Page 44 of Black Light: The Crossover
“S-sir!” she shouted, thighs quaking, barely able to remember how to speak as she wiggled her hips and tried her best to use the edge of the spanking bench to remove the Hitachi, but all that earned her was another flash of soft leather almost-pain.
“Don’t mess with Rachel’s hard work.”
“Fuck that, that was me,” Derek shouted from somewhere nearby, and if she’d been more capable of speech she would have agreed with him… and then promptly told him to go fuck himself.
“Pl-please, please, pleasepleaseplease, fuck!” Another breath-choking release, but it was too much, too fast. There was no build, no excited rise to the next peak because the damn thing between her legs never gave her a break.
“I’m sorry, Sir!” Emma’s voice broke through Tiffany’s desperate whines, and even though she was exhausted and damp with sweat, she turned her head to see that wicked looking paddle land one more time before Jaxson dropped it.
Maybe now they’d—a fucking cane?
That evil looking stick sliced through the air toward Emma’s backside, and Tiffany flinched in sympathy. The strike was a crisppopon the stage, and a beat later Emma wailed, “One!”
Chase was in front of her though, on his knees, his hands on hers as he stared into her eyes, and Tiffany had to admit that would be nice. Someone with a clit, though. Someone who knew what the fuck she was going through because she couldn’t get the words out and… “FUCK! SIR!”
Tiffany hiccuped as she started to cry because she wastoo tiredto come again. Her clit used to be a really fun button to push, but now she might stab Lukus the next time he got his hands or his tongue near it. She needed a clit vacation. Starting right now.
Shivering, she was only vaguely aware of the flogger moving over her skin, all of the sensation just white noise — and then nothing.
The sheer absence of the damn Hitachi made Tiffany cry a little more, sniffling hard because it was like someone finally let the dangerous tension out of her nerves. The tightness in her shoulders eased, her spine relaxed, her ribs let her fucking breathe.
“Look at this,” Lukus purred behind her, the barest brush of his knuckles across her hip sending a tidal wave of cascading sensation that rolled over her skin, triggering another full body shiver. “So sensitive, baby. How’s this feel?”
She’d begged him to touch her earlier, and he hadn’t, but now that one of his fingers dragging between her folds feels like a live wire stroking her skin… he’s all in. Because of course he is.
Fucking asshole sadists.
“Answer me or I’ll just put the Hitachi back on and—”
“No, no, no, no!” she shouted, whining, desperately shaking her head. “It’s… electric? Too much.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
His answer didn’t make any sense until she felt two fingers pressed deep, then three a second later, instantly curling downward to find her g-spot, and it felt so good she had tears in her eyes again.
“So, this is too much, baby?” He was taunting her, pushing her limits on pleasure instead of pain — which shouldn’t be possible, or fair. There was probably a rule on it. She was making noise, and he definitely liked it, but as she started to tremble again, a keening whine building in her throat… he pulled out. “Still want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Sir. Always.” That answer was easy. If he’d asked her that ten orgasms ago she would have been golden.
“Such a good girl, Tiff.” Lukus kissed over her ribs, inching up to her shoulder as he lined up and slid deep. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good.”
“Please, please, please,” she begged, opening bleary eyes to see Chase buried in Emma’s mouth with Jaxson behind her, moving her back and forth with the kind of coordination that only came from time together. If it weren’t for the cuffs, Tiffany would have already melted to the floor, but finally having Lukus inside her made it all worth it.
“You can come one more time for me, right?” There was a sadistic edge of joy to his question, but she didn’t have the energy to point it out. Every time he filled her, she felt a little closer to complete, to being whole again, and all she wanted was to feel him come inside her and then be in his arms.
“I love you,” she murmured and the deep growl she got in response to that was the hottest sound he’d made all night.
“You love me even though I’m still gonna use you?” Another nip to her ribs as Lukus yanked her back onto his shaft, slamming deep inside as her wrists caught in the cuffs.
“Fuck yes.” Nodding against the padded bar under her, she braced her elbows on the bench to push back and meet in his next thrust in a loud clap of skin.
Her clit was beyond raw, body so sated and wrung out that she wasn’t sure shecouldcome, but this time she really wanted to. With him buried inside her, filling her, and then he’d pick her up and hold her.
Another snap of hips that buried his cock at the same time it jolted the butt plug deeper, double-penetration in a different way than Emma was getting across the stage, but perfect for Tiffany.
“Please come inside me. Sir, please, Lukus? Please?”
Strong hands tightening at her hips, he pulled her into every thrust, driving harder and deeper until somehow she felt that trembling buzz of energy in her bones again, singeing her already fried nerves, but she didn’t fight it. She let the overwhelming feeling have her, let every hard thrust take her higher, until she was panting, heart racing to a new tempo that Lukus set.
