Black Light_Valentine Roulette

by Livia Grant

  Oh, god, she was going to come. Ten seconds and she was going to –

  Kane stopped the vibrator.

  “I forgot. I owe you for your earlier insolence.”

  “No, please,” she started to protest, and a swift smack to her bare breast silenced her. It didn’t really hurt, but the force was enough to chastise.

  “Excuse me, slave?”

  “I’m sorry, sir. It’s just... I was about to cum.”

  “You’re not cumming tonight without my permission. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Punishment for talking out of turn.” She felt a leather flap cover her nipple a moment before it snapped against her vulnerable flesh. She cried out.

  He remained close, so she could hear his voice, a murmur through the mask. “Now the other one, for good measure.”

  She sucked in a breath, chanting ‘ow, ow, ow’ in her head.

  “What do you say?”

  “Thank you, sir,” she hurried to obey.

  “Good sub.” He turned the vibrator onto a low setting, a steady vibration, not enough to cum, but it felt lovely. She relaxed all the way to her bones.

  “A nice pair of marks for your breasts. I’ll add a few more to your ass you can take home as souvenirs.”

  “Yes sir,” she sighed.

  “Good girl, such a good girl.” His voice was smooth as good bourbon, and just as potent.

  She imagined him stalking around her, swishing that crop through the air, and viewing her bound body from all directions. Warm heat closed over her breast and she jerked in surprise. Kane’s clever tongue flicked her sharpened nipple and she moaned.

  “Shhh, I just want to enjoy my beautiful sub. These breasts belong to me for the night.”

  Relaxing, she arched her back, pressing as much as she could into the heat of his mouth.

  He took it away and the next thing she felt was the sting of the crop on her ass. Pain washed into pleasure and pushed back into pain.

  “The night isn’t complete without a few cane marks. What do you think, sweet slave?”

  A few minutes ago – or was it an hour? Time had no meaning anymore – but she would’ve protested the cane. Now, she pushed out her breasts, dying for some stinging pain to take the edge off the overwhelming pleasure. Sometimes, when she worked towards orgasm, she would pinch her nipples and imagine a Dom like Kane clamping them, punishing them. The thought always pushed her closer to the edge.

  Her master pressed the long wooden dowel to the tops of her breasts, letting her feel the implement roll over her flesh before flicking it on her tits. She let out a shriek at the line of fire.

  “What do you say? Remember your manners or you’ll get more.”

  “Thank you, sir!”

  “Good girl.” She felt a cloth around her mouth, wiping away the drool. The old Chessie would’ve felt shame at being reduced to a mouth in a black leather hood, but not her. “Such a good girl. You’ve earned a reward.” The Hitachi buzzed to life, its vibrations biting into her soft flesh. “You may not cum yet. Hold off from that.”

  Noises escaped her throat, little pants and sighs as the vibrations grew stronger and backed off. Kane was merciless as he edged her, ramping her up to the heights where she could see the pinnacle, could almost tip over the edge, and then shutting the vibrator down to the lowest setting so whatever pleasure had built dissipated into thin air.

  She found herself gasping, mouthing nonsense words, begging silently even though she knew that it was useless, that this stern master was implacable, and held her fragile pleasure in his strong, capable hands. He knew just when to increase the vibrations, and when to take them away. He seemed to enjoy her desperation.

  “This is almost more fun than orgasm torture. Perhaps I’ll play with you all night and won’t let you come at all. You’ll go home, dripping and needy. Before you go, I’ll set you on your knees and use your mouth ‘til I cum. Spurt in your face, make you rub it into your skin. Send you off with the smell driving you wild. Would you like that?”

  “Please,” she whispered. Her orgasm was so close, she could almost reach for it. Her muscles tightened deep within her, her body readying itself for the final, shattering sensation.

  “The correct answer is ‘Whatever my master wishes’. Isn’t that right? Because I own you tonight. And I’m going to enjoy every minute that you are mine.”

  Kane chuckled to himself as his sweet submissive squirmed on the Hitachi Orgasm Tower and made desperate pleading noises. She wasn’t asking permission to come; she hadn't been trained for that yet. He watched her carefully, noting how she struggled, wanting the orgasm but obeying him. His plan was to make her push off pleasure until she forgot her assertions that she couldn’t cum, forgot her attitude, forgot everything including her own name. She was a woman too used to thinking, to being in control, and he would push her past all that, fill her overactive mind with pleasure until she was a gooey, sated, submissive puddle on the ground. Then he’d pick her up, clean her off, strap her down, and force her to cum again.

  He tried not to think too much about the way his cock jumped at the prospect of cuddling her close. Usually he scened and didn’t become too attached, but this defiant little beauty was proving different than any sub he’d ever had the pleasure of dominating. So reluctant to surrender, even though it was obvious she craved it. Her hands squeezed into fists, as if subconsciously gripping the invisible corner of control. By the end of the night those hands would be open to him, just like her body and mind. He wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less, and if she made him work for it, well, he’d always loved a challenge.

  The moans escaping his hooded slut’s lovely throat were getting louder. She’d blush if she knew how many people in the club could hear her, but at this second she was in her own little world. “Good sub. You may cum,” he said, and pushed the vibrator on high.

  Chessie’s ears rang with her screech. She’d cum, thrashing against the pole securing her, flopping like a rag doll. Now she sagged in her bonds and Kane pressed himself against her, holding her up, grounding her.

  After a moment, she realized the vibrator was off and Kane was crooning to her.

  “That’s it, sweet one. Good girl.”

  Kane removed the blindfold and she blinked, feeling vulnerable and yet strong. He set a water bottle to her lips, and wiped her mouth for her when she was done. He hadn’t unbound her.

  “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said as soon as she found her voice.

  He smiled but said nothing. Only when he returned from putting the water bottle away and she tugged impatiently at her bonds did his grin widen.

  “Oh no,” he said. “You’re not done yet.”

  Panting from the pleasure that had made her weak, she couldn’t think of an answer.

  The Hitachi started to shake against her numb skin.

  “No,” she twisted, trying to get her vulnerable bits away from the overwhelming buzz. “It’s too much. You can’t!”

  “I can.” He turned the vibrations higher.

  “NO,” she protested, and received a sharp swat to her butt cheek from the crop. That alone almost sent her over.

  “You forget who’s in charge.” He smacked her ass over and over, varying the intensity of the hits so she never knew if the leather tongue would lap at her bottom or sting it like a bee. Her ass must have been peppered with red marks by the time he was done. And the insistent rumble of the wand between her legs mounted pressure on her brain, a rising wave of sensation so mind numbingly powerful, she didn’t know whether it would hurt or feel good.

  She grunted and twitched, fighting it. Kane stepped closer and stroked her flesh, squeezing her sore bottom, whispering sweet, dirty nothings in her ears through the hood, even licking and kissing her bare chest while he slipped his fingers inside her. Little words and touches warmed her up, distracting her so she wouldn’t fight her impending orgasm. Once she realized it had started, she couldn't stop it if she tr
ied. Kane’s teeth caught her nipple and sent her flying down that slippery slope. Not just slippery – she had enough wet between her legs to drown a man, or set his cock swimming.

  Someone in the club was screaming at the top of their lungs. As her orgasm struck like twenty lightning bolts at once, she realized that someone was her.

  “Perfect, little one.” Ears still ringing from the air splitting shriek, Kane mopped sweat from his sub’s flushed chest. She hung in her bonds, trembling a little. Motioning for a dungeon monitor to help him, Kane undid the restraints and caught her when she slumped into his arms. He held her until she found her feet, nodding to a Dom across the club who met his eye and gave him a thumbs up. Regulars tended to be cautious of newbie subs, avoiding them in case they carried baggage. This one had baggage in spades. But Kane noticed she didn’t have her fists clenched anymore.

  Poor little subbie. She had no idea what she was in for tonight. They were only getting started.

  “All right, sweetheart,” he whispered, “Now that you’re warmed up, it’s time for the Sybian.”

  Time for the what?

  The words drifted through her pleasure fogged brain. The senator cleaned her off and steadied her on her feet before tugging her forward.

  She wished she could take off the hood. Why was she wearing it again? Oh, right, her identity. Her job as a lobbyist. Those normal, everyday things that seemed light years away.

  Kane guided her gently across the club floor, to what looked like a large black box, covered in supple leather.

  “Let’s try something new,” he said. A dungeon monitor helped him affix a dildo attachment.

  Chessie eyed it with some confusion.

  “Up you go. Sit on the cock, there’s a good sub.” His hands gripped her hips firmly and set her down on it. She nearly spasmed on the spot as the dildo filled her.

  “So wet.” Kane put his mouth close to her head so she could hear his murmur. “I could slide a torpedo up there. Now that’s an image that will get me through the next Homeland security budget talk…”

  He stepped back and studied her as if waiting for her to make a witty comeback. But Chessie couldn’t think of anything at all beyond how full her pussy felt with the hard plastic cock stretching her wet hole.

  “Do you know what a Sybian does?”

  “No,” she started to reply, and then Master Kane turned it in on. The whole leather box she was mounted on started vibrating.

  “No, no, no –”

  “I think this time I’d like you to be quieter.”

  “– no, please, turn it off –”

  “Your last orgasm, I bet they could hear you at the Capitol.” He fixed her with a stern look and waited a beat, but try as she might, she couldn’t keep from gasping loudly as the Sybian’s vibrations increased again. It was like riding a bucking bull at a rodeo, only instead of a crazed, bucking motion, it was a constant, tickling vibration, focused directly on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Grinding down on the wide base gave her some relief and spread the vibrations through her legs and buttocks, but she couldn’t stop her sharp gasp of panic when the cock bumped a pleasurable spot deep inside her…

  “Turn it off, turn it off –” she pleaded even as her hips rocked wildly.

  “Naughty sub, talking without permission.”

  Kane walked away and returned with a gag. This one had a small phallus. Kane slid it between her lips, an eager light in his eyes as her mouth accepted it.

  “Suck on that. Pretend it’s my cock.”

  Mustering the last bit of fight in her, she ground her teeth down on it.

  He laughed. “Bad sub. I guess you haven’t quite learned your place. Maybe this will teach you...”

  The Sybian increased its vibrations. A crowd was forming, watching the senator torture her, but Chessie didn’t care. Her clit felt numb, overstimulated, and desperate for more, all at the same time.

  “Let’s make this more interesting.” Kane’s attention was hers, and hers alone. He didn’t so much as glance towards the people gathering around. As far as he was concerned, it was only her and him in their own little kinky world.

  That gave Chessie a warm, satisfied feeling. Try as she might, she could not push that back.

  Tiny claw-like pincers pierced her nipples, and she yelped, warm haze broken. She stared down at the evil looking pincers.

  “Those are pretty tame, as far as nipple clamps go. If I were you, I’d be grateful to your kind master for showing mercy.”

  “-ank -oo,” she garbled around the gag.

  “Still breathing all right?” he leaned close to ask.

  She nodded.

  The world went black as he blindfolded her again. It was cruelty, leaving her without any senses but the merciless vibration between her legs. Her breath hitched in her throat as it increased.

  She felt the senator hovering at her shoulder again. “Why don’t you suck that cock.” The words sounded twice as filthy in his normally polite drawl. “Lick it real good, show me what I have to look forward to. Show me what a good girl you are.”

  That shameful appellation – good girl. She’d do anything to hear it. Her mouth went to work, slurping and sucking on the fake intruding phallus. Her tongue stroked it lovingly, and all the while her pussy dripped even more at the submissive service.

  Kane turned up the buzz, higher and higher, until it reached a level she hadn’t thought was possible without breaking her in two. Mouth still busy sucking, she careened towards another soul-shattering climax.

  “Wait for it,” Kane ordered, hovering close. “You look so beautiful, pleasuring that fake cock. Such a lucky piece of plastic. I can’t wait to replace it with my own giant member.”

  She almost gasped a laugh. Of course he’d use that adjective to describe his phallus.

  “You doubt me? You’ll pay for that.” He increased the juice, until she was almost crying. Her much abused clit was going to explode, it would fall off, she would never be able to have an orgasm again.

  “I’ll put you on your knees and have you make it up to me. You’re going to come on the count of three. One...two…” On ‘three’, he ripped the nipple clamps off her aching tits.

  The orgasm blew up around her, closing in like a giant’s fist. It wasn’t until she stopped thrashing that she realized Kane was holding her, keeping her caged and safe.

  Beyond him, the sound muffled by the mask, she could hear faint cheering. The audience?

  Kane eased the gag from her lips, and removed the blindfold.

  “Ready for another?” he asked gently.

  “No,” Chessie sagged her head in defeat. “Please. Please, I'll do anything.”

  “Anything?” Kane put an arm around her waist to steady her as lifted her from the Sybian. For a second she was weightless as he carried her away from the machine. When he set her down on her feet she clutched at him, but he was already there, his arms under hers, supporting and guiding her to the floor.

  “On your knees, sweetheart.”

  She sank down, grateful for the padded floor. The place between her legs felt raw and thoroughly used, her nipples sore from his attentions, but at least he’d put her down on a cushioned mat. She’d be grateful for small mercies.

  The sound of a zipper met her ears, and she tilted her head, opening her mouth with a sharp sigh.

  “That’s it,” he murmured above her. He took a handful of her hair, tilting her head back further, taking over control. Limp as a doll in his hands, she was happy to give to him.

  “Do I need to get a gag to hold your mouth open?”

  She started to shake her head before she remembered the proper answer. “No, sir.”

  “Good girl.” His tone warmed her through and through, as did the gentle fingers on her jaw, cradling it.

  “Open wide, darling. Give your master some pleasure.”

  His cock touched her tongue, and at the first taste of his pre-cum, she hummed happily.

  Blowjobs
she could do. Her first efforts to be submissive, she’d learned as much as she could about pleasing a man. Her first clue she was submissive.

  Flicking her tongue against the head, she arched her neck to take more of him down, and stopped at the sting in her scalp.

  “You’re not in control. My pace.”

  She moaned at that, but let him guide her, letting her lick the tip, the head, the upper part of his shaft. Finally taking him down further and closing her mouth around him. He was long, but also thicker than he’d let on; a delicious mouthful. She hummed a little as she licked and sucked, trying to find the spots he liked, the pressure.

  “Oh, yes. You were born to serve cock. My cock.”

  He rocked a little in and out of her mouth. “If you were my permanent slave, I’d get your nipples pierced. You’d always be topless in the house, and I’d lead you about by a chain dangling between them. Would you like that?”

  Her ‘yes sir’ was garbled by the rod in her mouth. He chuckled. “Can’t understand you, sweetheart. And it doesn’t matter anyway. You’ll take what I give you, for my pleasure. Hold still now.”

  She tensed her neck, waiting. He loved to talk, he loved control. She could imagine what would happen next.

  The first thrust brought him into her mouth a bit more, shallow. The next went deeper. He held her head tenderly, but gave no quarter as he slammed his cock forward in rhythm. She sucked as he fucked her face, trying to relax, to soften her jaw and her throat. The next invasion tapped at the back of her throat and she choked a little, tensing. He pulled out, reaffirming his grip on her hair.

  “You like taking Daddy’s cock?”

  He said it with such a deep southern drawl, she nearly laughed. His member hit her cheeks in chastisement.

  “Naughty one, laughing at me.”

  Instead of answering, she opened her mouth, weaving her head a little to catch him. No shame in being a cock hungry whore. None at all.

  Kane’s fist tightened, pulling her hair and bringing tears to her eyes – and more wetness to her pussy.