Complicated Love_A Black Light Novel

by Livia Grant

  “Strip. All of you. We know you’ve been keeping secrets from us. We’re going to have some fun seeing how long you can keep your secrets once we start our interrogation.”

  “Oh shit.” Emma didn’t mean for her nervous reply to be audible.

  Ryder’s dominant glare turned on her as he leaned even closer. “I see I have your attention, young lady. I don’t believe your Dom has properly punished you for keeping the mother of all secrets from him for weeks.”

  “Double shit.”

  “I see you understand your predicament perfectly,” Ryder growled.

  Chapter Nineteen ~ Jaxson

  Jaxson knew he should be ashamed of himself for letting Ryder take the lead with their joint scene but seeing Emma’s wide eyes as she internalized Ryder’s words had all of the blood from above his waist racing to the growing erection in his suddenly too tight pants.

  He knew it made him a prick, but he had to acknowledge he loved the twinge of danger that Helms added to any interrogation scene. The edge of fear emanating from all three submissives as Ryder barked orders to strip fed the sadist in him. He kept his face expressionless as Emma glanced nervously at him to see if he was going to save her. When he didn’t contradict Ryder’s instructions, she bit her lower lip nervously and reached for the hem of her sexy dress to pull it over her head.

  Jax resisted reaching down to reposition his aching cock as Emma’s naked body was revealed in one quick movement. As required while at the club, she was nude under the dress. She hadn’t even worn hose, so she stood on display in only her high-heeled sandals.

  When she moved her arms to cover her breasts, Jaxson gave his first command of the scene. “Hands down, sub. Don’t cover up what’s mine.”

  Her hands flew to her side, eyes trained on the floor. Emma flexing her fingers nervously was the only hint of how anxious his new wife was. He let his gaze wash over her soft body, loving each and every sexy curve, including the slightly larger tummy where two tiny peanuts were nestled.

  Jaxson shook his head, determined to shake the thoughts of their coming children from his brain for the next thirty minutes. This was not the time or place to be thinking of parenthood. There would be no faster way to put a damper on their fun.

  Jonah had gotten the three pieces of furniture into place by the time Khloe and Sam stood naked next to Emma. All three submissives were well trained, keeping their eyes lowered, giving the three men in the room the opportunity to ogle them. Three gorgeous and sexy women, each in their own unique way. Jaxson knew they were three very lucky Doms.

  It was that thought that had him pulling his phone out of his pocket. Despite the dirty look Ryder cast his way, he didn’t feel the least bit guilty for giving himself and Chase the exception to the no electronics rule. They’d purchased devices to use exclusively at the club that had no cameras or recording capabilities to minimize any risk, but he was at least able to shoot off a text to Chase, telling him to get his ass back to the dungeon as soon as he could.

  Ryder maintained the lead over the scene, allowing Jaxson the opportunity to stand back and enjoy playing the voyeur for a few minutes. “Enough stalling. Time for each of you to choose one of the spanking benches and climb on. We don’t have all day.”

  Jaxson had to hand it to Helms. He sounded like a scary sonofabitch, and Jax was relieved that in spite of their verbal wars, the alpha men had always been on the same side. He’d hate to have Ryder Helms as an enemy.

  Emma and Samantha, unaccustomed to Ryder’s intensity, scrambled into motion, heading to the first two benches that had been set up in a semi-circle.

  Khloe, on the other hand, was less inclined to make things easy on her Dom. If they were going to play out an interrogation scene, the actress appeared ready to play her role a bit more convincingly. “You’re not going to get shit out of me, asshole. I demand we be released immediately.”

  The dark smirk on Ryder’s face told Jaxson he and his sub had played this particular game before. “You demand? Really. And who the fuck do you think you are?”

  Khloe’s face lit up in a naughty grin. “I’m the Princess, of course.”

  Despite the serious scene, all occupants in the room burst out laughing, recognizing Princess as Khloe’s code name from the game of roulette on the fateful night the couple had met.

  Even Ryder couldn’t maintain his interrogator cover. He grinned, reaching out to yank the petite blonde against his chest, holding her tight. “Oh baby, you sure as hell are my naughty little princess, aren’t you?”

  Knowing she’d succeeded in forcing her Dom to uncharacteristically lose his control in a scene brought a bright smile as she looked up into his eyes, teasing him back. “Guilty as charged, sir.”

  Ryder pounced like the predator he was, devouring Khloe’s lips in an almost violent kiss. The other four occupants of the room waited for several long seconds and when they showed no signs of wrapping things up, Jaxson stepped in and took charge.

  “It seems we’ve lost our chief interrogator to a bout of kissy face. Don’t you two think this means you’re getting out of your deserved discipline.”

  Ryder finally pulled out of their kiss and took Khloe along with him to the final bench in the room. Emma didn’t take her eyes off the actress as she kneeled up on the padded ledges on the outside of the unique piece of furniture. Ryder adjusted the height of the top padded bar lower so that it hit his sub at stomach level. He then guided her hands lower towards the handgrips that would put her in a prone position. Like the other two subs, her legs were spread wide, held firmly apart by the wood brace. It exposed not only their pussies, but their puckered ass, bare back, and thighs to be used in any devious way the alpha men desired.

  Seeing the wetness already gathered between Emma’s nether lips reminded him of how lucky he was to have her in his life. She was subconsciously wiggling her bottom, already anticipating what was to come.

  “We aren’t going to tie you naughty girls down. Don’t make me regret it. The first one of you that lets go of the hand grips and tries to either get up or reach back will not only be restrained, but will also receive an added six of the best with the cane I know you all hate.”

  Jaxson watched the women look at each other nervously, each determined not to feel the hated cane.

  “Damn, you guys started without me.” Chase had snuck into the room when Jax wasn’t looking.

  The men’s eyes met. The switch of their family was looking for instructions on the role Jaxson wanted him to play in the scene.

  “You’re just in time. We were about to start. Mr. Helms is going first.”

  Jaxson nodded at Ryder who moved to a side cabinet to gather a few supplies before stepping behind Khloe’s upturned ass. His sub couldn’t see what he held, but the rest of the occupants of the room had a front row seat to Ryder drizzling heated lube onto a fat butt plug that would create a burn over time, using his index finger to lather it up nicely before wiping his hand on the towel at the top of the tall stack of linen provided in each room.

  He waited until the fat end of the bulging toy touched Khloe’s pucker, making her jump, before he resumed his role in their game. “Hold still. I’ve covered this helpful tool with a truth serum. In just a few minutes, you’ll be ready to answer any question I ask you, Princess.”

  The actress closed her eyes as she struggled to take the oversized sex toy into her anal cavity. Based on how quickly her tightest ring expanded to allow the intruder, Jaxson guessed her bottom was accustomed to taking objects deep. Even so, she grunted under the strain of Ryder’s constant push and pull, stretching the puckered hole again and again until he finally shoved the plug deep, drawing a short cry of discomfort from the prone woman.

  Jax knew when the cream had reached an uncomfortable heat level because Khloe’s eyes sprang open, her initial surprise quickly replaced with panic.

  “It’s too hot! It burns bad.” She jerked her bare ass back and forth, trying her best not to let go of the handgrips, a
nd losing her battle.

  Khloe shot upright, kneeling up and throwing her hands back, trying to pull the hot plug from her body. Ryder was ready for her, hugging her tight to his body from behind and leaning in to growl against her ear. “That didn’t take long. Looks like we’ll be starting with the cane today.”

  His submissive was struggling to escape his iron grip. Being an actress, Jaxson was unsure exactly how much of what they were observing was part of the scene. Her distress seemed genuine and as much as the sadist in him loved a good punishment scene, he had just started to worry when Ryder reminded his sub with tears streaming down her cheeks. “I haven’t heard a safeword, baby. Use it if you need to. Until I hear red from those pouting lips of yours, you’ll hold that bad boy exactly where it is. Understood?”

  His words were harsh, but Ryder was holding her, gently stroking her hair, helping her get the pain under control. It took almost a minute of deep breaths before Khloe adjusted and answered with a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

  “That’s my good girl. Now… let’s get you back into position.” As soon as she was holding onto the handgrips like Emma and Sam, Ryder let loose with his next surprise.

  “If you thought we were just playing at a scene tonight, Princess, you’re going to be disappointed. I have a few questions for you. If you answer truthfully, the rest of your night is going to improve. If you try to lie to me… or hide the truth… well then, let’s just say that the heat you’re feeling in your ass will be the least of your worries.”

  The other five occupants of the room had a front row seat as Ryder landed the first stern cane stripe across both globes of Khloe’s ass, drawing a lovely scream from her.

  The second she stopped screaming, Ryder crouched in front of her, putting himself at eye level with his submissive as he asked, “Exactly when were you going to tell me that you’ve started purging again?”

  Khloe’s eyes widened, surprise registering at her Dom’s question. “How did…?”

  “How did I know? I know everything where you’re concerned, Khloe.”

  “Trevor. What a fucking blabbermouth.”

  “More like a fucking friend,” Ryder deadpanned. Jax knew the older man well enough to recognize that he was working hard at containing his anger.

  “Your friend, maybe. I liked it better when he was on my side.”

  “Baby, don’t you see he is on your side?” He sighed. “Now, how much weight have you lost?”

  “How should I know? Maybe I’ve gained…”

  Like a predator pouncing on prey, Ryder reached out to grab Khloe’s long hair with both hands, holding her head in a vice grip as he got within an inch of her face.

  “Do not lie to me. Do I need to take every scale out of the house again? You only got them back a few months ago.”

  “No! Don’t. Please,” Khloe begged.

  “This isn’t a joke. You’re hurting yourself with this starvation routine. Am I going to have to close down my new business venture just so I can stay home to babysit your eating?”

  Khloe tried to push up, but he was too strong. “Ryder, you’re overreacting. I’m sure I haven’t lost any weight.”

  Despite Khloe seeming genuinely truthful, Ryder demanded again, “How many pounds?”

  She hesitated, trying to wait him out, before finally answering quietly. “Six.”

  “Six too many. It will also be the number of cane strokes coming your way, young lady. That and we lose the scales again. You just can’t help yourself.”

  “No, not that! You don’t understand. It’s for my job.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s for this.” Ryder used his pointer finger to tap lightly at Khloe’s temple. “I get it. You can’t help yourself. So, I’m going to help you by removing temptation.”

  “That’s crazy!” Khloe continued to protest.

  “This isn’t up for discussion.”

  “The hell it’s not. It’s my career!” Khloe had become outright antagonistic; not a wise thing to do in her current prone position.

  Ryder pounced, gripping her face in an iron clasp as he shouted, “I don’t give a flying fuck about your career. It’s your life I care about. Let the next six strokes remind you I don’t take kindly to you hurting this body that I love so much.”

  He released Khloe as fast as he’d grabbed her, standing and stalking back behind her, swishing the heavy cane through the air for several practice swings giving Khloe time to kneel up again. She at least wisely stopped her arguing.

  The second cane stroke landed a half inch below the first, forming two perfectly parallel marks on Khloe’s pale ass.

  Ryder made easy work of pressing on her back, forcing her back into the prone position. She was still trying to get a handle on the intense pain when his third cane stroke landed another inch lower. By now, the first two marks had turned a crimson red and Jaxson knew if the lighting was better, he’d be able to see them rising into welts.

  Helms was delivering a genuine punishment to his submissive. Jaxson wasn’t entirely sure that corporal discipline was the best way to tackle Khloe’s long-standing eating disorder, but then again, who the fuck was he to second guess Ryder’s tactics?

  The scene had turned too real. Emma and Sam both looked distressed, wanting to comfort the sobbing Khloe as she stayed in position for the fourth slice of the cane.

  Ryder took a break then, stepping up to lightly squeeze the marked bottom of his woman. Despite his harsh punishment, Khloe calmed slightly at his touch.

  “Am I making myself clear, Khloe? You are beautiful exactly as you are. No more starving yourself. No more purging. No more obsessive checking of your weight.”

  “Please…”

  Jaxson couldn’t believe she was still resisting the inevitable. He noted the determined clench of Ryder’s jaw as he stepped back from his sub to deliver his strongest strike of the night, this fifth line crisscrossing at a perfect angle to intersect with the previous four lines of pain.

  “Red!” Her scream of the house safeword brought the caning to an end, but one look at Ryder’s face and Jaxson knew the showdown between their friends was far from over.

  Ryder admitted as much when he threw the cane to the floor, stepping close to talk to the sobbing Khloe. “This isn’t over, Princess. You can safeword out of a punishment, but you’ll be taking better care of this body of yours, if I have to handcuff McLean to you when I’m not home.”

  It took her several deep gasps of air to catch her breath before Khloe could finally speak. “I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” Her voice shook with emotion.

  “Damn straight you did. Luckily, it can still be fixed.”

  “I don’t see how,” she lamented.

  “You leave that to me, baby. Now… I think we’ve used up more than our share of the time. We’ll resume this discussion at home.”

  Cash tried to lighten the heavy vibe in the room. “Shit, that was intense. I was going to try to get to the bottom of why my Cuban cigars keep disappearing, but I somehow don’t think that’s going to be a riveting secret to get to the bottom of after that scene.”

  Samantha agreed, not even trying to hide the truth. “They’re bad for you, and they make you smell terrible. I don’t want that around Natasha.”

  Jaxson teased, “That was easy. You broke her down in seconds.”

  “We’ll talk about this later, Samantha.”

  Chase teased. “Yeah, he doesn’t like looking henpecked in the dungeon.”

  “I’m not henpecked, dammit. I’m married. You two better watch it. You’re in the same boat now.”

  Jaxson had to admit how many things had changed in just the few short weeks since they’d found out they had the twins on the way. The tiny lives growing inside Emma had changed everything.

  Speaking of which, he moved into motion, taking up position behind Emma while nodding to Chase to move in front of her.

  Their scene may not be as intense as Khloe and Ryder’s, thankfully, but he had decided that he did need to d
iscipline Emma for her epic secret keeping skills.

  “Emma, we’ve already established that Chase and I share equally in the blame for the three of us falling out of sync earlier this year, putting our entire relationship in danger. We’ve all apologized to each other for letting ourselves get so distracted and not following our own rules that have kept us happy for years.”

  Jaxson paused, looking up at Chase who nodded slightly, urging Jaxson to proceed. “But Chase and I have decided that you took secret keeping to a whole new level in keeping the babies hidden from us for almost two full months. It isn’t just that you didn’t tell us. It’s more that you put your own health, and that of the twins, at risk by not letting us know what was going on. More importantly, you weren’t being seen by a doctor as you should.”

  As Jaxson paused, Chase took over the lecture. “While everything may have turned out okay in the end, we need to make sure you understand the gravity of your mistake in order to make sure it never happens again.”

  Jaxson reached for the leather tawse with its split tail that would be delivering his message loud and clear to the bottom of his new wife. He knew she couldn’t see what implement he held, but she would feel it soon enough.

  Pushing down his reservations regarding disciplining his pregnant wife, he adjusted his grip. The doctor, and even Cash in the room, had reassured him that what he was about to do would not harm Emma or the babies. Their sexy session on their wedding night had gone well, bolstering his decision to proceed on their first night in their new club. It was a christening of sorts.

  Emma jolted forward as the bite of the leather connected with her pale bottom. Even knowing it was coming, he could tell the sharp pain had taken her breath away. He was grateful when Chase knelt in front of their wife, stroking her hair away from her face gently, balancing the discipline with a dose of love.

  Jaxson and Chase balanced their roles perfectly as Jaxson delivered the painful lesson and Chase delivered the lecture. “Never again, Emma. Do you hear me? No more secrets.”

  He was proud of Chase, normally the softy of their family, for staying strong as their girl finally started crying out on the eighth strapping of leather against reddening skin. He was sure his message was being heard loud and clear.