by Grant, Livia
Gesturing to the club beyond, he added, “We’ve got our expert dungeon monitors strategically placed all around the club, so if any of you doms have any questions, or need some tips on some of the more creative equipment, all you have to do is speak up. We might get a little weird tonight, but we’re all gonna be safe. Speaking of safe, the official safe word of the night is ‘red’ and use of the word by any of our participants will — as always — cease play immediately, but it will also disqualify you from winning your prize. That means you can push your sub’s limits, but you gotta pay attention.”
A few of the men in line beside the stage nudged each other, laughing in a friendly way, and Elixxir gave them a quick salute before turning back to the audience.
“For each kink you spin, you have to spend at least thirty minutes in the scene. There’s always time for aftercare, and any necessary clean up”—Elixxir winked at the audience and heard a small peep from the group of submissives in front of him—“but you’re going to want to keep the party going, and so whenever you’re ready come back to me to spin again.”
Holding his hands out, he grinned. “Now, I know it might be tempting to play along, but if you’re not here to play the game, remember that tonight Black Light equipment is for Roulette participants only. But that doesn’t mean you won’t get to have fun! We’ve got an awesome bar staff, and some tasty snacks to keep you entertained… and you’ll want to be paying attention to our participants because each of our guests tonight will be voting on their favorite couple of the evening.”
Elixxir hopped down a couple of the steps at center stage, stopping near a few surprised subs as the spotlight landed on them and the ballot box. “Whenever you’ve decided you’ve seen the hottest scene of the night, the dirtiest act, the best Dom and sub in the game, just fill out your ballot and drop it in the box here to the right of the center stairs!”
Spinning on his heel, he marched back up the stairs and waved the line of dominants onto the stage as he continued. “The couple who receives the most votes will each win an additional free month of Black Light. That’s right, two free months! I know I’d appreciate that in my pocket!”
The crowd applauded as the doms finished filing onto the stage, and Elixxir grabbed the handful of labeled sticks from the cup on the table. Approaching the line, he let each participant take one, until he got to a dom that just stared at them.
“This is going to be your number,” Elixxir said away from the mic, waiting for the man he recognized as Mister M to take one. “Here.”
“I, uh”—Mister M cleared his throat—“I can’t touch that.” Jerking his chin toward the stick on one side, he said, “Just— that one. I’ll remember my number.”
“Okaaay…” Plucking the stick out, he turned it over. “Seven.”
“Seven,” the dom repeated. “Got it. Thanks.”
What the hell?
Elixxir was hella confused, but he didn’t have time for this, and he quickly moved down the line to distribute the rest of the sticks, keeping the number seven in his other hand. Once he was done, he moved back to center stage to drop the errant stick on the table before he clapped his hands.
“Alright, everyone, who’s ready to get this party started?” he called out, enjoying the rush as the crowd cheered and whistled. This was what he’d always been meant for, it’s why he loved being a DJ. Performing was in his blood, and he had no plans in screwing up tonight. “Dominant number one, please step forward!”
The fire-loving dominant, Elliott, stepped forward with a serious expression on his face. Handing him the marble, Elixxir set the wheel to spinning and watched as the first dom of the night dropped the ball in. It bounced, spun, and as the wheel slowed it settled on the man’s partner.
“Lovely Lisa!” he announced, turning toward the submissives. The pretty blonde marched up the steps with a look of determination on her face, and he chuckled as he handed her the marble. Elliott moved in close, saying something to her about whether or not she wanted to do this, warning her that he wouldn’t go easy on her.
“I’m not asking you to,” Lovely Lisa snapped back.
“Oooo… I'm sensing some tension. Be careful with this one,” DJ Elixxir teased, tilting his head at Master Elliott as he remembered the man’s profile. “He doesn't have any hard limits listed on his card.”
The sub’s mouth dropped open for a moment before she composed herself, straightening her spine. “I want to remove mine also.”
“I— uhh…” Glancing down at the cards he’d tucked behind the roulette wheels, he saw that she’d chosen all four hard limits, and he looked back at her, confused as hell. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I don’t need any either,” she confirmed. “I only put them because I thought we had to.”
Why was the night starting off like this?
Glancing over at Jaxson, he saw the man shrug, waving him on with an amused expression that looked a lot like ‘it’s her funeral.’ Still, Elixxir felt uncomfortable with it. The last thing they needed in their competition with the West Coast club was to lose a couple right off the bat due to a safe word. But, it wasn’t his choice. “Alright. That’s… up to you, of course.”
The wheel spun and Lovely Lisa dropped the marble in with a look of defiance as Master Elliott shook his head, wearing a similar amused expression to Jaxson.
“Fire play!” he called, and Lisa seemed very happy with that idea as they moved off to the side.
Fortunately, the next several couples paired off without any issues or spontaneous removal of limits. Most of the pairs seemed happy, but one submissive looked downright irritated when the older dom spun her name. Yikes. As they stomped off stage, Elixxir felt sorry for the man, but ‘the show must go on.’
Glancing at the row of men, he saw the very tall dom who was up next and called him to the wheels, “Master Finnegan!”
The man had a small smile as he glanced out at the audience before joining him at center stage. Handing him the ball, he gave a quick wink and set the wheel to spinning.
“Master Finnegan, the wheel has paired you wiiiith…” Elixxir dragged out the word as the ball bounced and the roulette wheel slowed. “A very lucky lady indeed! Could Ava make her way up here?”
Glancing at the stairs, he saw that one of the DMs was helping the girl up the stairs. She looked utterly terrified, and Master Finnegan seemed to notice as he moved to meet her. Ava straightened her shoulders and took a couple of brave steps toward the wheels, when a loud crack echoed across the stage and she stumbled toward the steep drop at the edge. Instinct had him lunging from behind the wheels, but Master Finnegan grabbed her, yanking her back from the darkness beyond the stage lights.
Applause exploded in the audience as the dom lifted her in his arms and carried her the rest of the way to center stage. When he put the girl back on her feet he dropped to one knee, removing her shoes to the soft sounds of the audience’s “Aww.”
They spoke quickly, and then the large man stood behind her, nudging her toward the wheel as Elixxir offered her the little white ball.
“Spin,” Master Finnegan ordered her, already getting into the game, and Elixxir couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Looks like you two have hit things off already,” he said, winking at her as she took the marble. “Now, you both have humiliation down as a hard limit, but let’s see what the wheel has in store for your first scene.” He sent it whirring, watching the small submissive as she stared at the spinning kinks. “Anytime, Ava.”
Finally, she dropped the ball, and a moment later their destiny was revealed.
“Impact play!” he announced, watching as Finnegan led the pretty Ava away.
Glancing down at the table, he saw the abandoned popsicle stick that Mister M had refused to touch.
“Aaand number seven!” Elixxir called. The dom hesitated at the side of the stage, but after an awkward moment he started moving, and he announced the man’s chosen name. “Mister M!”
With a
flick of his wrist, he spun the roulette wheel and offered the marble to the dom, wondering if he’d refuse to take it as well. But, he didn’t. Mister M took the marble and let it drop into the blur of names. Tick, tick…
“Miss Payne!” he announced, watching one of the submissives push forward from the back. As she climbed onto the stage he saw a fox tail peeking out from the bottom of her short, black dress, and he grinned as someone in the audience let out a cheer. The new pair were watching each other with surprise.
“I… I just saw you. The other day.” Her hair was incredibly long as she tilted her head, letting it flow off her shoulder.
“I was,” Mister M confirmed, and Elixxir felt awkward as the two just stared at each other. One looking stiff, the other like a wild earth child. Interesting matches tonight.
“Miss Payne?” Elixxir interrupted their moment, holding the marble out for her as he spun the wheel of kinks. “Would you like to roll?”
“Um, yes.” She took it and let it roll fluidly off her hand, bouncing and spinning as the wheel began to slow.
When it finally settled, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. “And Miss Payne has rolled latex!”
“After you,” Mister M said, nodding toward the stairs with the manners of an old-world gentleman. If he didn’t have to be on stage all night for second and third spins, that would be a couple he’d be interested in watching, if just to see how the two polar opposites would mix.
But, he’d have to settle for second-hand accounts from the DMs, and there were still over half of the participants to match up before the clock struck eight. Welcoming the next man to the wheel, he finally got back into a routine. They moved quickly from one to the next, only concerned by the submissive who seemed like she was carrying her own play bag on her shoulder. It was a big purse, but Elixxir had thought they weren’t allowed to bring things in.
Surely someone searched it.
Either way, not his problem, and as the pair headed off the stage he looked toward number thirteen. The blond man was huge, his muscles bulging under a fitted black t-shirt that stood out among the suits and button-downs. Everything about him screamed ‘Don’t fuck with me’ and Elixxir felt a little sorry for whichever sub the tattooed dominant spun.
“Lucky number thirteen. Master R if you’ll come spin?” Please? Elixxir toned down his normally playful tone, keeping it short and sweet so that he didn’t piss the man off. The dom didn’t even look at him as he took the ball and scanned the wheel. When it started to spin, he dropped the ball almost immediately and turned to look at the last few submissives, apparently not interested in watching the wheel choose for him. Then the ball stopped and Elixxir had to stifle a laugh.
Irony must be having a field day tonight.
“Master R will be paired with Lady Luck!” he called out, watching as a pretty woman in a red dress climbed the stage. Surprisingly, Master R marched toward her, touching her back as he guided her the last few steps to the wheels.
The huge man was looking at her like he might tear off the dress center stage and take her without the formality of their spin, but Lady Luck didn’t seem to feel the same way. She was stiff, tense, and Elixxir’s discomfort ratcheted up a notch as he slid the cards in front of him to find hers.
“Lady Luck’s hard limits are: ABDL, or adult baby diaper lover, blood play, needle play, and fisting,” he clarified, as if being aware that there were limits tonight might make the man back down a little before he scared the woman into a safe word before she’d even spun the wheel.
It didn’t work.
If anything it seemed to make the man more aggressive as Elixxir, and the whole audience, watched him lean down and lick her neck.
Well… this will either be explosively awesome, or a dramatic catastrophe.
Spinning the wheel, Elixxir offered the trembling submissive the ball. She barely touched it before she threw it into the wheel like it burned her. It bounced high, almost rocketing straight out of the roulette wheel before it finally calmed and caught the spin.
A moment later it lands, and Elixxir released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Wax play!”
Not so bad, not as intense as many of the things on the wheel, which meant it would hopefully contain the intensity of the intimidating dom. Elixxir couldn’t resist watching them leave the stage, and it seemed the rest of the audience was just as curious.
Two more.
Unlike scary tattooed dom, the next man was in a suit, and his submissive seemed relieved to have been paired with him after Master R left the stage. Elixxir definitely understood, but who was he to judge? People looked how they looked on the outside, but that didn’t always mean their actions corresponded to it.
Some of the most sadistic assholes he’d seen inside Black Light had shown up in a three-piece suit and two-thousand-dollar shoes.
The last pair was their only domme and only male submissive that had signed up. The brunette was tall, beautiful, and Elixxir thought it might be fun to try that… sometime. Just to see. Maybe.
They spun flogging, and as the final couple left the stage, Elixxir returned to the front to spread his arms wide for the audience, letting his grin flash as he winked at a submissive on her knees in the front row. “Everyone’s paired up, and you know what that means! It’s time to start Valentine Roulette!”
The crowd cheered so loud that he felt the vibration of the noise in his chest. Giving a signal to the guy running the sound, they brought the music back up and Elixxir spun around, dancing a bit to the heady beat as the participants wandered off to claim their play spaces.
Roulette was officially started, for the East Coast anyway, and as Elixxir caught Spencer’s eye near the stairs he knew what that really meant.
The war is on.
Prelude
A Black Light: Roulette War Novella
By
Renee Rose
Chapter 1
Ravil
Why anyone would pay to whip a woman is beyond me.
But then, Valdemar is not Bratva, like me. He’s a diplomat. Dignified. Interested in closed-circle events that convey both prestige and sex appeal. Plus, he doesn’t have the opportunities that those of us who live by the Code of Thieves have.
“So, you will enter Valentine Roulette with me?” he persists. We’re in his house in Georgetown, and he pours me another two fingers of his favorite Russian vodka, Beluga Noble.
I imagine he considers himself some kind of nobility.
I shrug. “Why not? Da. Of course.”
I don’t make a practice of kissing ass, but Valdemar is key to our network’s smuggling trade and I’ve been ordered by the Moscow pakhan—the Bratva boss—to keep this wheel greased.
The Valentine Roulette is some kind of event at his sex club. A gameshow pairing of dominants with submissives and three activities rolled for the scenes.
I like sex. I like dominating women. I certainly don’t need to pay good rubles to do it, but whatever. For Valdemar, I will.
Valdemar loves his exclusive Black Light club in D.C. where the rich and elite spank asses together.
I thought he had important business to discuss, but it’s fine. He likes me as his wingman. Or perhaps he’s actually mine. I suppose he believes my tattoos and dangerous air give him an extra edge in an arena where alpha manliness is required. He knows women find me attractive and hopes they will overlook his birthmark the size of Leningrad if I’m with him.
The last time we went together, he kept me at his elbow the entire time, swapping and sharing women with me, inviting me to wield the crop for him. Making a big show about discussing techniques. As if there was one right way to do it. No, you dominate the woman until she begs for release or screams in pleasure. Or breaks and then screams in pleasure.
I didn’t mind. The women we played with found it hot to be objectified. They tolerated Valdemar. I made sure they both got off.
“You must fill out the application.” He opens a laptop and fi
nds the necessary screen. “This information, here.” He pushes the computer in front of me. “I know they will take you because I already called and used my diplomatic sway. They said so long as they have even pairings, you may join.”
I quickly fill out the entry form and click submit. “Done.”
He smiles at me. “Good. Now we will have our entertainment next week.”
Now I’m making a second trip to D.C. Either that, or I have to stay and lube Valdemar all week. “Is that why I’m here?”
He shrugs. “Partly. Also, I have need of your services.” He switches to Russian. “Someone I need you to teach a lesson.”
I barely manage not to roll my eyes. Seriously? Does this fuck not know I have a hundred men back in Chicago working under me who do that kind of shit? I am the Bratva boss. The mastermind. I don’t bloody my own hands anymore.
I could’ve sent a shestyorka—someone in the lowest rank of the organization—to fly to D.C. and do such a task. Or if it’s sensitive, I would’ve sent my best muscle, silent Boris, over to do the job.
I release my clenching jaw and spread my hands amiably. “As you wish.”
He beams at me. “Good. We go now.”
I stand up and crack my neck.
Fine.
But only because we need this man to keep things running.
* * *
Lucy
“I’m definitely having second thoughts about this thing.” I shake out my hands to stop wringing them.
I’m with Gretchen, my former roommate and best friend during law school. She never left D.C. after we graduated from Georgetown. Now she’s a hot shot in the Attorney General’s office and I’m…
