remained on each other and our breathing soon matched. Peace flowed through me.
Chapter 6
Nathaniel
Providing aftercare to a sub had to be one of the most fulfilling aspects of being a Dom. To know that I’m providing comfort after a scene was so gratifying. With Madeline, it was even more so. The utter trust she’d offered both Joseph and me during the scene and after made this entire evening worth it. I glance up and saw his eyes were transfixed on Madeline. When he sensed my stare, he looked down at me and unspoken words shifted between us.
Neither of us had felt this instant connection with a sub before. Joseph always claimed he believed in love at first sight. I never knew if he was serious or not. However, I definitely acknowledged the fact that there was something about this woman that drew me to her. A warmth. Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. I wanted to get to know her, not just here at Black Light, but outside, in the real world. I wanted to hear her laugh. To hold her in my arms. I wanted people to know she was with us, however temporary. It wasn’t logical, but the desire was undeniable.
I brushed back the dried hair from her face and cupped her cheek, needing the physical connection with her as I was coming to the realization that this was worth exploring further. She nuzzled my palm, her expression still a little drowsy.
“How are you feeling, pet?” I asked softly.
Madeline shook off her sleepiness and grinned. “Absolutely wonderful, Master. Thank you.”
“Good. If you’re ready, I want to head to the bar. You need food.”
I held out my hand and pulled her off Joseph’s lap when she placed hers in mine. Joseph handed me her dress, and I helped her back into it. Next came her glasses and, with a gentleness I’d long forgotten I possessed, I replaced them on her face. She blinked her wide violet eyes up at me. With Joseph on her other side, I led her over to a table in front of the bar, pulling out her chair and helping her get settled in it. We took our seats directly on either side of her, and I motioned for a server. Once she took our order, she quickly left, leaving the three of us alone.
In unison, Joseph and I reached out and clasped each of her hands in one of ours. Her skin was silky smooth. I could touch her forever and never get tired of it. There were so many things I wanted to ask her, but I was never good at that kind of thing. Thankfully, Joseph knew me well enough and started up the conversation I wanted to.
“I know this is a little backwards, considering how our night has progressed, but we’d love to get to know you a little better. I’ll start. I’m Joseph Crocker. I’ve been a Dom for ten years, since shortly after I graduated from Columbia. My folks are still married and live in Upstate New York. I have two brothers and a sister, all older, and a slew of nieces and nephews. I’m a huge fan of college basketball and Nat and I have worked together at the FBI for the last five years.”
“Wow, the FBI huh? And you guys are partners?”
Joseph shook his head. “There aren’t really such things as ‘partners’ in the FBI. We’re actually part of the same team, and more often than not, we’re sent out into the field together, but that’s mostly because I’m the only one who tolerates this jackass.”
He chin-tilted in my direction. A single finger was my response. Madeline’s gaze ping-ponged between us like she wasn’t sure how to take our banter.
“What about you?” Impatient as always, I prompted her to give us some info. I’d be happy learning anything.
“Madeline Parrish. I recently moved to D.C. from North Carolina where I was a practicing clinical psychologist for the past eight years. I’ve been sexually submissive for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t really understand what it meant until my last year of under-grad. One of my girlfriends got me into the local dungeon, and the minute I walked in I felt like I was home.”
She turned to me. I could sense that she understood I didn’t care to talk about myself and when she didn’t say anything, I appreciated that she didn’t force me to talk before I was ready. She merely waited patiently. I wasn’t big on talking. It was something I’d never excelled at. I was more of an action kind of guy and feelings weren’t really my ‘thing.’
I gruffly gave her a response. “Nathaniel Morgan. Not much to tell. I didn’t know I was a Dom until I met Joseph. But the minute I recognized the need for control inside me, I fully embraced it and haven’t looked back. Now, I’m done talking about myself. We want to see you again. Outside of here.”
She looked between us, studying us both before responding. I held my breath waiting for the answer I hoped she’d give.
“I’d really like that.”
Muscles I hadn’t realized were tight loosened, and I exhaled in relief. I knew Joseph had been nervous about her response as well. There were times I envied his ability to fall so quickly for someone. He’d been in awe of her since the moment he’d seen her. But I also knew he would be a little cautious with his feelings. We’d been burned before.
“Great. There’s a concert upstairs at Runway this coming Friday. Then, after it’s over, we can move down here. We’ll pick you up at seven.”
Her blinking eyes behind her glasses were the only sign of her surprise at Joseph’s demand. She was going to have to get used to it. When it came to certain things, we didn’t ask.
“Runway?” Her forehead crinkled adorably with confusion.
“It’s the premier dance club in D.C.,” Joseph explained. “Sits right on top of us. Both clubs are owned by Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright. You didn’t come into Black Light through the club?”
She shook her head. “No, we came through a psychic shop. You mean there’s another entrance?”
“Oh yeah, there’s one through Runway and one from the shop. Black Light is extremely exclusive and even more private and confidential. There are a lot of prominent people who are members here and secrecy is of the utmost importance.”
Madeline seemed impressed. “I had no idea. I mean, Garreth had mentioned its exclusivity, but I didn’t realize to what degree.”
Wanting to get back on track, I brought the conversation back to our next date. My body tingled oddly with anxiousness. “So, Friday night. Seven. We’ll pick you up.”
She released my hand to salute smartly. “Yes, Master.”
“Oh, pet, I can’t wait to tame that mouth of yours.”
“If ever any beauty I did see, which I desired, and got,’twas but a dream of thee.”
- John Donne, The Good-Morrow
My dearest Madeline,
I dreamed of you last night. You were standing on the shore of the lake, your unbound hair tangling around your face as the wind whipped it to and fro. Your hand shaded your eyes as you looked out over the water, watching the sun fall below the horizon. The yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples of the dusk-filled sky drew a smile to your beautiful lips. It was a smile that eclipsed even the disappearing sun. I wanted to take a picture of that smile, to capture it forever.
I waited in the distance, not wanting to disturb you. My patience was fairly tested though when you remained standing there, long after the sun disappeared and even as the moon glowed brightly above the water, illuminating the entire sky. Your only movement came when you wrapped your arms around yourself as you shivered in the cold night air. Just as I was about to call out to you, you turned and began walking toward me. You held your head high, the smile no longer visible, as you moved with grace across the sand, coming ever closer to me. I held my breath as you finally reached the place I stood. Hesitantly, as though you might disappear, I raised my hand to cup your cheek in my palm. Your skin was soft as silk beneath my fingertips.
My heart hitched in my throat though as tears filled your eyes. They spilled over and left a trail of moisture down your face. As I continued to stare at you, the tears changed. They turned from clear, to pink, to red, until soon, they were the deepest shade; the color of blood. Your mouth parted on a silent cry, but no sound escaped. Faster and faster your tears fell, with no end in sight.
Slowly, I unbuttoned your blouse, each tiny enclosure released to expose your glorious breasts to my view. I pushed the fabric back behind your shoulders, and I couldn’t help but admire the vision of beauty in front of me, even as the blood-red tears dripped from your chin to dot across your chest. You didn’t even flinch. You only stood silent and unmoving.
My vision homed in on a cluster of droplets. I cocked my head as I studied them, and it was then that I saw the shape that had formed. I smiled as I reached out and traced the design that had fallen with precision. Because you see, my dearest Madeline, your tears of blood had formed a heart. A heart that will soon belong to me.
Until we meet again.
Chapter 7
Nathaniel
“Morgan, Crocker, get in here. Now.”
I cursed under my breath at the command from the other room. Assistant Director Reynolds was still pissed off and punishing me for my comment last week. Knowing it was best to move my ass, I stood from behind my chipped particleboard desk, my raggedy chair squeaking with the release of my weight. I was two steps behind Joseph as he led the way to our boss’ office. Once inside, we took our seats while we watched him pace and run his fingers through his hair. We waited in silence for him to finish whatever mental exercise he appeared to be engaged in. Finally, he stopped pacing and moved to perch on the edge of his desk, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I got a call from the P.D. over in Arlington. There’s a woman there who received an anonymous letter from a ‘secret admirer’ she says. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit about some sad-ass woman getting a letter she thinks is from a crazy stalker, but from what the detective says, it sounds like this could be one of our little notes from Casanova. I need you guys to head over there and check it out. She’s probably just someone in desperate need of the attention.”
I bit my tongue from responding. Dick. This right here was why he sat his ass behind a desk and diddled himself. How he ever became the A.D., I’ll never know. He probably sucked the right cock… or pussy. The fact remained, he was a douche. Joseph, the ever-cool-headed one of us, spoke up, probably because he knew I stood on the verge of blowing a gasket.
“Yes, sir. We’ll be happy to head over and check things out. Hopefully, it’s just a rejected lover making idle threats. We’ll report back ASAP if it’s something needing further investigation.”
“See that you do.” He nodded a dismissal, and we rose from our seats and exited the office without another word.
I held my terse comments until we got to our vehicle. “What a jackass.” I slammed the door behind me in irritation.
Joseph slowly left the parking lot before responding. “That may be true, but sadly, we report to him. Which means, no matter how much he pisses us off, we have to toe the line, not nosedive over the edge of it.”
I merely shot him an annoyed glance. Soon, we were pulling into the local precinct. We made our way up to the desk where a heavyset, completely disinterested beat cop sat behind scratched up plexiglass pecking away at an old desktop computer; one with a giant boxy monitor dating back to the nineties. His name badge read ‘Hopkins.’ Officer Hopkins didn’t bother to look up when we stepped up to the window. That is, until I slapped my ID against it. His bored drawl had my teeth clenching.
“Can I help you?”
“We’re here to see Detective Roberts,” I bit out, doing my best to curb my temper.
