by Grant, Livia
“We have three matches to start the night that were pre-determined based on preferences. First up, Mistress Agonee, and her sub for the night — Corey! Come spin your first kink, Corey!” Madison welcomed them on stage, pairing off the male sub and his domme with their kink. They were followed by two women, and then two men. The last male sub getting a swat on the ass as his dom led him off the stage.
“All right, now we’re back to what Roulette is known for. The game of chance where dominants spin to discover who they’ll spend the evening with. First up is Master Adam!”
The couples paired off quickly, efficiently, and Madison felt like all of her preparation and planning were at least partly to thank for it. She was still riding the high of the last couple’s entertaining classroom role play spin when she turned to look for the man who had drawn number five — and her stomach dropped.
Shit, what is his name.
He was a Daddy… a Daddy with a weird letter starting his name. The silence felt deafening in her ears as she started to panic, all of her overconfident comments to Trevor before they’d arrived coming back to haunt her. Zane? Zurich? Xavier!
“Our next dom up to the wheel is Daddy Xavier. Come on over and roll for your submissive!” she called out, sweeping her arm at the roulette wheels as she smiled broadly to cover the momentary lapse of memory. Fortunately, it seemed no one noticed the lengthy pause, and the handsome man approaching the wheel was plenty distracting for the subs waiting their turn. “Here you go,” she said, handing the man the little marble as she set the wheel to spin.
Daddy Xavier dropped it without hesitation, and a moment later it found its mark.
“Dolly!” she announced, looking to the group of submissives, waiting. No one moved.
Shit.
“Dolly?” she called again, taking a few steps toward the stairs. “Is Dolly here?”
Finally, a tall, dark-haired woman broke away from the group and started toward the stairs where Daddy Xavier met her like a real gentleman. The two seemed to be struck with each other, moving closer together, and Madison felt the ticking of the clock inching toward the start time.
“There will be plenty of time for staring adoringly into one another’s eyes later,” she said, interrupting their intense gazes. “Come on over and spin for your first activity, Dolly.”
A few laughs filtered through the audience as they joined her at the wheel and Dolly took the marble, dropping it in almost as soon as Madison set the wheel spinning.
“Pet play!” she announced when it stopped, smiling at the woman. “Oh, how fun! You’ll make the cutest kitten or puppy, Dolly.” Giving her a wink, she watched as Daddy Xavier led the woman off stage.
Scanning the group of men, she found the one who had drawn number six. He was definitely attractive, but she got the feeling he wasn’t very friendly. The rest of the dominants had talked with each other, but Pierce Montgomery hadn’t even looked at them. He’d barely even looked at her when he drew his number.
Summoning a broad smile, Madison looked over at him. “Next up is Pierce! Are you ready to find out who you’ll spend Valentine’s with?” she asked, but he didn’t even try to respond. His eyes were skimming the group of submissives, trying to see through the bright lights as she offered him the ball. “Looking for someone specific?” she asked away from the mic and he finally looked at her.
“It’s all random chance, isn’t it?” he replied, a smirk teasing his lips as he took the ball from her hand.
“True,” she acknowledged and spun the wheel. He dropped the marble in without hesitation, and it clattered until it came to rest next to one of the other littles. “Baby!” she called, immediately wondering how this odd mix would turn out.
When the woman didn’t move, Madison almost groaned aloud. Taking two steps toward the edge of the stage, she repeated the summons, “Join us up here on stage, Baby, so you can spin your first kink!”
Unlike Daddy Xavier, Pierce didn’t move to meet the girl wearing a cute schoolgirl outfit. And it seemed like Baby wasn’t excited about her pairing, because she stopped several feet away from him at the edge of her wheel.
Offering an encouraging smile, Madison handed her the ball and whispered, “You got this.”
The wheel spun, and Pierce moved behind the little sub, whispering something against her ear that made the girl’s eyes go wide before she dropped the ball into the wheel. It bounced high, rattling around before it finally began to whir around, bouncing until it landed.
“Humiliation!” she announced, unable to hide her grin as Pierce led the stunned babygirl toward the stairs.
That will be an interesting pair.
Several couples matched up relatively quickly, including a nervous girl in a red dress that managed to drop the marble for the roulette wheel. Her dom had chased it down with good-natured laughter, and whatever he’d whispered in her ear had seemed to calm her down, because she was smiling by the time they spun wax play. Madison had a warm, fuzzy feeling in her stomach as she watched them walk away, and she turned her attention back to the last dominants.
“Tanner47 you’re up!”
The dom stepped forward, looking relaxed, carefree, and his smile lit up his whole face as he met her at the wheel, dimples giving him a boy-next-door charm. “Put me in, coach,” he said softly and she couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Well, let’s get right to it!” she cheered, returning his smile as he took the marble. “Spin the wheel and drop the ball for your play partner for the night.”
The room was abuzz with activity already with almost all of the couples paired off, many of them getting to know each other near the steps to the stage, and the dom and subs steadily dwindling.
And one more sub was about to be off the docket. “Quinn!” she announced as the marble chose his play partner for the evening.
Tanner47 seemed to be familiar with the woman, welcoming her with a wide grin. The woman, Quinn, seemed less excited than him, but she took the ball when Madison offered it.
Spinning the wheel, she waited for the woman to drop it, but the sub was distracted, which she couldn’t blame her for. The man was handsome. “Just drop the ball once the wheel is spinning, and we’ll find out your kink for at least the first thirty minutes,” she reminded Quinn, and the submissive finally let the marble go.
Oh, this will be good.
“Diaper play!” she called out excitedly, a little louder than necessary, because that was sure to earn them a few points in the war with Black Light East.
“Is that on your hard list?” Tanner47 asked, and Madison looked at Quinn’s irritated expression. For a moment she thought the sub might lose her temper, but the woman’s eyes just closed as she took a breath.
“No,” Quinn answered.
“Mine either,” her dom replied with a chuckle.
“Great. Looks like you’re set then!” Madison smiled, waiting for them to clear the stage so she could knock out the last few pairs.
A well-liked shibarist got matched with a masochist, spinning watersports which neither had placed on their limits list. Then another dom was paired to a curvy redhead that she knew enjoyed pain, and as they spun for their kink Chase stepped up behind her.
“There’s a small problem, we may have to use an alternate for the last dom,” he whispered, and Madison kept her cheerful expression plastered on her face as butterflies took off in her stomach. Chase gave her an encouraging pat on the back and continued, “Karly Starr still isn’t here, but her Uber is supposedly close. I need you to stall until I figure out what we’re doing.”
The pornstar?
Unfortunately, Madison couldn’t draw attention to Chase by asking him any of the questions whirring through her head, so she just gave him a quick nod before announcing the couple’s kink, “Flogging!”
Glancing over at the final dom, Master Wilde, she could see Chase speaking with him, but he wasn’t giving her any kind of signal. So, she stalled.
“Before we get
to our final couple and get Roulette started, I’d like to remind all of our attendees that just like last year we have an amazing silent auction happening in the bar area tonight. Proceeds from your bids will go to support some great, sex-positive charity organizations here in Los Angeles, and I took a peek earlier so I can tell you that you will definitely want to check it out.” Madison checked on Chase and Master Wilde again, seeing Chase on his cellphone, but he caught her eye and rotated his finger in the air. Keep stalling. Okay. “For those of you looking for something for your playroom at home, we have some gorgeous handmade BDSM furniture from our very own dungeon monitors, Tyler and Dave Darden! There’s also some beautiful toys and tools from our local BDSM community, some getaway packages, and some spa days if you feel like treating your sub to something special after an intense session.”
Chase moved close, but he didn’t stop her, so she continued to ramble. Reminding participants about their responsibility to cast their vote for their favorite scene or couple of the night, as well as the available snacks and drinks. The crowd was starting to get antsy when she finally saw one of their security staff leading Karly Starr, a well-known pornstar, through the crowd. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, but Madison was surprised to see her in a rather subdued business suit instead of a revealing outfit.
That’s a surprise.
“Go ahead and introduce them,” Chase whispered.
“Okay, we’re ready for our last couple to meet each other and to see what they are going to roll on the wheel,” Madison called out, spreading her arms toward each of them. “Let’s welcome our last submissive, Karly Starr, to the stage to join her Dom, Master Wilde.”
As soon as the two met at center stage, their height difference was apparent. Master Wilde towered over the actress, and Madison noticed that part of the reason for the difference was that Karly Starr was… barefoot.
Don’t ask.
Handing Karly the marble, she spun the wheel and waited for her to drop it as Master Wilde stepped behind his sub for the night, whispering something to her. Karly dropped it in, and Madison felt as anxious as everyone else to get the event started.
Click. Click. Click.
“Pony play!” Madison announced, but the pair in front of her were busy whispering to each other. Fortunately, Master Wilde looked over as the wheel stopped moving and caught sight of their first kink, a chuckle rolling out of him.
The couple wasn’t moving, but they were already several minutes past the start time, so Madison stepped around the table to face the crowd. Putting all of her positive energy into her voice, she smiled and kicked off Roulette with an energetic, “I can tell our couples are excited to get started, so everyone have fun and play safe!”
Everyone started to pour out of the overheated theater, and Madison knew that the fun was just beginning. They’d spun a fun collection of first kinks, and their members were always adventurous — she just had to hope they outperformed the East Coast.
Because after tonight, she’d definitely need her Caribbean vacation.
Wicked
A Black Light: Roulette War Novella
By
Jennifer Bene
Chapter 1
Pierce
Not having his phone inside Black Light was one of his least favorite things about the club, the other was the obnoxious members. They were a bunch of fake L.A. shells, and he was the asshole with a trust fund and no interest in dealing with them. Even with his reputation people seemed to think he wanted to listen to their bullshit stories or answer meaningless conversational filler questions. But they were as deep and interesting as a puddle of piss on Sunset Boulevard.
At least if he had his phone he could scroll an article, or watch porn — anything to strategically avoid the desperate looks of the random subs in attendance for Roulette. Watching or participating.
Fuck.
Speaking of desperate, from across the room he saw a silver mini-dress flittering in the lights heading directly toward him. The woman’s name was Anna, or Sarah, or… something that rhymed with blow-out-my-fucking-brains-uh, and he’d made the unfortunate decision to fuck her three weeks before. And despite avoiding her, his money meant she wasn’t giving up her pursuit so easily.
If she’s on the wheel for roulette, I’m walking out right now.
“Pierce!” she screeched, holding her arms wide as she approached as if she actually thought he’d hug her. When he only raised an eyebrow at her, she dropped them to her sides to giggle. “Oh my God, I’ve been looking for you, you dirty boy! Where have you been hiding?”
“What do you want, Sarah?” he asked, not even looking at her as she tittered again.
“It’s Neva, silly! Neva Hawthorn. And, duh, I’m here to watch Roulette and you should come sit with me.”
Pierce didn’t even try to hide his complete lack of interest in being anywhere near Neva Hawthorn as he brought his unimpressed gaze back to her. “No.”
“What?” Neva’s voice was a screech that reached a pitch only small, yappy dogs could hear, and Pierce gritted his teeth at the sound. “Um, do you not remember that we had an awesome time together?”
“You made sure the entire club knew that you had a good time, that’s for sure.” The comment was half under his breath, but she managed to hear him even over the din of conversation and the low music.
“And what does that mean?” she snapped, scoffing.
“It means that you screaming like a b-rated pornstar isn’t even remotely attractive, and no amount of plastic surgery is going to gift you a decent personality, Neva.” It was almost worth tolerating her presence just to see the look of surprise on her face as her artificially plumped lips parted in shock.
“Are you kidding me? You want me to apologize for coming loudly? Whatever, Pierce! You liked it! You got off!” Neva was raising her voice, and people were looking. The vapid rabble hungry for a little bit of gossip, and he was done.
“I have a dick, Neva. It’s not complicated. A lot like you.”
“You’re an asshole,” she accused, and he laughed.
“That’s one of the only honest things I’ve heard out of your mouth,” he replied, but he stopped himself from saying the other shit on his mind. He saw through her like he did the rest of them. Her blatantly obvious need for outside approval, her obsession with her image, the bottomless pit of self-esteem issues that was the deepest thing about Neva Hawthorn. Pierce shook his head and tried to remind himself that he’d signed up for Roulette to toy with someone new, not get kicked out by the DMs for causing a scene.
“You’re going to come crawling back to me when you want some in a few weeks and I—”
“You’ll what?” he challenged, letting a smirk spread across his face as he finally met her eyes. They both knew, if he just snapped his fingers, she’d ride his cock for the off chance he’d take her out. Hang out on her arm. Bankroll the lifestyle she wanted. When she just stood there, Pierce pushed himself off the wall, standing to his full height of 6’ 2” to tower over the little idiot. Her neck craned back as he looked her up and down and shook his head. “It’s not happening again. Go entertain yourself somewhere else. Now.”
Instead of scaring her off, Neva’s pupils dilated, a flush darkening her chest and cheeks as she stared up at him without moving. “I like it when you talk like that.”
“I don’t care.”
“Look, the nonchalant dom thing is hot, but I just want you to come sit with us. My friend and I reserved a table in the bar area when we didn’t get into Roulette this year. We can catch up, watch the fun, and then maybe later all three of us could—”
Chuckling, Pierce rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall again. “Not interested.”
“WHY!” Neva shouted, a furious pout on her lips, but he just laughed under his breath.
“Because I am playing in Roulette this year.” He shrugged a shoulder and shoved off the wall, scooping up his bag from the floor. “And I’m not playing with you
again. Ever.”
Without wasting another molecule of oxygen on the girl, he marched toward the theater where he saw members already filing in. It was an excuse to get away from Neva’s desperation, and allow him a few more minutes to examine the potential toys for the evening. At least Roulette had defined edges and whichever sub he spun on the wheel would understand that this was a one-night thing. A head fuck, a real fuck, and then a little aftercare to put her back together again and keep himself in good standing with the club before he moved on.
It would be his entertainment for the night.
Entertainment that hopefully wouldn’t follow him around Black Light in the coming weeks trying to snag him for Instagram fodder like Neva fucking Hawthorn.
Pierce weaved through the gathered attendees and dropped his bag near the base of the stairs, scanning the women who had lined up on the submissive side of the stage. They were all so easy to read. One of them was clearly uncomfortable in the short dress she wore. Bright red and barely covering her ass, it was like a neon sign that screamed ‘insecurity’ in bright letters. Her eyes were flitting around the room like a trapped bird, and he knew he’d have her in tears before the first kink was half-over. Of course, the woman to her right wasn’t any better. Textbook L.A. Probably a D-list actress from a daytime soap opera with declining ratings who thought she’d be the next big name. She’d have the haughty attitude to match and not a true submissive bone in her body. Hell, he would call red before he’d put up with that shit for three hours.
It’s not like he needed the free month.
And, really, he didn’t know what the fuck he needed.
Need was too complex to contemplate, but Pierce knew what he wanted. A sub that he could put on her knees, push her face to the floor while whispering in her ear what a dirty little slut she was. A woman who would crawl for him, drool for him, let him use her like furniture. Like an object. And when he had her so spaced out she didn’t hesitate to obey, to come to whatever filthy name he called her — then he’d make her come until she cried. Fuck her until there was nothing else in the world but his voice in her ear, owning every single inch of her body.
