by Livia Grant
He saw the brief flash of anger in her eyes at his threat, but it was quickly replaced with longing. He might have made a tactical mistake with this strategy. Seems Miss Monroe might have enjoyed her paddling in the dungeon even more than he’d believed she had.
“One.” Her internal struggle was beautiful. As a sadist, he loved a good mind-fuck as much as the real thing. And he was fucking with her big time.
“Two.” The first signs of panic graced her eyes. She was afraid of his belt. She should be. Part of him hoped she’d fail.
The yellow stream mixed with the water showering down on them exactly as his “Three” hung in the air. He didn’t know which part turned him on more, her submissive act of peeing in front of everyone in the room or her humiliation tinted glare as she refused to look away.
In the end, Khloe Monroe proved she had his number every bit as much as he had hers. Just as her stream of piss came to an end, she reached out and grabbed his filling erection. Despite two high-powered orgasms in the last two hours, his dick was ready to go for round three.
Khloe fell onto her knees to steady herself just before lunging forward to suck his wet cock into her mouth. For the first time in a long time, he was truly caught off guard. He was no longer in control and it rocked his world. The submissive in front of him got bolder, reaching around to grab his ass with both hands to help leverage her rocking up and down on his rod. With each thrust, she took him deeper until she was gagging on almost every insertion. Still, she didn’t back down.
It was when she returned her gaze to his from her knees, pausing with his manhood obscenely filling her wide mouth and throat that he had to reach out and steady himself with the tiled wall. He could swear the naughty submissive at his feet had tried to smile around his cock as she’d recognized her effect on him.
“Christ, Khloe, baby. You feel so warm and wet.” When he was close to spurting, he knew he needed to take back control. Ryder released the wall, wrapping his fingers through her wet mane to grab her in a headlock. He held her stationary and took over thrusting his erection down her throat again and again until she sputtered. He watched her eyes carefully, knowing when she was panicking and needing air. He gave her a hit of oxygen, just enough to take the edge off and then resumed his face-fucking of the gorgeous woman at his feet.
He squirted the first shot of cum down her throat, holding them together until the second spurt filled her mouth and then finally pulling out to let her breathe while he deposited the rest of his load onto her chest. Each of them took deep breaths after their impromptu exertion. He could see the exhaustion returning to Khloe as she came down from the high their scene had given her.
Ryder held out his hand and helped her to her feet. He pushed down the regret of the night coming to an end to turn off the water before grabbing a couple of the blanket-sized towels. They were silent as he dried her from head to toe before wrapping her up to keep her from getting chilled. He quickly patted himself dry and wrapped the towel around his waist before reaching for her hand and pulling her back towards his bag in the seating area.
The room had several more couples now, cleaning up after their Valentine’s fun. Ryder wished they could be alone again and then felt relief that they couldn’t, afraid he’d make an ass out of himself by saying something nice.
He wrapped her in the oversized robe and then dressed.
“I can’t go back to the hotel in a robe. The photographers will go crazy. I can see the headlines now.”
He hadn’t really thought about that when he’d enjoyed cutting off her dress at the start of the night. “Let’s check with Davidson and see if you can borrow something from his girlfriend.”
Ryder wasn’t crazy about having to talk to the owner again, but Khloe looked like she wanted that even less than he did.
“It’s okay. I have a long coat in the locker at the entrance. And I have my shoes so I don’t think they’ll have a clue as long as I keep my coat closed tight.”
When they exited the co-ed locker room, the main floor of Black Light was almost empty. The background music that had been playing all night was off and the lights had been raised. Employees were working to clean things up and a few final couples were lingering, acting like they didn’t want the night to end.
He was happy to see that Khloe wanted to steer clear of the trio of owners and their famous friends just as much as he did, yet that left only the direction of the exit. She was taking shorter steps the closer they got to the final door where their magic would have to come to an end. Ryder powered through, pulling Khloe the final few feet until his hand rested on the doorknob.
She pulled her hand from his and took a step back, defiance in her eyes.
“You know everything about me, but I know nothing about you except your name. It’s not fair.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her petulant tantrum. “Careful, Princess. I’d hate to end the night with you over my knee for your sass.”
She took it as a dare. “Fuck you. I’m not leaving until you tell me something. And not some bullshit. Something real.” She folded her arms across her chest for good measure.
“Baby, every minute of tonight, you had the real me.”
She didn’t back down. “At least tell me where you live. What you do for a living.”
“Why, so you can schedule a visit? It doesn’t work like that with me, Princess.”
“So how does it work? You just fuck strangers, spend the night doing all kinds of intimate things with them and then you walk away, never to see each other again?” Tears floated in her eyes. He saw her struggle with her emotions.
“Khloe, you’ve had an emotional night. You need a good night’s rest.”
“Bullshit. I need you to level with me. Was tonight just a game? Something you do with a different woman every week?”
Her inquisition pissed him off. This, right here, was why the Moscow subs were perfect for him. Not one of them expected anything emotional from him. He didn’t have room for emotional attachments in his life. The worst part was that tonight he was already having to push down his own crazy inclination to drive her back to her hotel, and spend the next three days holed up, fucking like rabbits. He didn’t need her tempting him further.
He hardened his heart, knowing tonight was all they were meant to have. She had her glamorous, very public life to return to—and Ryder, well he had to stay in the shadows. He couldn’t afford to be splashed all over newspapers and social media as the mysterious man in Khloe Monroe’s life.
He took a deep breath and said the words he needed to say. “Tonight was a game, Khloe. A game called Valentine Roulette. I’m sorry if you thought it was something more than that. Don’t get me wrong. I had an amazing time and I’ll admit I hate to say goodbye too, but we each need to go our own way, baby. I don’t have the kind of life you would fit into.”
His words hurt her. For once, the sadist in him hated to see the pain cross her face. He wanted to reach out and hold her to him and take back his harsh words, but he was too disciplined for that. He allowed himself one weakness.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a farewell kiss. He still felt the incredible electricity coursing between them. He luxuriated in sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting the toothpaste she’d used just minutes before as they’d cleaned up together.
In the end, Khloe was stronger than him. He felt her hands on his chest just before she yanked back, pushing him away so hard he almost fell backwards.
Christ, she was amazing. Not a stitch of makeup. Her hair still wet, hanging down the back of the oversized robe. Yet she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She reached up to touch her swollen lips as a tear spilled down her cheek.
When he reached out to swipe it away, she flinched away from him.
She fought for control of her voice, quietly whispering, “Goodbye, Ryder.”
She turned and almost ran through the exit. He panicked, second-guessing wanting it to end like this. He had just started
to chase after her when he felt the clamp of a hand on his shoulder.
Ryder spun, more than ready to take out his frustration on anyone who dared pick a fight with him. A concerned Jaxson held up his hands as if to surrender.
“Whoa there, Helms.”
“I need to leave,” he swung around to chase after Khloe, but Jaxson’s words at his back stopped him.
“Don’t fuck it up now. You’re doing the right thing in letting her go, and you know it.”
He swung around to argue. “But I hurt her.”
“Of course you did. You were her Dom.”
“Not like that. I mean I really hurt her.”
Jaxson took a bit longer to answer this time. “Like I said, of course you hurt her. How did you see this playing out? You planning on retiring and following her around the globe from movie set to photo shoot watching men try to get in her pants?” Jaxson paused before adding more quietly, “Or maybe you think she’ll retire and move to Moscow with you.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill Spencer.”
“Don’t bother. He’s already in a world of hurt with his own woman problems tonight. And anyway, I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”
He hated it, but Davidson was saying exactly what he needed to hear. They were better off making a clean break tonight. It had been an amazing night that he’d never forget and that would just have to be enough.
The men stood grounded until things got awkward. A few of the last couples to leave moved past them looking like they wanted to say goodbye to the owner, but seeing the intense showdown in progress, thought better of it and headed out.
Ryder had nothing new to say. He picked his duffle up again and started for the door. Davidson called out to him.
“You’re welcome at Black Light whenever you’re in town.”
Ryder paused long enough to lift his right hand in an acknowledgement and then walked through the exit.
He wouldn’t be back.
The End … For Now
Coming in the Spring of 2017! A full-length book in the Black Light Series!
Ryder and Khloe’s chemistry is too hot to ignore. Neither of them wants to let go of the memories of their Valentine’s Day game, but it takes a rabid fan putting Khloe’s life in danger to move Ryder into action.
No one gets to hurt Khloe but him.
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Wet by Jennifer Bene
A Black Light: Valentine Roulette Novella
by
Jennifer Bene
Chapter 1
January 22nd – Overtime Club
Sienna focused on keeping her back perfectly straight as the Dom above her shifted in his seat, the heels of his shoes digging into her ribs. Master Kent, as he preferred to be called, was busy talking to another Dom while she served as his footstool. It had been at least an hour, probably more, and her knees were aching, her wrists were sore, but nothing could beat the quiet inside her head whenever she served.
Submission was the dream she got to step inside between long drags in the waking world, where there was nothing but responsibility. Just jobs, bills, and disappointment. For this pure moment she only had one thing to think about as the men’s conversation blurred into white noise in her ears – keep your back straight, be quiet, and don’t move. The way he’d commanded it, pushing her to her knees in front of him, had made everything instantly simple, easy to fulfill, easy to get right.
It was why she kept coming back here week after week.
The sound of a feminine voice, and low male laughter, pulled Sienna out of her headspace a little. Glancing up through her hair, she saw the five-inch stilettos first, and then the long line of smooth leg, before the red dress started high on the woman’s thighs. Swallowing, Sienna dropped her head back down and let her brown hair curtain her face again.
She didn’t pay attention to the conversation, furniture wasn’t able to listen to conversations, and that was another way that everything was simpler inside the club. All she ever had to do was what she was told. Exactly what she was told.
“Up,” Master Kent ordered as he lifted his feet from her back, just before he shoved her over with a shoe in her side. She caught herself with one shaky arm, landing on her hip.
“Yes, sir,” Sienna whispered as she reformed into a kneel at his feet. With a quick movement he ripped her head back, his fist tight in her hair, and that’s when she saw the blonde at his side. The red dress was stunning, and Sienna was pretty sure the woman had extensions to have such perfect, platinum blonde waves, but she forced her eyes low again to focus on the bit of worn leather between Master Kent’s thighs.
“You like being my footstool, don’t you slut?”
“Yes, Master Kent.” She nodded as much as she could with his hand holding her head still, and he chuckled before pressing the edge of his glass to her chin, tilting it so that she had no choice but to part her lips for the burn of the liquor. Even opening her mouth, and swallowing as much as she could, some still spilled out the sides of her lips.
“Dammit. Look what a mess you made,” he growled and released her, and she struggled not to cough as the harsh burn made its way to her stomach. Master Kent snapped his fingers in front of her face and then pointed down to the floor. “You spilled some of my drink on my shoes, lick it off.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Sienna felt that surge of twisted satisfaction inside as she scooted back to kneel in front of him, leaning forward so she could trace her tongue over the shining leather of his black shoes. There really wasn’t much alcohol on them, maybe a few drops, but she gave him the show he wanted, and the low groan of the Dom behind her in the other chair almost made her smile. After a few minutes of licking his shoes until the thin sheen of her saliva made them glint with the lights in the club, she sat back on her heels to see the blonde kissing him.
The woman broke the kiss first, her eyes meeting Sienna’s for a second before she returned them to the floor, cursing herself for staring. “That was pretty,” the woman cooed, and Master Kent chuckled.
“It absolutely was. You’re a
good whore, aren’t you?” He leaned forward to cup Sienna’s chin, running his thumb over her damp lips.
“Yes, Master Kent.”
Smiling, he gripped her chin a little harder. “What do you say for getting the opportunity to lick my shoes?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Good, slut.” The words made her skin tingle all over, a strange little buzz that was so strong she could almost hear it. “I’m done with you for the night, go get yourself something to drink. I told the bar that you could have one on my tab.”
Sienna finally lifted her eyes to his, and he gave her a little smile and a wink before he let go and sat back in his seat. He was handsome, early-forties, with dark hair, and he was completely uncomplicated. Her favorite kind when it came to play. “Thank you, Master Kent.”
“Bye bye,” the blonde waved her fingers as Sienna stood slowly, but they were already making out again by the time she was upright. She nodded to the other Dom, and he raised his glass in her direction before turning his eyes to the scene before him.
Just another day in paradise.
Winding her way to the bar between the various equipment set-ups, she let her eyes wander while she rolled her wrists at her sides, working to ease the strain. There was a pretty intense caning happening on one of the spanking benches, and there was a Dom flogging his sub as she rode a wooden pony. Those were the only interesting scenes happening inside Overtime tonight, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay and watch or go home and sleep.
“Hey, what would you like?” T-Baby smiled at her as she adjusted the oversized pink bow on one of the afro puffs on either side of her head.
“Just a glass of wine? Cabernet if you have it?”
“Of course, and I’ll give you the good stuff since Master Kent told me it’s on his tab.” She giggled, walking to the narrow shelves of alcohol to grab a bottle and pour. T-Baby was in an obscenely short and frilly pink skirt, with a white corset on top that had pink ribbon as the backing. A stark contrast to her mocha skin, which made her the picture of innocence.
