by Grant, Livia
He’d come commando, and the look in Nalani’s eyes showed she approved.
“Open wide, kitten. Let’s see that throat I’m about to fuck.”
Shane forced himself to pay attention to Nalani instead of his growing need, watching for any sign of panic. Not only was there none, she didn’t wait for instructions before lunging forward to take the tip of his cock into her mouth.
God, it felt so good to have her tongue lathing him again. He was not cut out to live the life of a monk. Their months of celibacy had taken its toll on him.
Shane relaxed back against the couch, pulling Nalani with him. As she leaned over his body, he thrust his hips up off the couch, forcing his erection deep enough in her throat, she gagged.
He had to push down the guilt for taking what he needed from her, yet if he were honest, her sputtering around his shaft was music to his ears.
“Hands behind your back. I’m not going to restrain you—not tonight—but I’m in control, kitten.” His words coincided with him thrusting his fingers through her already messy hair, using it as a handle to control the action. The push of his hips off the leather was erratic, mixing shallow thrusts with deeper plows that drew the gagging he’d missed so damn much.
“Eyes,” he demanded as soon as she’d taken every inch of him. He stilled his hips as she opened her expressive eyes that were watering from the excursion. He could see her nose was running, and there was copious spittle leaking out of her mouth, pooling on his groin.
She was a hot mess, yet she’d never been more beautiful to him.
He wasn’t going to last long, and as tempting as it was, he wasn’t going to blow down her throat, at least not tonight. He’d been saving this load, and it belonged in her pussy—correction, his pussy.
Nalani gasped for air as he pulled her mouth off his cock. He didn’t give her a chance to recover, moving his hands from her hair to under her arms, lifting her off her knees like a rag doll.
He wasn’t going to be accused of being too gentle tonight. He shot to his feet, pulling her with him until he could step away from the couch enough to shove her down against the leather.
It was his turn to fall to his knees in front of her, reaching out to hook his arms around her legs and yanking her until her pussy was at the edge of the couch. He had to dispose of her panties before he could grab each of her ankles and spread her open. Her wetness glistened in the club lighting, encouraging him to lunge forward to taste her.
From one end of her slit to the other, he lapped at her with his tongue, teasing her sensitive nubbin until he could feel it swelling against his tongue.
“Oh, Shane, that feels so good.”
On another day, he would chastise her for using his name instead of sir. On another day, he’d remind her to keep her hands above her head unless instructed otherwise, but tonight, the feel of her hands running through his hair as she humped her hips up to meet his tongue only edged him higher.
He’d missed the intimacy of this so much. He’d missed the taste of her. There were other things—darker things—he’d missed that would wait for another day. A day when they were both stronger.
But right now, he’d waited long enough to be inside her.
Shane leaned up, pushing to his feet while still holding her ankles. He stood tall over her on the couch below, bending her open legs back until her feet touched the back of the couch. His erection protruded proudly from his body, making it easy to line up the tip where his tongue had just been.
His brain shouted for him to be gentle, but he remembered she wasn’t glass. He paused, giving her ample time to call for a timeout, but the safeword didn’t come.
Their eyes met just as Shane plunged forward, filling her pussy in one hard thrust. Her loud cry of “yes” as he bottomed out inside her encouraged him to set a fast pace. His hips pistoned into her, their bodies slapping together loudly as he took possession of her—once and for all.
“This pussy is mine, kitten, not yours. Say it,” he ordered.
“It’s yours. Only yours.”
“Good girl. And because you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to let you come for me tonight.”
It was as if she were waiting for permission. He had barely finished his words and could feel her squeezing him as she fell apart in his arms, crying out her orgasmic high.
But Shane wasn’t done. He rode her hard through one orgasm, then started demanding another.
“You’re gonna come again, baby. This time, with me.”
He took her nonsensical mumbles as she came down from her sexual high as a good sign.
She was so light, it was easy to drop her feet and hug her chest to him as he lifted her up—his shaft still deep inside her—retaking a seat on the couch. She had always been thin, but having lost weight since the attack, it was easy to move his hands to her hips, lifting her, then letting gravity slam her body down to impale herself, over and over.
Shane loved this position, not only because it gave her the appearance of being in control, but he was able to look into her eyes as he demanded her next orgasm.
“So close. Come with me, baby.”
Shane let the first wave of euphoria consume him as Nalani bounced up and down on his cock until she cried out, collapsing in his arms as she laid spent, each of them trying to catch their breath.
“You look exhausted, kitten. Let’s go upstairs where I can tuck you in.”
Nalani lifted her head from his shoulder, her warm brown eyes sparkling with love.
“That sounds perfect. Then tomorrow, in the light of day, I think it’s time you show me our new house.”
Relief washed over him as he corrected her.
“You mean, our new home.”
The End.
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and furry rescue dog named Max. She is fortunate to have been able to travel extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia's readers appreciate her riveting stories filled with deep, character driven plots, often spiced with elements of BDSM.
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Coming Soon! Black Light: Brave
The amazingly talented Maren Smith is our next author to contribute a full-length novel for the Black Light Series. Coming in November, 2019, Black Light: Brave. Fans will remember Maren’s amazing story of Kitty and Noah last season in Black Light: Fearless. This year she will complete the story of the Menagerie with Puppy’s story. Check out this short excerpt from Black Light: Brave.
Puppy didn't look at the well-known security guard. When Ethen had been the one checking her in and out of this place, it was eyes on the floor, hands at her sides, and silent as a well-behaved Menagerie Girl should be. He did all the speaking. He did all the arranging.
It was appalling how second nature it was to stand just behind Carlson, her eyes downcast and her hands at her sides, just as if he were Ethen and this were just another play night. Her stomach flip-flopped and her knees almost buckled out from under her as she, without thinking, quickly changed places around Carlson. She stood on his left side, and instead of the floor, she looked at the ceiling. Her face flushed. She swallowed hard, hoping neither man noticed because the last thing she wanted to do was have to explain herself.
But neither man did. Danny wasn't even looking at her, not any more than he had the first time he'd checked her in tonight. It was as if he was making a concentrated effort not to.
"Hang on just a moment while I grab my bag," Carlson said, pulling a locker key
from his pocket and heading over to his locker.
He was only gone a few moments, but standing in the open entryway with the lockers lined up behind her and the door to the dungeon and lounge in front, she found herself struggling with an all new set of anxieties. She'd never been here when she wasn't Ethen's property. It felt very strange to be doing this, just as if she were any other submissive on the verge of a night of kinky fun. Was this what Piggy had felt the night she'd come here to participate in Black Light's infamous game of Valentine Roulette? Ethen had made it his mission to make her as uncomfortable as possible, just to remind her who's property she was and that her transgressions would not go unnoticed or unpunished. Looking back on it, it wasn't hard to see that was the night everything started to fall apart. It would be months after that before the Aussie broke into Ethen's house, setting the ball in motion that would see the Master of Menagerie arrested and Puppy thrown into this limbo existence between two halves of a life, neither of which felt like something she wanted to live.
Two more months whispered through her mind, spoken in Ethen's voice, and the shiver that went up her back was every bit the same as the one she'd felt as she'd stood quaking before his steely gaze at the prison.
Two more months and then she was going to leave limbo and be right back in hell, with Pony and Ethen, where she belonged.
Two more months, and she would be her parents' legal ward no longer. Because she would have that right to choose, wouldn't she? Oh God, what if she couldn't choose? What if it wasn't that easy? Who would protect Pony from Ethen if she wasn't there to take the brunt of his abuse?
"Ready?"
Puppy startled at how fast Carlson seemed to just appear at her side. She looked up at him, quickly pasting on a smile that she hoped wouldn't show how sick to her stomach she suddenly felt. Yeah. Sure.
"Would you be more comfortable in a quiet spot or one out in the middle of everything?" he asked, his warm hand coming to rest on the small of her back as he gently propelled her out of the doorway and out into the open. Where anyone could and would see her. Not that there were a lot of people here, but every one that she could now see was looking right back at her. The lady bartender... God, Spencer coming out of his office long enough to actually trail in her and Carlson's wake as he gently walked with her past all the tables in the lounge.
"Private," she whispered hoarsely, struggling to keep her panic out of her voice.
It was a mistake. She shouldn't be here. The bartender knew it. Spencer certainly knew it. Was he still watching her? A quick glance over her shoulder said yes, yes he was, and any minute now she knew he was going to place a phone call to Jaxson and Chase and then she was going to be loudly, humiliatingly, irrevocably shown to the door.
"Are you okay?" Carlson asked, startling her from the terrifying direction her thoughts were forcing her to travel.
She looked up at him, nodding. "Yeah... yeah sure."
"Are you lying to me?" he asked.
The craziest tingle ran right up her back, interrupting the shiver that had preceded it. Her breath caught all over again, but not for the same frightened reason it had before.
His tone was so soft, and yet that hint of a warning underlying each word struck her as comforting in a way that--had Ethen ever said such a thing--would not.
She shook her head, another lie.
He tipped his head, searching her face for what, she didn't know, but when his gaze dropped from her eyes to her chest and stayed there, reluctantly, she followed the direction of his stare down to her hands. She had clapped them one over the other on top of her heart between her breasts, pushing hard as if it that desperate press were the only thing holding her together. It wasn't her heart she was trying to keep working, though. It was her lungs. Her chest was tight; her breaths weren't coming in right.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She was shaking. Puppy stared down at herself, completely at a loss. She hadn't realized how badly she was shaking until she looked down and saw it. She took her hands off her chest and stared at them, watching the wild trembling that refused to hold still.
She looked at him again, at a loss for what to say.
Holding up a finger, he beckoned to her.
Clasping her hands tight over her stomach now instead, she followed him on watery legs to the nearest spanking bench. Laying his bag on the floor, he sat down on top of the bench. When he beckoned again, she swallowed, but crept in to stand in front of him. Perched on the edge of the padded top, he shifted his feet apart and beckoned her closer yet.
Creeping in by the inches, she stood between his feet, her hands pressed over the wild fluttering in her stomach, the craziest riot of tingling dread-filled sparkles of chaotic, was this anticipation? It felt like anticipation; she hadn't felt that in... she couldn't even remember the last time a look from a dom had made her feel anything other than fear. But this wasn’t that. This felt lighter, rippling as it was right up the backs of her legs, across her bottom and her belly both. It played in her nipples, and even further down between her legs.
"I'm a dom," Carlson told her. "Admittedly, I'm not your dom, but I still don't like being lied to. Whatever it is that's making you uncomfortable, it's okay. I get it. You don't have to lie to me, and I'd just as soon that you didn't. I want to be able to take every word that comes out of your mouth as the God's honest truth. Because if I can't, then I can't believe anything you say and that makes me very uncomfortable. Right?"
She stared at him, hands gripped tight, her nipples responding to the very nearness of him. The gentle sternness of him.
"Do you want to start over?"
She could barely swallow. She nodded instead.
He held out his hand and for the second time tonight she let her much smaller fingers be engulfed by his. "Hi, my name is Carlson Garvey. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cynthia."
Blurb:
It started with Piggy. It escalated with Kitty. It ends with Puppy.
For almost a year, Ethen O’Dowell has been locked behind bars and yet Puppy is far from free. A legal ward of her parents, she shares her bedroom with Pony, the only part of her old, submissive life that she has left... apart from the guilt, the fear, and the weekly punishments Ethen dishes out every time they visit him. Escape is all Puppy dreams about. Escape and somehow finding the courage to once more become the person she used to be--someone who lived life on her own terms and never let herself be afraid.
Sadly, those days are long over, and as the old saying goes, there’s just no getting them back again.
Or is there?
It’s a dead night at Black Light when ex-military man Carlson Garvey decides all he wants is a quiet drink and some downtime to practice his Shibari. What he isn’t expecting is the petite brunette who plops down at his table, squeaks out a terrified hello, and promptly flees again. There’s a story here and although he doesn’t know it, Carlson doesn’t need to. He recognizes a broken soul when he sees one.
Sometimes the only thing two broken people need is each other.
Coming November 2019!! Black Light: Brave
There’s more to discover in the world of Black Light!
Black Light is the first series from Black Collar Press and the response has been fantastic, but we’re not done yet. There are many more books to come from your favorite authors in the Romance genre! Including some continuations from the characters in Valentine Roulette, but we won’t spoil anything…
If you’re new to the world of Black Light, be sure to catch up with the books already released in the first two seasons of Black Light, so that you’re ready when the next stand-alone BDSM fueled book is released! Keep in mind that all books in the series can be read as a standalone or in any order.
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Black Light Season One<
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Infamous Love by Livia Grant is the prequel that started it all! It explains how Jaxson, Chase, and Emma get together, fall in love, and fight to stand for their relationship against the forces that would keep them apart.
Black Light: Rocked by Livia Grant is Book 1 in the world of Black Light that begins on the opening night of the club, it follows a rockstar named Jonah “Cash” Carter and his love interest Samantha Stone. Misunderstandings and a dark history have turned this sweet, childhood romance into a dangerous situation – and when Cash and Samantha finally meet again there’s only one thing on his mind: revenge.
Black Light: Exposed by Jennifer Bene is Book 2 in the world of Black Light. Thomas Hathaway and Maddie O’Neill would have never met if it weren’t for the reporter opening at The Washington Post. But with her dreams on the line Maddie only has one focus: get the story, then get the job. When she lies her way into Black Light on Thomas’ arm, everything seems perfect, except that she enjoys the belt and the man who wields it a little too much. Before time runs out Maddie will have to make a tough choice… to follow her dreams, or her heart.
Black Light: Valentine Roulette was the first boxset in the series where for the first time dominants and submissives came to the Black Light BDSM club to spin for their chance at a night of kinky fun, and maybe even love. With eight stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors, it’s sure to heat up your Kindle! Featuring: Renee Rose, Livia Grant, Jennifer Bene, Maren Smith, Addison Cain, Lee Savino, Sophie Kisker, and Measha Stone.
Black Light: Suspended by Maggie Ryan is Book 4 in the world of Black Light. Charlize Fullerton is a tough DEA agent who has worked hard to prove herself, and when she meets Special Agent Dillon MacAllister on a joint task force to take down a drug ring sparks start to fly. When their mission ends he’s sure he’s lost his chance with her, until they run into each other at the Black Light BDSM club, and Dillon refuses to let her go a second time.
