by Grant, Livia
Karly flailed her arms just before she hit the water with a flat splat. Her loud scream as she splashed had to attract a lot of attention from spectators in the area of the pool.
Once he saw her head duck under the water, Sean stepped into the pool right next to her, reaching out to capture her and drag her back down with him as he went under.
Within seconds she was fighting him like a wildcat, scratching and hitting in an attempt to break free. The only reason he kicked them to the surface as soon as he did was that her back was to him and he couldn’t see her eyes. Had he known her better, perhaps it wouldn’t have been as important, but tonight—their first time playing together—he needed to prove to her that he would honor her safe word if she used it. As a newbie to the BDSM lifestyle, she needed to know that while most Doms might break a lot of rules along the way, they would always honor the use of a submissive’s safe word. If they didn’t, they weren’t a Dom, they were just an asshole who liked rough sex.
He felt a bit like an asshole himself when he realized how much Karly’s gasp of air turned him on. Her back was still to him as he wrapped his left arm around her neck, keeping her above water while still holding her tight enough that she had to fight for air while in the headlock.
Sean leaned forward to growl against the shell of her ear. “Now, I’ll ask again. What’s your real name?”
Several seconds ticked by with no answer, so he upped their game. Releasing her neck, he shoved her head face first into the water. Holding her under was too easy. Karly flailed, trying to knock his hand away from the back of her head.
When he knew she had to be low on oxygen, he yanked her head out of the water by the totally messed up high ponytail. It would prove a wonderful handle for this kink.
Karly’s sputtering was different this time. Less angry… more panicked. He didn’t underestimate the importance of fear and panic to a kink like breath play. By its definition, he was playing with life and death. Still, he knew he would rather cut off his own dick than actually hurt Karly, but she didn’t know that.
As she gasped for air, he demanded. “I can’t see your eyes when I have you underwater so your safe word is now snapping your fingers. And now… I’ll ask again. By the next time you come up, I expect either the word yellow or your real first name to come out of that pouty mouth of yours, got it?”
He didn’t bother waiting for her to answer, shoving her head underwater again instead.
Sean counted to ten, not overly high, and yanked her back up again.
Her scream of, “Fuck you!” didn’t surprise him in the least. Karly Starr was nothing if not a spitfire.
He struggled to spin her flailing body around in his arms. He needed to see her eyes. This wasn’t the kind of kink play where he could guess.
The heat of her gaze had to have the temperature of the water warming up around them. The rough game was turning his little submissive on, and that turned him on even more.
Sean clamped his hand over her mouth, but couldn’t manage to pinch off her nose so he did what every good Dom would do—he released her body with his left hand to pinch her nose and then shove her head underwater, following behind her himself.
While he had never been a competitive swimmer, he’d certainly honed his water skills by swimming almost every day in the hot California summers as a kid. He had no problems forcing them deep enough that he was able to kick off the bottom of the pool when he was ready to surface.
His hands released her face just as they broke above the water. This time Karly added coughing to her sputtering. She smacked his hands away as he reached to comfort her. The only reason he was able to subdue her relatively easily was her labored breathing—a combo of him cutting off her air, but also from the exertion from trying to escape.
Sean had no desire to push her so hard that it was no longer fun for his sub. He waited longer, giving her a chance to catch her breath as he swished away the long, wet hair that had escaped her hair tie and matted to her face.
“Now, are you ready to tell me your real name yet, or should we go another round?”
Karly coughed a few times before answering, “Why do you care so much?”
Why did he care?
“I guess because what we’re doing together tonight is very personal. Intimate. It feels wrong to not at least know your real name. You don’t need to tell me your last name if you don’t want.”
She still hesitated, before answering quietly. “Stephanie, okay? My name is Steph.”
“Stephanie.” He tried it out, adding, “I like it.”
“So happy to please you, sir.” Her answer was complete sass, of course.
“Not that you asked, but I’m Sean.”
“Sean…” The grin that spread across her face was captivating. So much so, he didn’t see it coming—her knee with a direct hit to his balls.
“Fuck!” he cried out as he released her, lowering his hands to his injured manhood. The only thing that had saved him from total disaster was the resistance of the water had slowed her kick to more like a grazing. Still, his little Stephanie had just upped the ante in their little game.
I hope her ass can handle the punishment she’s just earned.
Chapter 10
Stephanie
The distraction had done its job. Master Wilde had released her to nurse his balls and Karly kicked away from him, making it to the edge of the pool. She struggled to pull herself out of the water without the aid of a ladder.
She could sense him getting closer by the time she succeeded at crawling over the edge to her knees next to the pool. Sean got to her in time to grab her wrist, but she yanked free, pushing to her feet as she started jogging back toward the shower.
Stephanie had no idea why the hell she was playing so hard to get. More than anything she wanted her Dom to catch her and shove that impressive cock of his inside her. If she’d been attracted to him before he’d taken his clothes off, she was literally drooling for him now.
And it wasn’t just his cock that she admired. Sean Wilde was a perfect specimen of virility. Muscular, but lean. The perfect amount of dark body hair to scream that he was all man, and impressive tattoos that hinted at some of the dangerous hobbies he seemed to enjoy. Motorcycles, rock climbing, sky diving… The guy was a walking daredevil and had been disguised behind that conservative button-down shirt.
She suspected her Dom was hiding a few things from the world, just like she was. The idea made her feel closer to him.
That was the last thought before he caught up to her, hugging her hard from behind before she could even get past the last post. The half-dozen circular pillars that ran from floor to ceiling on either side of the pool gave the space a definite Roman bath vibe. Steph wiggled to be free, not willing to make things too easy on him as he dragged her the few feet to the pillar.
She took solace in noticing how hard her Dom was breathing himself as they struggled. She didn’t realize he was working her hands above her head until it was too late. She felt the padded restraint around her wrist just before hearing the lock engage. Within seconds he had her second wrist restrained and only then did he step away from her so he could bend over, hands on his knees.
“You really are a little hellfire, aren’t you?” he said as he took deep cleansing breaths.
“So glad you noticed,” she shouted as she kicked off the pillar, trying to get free, but exhausting herself instead.
Her shoulders hurt like hell because she could hardly touch the floor with her tippy toes. Even when she stopped flailing around, she could barely get any weight off her arms with her toes, but then her feet would hurt. Back and forth she shifted, hating her predicament. When the pain grew close to too much, Stephanie growled, still refusing to call out her safe word.
Through the strands of messy, wet hair that had fallen in front of her face, she kept her eyes on the man currently playing the cat to her mouse. She was caught in his trap. All that remained was figuring out when and how he would pounce n
ext.
But instead of pouncing, Sean reached out his right hand to take the already hard cock hanging heavy between his muscular legs in his palm, stroking himself slowly as his eyes devoured her from a safe distance.
Despite being the one captured and tied up, Stephanie felt powerful in that moment. It was her body that was responsible for the feral look filling the eyes of the man in front of her. Minutes went by while she watched his sexy show, her shoulders hurting more each second that passed.
She was about to beg him to let her arms down when he walked a few feet away to a small table along the wall where several bowls of items she couldn’t see were placed.
Steph may not know what all of the items were on the table, but when Sean turned she noticed he was rolling a condom down the length of his long cock. Her insides cramped, anxious to be filled by that perfect erection.
Sean picked up speed with each deliberate step toward her until he took the last few steps at a jog. He lunged forward, returning both of his hands around her neck, and squeezing hard enough that he lifted her toes completely off the floor.
Stephanie panicked. She’d forgotten their roll of the wheel had landed them on breath play. Within seconds she started to feel light-headed as her pulse raced.
“Christ, I love holding your life in my hands, Karly. I can feel your blood pounding through your carotid artery. You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”
Despite having her immobilized, Sean loosened his grip enough that she wasn’t having trouble breathing, showing that her trust in him to take care of her wasn’t misplaced.
“Lift your legs. Wrap them around my waist,” he barked.
That proved easier said than done. As she struggled, she realized just how exhausted she really was. As much as she would hate for their night to end soon, Steph was running out of steam. Regardless, as soon as she succeeded, Sean moved one hand up to help hold her legs, effectively relieving some of the pull against her shoulders, while still squeezing her neck with his other hand.
The relief was palpable.
“Now, I think you owe me an orgasm or two, don’t you, my little pony?”
Steph couldn’t agree more, so when he lined his shaft up with the opening of her cunt and plunged balls-deep inside her, she cried out with both relief and a twinge of pain. She suspected she’d be feeling the effects of the fisting for a few days.
He was so big… long… filling.
And shit did the man know how to use that tool of his. Sean lifted and shifted her body until he had her positioned exactly how he wanted her and then the real fucking started. Thrust after thrust slid through her wetness, hitting places deep inside her. As an adult entertainer, she’d literally fucked hundreds of men in her life. She’d thought she had done it all sexually.
Tonight she knew just how wrong she’d been.
Sean Wilde had introduced her to a whole new world. Before roulette, sex had turned into a simple itch that she needed to get scratched every so often. But tonight, the itch had exploded and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get enough of Sean’s domination. He’d introduced her to a new layer of intimacy.
“Eyes.” His command was simple.
Complying was hard.
She’d closed her eyes, letting the physicality of his domination of her body wash over her. When she did gaze into his eyes, she was rewarded with that feral hunger she’d noticed earlier. Sean’s eyes were wild with desire as his fingers along her neck tightened again, cutting off more of her precious air supply.
Sean shifted the angle of his body, driving the tip of his cock even deeper as he pounded her again and again. The metal clasp of her wrist restraints was banging against the stone pillar to the same vulgar beat as her fucking. Hard, fast, and steady he thrust while her vision started to be invaded by tiny white stars. Somewhere in her brain, the word blink came to mind, but the pleasure was too intense to worry about something as silly as breathing.
Her orgasm exploded without warning when Sean released her neck and, hooking his arms under the back of her knees, folded her body in half. Stephanie’s pussy was more exposed than ever and Sean took advantage of the new angle by plunging back inside her.
The scream that rang out was hers. He was too deep. It hurt, yet it was somehow perfect. This, right here, was exactly what she’d come to Black Light for. The best fuck she’d have maybe ever.
He was generous, giving her another orgasm before he roared his own release. As if they hadn’t already attracted enough attention before, every single person in the club had to hear his roar of satisfaction as he shot ropes of cum into the condom.
“Shit, that was amazing, Stephanie,” he growled against her ear before placing kisses down her neck, nipping at her bare shoulder.
His use of her real name caught her off-guard. She’d forgotten she’d told him. How long had it been since a man had even cared enough to ask for her name, let alone use it? In her experience, men preferred to only think about how they were boning a pornstar when they were with her. It somehow fed their ego or some bullshit like that.
Should it really surprise her that Sean Wilde was once again different than so many of the other men she’d been with in the past?
An unexpected sadness filled her as the club lights started to brighten just as the sexy music started to fade away.
Their night together was over.
This had to be what Cinderella felt like when the clock started to chime midnight. To Stephanie, it seemed like her fantasy night was about to disappear—poof—up in a cloud of smoke, leaving her to once again don her wrinkled business suit and broken pair of shoes to wander back out into the real world where she’d once again turn into the CEO of her prosperous sex toy business.
The next few minutes felt like a whir as spectators and contestants interacted, chatting about the highlights of the evening. Sean left her wrapped in a huge beach towel while he gathered up their clothes and talked to one of the DMs.
By the time he came back to the comfy chair he’d left her in, her eyes were drooping. She was so damn tired, but she needed to pull it together long enough to call an Uber to drive her home to Huntington Beach.
Sean pulled her to her feet, letting the towel fall to the floor and holding out a plush black robe. “Here, put this on. I don’t want you to catch a chill.”
“I can’t wear a robe in my Uber. Where’s my suit?” She tried to muster her strength.
“You aren’t taking an Uber. At least not tonight. It’s too late.”
Tears pricked at her eyes as she realized how much she liked having someone give a shit about something as mundane as calling a car. She didn’t dare tell him she didn’t want the night to end yet, but reality was closing in. This hadn’t been a date. It was one night. A game.
“I live over an hour away down in Huntington. You don’t need to play prince charming all of a sudden.”
“Stephanie…” he started, but she cut him off to continue.
“Listen, it’s after eleven. The game is over. You aren’t responsible for me anymore.”
“The hell I’m not. I pushed you hard as hell tonight. You’re gonna be in subdrop for a while yet. I need to get some food and water in you. Then you need a hot bath, followed by an even hotter fucking while bent over the end of my king-sized bed. Then I’m going to tuck you in and spoon you while we both fall asleep.”
Is this guy for real?
He’d stunned her into silence. He had her wrapped in the black robe before she woke up enough to pull away. “I’m confused. I don’t know what happened here tonight, but I know this. I’m not going home with you, Sean. At least not tonight.”
His handsome face with the perfect trace of scruffy beard lit up in a panty-melting grin. “That’s great, because I’m not going home tonight either.”
He wasn’t making any sense.
“I rented a suite upstairs above Runway. We are literally steps away from the elevator that’ll take us to our room. I’ll have you in that hot bathtub
in ten minutes, and well-fucked and sleeping within the hour.”
Shit, that offer tempted her. She shouldn’t. They barely knew each other.
He shoved his fist up your pussy and made you squirt, Steph. You know each other enough.
“Well-fucked and sleeping within an hour?” she asked.
“I’ll be the perfect gentleman tonight. I promise.” He didn’t wait for her answer, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her into motion toward a small elevator she’d never noticed at Black Light before.
It was only after the doors closed and the lift was in motion that Sean added a sly promise. “Now, in the light of tomorrow morning, Master Wilde is going to press you onto your knees and shove his cock down your throat. Your breakfast is going to be a few ropes of cum. It will go perfectly with the ass fucking you’re gonna get in the shower.”
She’d come just wanting to get laid. It looked like she got everything on her wish list… and so much more.
The End
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and her furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won't be able to put down. Livia's fans appreciate her deep, character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance... well, almost.
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