Black Light: Roulette War

by Grant, Livia

  “The spin was breast torture,” she reminded him, keeping her gaze locked on the rope.

  “Have you ever been bound before?” he asked, letting out the end of one bundle and dropping loose rope to the ground.

  “Ben says I wiggle too much, so he puts me in handcuffs if he’s going to go hard on me,” she said before filtering herself.

  “Is Ben just a friend or something more?” Jack asked, stepping to the post and looking up at the metal ring.

  Quinn folded her arms over her belly. “A friend,” she assured him. Ben wouldn’t be breaking down any doors in a fit of jealousy to find her. He had plenty of playmates back in Chicago to keep his flogger going for years.

  Jack crooked a finger. “C’mere, Quinn.”

  The sadist grin he flashed her lit up her soul.

  Once she was standing next to the pole he held up the rope. “Put your wrists and your elbows together for me,” he instructed while mimicking the position he wanted.

  She watched with interest as he wound the rope around her wrists, then through the middle and weaved the rope one way then the other.

  “You must have been a great boyscout,” she teased.

  He laughed. “I was actually. But they didn’t teach this sort of knot tying in my troop. Had to learn it on my own.”

  After she was secured, he backed her up against the pole and raised her arms over head. Her arms pressed into her ears as he looped the end of the rope through the metal ring. She tilted her head back to watch, but the angle wasn’t comfortable.

  Once he was finished with all his tying, he stepped back appraising his work. Her body heated the longer he stared at her. Completely naked and bound, she was exposed to him.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he said, but he’d said it so softly she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right—or that she was supposed to hear him at all.

  “Is this all we’re doing?” she asked when her heart started to race.

  His eyebrow arched and he pointed a finger at her. “Back to smartmouthing?” He exaggerated a head shake then went back into his bag. When he stood back up he held a handful of wooden clothes pins.

  “Give me your tongue, Quinn.” He pinched the ends of one clothespin and held it to her mouth. Oh, fuck. She really needed to learn when to be sassy and when to shut the hell up.

  Slowly she slipped her tongue out from between her lips, and as soon as he could, he snapped the pin in place on her tongue. She jolted from the immediate pressure of it.

  “Two more.” He put the other pins on her tongue, one to the left and one to the right of the first. She tried to pull her tongue back inside her mouth, but she couldn’t close her mouth all the way.

  “There. Perfect.” He patted her cheek. “Now for these breasts.”

  Chapter 9

  Jack

  Quinn stomped her foot when none of her words were getting across properly. Jack only laughed and picked a clothespin from his hand.

  “Now, once I have you all pretty for me, the real fun can start,” he explained as he pinched her breast and placed a pin.

  “I know you like your nipples pinched, so we’ll save that for last.” He continued to decorate her heavy breasts with the clothespins until all twenty of them were used. She made such sweet sounds as he moved closer and closer to her nipple.

  “Okay, deep breath, baby.” He locked gazes with her as he let the last pin close on her puckered nipple. She whimpered as it gripped her tender flesh. He flicked the end of the pin and watched it dance, listening to the melody her mewls played. “So sweet.” He stood directly in front of her, fingers poised at both nipples. “Ready for me?” he asked.

  Her eyes went wide as realization seeped in at his intentions. She shook her head.

  “No not ready? Need me to put more on?” he asked, jerking his thumb toward his bag. He only had maybe two or three more loose at the bottom, but she didn’t know that.

  “No,” she said as best she could with the pins hanging off her tongue.

  “You sure?” He played with the ends of the pin on each nipple.

  She hissed and twisted, but there was nowhere for her to go.

  “When we first met tonight, you were awfully rude.” He tilted his head. “You didn’t think you could find any sort of real fun playing unless you were getting your ass tanned.”

  He flicked the pins and watched her wiggle.

  “Do you still think that?” he asked, positioning his hands at two more pins.

  She sucked in air while shaking her head.

  “No? Are you sure?” He flicked the ends harder. She whimpered and nodded her head. “Really sure?” He slapped her right breast hard and she cried out.

  “Yeth!” she called out, pulling down on her binds.

  He slapped her left breast and she twisted in the ropes again, but he straightened her out and delivered three more smacks to her breast. When she settled he searched her eyes.

  “You are my little pain slut, aren’t you?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. He left her on the post and went back to his bag. She was going to need a signal for him.

  “Here.” He stuffed the rattle into her hand. “If you need me to slow down, just shake it. If you need me to stop, drop it.” He cupped her chin and pulled her gaze to meet his. “Do you understand, Quinn?”

  “Yeth, Thir.” She nodded and shook the rattle.

  He sighed. He could have given up on her right at the get go. He could have written her off as a snarky bitch and just walked away. But he’d had a sense about her, a feeling in his gut that there was more to her. And here it was. The sweet submission he knew was hiding behind all her layers of anxiety and fear.

  Jack pulled out his riding crop and his favorite flogger. Handcrafted with thick leather falls and a handle perfectly balanced, it had found its way right into his heart from the first time he’d picked it up.

  “First, we’re going to take off the clothespins.” He waved the crop in her line of sight. “Then, I’m going to make these tits blush for me.” He tossed the flogger over his left shoulder, letting the falls trail down his back.

  Her chest began to rise and fall faster; her pupils enlarged. She’d been waiting all night for this and he was finally going to give her the bite of pain she craved.

  “Ready?” he asked her.

  She sucked in her belly and stood straighter, turning her face the other direction. As though burying herself could change what was coming her way.

  The crop came down fast on her left breast, knocking off two clips at once. He grunted. He’d wanted only one of them to come off. He’d have to aim better. Another flick of his wrists and another popped off to the floor.

  Quinn yelped as the fourth came off, but he wasn’t stopping. In rapid succession he flicked his wrist knocking off pins from both breasts until only two remained.

  He fiddled with the ends of the clothespin on her right nipple. “Just two more,” he said, kissing her cheek. Tears built in her eyes, but she wasn’t crying. He kissed her other cheek and moved back a few steps.

  She closed her eyes and lifted her chin.

  “One,” he counted. Her eyes squeezed tighter. “Two.” He inched closer to her. “Three.” He softly pinched the ends of the clips and eased them off her nipples.

  Her eyes flew open in surprise, and he laughed. But it wasn’t over.

  She whined as the blood began to move again and her nipples reacted to the pinch being removed.

  Jack stepped back and tossed the crop to the floor. He pulled the flogger off his shoulder and held it out for her. “More?” he asked.

  Her nostrils flared as her breath quickened. She raised her chin and gave a curt nod.

  “Good girl,” he crooned.

  Her breasts, already decorated with red splotches from the clips, bounced as he began to flog her. One easy lash, another easy lash, followed by a hard hit. She would learn to expect the unexpected with him.

  He continued to work her breasts over with the f
logger until their blush mirrored the marks from the clothespins. Watching her expression, he watched as the last bit of stress faded.

  After a particularly hard hit, she sagged in the ropes. He dropped the flogger and hurried to her side, hoisting her until she was standing upright again. Her head rolled to the side.

  This. This was the face of a sated girl. Her eyes glassed over softly, fixated on him and her lips curled into a sweet smile.

  “I’m going to take you down now,” he whispered so as not to drag her too fast from her happy place. After getting the knot out of the ropes, he wrapped one arm around her middle to hold her against him as he took the clothespins off her tongue and worked the ropes loose.

  “Jack?” Her arms wove around his neck once he had her off the post. He held her tightly, letting the ropes fall to the floor.

  “Yeah?” He kissed her temple.

  “Thank you for not getting scared away tonight.”

  Jack helped her to the chairs at the station and sat her in one. He took the seat beside her and cradled her in his arms. “It’s going to take a lot more than a little attitude to send me running.”

  She sighed and snuggled into his embrace.

  Chapter 10

  Quinn

  Quinn pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter. The soft pink blanket she’d hated at the beginning of the night turned out to be safety net. While Jack went about winding up his rope and cleaning the pole, she held the warm blanket around her feeling calmer than she had in months.

  The blanket would be going home with her.

  “Here.” Jack held out a bottle of water to her.

  “Thanks,” she said as she took it from him.

  “Drink it. Don’t just hold it.” He twisted the cap off and motioned to it.

  “So, you’re bossy in and out of a scene.” She tilted the bottle back and took a long drink of crisp cold water. All her screaming had made her throat sore. She’d blame Jack, except he’d probably just see it as a congratulatory comment.

  And if she was going to be even slightly honest—he should.

  She’d never come so fucking hard or so many times in one session with a man. Hell, she rarely had an orgasm when she played with her Doms. It was mostly impact play, aftercare, maybe a drink at the bar then she’d head home to bed, relaxed and sated. If she wanted the happily ever after, she had her trusty vibrator stationed in the nightstand drawer, ready for service.

  And he’d given her the perfect ending to the night with the flogger. To her surprise, it hadn’t been the sweet pain of the pins, or the heavy thud of the flogger that sent her nerves at ease. It had been his steady control. She could lean on him, and he wouldn’t falter.

  A trait she hadn’t expected to find. She’d only been looking for a night of fun. A quick spanking to straighten out her anxiety and she’d be done. But she’d gotten so much more. So much better.

  Jack brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I’m bossy everywhere I go.”

  She laughed, too tired to come up with a snarky response.

  “Too worn out to talk back. I’ll have to remember this.” He moved to her side and hopped back up on the table then wrapped his arm around her shoulders again.

  “It’s been a long day.” She sipped the water. “And tomorrow will be even longer.”

  “When does your new office open?”

  “We’ve already opened, but I just made the final move here. I’ve been living out of a suitcase for the past six months while we got things ready to open.”

  “Starting up a business is difficult enough. Trying to go back and forth between two places only makes it harder, I bet.” He squeezed her shoulder.

  “I shouldn’t have to travel for a little while at least. The office back in Chicago is under solid leadership. Maybe, in a few months, I’ll have to make a quick trip out there.” She paused a moment. “What about you? You’re a private investigator. Do you have your own company or work for someone?”

  He stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away.

  “I have my own office. It’s just me.”

  “Are you working a case now? Not right now, but I mean… you know what I mean.” Her cheeks flushed. Talking to him while they were knee deep in kink came easier to her than friendly chitchat.

  He laughed. “I just wrapped up a very compelling case this afternoon.” He slipped his arm from her shoulders and folded his hands in his lap.

  He was still wearing all of his clothes. He’d seen every inch of her body, but she hadn’t glimpsed more than his cock when he pulled it out from his jeans. Did he have scars littering his body from his time in the FBI? Was he apprehensive about her seeing them?

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Big divorce case. Infidelity.” His lips thinned into a straight line.

  “Seriously?”

  He grimaced. “Afraid so. Not all my cases are great, but they all pay well. In this town, there’s money flowing, and where that’s happening, shit tends to go sideways.”

  “So, you follow people around with your camera, snapping away when you find them cheating?” She couldn’t quite picture him sneaking around corners and hiding in bushes.

  “Not exactly.” He tilted his head. “Some surveillance is needed, but usually by the time I’m doing that I already have what I need to present a solid case.”

  “I’m glad I won’t have to worry about stuff like that.”

  “Stuff like what?”

  “Like being cheated on. I don’t get serious enough with a guy to make it an issue.” She handed him the empty bottle.

  “You don’t date? Don’t want to get married?” he asked with a raised brow.

  “Married?” She laughed and hopped off the table. “I have great relationships. Good friends and Doms who enjoy the play as much as I do—and don’t want to take anything home afterward.” She looked over her shoulder. “Will you excuse me a second? I really need to pee.” Between the bottle he’d made her drink at the beginning of their time and what she’d just guzzled, she really needed to relieve herself.

  “I guess I missed my chance to make you use the diaper.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  “Oh, hell yes. I don’t think I could have anyway.” She pointed to the locker rooms. “I’ll be right back.” Snagging her clothing on her way, she hustled through the crowds of people to the locker room.

  Once alone in the stall, she pressed her forehead against the door. No matter how attractive he was, no matter how much his dominance settled her nerves, and no matter how much electricity shot through her body when he kissed her—she had to remember this was all over as soon as she got dressed. One night of fun. A stress reliever. That’s all.

  Nothing changed.

  She wasn’t looking for anything but fun. Even she didn’t believe herself anymore.

  Chapter 11

  Jack

  “Hey, man. Saw your little show there at the end. Fucking hot!” Brody smacked Jack’s shoulder.

  “Thanks.” Jack nodded. He already knew how hot the scene had been. He’d be remembering it for nights to come.

  “Where’d she go? She take off already?” Brody looked around.

  “She’s in the bathroom. Why?”

  Brody shrugged. “Thought I’d see if she wanted to meet up for a play session this weekend. She looks like she could take a solid beating.”

  Jack’s teeth snapped when he clenched his jaw. Brody was a responsible Dom, Jack wouldn’t deny that, but he would just be another in a string of Doms to give Quinn the pain she wanted without the attention she needed.

  And the part that burned him the most—it wasn’t his fucking business.

  They’d been paired up by a fucking spinning wheel. That’s all. They’d played a game for the night. That’s all this was going to be.

  She’d made it clear she didn’t go looking for anything serious. She wanted what Brody had to offer.

  “I’m not really sure she’s your type,” Jack said, rubbing the
back of his neck. He had no right to intervene, but it would be a cold fucking day in hell before he willingly stood by and let Brody put his hands on Quinn.

  “Why, because of her curves? Man, I don’t care—skinny, plump, whatever. So long as the girl can follow directions, suck a mean dick, and not cry off after two lashes of the flogger.”

  How had Jack ever thought Brody was worth splitting a few beers with? Suck a mean dick? Well, fuck yeah, she did, but, dammit, Brody’s cock would not touch her.

  “Hey.” Quinn appeared all dressed in her black blouse and slacks again, though she’d left three buttons of the top undone, giving Jack a bird’s eye view of what he may never get to touch again. Unfortunately, it also gave Brody something to wet his fucking whistle.

  “Hi, sweetheart.” Brody stepped closer to her. “I didn’t get a chance to really meet you earlier at the bar. I’m Brody.” He stuck his hand out toward her.

  Hadn’t he called her a bitch at the bar? Telling her that little tidbit would probably spoil Brody’s plans, but it would give him a shiny new label of asshat as well.

  “Oh. Yeah. I was a little nervous at the start of the night, sorry if I was stand offish. I’m Quinn.” She grabbed Brody’s hand and pumped it before letting him go. Her gaze trailed over Brody’s shoulder to Jack. Did she want saving, or was she interested and wanted Jack to haul ass?

  “Nice to meet you. I was just telling Jack here your scene was pretty amazing.”

  If he licked his lips, Jack was going to punch his throat.

  Quinn’s gaze flickered back to Brody with a polite smile. “Thanks.” She shuffled her feet.

  “Your shoes.” Jack walked over to the chairs where he’d stashed her flats and brought them back to her.

  “Thanks.” She took them and dropped them to the floor then toed each foot into them. “So, how do you and Jack know each other? Work together?”