by Grant, Livia
“Let me show you,” Master Elliott said silkily, when she didn’t answer right away. His hand cupped her breast, caressing and gentle and completely at odds with what she’d expected. When his fingers tightened a moment later, she gasped at the sudden rough handling, her pussy spasming in response.
The clamp pinched her nipple and she cried out, back arching as the pain stabbed through her. Holy crap that was tight! She gasped for breath, hands jerking at her cuffs, all too aware of Master Elliott’s intense scrutiny. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes before her breathing slowly adjusted. Her nipple throbbed in the tight confines of the clamp, but it was bearable.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and that accolade somehow made the pain even more tolerable. Right up until he moved his hand to her other breast and clamped that nipple too.
Fuck!
This time, tears did spring to her eyes as she gasped and writhed for him, her breasts heaving as her nipples protested the torture. The expression on his face was almost serene as he watched her, taking pleasure in her pain… Being able to see his reactions was fascinating, infuriating, and arousing all at the same time.
Tiny needles stabbed her nipples when she finally relaxed, her breasts aching from the constriction of blood flow. The chain was cool against her stomach and she moaned when he picked up the last clamp.
“Please, please, no,” she begged.
The jerkface just chuckled. “CNC was last scene, sweetheart. But don’t worry, you can take this.”
Lisa bit her lip to keep from crying out prematurely as his fingers spread her labia open, revealing her swollen clit. Because it was swollen. Swollen and sensitive and an all-too-accurate barometer of her arousal. When the clamp closed down around it, she almost screamed… and then realized it didn’t hurt that much. It stung, it pinched, but it wasn’t the sharp, piercing pain that the clamps on her nipples had initially caused.
Instead, she let out a sigh of relief that was half laugh. Watching her expression, Master Elliott smiled cruelly and then she felt the clamp tug at her clit, and it tightened.
“Ow!” Her arms jerked forward, immediately stopped by the cuffs.
Her sadistic lover’s lips quirked. “A little tighter I think.”
“No, please—ow! Ow, please, that’s enough!” To her relief, he stopped, although not before her clit was throbbing with pain, a kind of ecstatic agony that made her entire body feel tightly wound.
She stared up at him, wondering what was going to come next.
Chapter 11
Elliott
The rubber-tipped clamps gripping all of Lisa’s most sensitive buds were on the easier end, as clamps went, letting him know that she didn’t have a lot of experience with them. But she didn’t need it. He liked that it was so easy to make her squirm and cry out, liked watching her breathe in and absorb the pain, to take it for him.
She was nowhere near using her safe word, but she wasn’t sitting comfortably—and not just because of the plug in her ass. Elliott was very much looking forward to seeing how she would react to the clamps being on her while he fucked her. Quickly, he pulled his second condom from his pocket before shucking off his pants and getting back into position on the chaise.
Pulling her legs over his forearms so he could spread her wide, Elliott grasped her by the waist, canting her hips forward so that her lower body was no longer resting on the chaise, but was draped over his thighs with her legs spread wide. Lisa gasped, and he initially thought it was because the clamps must have pulled at the movement, but then she started to buck and try to wiggle away. Not that she had any hope of doing so.
“What are you doing?” The tone of her question was almost outraged, and Elliott cocked his head at her, his hand sliding around the outside of her hip so he could reach underneath her to grip the base of the plug.
“I’m getting ready to fuck your ass, sweetheart,” he said. His fingers touched rubber and he gripped it, twisting the plug in her ass and making her shudder at the sensation. Her lips parted again on a gasp, eyelashes fluttering, before she managed to compose herself.
“Like… like this?” Her voice squeaked.
Realizing what her problem was—since it was exactly why he’d chosen this position, although he hadn’t expected her to actually protest—Elliott let his lips curve in a sadistic smile as he tugged the plug free and let it fall by the wayside.
“Just like this,” he said, the tip of his cock pressing against her slightly gaping entrance. Her body pressed down, since she couldn’t hold herself up in this position, stretching her open. She gasped, pupils dilating, as he pressed in. Elliott leaned forward, his voice lowering so just she could hear him. “So I can watch every expression that crosses your face while I fill this sweet ass.”
And his hand roughly gripped her buttock as he surged forward, the head of his cock popping into the tight, hot space. They both gasped at the same time as her body spasmed around him, her eyes flying wide open at the intrusion. The condom was lubricated, and there was extra lube from his fingers and the plug, allowing him to slide deeper while she twisted slightly against his grip, panting through the discomfort of her narrowest space being stretched open by his cock.
Watching her expressions, the slight flashes of pain, the way her eyes met his and then flitted away in embarrassment as a blush rose in her cheeks… fuck he loved it. Loved seeing the struggle, the discomfort, and the determination to bear it, to please him.
Elliott let gravity do its work, slowly impaling her on his cock while he watched every single little reaction.
* * *
Lisa
Never tell a sadist why you don’t want to do something…
Yeah, that would have been good advice, if only she’d thought of it earlier. She should have made up a reason why she didn’t want to do butt stuff. Because if she’d thought anal was intimate before, that was nothing compared to how incredibly intimate Master Elliott had chosen to make it.
The twinging pain and discomfort of the stretch barely registered compared to her emotional discomfort as Master Elliott’s gaze bore into her. She couldn’t hide her reactions from him, try as she might.
She hadn’t ever had anal sex in any position other than bent over. Hadn’t even considered it was a possibility. Had been sure, right up until he’d positioned himself underneath her, that he was going to turn her back around once he was ready. And when she closed her eyes, he tugged on the clamps, sending pain spiraling through her pleasure.
Lisa cried out, arching as the clamps pulled at her tender bits, her eyes flying wide open.
“Eyes on me, Lisa,” Master Elliott ordered, his voice implacable.
She moaned as her ass settled against his lap, her gaze flitting up to his and then away again. She wanted to obey his order, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to meet his eyes for more than a moment or two while he was buried in her ass. His hips flexed, rocking her on his lap and Lisa shuddered, the stretch burning through her muscles and filling her with pleasure.
Pain… pleasure… it was two sides of the same coin.
And he felt so good inside of her. Toys were fine in a pinch, but they were harder, less yielding, and there was no substitute for the throbbing and jerking of a hard cock responding to her muscles’ clenching.
Master Elliott’s arms moved, sliding further up her legs, forcing them further apart so that he could grip her waist… and then he started to fuck her. His cock receded, pulling at her insides, rasping against the sensitive nerves around her anus. Then he surged upward, letting gravity take her so that she slid down his shaft as he thrust into her, making her clench and spasm and whimper as she was filled, too quickly. The clamps and chain bounced, pulling at her, adding to the influx of sensations.
“What’s your color, Lisa?” The question was more of a demand.
Color? Oh, right, color.
“Green, so green,” she whispered throatily, looking up at him.
Their gazes met. Clashed. Her breath c
aught in her throat. The dark desire in his eyes made her entire body tingle.
“Good girl.” His hands gripped her hips more tightly and he began to move, staring directly into her eyes the entire time.
Lisa wanted to look away, wanted to squirm free, but it was like she was pinned by his gaze, her insides twisting as he began to ride her with long, sure strokes. Every thrust had his cock rubbing against a spot inside of her that sent a surge of pleasure through her entire body, counteracting the sharp pinches from the clamps as they were bounced by his movements.
The tugging on her clit was driving her wild, but the more her clit swelled, the more the clamp bit in and the more it hurt. She was moaning, shuddering, crying out, and wildly out of control… and she couldn’t look away from Master Elliott’s gaze. It felt like he was seeing inside of her to every perverse desire she’d ever had, every filthy fantasy, and stripping her bare.
Rapture burst inside of her, unlike any orgasm she’d ever experienced, and she screamed his name. Her pussy spasmed emptily, the fullness of her ass making her writhe in ecstasy. Her clit screamed in agony as the clamp was pulled from it, and Lisa screamed with it, starbursts of pain and pleasure ricocheting through her.
* * *
Elliott
Lisa’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and Elliott quickly reached up and released the clamps on her nipples, freeing him to fuck her clenching ass as hard and fast as he wanted. She was lost in a storm of exquisite agony, crying out his name in climax, and it seemed she barely registered the pain of the clamps being removed.
Her nipples were like ripe berries on her chest, much darker red. Looking down, he could see the slick folds of her pussy, her swollen clit red and angry, peeking out at the apex. Leaning forward, he rubbed his groin against her clit, pulling another shout from her lips.
Riding her hard, he fucked her into the chaise, their bodies pressed so closely together he could scarcely tell where he left off and she began. Her muscles squeezed his cock hard as she sobbed out, another wave of pleasure overtaking her. The base of Elliott’s spine tingled, and he cried out with her, shoving deep inside of her.
His cock throbbed, forcing cum past the gripping ring of her muscle, squeezing the base of his dick, and into her bowels. They rocked together and he emptied himself inside of the condom, panting as he felt her slump against him, completely wrung out. A shudder wracked him as the last spurt of cum was milked from his cock by her clenching muscles, and he leaned against her, covering her completely with his body.
He didn’t know how long they stayed there. Long enough that when he looked up, most of their audience had dissipated. Squinting at the clock, he smiled. Just under the time marker.
Although, surprisingly, he didn’t care as much about that as he had before. Sure, a free month of membership was always good… but he was now realizing that he wasn’t going to be interested in playing with just anyone when he visited Black Light. He wanted to play more with Lisa.
‘Play’ might be the wrong word.
Date was a better one. And play, at Black Light.
If she was amenable.
First things first though. Elliott got both of them up and cleaned up, before wrapping Lisa back up in an aftercare blanket and reclaiming the chaise. Someone came by with a bottle of water for each of them and Elliott just leaned back against the chaise, holding her securely and comfortably in his arms. At one point, Melody walked by with Master Kawan and gave him a discreet thumbs up, making him smile and shake his head.
Considering that his most recent ex had also been Melody’s friend, her endorsement might be a little suspect, but in this case, he thought she was probably right.
* * *
Lisa
She was afraid to move.
Because she was afraid that if she moved, Master Elliott might take that as a signal that aftercare was done, and then the night would be over. Even when Melody walked by and gave her a thumbs up, Lisa didn’t even return the gesture. Just in case.
Head resting on Master Elliott’s broad chest, tucked under his chin, she could hear the slow, steady beat of his heart. Feel his arms wrapped around her, holding her securely on his lap. And feel all her well-used, completely sated lady parts. She was pretty sure she was still going to be feeling the aftereffects tomorrow.
Which was going to be bittersweet if Master Elliott still wanted to have nothing to do with her after tonight.
Probably shouldn’t have agreed to do the butt stuff with him.
Not that butt stuff was a declaration of anything. It wasn’t like she expected him to take her out to dinner just because they’d had butt sex. It would be nice though.
“Lisa?” His voice was soft, almost gentle.
Crap. Time was up. She felt tears prick the back of her eyes. Suck it up, buttercup. It’s time to go back to the real world.
“Yeah?” she asked, doing her best to keep her voice casual. She would not cry if he just said ‘see ya later’ and left.
Master Elliott cleared his throat, an odd sound, almost like he was embarrassed. She peered up at him, intrigued.
“Some of my friends and I are starting a new campaign in two weeks. Our cleric moved away a couple months ago, and we haven’t found anyone to replace him, so we were just going to play without one but if you’d be interested…”
She blinked. Sat up and stared at him almost accusingly. “You play Dungeons and Dragons?”
A slow smile spread across his fast. “Sweetheart, I’m the Dungeon Master.”
As a pun, it was terrible and she smacked his chest, trying to stifle her laugh. Grabbing her wrist with one hand, Elliott wound his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep, claiming kiss.
When he pulled away, his eyes were sparkling. “I take it that’s a yes?”
“Definitely.” She paused. “Um… you’re going to take me out on a real date too, right?”
He shook his head at her brazen question, but his eyes were sparkling with amusement. “A real date and claim all your scenes at Black Light for the foreseeable future.”
Lisa threw her arms around him for another kiss. She didn’t even care if they won for hottest scene. She already had everything she wanted.
The End
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Meanwhile at Black Light West…
Madison
Black Light West
February 14th, 7:18pm
She’d spent weeks helping to get the Valentine’s events organized and ready to go for both Runway and Black Light, but the massive crowd crammed into the theater seemed even larger than they’d estimated. People seemed to be in every bit of available space, and the heat was intense.
Of course, that could be the leather outfit she’d worn — because it was now tradition — or the spotlights aimed at the stage.
Either way, the party was going to kick off soon and it was her job to keep it going, even if she suffered heat exhaustion in the process.
“Most of all, we just want you all to have fun and enjoy yourselves. Roulette is my family’s favorite event at Black Light each year, and we’re glad you’ve all joined us tonight. Now, I’ll hand things back to your lovely MC for the night, Madison!” C
hase turned toward her, his bright smile making her laugh as he clapped, and the audience joined in. The man had become a good friend, along with his husband and wife, and the trio made working at the two clubs a total adventure. Giving Chase a quick hug, she heard him whisper, “Knock’em dead!” before he moved out of the spotlight.
“Thank you, Chase Cartwright-Davidson!” Madison clapped as well, waiting for the audience to quiet down before she started reviewing the rules for the night.
She’d practiced her speech in front of the mirror enough times that she didn’t even need to glance at her cheat cards as she spoke. Explaining their guidelines for both audience and participants, as well as the new voting element for this year’s Roulette. That was all due to the pissing contest between Elijah and Spencer, which she thought was pretty ridiculous, but Madison had no plans on losing. There was extra vacation on the line, and she and Trevor could definitely use it. There were islands in the Caribbean calling to her.
“Dominants, if you’ll join me on the stage,” she called out, gesturing to the stairs as the group of men, and two very tall women, gathered in the spotlights. Taking the popsicle sticks down the row, she tried to match faces with the profile sheets she’d memorized as she went. It wasn’t easy, but by the time she’d handed out the last number she was confident she knew who was who.
A buzz of excitement rolled through the crowd as she returned to the roulette wheels and picked up the little white marble that would decide the fate of so many throughout the night.
