Black Light: Scandalized

by Grant, Livia

  “Excellent. Now, all you have to do is trust me.”

  His words were still hanging in the air as the paddle connected with her right cheek with force again. Nalani arched her back, pressing into a pushup as she felt Shane’s knees squeezing her body, keeping her from scrambling away from him and the pain.

  The next blow came quickly, and the shooting pain left a throbbing agony as his paddle moved between her left and right globes at a steady pace as his fingers thrummed her pussy like he was playing a stringed instrument. Pleasure and pain jumbled together as she felt her body leaning into it all.

  She lost track of how long the torture continued. Several times, the word red almost popped out, but she held her breath through the worst of it, letting the warmth move deeper… lower… igniting needs she’d never understood until that moment.

  Her bottom had to be beet red by the time she heard the implement he’d been holding fall to the floor. His hand reached for the plug seated in her ass, pulling it out and shoving it back in while his left hand continued to stroke her clit at a fast pace. Her body was on fire, the flames licking at her until she was shamelessly humping his lap.

  “Such a dirty girl. So desperate to be fucked.”

  Her frustrated growl coincided with his pulling out the plug and shoving it back inside her. That wasn’t where she wanted to be fucked. She wanted him inside her pussy.

  “Yes! Please!”

  Her body exploded the second he pinched her clit. He was being anything but gentle, squeezing her swollen nubbin so hard, the orgasm crashed over her. As heavenly as it felt, a small part of her felt cheated. Once again, he’d played her body without actually fucking her. Her core clenched, wishing it were full of the thick dick he’d showed her in his room earlier that day.

  Nalani was vaguely aware of him pulling her up, letting her snuggle against him on his lap. She wasn’t sure which part she liked more—his arms wrapped around her protectively or the feel of his rock-hard cock under her still-plugged bottom.

  Chapter 8

  The only thing Shane loved more than pushing a sub to the edge of her comfort zone was catching her after she’d fallen hard. Nalani’s trembling in his arms as she recovered from her first scene at Black Light fed his fucked-up kinks. He held her close, the smell of her vanilla shampoo tickling his nose as he cooed soothing words as the natural beauty came down from her sexual high.

  It was a bit unnerving how terrific she felt in his arms, her naked body molding against his as she wiggled in his lap, torturing the steel in his jeans. He took a second to unhook the clasp of her bra, the only stitch of clothing she still wore, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

  As he rested his chin on her head, he glanced out, locking eyes with the dungeon master, still standing guard across the room like a protective father. The standoff lasted a few long seconds until Elijah gave a small nod of approval before breaking the visual connection and sauntering off toward the back hallway.

  The only thing keeping Shane from truly enjoying his aftercare was the constant thrumming of his own need, made worse by the friction of the anal plug still lodged in her cute ass. Shit, he’d almost shot his load, watching her tightest hole stretching to accommodate the small plug. He would have to be careful to gradually stretch her before fucking her ass the way he wanted to—hard and fast like a piston.

  “How you feeling down there? You thirsty?”

  “Uh huh,” she cooed softly.

  The idea came in a flash. He really was a prick, but then again, he’d never tried to deny it, so…

  Shane detached himself enough to reach down to his bag next to the chair and come out with one of the bottles of water he carried and the other supplies his kitten needed.

  He could feel Nalani watching him as he jostled until he could reach to uncap the bottle. The second the water started splashing into the metal bowl with the picture of a kitten on the side, he felt her body tense.

  Once the bowl was half full, he set the bottle back down on the side table, turning to look down into her wide eyes. She was such an innocent, it was obscenely easy to shock her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had as much fun playing with a submissive. He held the bowl closer.

  “Be a good kitty and lap up your water.”

  “But… you’re joking, right?”

  “Do I look like I’m joking?”

  “Why would I drink out of a bowl? Just hand me the bottle.”

  “Kittens don’t drink out of the bottle, now do they?”

  Still uncertain, she reached out to try to hold the bowl. He held it away from her, cautioning, “Naughty kitty. You don’t have any hands.”

  Her panic grew as they continued their stare down.

  “I’m not thirsty anymore.”

  “Nalani… you need to hydrate. Now.”

  She blushed beautifully, glancing around the room, clearly worried about how many people were watching.

  He almost came in his jeans on the first tiny flick of her pink tongue. She didn’t even touch the water with her tentative swipe. He lost himself, watching her next few laps, imagining that tongue licking his balls… the cum at the tip of his hard-on… rimming his own ass like the dirty girl he would enjoy turning her into.

  Droplets of water sprayed on her face and her bare tits as she lapped at the water. He couldn’t wait to replace the innocent water on her eyelash with a glob of his own cum, taking extra care to smear her makeup.

  When she’d quenched her thirst, he set the near-empty bowl aside before roughly grabbing her face in his hands, holding her captive as he rekindled their smoking hot bond.

  “Damn, that was sexy. I have a few other places I need that tongue of yours.” Her eyes widened as he tacked on, “I hope you’re still thirsty. I have something thicker I need you to drink.”

  Shane released her face, his own growing need helping press her off his lap and back to her knees in front of him. It only took a few seconds to undo his jeans, lifting his ass enough to push them to the floor. He’d come commando, and the open-mouthed ‘O’ on Nalani’s face told him she approved. Anxious to feel that tongue on his flesh, he used her leash to yank her face forward into his lap.

  “Stick that tongue of yours back out, kitten. Time to lap up something harder.”

  Shane wasn’t surprised at her first tentative swipes. Blowjobs were pretty standard sexual fare, even outside of the BDSM lifestyle, so the fact she was clearly a novice at even this simple act thrilled him. While most men might grow impatient with her hesitant licks, each shy lap of her tongue flamed his libido until he found himself gripping the arms of the chair, fighting to keep from coming too soon.

  He resisted giving her directions until she reached to grasp the base of his shaft with her petite left hand.

  “No hands. In fact, put your hands behind your back. Take the end into your mouth and show me how far down your throat you can stuff this big boy.”

  He suspected she’d deny it, but the beauty on her knees loved his dirty talk. Her golden-brown eyes had a way of glazing over with a smoky haze of lust. He hated to lose their visual connection as she leaned over his lap to suck on the tip of his cock like a lollipop, sucking and lapping at his shaft, creating the sexiest soundtrack.

  It didn’t take long for Shane to be on the brink of coming. He fought his own body, determined to hold off as long as possible, in part just to make it last but more because he hadn’t even started to push Nalani out of her comfort zone. Knowing he was short on time, he thrust his fingers into her thick, dark hair, grasping her head, forcing his erection deep enough to hear her gag.

  “Eyes.”

  It took several long seconds for her to comply, and when she did, she had tears spilling over her eyes from the exertion of the blowjob. At that moment, he was certain there wasn’t a more alluring sight in the entire world than this woman on her knees, struggling to accommodate his cock stuffed down her throat. He reached out with his thumb to swish a
t the tears on her cheek, careful to smudge her mascara, so she was perfectly ruined by him—for him.

  The panic in her eyes fed his dark side, and it took all of his self-control to use his grip on her head to lift her head off his lap, giving her a few seconds to pant and sputter beautifully.

  He pushed her harder, pulling her back down, thrusting deeper until she threw her hands forward, frantically pushing against him, struggling to clear her throat as her body convulsed, gagging. Shane put the face-fucking on a brief hold, pulling Nalani off his cock again, and leaned forward to talk against her ear as she gasped for air.

  “I’ve never seen anything or anyone more stunning than you are right now, kitten. You, on your knees, gagging on my cock—trusting me to keep you safe—it’s the biggest turn-on. The only thing that will make this better is watching you in a few minutes as you have to keep swallowing to drink the gallon of jizz I have waiting to fill your mouth, throat, and belly. I’m going to spray some of it on your face and tits, then rub it in, so everywhere you go, you’ll smell like me… like us… like sex.”

  He was too close to see her reaction to his dirty rant, but the low growl that came from her fed his dark kinks.

  Enough of a break. This time when he grabbed her head and pressed down, Nalani took him deep, renewing her gagging as she bobbed up and down until he felt the first jet of spunk boiling over. Her panic was real as she tasted him, unable to pull away, courtesy of his hands holding her in place.

  He’d edged himself all day, so he had a massive load for his sub. Her throat squeezed his cock as she fought to swallow, choking and sputtering until globs of his ejaculate spilled out and down her chin to drip on her bare tit. Recognizing her panic, Shane pulled out just as a last small jet of cum sprayed on her face, landing on her cheek and forehead.

  They each worked to catch their breath from the amazing intimacy they’d just shared. Shane reached out, smearing the white, sticky ejaculate all over her face, taking care to pull his thumb across her lipstick and mascara.

  “Fuck, kitten. I haven’t even stuck my dick in your cunt yet, and you’re already proving to be a filthy little slut.”

  The anger flashed in her eyes so fast he had to replay his words, scrambling to explain.

  “Believe me, with me, being a filthy slut is the highest of compliments, Nalani.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t like it.” Her submission had vanished. She was serious.

  So, he became serious too.

  “Okay, noted, but I noticed you didn’t use your safeword, so…”

  “Yellow.”

  Shit.

  “Fair enough. No more slut, and I’m guessing whore is out too. I get it. We don’t know each other well enough yet. All I ask is you keep an open mind, and if at some point, you trust me enough to use those words to describe you during a scene, you’ll reconsider and let me know.”

  She hesitated before adding, “I don’t think I will, but if I do, I’ll let you know.”

  He pulled her into his arms, looking down into her cum covered face.

  “Congratulations. We just had a successful BDSM negotiation session.” When she didn’t answer him, he added. “Now, I’d like to negotiate exactly what it’s going to take to have you sleeping in my bed upstairs tonight.”

  * * *

  It was odd, the first thought Nalani had at Shane’s invitation to sleep in his bed was, she sure as hell hoped he planned on having sex before they slept. As eye opening and exciting as their time together had been at Black Light, a part of her felt cheated.

  Maybe she really was the slut he’d called her since all she could think about was having his cock buried deep inside her. There was no way she was going to admit that to him, of course—he already had way too much power over her.

  “That could be arranged, but the price I demand is I must have coffee first thing when I wake up, or I can’t be responsible for my actions,” she teased, keeping things light.

  “Deal. But…” Shane got a mischievous look in his eye, she was beginning to recognize meant he had a filthy idea, no doubt about to shock her. “Do you only need coffee when you wake up after dawn, or do I need to be prepared to get you coffee every time I wake you up during the night to ravage you?”

  His hands were roaming all over her body, pinching, squeezing, tickling…

  Nalani broke into giggles at his teasing, his playful grin taking her breath away. She’d almost forgot whose arms she was snuggling into, but at that moment, he looked like the larger-than-life hero he’d played in last year’s summer blockbuster movie.

  The realization slammed into her. How the hell had she ended up here tonight, playing with the Shane Covington?

  “What’s wrong?” His smile was gone.

  “Nothing.” She tried to smooth over the moment, not wanting to admit how vulnerable she felt.

  “Bullshit. Something changed thirty seconds ago, and we aren’t moving until you tell me what it was.”

  She looked away, unable to return his intense scrutiny. He waited, proving he wasn’t going to just let it blow over.

  “I’m waiting, kitten.”

  His use of the nickname helped her return his gaze.

  “Why kitten?” she spat.

  “Don’t change the subject.”

  Shit.

  “Okay, fine. Then, why me? You’re Shane Fucking Covington. You can snap your fingers and have anyone you want in your bed tonight. Why a housekeeper, working her ass off to make her rent each month.” She hated the defensive tone in her voice but was helpless to stop it.

  “I can help with…”

  “Stop! I don’t want your fucking money.” His cavalier offer annoyed her. She tried to snatch her arm away, but his grip was too tight.

  “What do you want, Nalani?” Shane pressed her.

  “Right now, I want to know, why me? You can have someone more famous, rich, beautiful…”

  It was Shane’s turn to glance away for several long seconds. She could see his jaw clenching and unclenching as he contemplated his answer. When he returned his gaze to hers, the intensity in his eyes took her breath away.

  “Listen carefully, kitten. I don’t give a shit about rich or famous. And as for beautiful, I’ve never been with anyone even half as beautiful as you are. Not only are you pretty on the outside, but you have this elusive balance of strength and vulnerability that literally pushes every button I have.

  “I’ve spent a lot of time dissecting all the fucked-up things that make me tick, and I stopped apologizing for them a long time ago, but that doesn’t change how damn hard it is to find women into the same hardcore things. Women who will trust me enough to do the things you did with me tonight and so much more. More importantly, as a celebrity, I have the added burden of finding this rare gem who also doesn’t want to sell the salacious story to the tabloids for fifty grand.”

  The sincerity of his words calmed her, but she pressed him, “And how do you know I’m not one of those women who’d sell you out?”

  His hands squeezed her biceps harder, reminding her they were having this deep discussion in the middle of Black Light while both naked.

  “I just know. Just like you know, I’m going to push you to the very edge, but you can trust me to always catch you.”

  As she internalized his words, she recognized them as the truth. As crazy as some of the things were that he’d done with her, she still felt remarkably safe with Shane.

  Around them, the sounds of a nearby couple enjoying pounding sex broke into their intimate discussion. They shared a knowing grin as Shane pulled her into a hug, and she felt his manhood sandwiched between them.

  “Please… come upstairs with me. I’m not ready for our night to end yet.”

  The depressing thought of walking out, maybe to never see Shane again, helped her answer. “Neither am I. And since I have tomorrow off, I guess it won’t hurt.”

  “Isn’t the club closed on Tuesday’s too?”

  “Yes, but I think we shou
ld just take things one day at a time, don’t you?” There was no way she was going to get her hopes up they’d spend two whole days together.

  “If that’s the only way I’ll get you upstairs, then sure. I’ll make Tuesday tomorrow’s problem.”

  God, that mischievous grin of his should be outlawed. She suspected it was going to get her into a lot of trouble.

  Shane looked around, waving his hand at someone across the room. When Tyler stepped up next to them, she was jolted back to reality, bringing her arms up to cover her breasts from her co-worker and friend.

  “Any chance you can find us two robes?” Shane shouted over the music.

  “Sure thing. I’ll be right back.”

  As soon as the dungeon monitor left, Nalani bent down to pick up her discarded clothes. The jolt lit her up, reminding her she still had a butt plug in her ass, not to mention, wearing a collar and leash.

  “Can you please take the plug…” her voice trailed off.

  “Not yet. Upstairs.”

  “You want me to wear it after we leave the club?” She was scandalized.

  “Of course. I wasn’t joking when I said you’ll be wearing plugs in restaurants very soon if I have anything to say about it.”

  She was spared having to come up with a retort by Tyler returning with two plush Black Light robes hung over his forearm, handing them to Shane, then discreetly leaving.

  Technically, Runway was still open, so when Shane pulled on her leash and started heading toward the staircase, she panicked.

  “I have a code for the elevator we can take straight to the second floor. We shouldn’t be seen in Runway like this.”

  She could swear she saw disappointment on Shane’s face at her suggestion. It hit her, knowing what little she knew about him, he’d probably been looking forward to parading her through the mansion on her leash, and she honestly didn’t know how to process that. To her relief, once they had all their clothes and toys cleaned up, Shane pulled her by the hand toward the elevator.