by Grant, Livia
“As long as you’re both enjoying yourselves, I’ll leave you in peace. I have enough shit on my plate dealing with the Dom unlucky enough to spin a fucking sub smashed out of her head on contraband vodka.” There was a pause, then, “Master Finnegan, don’t forget the private rooms if you need some downtime. I’ll have a server fetch you some water and whatever else you require. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Thanks, I think we’ll take you up on that.” Finn kissed the crown of her head as she continued to tremble. “Just the water will be fine.”
“No problem.”
“Come on, little dove, you can stop hiding now.”
They were moving away from their play area, and she sighed as his long strides ate up ground. She sensed the presence of people around them, heard murmurs, and then it seemed like the world opened itself to her ears and let the full force of Black Light wash over her.
The smack of implements meeting flesh, the resultant moans and cries. Someone somewhere was screaming, the sound so euphoric it sang in her blood along with the darker thrum of jealousy. Her ears burned when the hard, fast tempo of sex reached into her pussy and sent a fresh flood of arousal coursing through her. Nearby, the indelicate coughs and gasps of a woman choking were harsh enough to have her lifting her head weakly.
Finn’s hand cupped her cheek, urging her to rest again. “She’s okay, I promise. Her Dom is taking a great deal of pleasure from fucking her throat, that’s all. Everything’s fine.”
Ava wet her lips at the thought of servicing Finn that way. She’d never been very good at blowjobs, had always gotten criticism, so she’d abandoned any further pursuit of the act. She turned her head so she could scan the room with heavy eyes until she found the couple in question.
Holy shit, that wasn’t a blowjob.
A short, squat man stood ten feet away with his legs spread and pants open just enough for his cock to spring out. His hands fisted in the dark brown locks of a woman on her knees, her hands at the small of her back, with an intricate weave pattern of ropes binding her from wrists to elbows.
Her only point of balance was her Dominant’s grip on her head, and he was using it to his advantage, feeding his cock through her rounded lips before slamming his hips forward and making her take the full length of his shaft down her throat.
Ava turned her head away from the abundant strings of drool dripping down the woman’s heaving breasts. She wasn’t sure she was confident enough to let someone else have control over her breathing like that… and she sure as hell didn’t have faith in her gag reflex.
“Not your thing?” Finn whispered into her hair.
She shook her head, her hand gripping his vest. Closing her eyes, she could still hear the woman going strong, only now she was joined by grunted jibes from her Dom. She was relieved when Finn carried her away and the noise of the main room dimmed considerably.
“We’ll stay here for a little while,” he told her as his body folded and he settled her firmly on his lap. She squeaked and jumped as her new position pushed her metal friend deeper inside her back passage. Finn just chuckled and let her squirm. “Get your bearings, little dove, and then you can decide if you want to spin again.”
She thought of going back up on that stage beneath the lights, the smoothness of the ball in her hand, and the way her stomach did nervous little flips as the ball hopped around. She wanted to do it all again, this time without worrying over what kind of Dom she was playing with. “Will they let us spin again?”
“They have no reason not to. Everything was safe, sane, and consensual, and you didn’t safe word. If I haven’t scared you off, the only person who can stop us from rolling again is you.” He shifted, changing his hold on her so he could tuck the blanket more firmly around her. “The choice is entirely yours, little dove.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. “I… I liked that scene.”
“Yeah? It worked for you, huh?” Finn pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Even that last part?”
She bit her lower lip. “You mean where my butt exploded?”
A long rolling laugh filled the little room. “I’m quite sure your butt didn’t explode, but yes, that part. It was incredibly arousing to watch you shatter, Ava. I think I’ll enjoy it considerably more when it’s my cock being strangled by that tight hole, but I’ll take it as a victory for now.”
“What did you do, play whack-a-mole with the plug?”
“Direct hit.” Finn rocked her, his hands giving her support she hadn’t known she needed. “How are you feeling? You’re definitely brighter.”
She tilted her head to look at him. “I was dull?”
“No, Ava. I mean your eyes are clearer, your voice is stronger. You’re coming off the high. I thought you’d hit subspace but I think we were just shy of the mark this time.”
Subspace? “Um…”
“Master Finnegan, may I enter?”
Ava’s head jerked up and she gaped at the stupendously tall, stunningly slender server standing at the threshold with a tray balanced neatly on the fingertips of her right hand. Long blonde hair, several shades more golden than Ava’s own shock of white, cascaded down to her navel, twin streams of gold running over each shoulder and covering her otherwise bare breasts. Wearing only thigh-high boots with impossible heels and what was essentially a G-string made out of wire, she kept her eyes lowered.
“Sure,” Finn drawled.
“Thank you, Sir.” She reached them in three strides, sinking gracefully to her knees without so much as wobbling the tray. “Dungeon Master Cook asked me to bring your supplies, with his compliments. I have your water, and some brownies one of the littles brought in for the crowd. I believe your station is being cleared, and your bag will be brought to you shortly. Can I do anything else for you, Sir?”
Finn reached out and took the bottle off the unwavering tray, along with a small plate of brownies oozing with chocolatey goodness that made Ava drool. “This is perfect, thank you.”
Like a marionette, the server shifted seamlessly back onto her feet, almost perfectly reversing the moves she’d used to adopt her position.
“Is that normal?” Ava asked a little loudly. She offered the woman a smile when the blonde head turned, blushed when she was given a wink in return.
“Some people are born to serve others; it gives them gratification. Clubs like this are where they thrive—there’s no judgement, no derision, just an understanding. Where people thrive, they become almost iridescent with the pleasure they derive from being what they see as their true self.” Selecting a brownie, making it seem like a crumb in his big hand, Finn brought it to her mouth. “Open up. You’re too lean, little dove. Someone needs to fatten you up.”
She scoffed. Stress and an appetite the size of a walnut didn’t make for a fuller figure. “If my ass gets any fatter, there’ll be no whack-a-mole. You’d be hard pressed to find the plug, never mind nail it with a giant stick.” Her mouth popped open when his hand smacked down on her still-sore ass, then she was choking on chocolate.
“I’ll spank this ass every time you put yourself down, Ava. If your ass is so big, why can I feel the hilt of your punishment digging into my thigh while you soak my pants with that delightfully wet response?” Grinning deviously, Finn jiggled his leg beneath her ass, bouncing her on the broad span of his thigh until the scent of her arousal renewed and deepened. “My cock isn’t used to being jealous of a finger of metal. Maybe I should replace one with the other.”
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy… oh. Ava’s nails bit into the hard muscles of his arm as the plug jostled, touching naughty, sensitive places and ripping a pleading moan from between clenched teeth.
“Here, little dove, have a drink. Your voice cracked at the end there,” Finn told her, chuckling as the rim of the bottle touched her lips. “Drink as much as you can. If we spin again, I don’t want you passing out from dehydration. When you get home later, you drink more, okay? Stay hydrated.”
“Yes, Daddy
,” she mocked under her breath, then stilled when something dark and virulent flashed in his eyes. They searched hers, narrowing in speculation, before clearing.
His fingers kneaded her ass firmly, and like a whisper of breath into a tiny ember in the depths of a fire, set her alight again. He nudged the blanket off her shoulders, ran his nose along the slender line and up the side of her throat.
She damn near came when his teeth nipped her earlobe at the same time his fingers stroked over her small breast and pinched her nipple. Twin shocks of pain speared straight between her legs, triggering her limbs into springing open to give him access.
“My little pain slut,” he murmured, rolling her nipple harshly between thumb and forefinger. When she stiffened, the beautiful fire dying as though doused by a bucket of water, he didn’t stop fondling or nuzzling. “Not big on being called names, Ava?”
She shook her head adamantly. If name-calling could be on a limits list, it would be carved in stone and bronzed. Her father liked to call her horrible things—slut, whore, cunt, twat, and his absolute favorite, cum dumpster—because he loved to watch her self-esteem die an inch at a time, day by day.
Her voice was hoarse when she whispered, “I’d use my safe word.”
Finn’s temple rested against hers as he pulled her close. “Which one?”
“Red.” A tear slipped down her cheek. She wouldn’t blame him for getting up and walking away from her now—she’d heard the language used in the club, had heard Doms using the terms on their subs, and she couldn’t judge them for it. It wasn’t her right to do so. It was part of their scenes, part of building sexual tension and maybe even staking territory, but what did she know about it?
The damage her father had done to her emotionally, mentally, couldn’t be undone. He’d branded her as those things, rewired her brain to see only the negativity in them, and taken great delight in making her bow to his demands by using them to break her.
Ava wept when Finn’s arms tightened around her, cocooned her against him, and he said simply, “Good girl. Don’t ever be afraid to say no.”
They stayed that way for a few minutes as the tears came and went in waves. He was so attentive, the warmth and scent of him a blanket all its own. When she finally calmed, he reached into the pocket at his side and pulled an honest-to-God handkerchief free, wiping her face before telling her to blow her nose.
Feeling stupid, she obeyed.
He made her eat another brownie, though her stomach protested, and she finished the bottle of water under his eagle eye. Then he just studied her critically for several long seconds before asking, “Would you like to take another spin of the wheel with me, little dove?”
Because she didn’t want him to leave, she answered with, “Please, Sir.”
Chapter 6
Finn
Finn stalked toward the stage with Ava hurrying along beside him. She was adorable, trying to shield herself using his body, but he was lusting after that long, pale form and didn’t see a reason why anyone else should be denied the privilege of lusting after it too. Touching, however, was another matter entirely.
If he was more of a sadist, he’d have his branding iron searing his mark into the pristine flesh of her ass cheek before he claimed her thoroughly—mouth, pussy, ass, and every delicious inch between—and often.
From the way she responded to pain, he imagined she’d ride that high better than a bull rider in the goddamn PBR.
Subtly, he adjusted his cock in his pants as they reached the three steps leading back to the wheel. Taking her hand in his, he urged her ahead of him so the brighter light illuminating the stage spotlighted every last lash and welt. That rubber whip had done a fucking amazing job, he mused. And the honey dipper… well, from this angle, she was definitely going to be tender once the excitement of the night faded completely.
Elixxir greeted them with a grin as he bobbed his head to the music thrumming low on stage. It was barely audible, but the man seemed to be able to discern the beat easily enough. “Ah, Master Finnegan and Ava, right? Great to see you back up here tonight. You enjoying yourselves so far?”
Finn answered his grin as his hand curled around his shy sub’s neck. “Couldn’t have asked for a better spin of the wheel.”
“Fantastic. That’s what we like to hear. So, you’re aware of the rules. Thirty minutes minimum in whatever scene you draw, safe words apply, you know the drill.” Elixxir’s head hadn’t yet stopped grooving with the tune. “Ready to spin?”
Ava’s hand trembled as she reached for the little white ball the MC offered; Finn’s squeezed reassuringly on her nape, his thumb stroking soft skin as Elixxir sent the wheel whirring. He felt her take a breath before she dropped the ball.
They watched it bounce and roll erratically, and Finn eased her closer as she shivered. He pressed his other hand against her belly, as much to capture her physical reaction as to offer comfort.
“And your next scene is…” Elixxir called out loudly.
The ball rocked to a stop.
“Fisting!”
Finn blinked. In a heartbeat, Ava’s stomach sucked in so quickly he lost contact with her skin. Beneath the warm light, her skin turned chilly, and both she and Elixxir dropped their eyes to the hand at her midriff. From the floor, a barrage of cheers erupted.
The MC lifted his eyes to Ava’s face, then Finn’s as he cleared his throat. “If I remember correctly, ah, fisting wasn’t on either of your, ah… limits lists. Are you both okay with this, Master Finnegan?”
The use of his club name snapped Finn out of his shocked stupor. It was rare for something to take him by surprise and this really took the prize. But he was the Dominant in this dynamic, and he had a responsibility to his submissive to make sure she was…
His train of thought stuttered and died when her shaking fingers gripped his hand, lightly stroking over his fingers, the back of his hand. He turned it over, captured her cold hand in his. “Safe word, Ava. There’s no shame in it.”
Her throat clicked when she swallowed. “No, Sir.”
Damn it, she was stubborn. “Fine, then I will.” He pinned Elixxir with a glower. “R—”
A tiny hand slipped over his mouth as Ava whirled and silenced him. Her wide eyes conveyed she understood just what she’d done, but she shook her head fiercely. “No, Master, please don’t. Not unless you believe I can’t do this.” Her shoulders sagged as she let her hand slide away. It dropped limply to her side. “For once, I wish someone would see I’m not weak.”
He bared his teeth. Weak? She was the last person he’d ever consider weak. Torn, he offered her the truth and hoped she’d take the right way out, while knowing she wouldn’t. “I’ll hurt you, little dove. Maybe I’ll mean to, maybe I won’t, but you’re going to scream either way when that tight cunt stretches around my hand.”
She turned a little green but held her ground. Held her ground and threw his words from earlier in the night back in his face. “You told me you’d give me the pain and promised not to harm me. Does that not still stand?”
Fuck. Crafty little minx. “I don’t break my promises, Ava.”
Elixxir watched the exchange with intrigued eyes. “I, ah, the medical play area is currently available,” he interjected politely. “But it might not be for long.”
Finn glared at him a second before Ava flattened him with three little words.
“I trust you.”
The barrage of swearing he released could have put him in the history books as a sailor. Unwilling to lose control, he ground his teeth and willed himself to calm. There was consent, she was willing, and he had total control over the scene from start to finish. “You promise me, Ava, you fucking promise me the moment you need to, you safe word out.”
When she hesitated, he let his Dom have full rein. Stepping into her, crowding her, he gripped her by the throat firmly enough her eyes lost that nervous edge and rapidly dilated into pools of black liquid.
Christ, she was intoxicating.
“I promise, Master,” she breathed.
He was on her in an instant, his free hand yanking her head back by her disheveled braid while he flexed his fingers around her throat. Her eyes remained on his, transfixed by whatever she saw in them. “Louder, sub.”
“I promise, Master!” she said again, her voice stronger this time.
“And if you break that promise, little dove, what am I going to do to you?” Finn leaned down and nipped at her jaw, at the pulse bounding below his fingers. “Tell our curious Master of Ceremonies over here just how I’ll make you pay for breaking your word.”
He’d lay his hand on a Bible and swear she orgasmed in that moment. Her eyes fluttered, her teeth sank into her lower lip. A rich red flush spread over her pale cheeks like spilled red wine over a pristine snow-white carpet.
Rapid flutters of breath washed over her lips as her tongue darted out to wet them. “You’ll fuck my ass, Sir.”
“Hell yes, I will.” His mouth took hers savagely in a kiss hotter than a Montana drought. The kiss might have been blisteringly hot, but damn if she wasn’t a drink of cold water in the heat. Innocent and refreshing, tentative in the face of his aggression before her own sexual drive kicked in and she came back at him with just as much passion.
Drawing away from her cost him, but he managed to ease back before they got ahead of themselves and gave the Black Light attendees a different show than the activity they’d spun.
Finn swore he heard Elixxir mutter a prayer of thanks as he grasped Ava’s hand and tugged her off the stage. Aware of the small gathering following on their heels as he beelined for the medical play station, he realized their next scene would pull in enough attention to make her uncomfortable.
A male server stopped him as they reached the station, barefoot and nude aside from the cock cage strapped in place. “Master Finnegan, I’m sorry. You were already on stage by the time I gathered your things.” He held out Finn’s bag.
