by Livia Grant
“You may beg and plead, but it won’t make a difference. I’m going to take your maidenhood now, and then your father will have little choice but to yield to my demand.” He freed his cock, not a hard thing to do since it had been straining the zipper for some time, and rolled a condom on over the stiffness. He stroked it while he watched her, enjoying the sensations both tactile and visual. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his hand and his eyes, but she’d stopped struggling. He lifted himself off her legs just enough to grab her ankles before she could yank them free, and pushed her knees to her chest. Her pussy was so wet and swollen it was practically begging for his cock. She was breathing fast, and her hand with the ball was squeezing and relaxing. He checked in one last time.
“Mercy?” he asked softly.
She shook her head and closed her eyes.
“Very well then, milady.” He lined up his cock with her entrance and gave a push forward. She gave a little grunt and a frown as he reveled in the surprising tightness of her tunnel. She was exquisite. He let out his own groan as he sheathed himself all the way to his balls. He looked down at her, but her eyes were still closed. He pulled out, relishing the tight slide, and then plunged back in. She opened her eyes briefly and gave him a quick smile, then retreated again. He let his sadist loose just a notch, setting up a steady rhythm in and out, the pleasure growing inside him quickly after almost three hours of teasing. The orgasm erupted out of him as he pushed deep inside, and he held himself rigid as he cried out his release. His cock jerked and spurted his seed into the condom barrier.
At last he drew in a breath and forced his eyes open to check on Sari. He was relieved to find her looking up at him with a neutral expression. He pulled out, rolling off the condom and tossing it in the garbage. He reached behind her head to loosen the gag and gently pried it from her mouth.
“Now, Milady, you belong to me, forever.”
Chapter 14
Sari responded automatically with the words the princess would have used. “I have no choice now but to become your wife, Milord.” A single tear, not faked at all, appeared in the corner of her eye and slid down her face. She felt a strange sense of detachment.
“You will be my wife, and when you disobey, I can promise you swift correction. But if you obey me, you will have a reasonably pleasant life. I can promise you that.”
She nodded. Suddenly, she needed to be done. “May I sit up, Adam?”
She saw the observers drift away. He released her hands, helping her up, and then he sat down beside her.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m okay. That was incredible. Intense. So… real. Thank you.” She managed a smile at him.
She heard a small beep.
“Well, it’s eleven o’clock, and we made it. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have.” He smoothed her hair back from her face.
She nodded and stood up, wobbling on her legs. She had an overwhelming urge to get out of this place as fast as she could, and wasn’t sure she ever wanted to see it again.
He sprang up to support her. “Hey, go slow.”
“I need to get dressed. I have to work in the morning.” She pulled out of his grasp and started for the main room. He caught her hand.
“Sari, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said a little too brightly. Please just let me go.
“Sari, something’s wrong. At the very least you’ve got some serious sub-drop going on. I’m not letting you leave yet.”
“Yes. I’m leaving. I had a wonderful time, Adam. Thank you. You, this, it was everything I could have ever hoped for. But it’s over now.” She pulled from his grasp and turned towards the room again, only to find herself so dizzy she dropped to her knees. In a flash he had her in his arms again, laying her back on the sofa. He motioned to someone passing by.
“She’s not feeling good. Can you bring something to drink?” The monitor nodded and disappeared.
Sari resigned herself to his care. The thought of managing the stairs out of here in her heels had suddenly become overwhelming. But she needed to contain the emotions rising up in her and threatening to erupt. Emotions she hadn’t expected, and wasn’t sure how to deal with. Emotions she couldn’t let him see.
She didn’t regret what they’d done. But she needed to be alone to think about it and come to terms with what it meant.
He rubbed her hands, and when the bottle of juice arrived he helped her sit up again. She took a sip, and then the tears started. She couldn’t control them; they just flowed out suddenly and silently, and there was no disguising them.
“Sari, what did I do wrong?” His worried face searched her eyes. She shook her head.
“Nothing, Adam. I promise. It was everything I’d hoped. I think I had a better time than almost anyone here.”
“Then something triggered you.”
She shook her head, staring at the bottle. He put a finger under her chin and lifted it up. “Sari, eyes,” he said sternly. She heard the dom in his voice and managed to lift her gaze up to his.
“I know what I’m seeing. What is it that you didn’t tell me? What has set this off? Did you have a bad experience with sex before?”
She was so tired. She closed her eyes. “No. I didn’t have a bad experience. Because this was my first time.”
There was silence for so long that she was compelled to look. He sat next to her, his mouth in a straight, hard line. “You were a virgin?”
She looked down at her lap and after a moment, she nodded.
“Holy hell. I wondered why you were so tight. You didn’t bleed, though.”
“I was terrified of that happening. But not every girl bleeds. That’s a myth.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you didn’t need to know! This was my decision. I wanted to have sex; you got to be the lucky guy. But there’s no long-term commitment here, so what’s the big deal?”
“What’s the big deal?” His voice rose in disbelief. “You manipulated me into taking your virginity! I did not consent to it!”
“Would you have agreed if I’d asked you?”
“No! Absolutely not!”
“Why? It’s no big deal! The first time – the fiftieth time – there’s no difference! It’s not like anyone expects a virgin on their wedding night anymore!” At least, not here. Back home…
He stood up. She started to rise, too.
“Sit. Down.” He yanked the curtain across the opening, closing them off from prying eyes. “I will give you reasons why. First – if you’ve never had sex, you’d have no idea how rough I was going to be. You asked me to do a rape scene with you! You had no idea what doing that might feel like, or whether you could handle it or not. I might have hurt you, emotionally, for the rest of your life. You say this was no big deal, so why are you sitting here crying? Eyes!”
She forced herself to look at him through the blur of tears that wouldn’t stop.
“If this had turned out really bad, do you realize the position you put me in? You go home to your roommate and cry on her shoulder, perfectly innocently, and she misunderstands and calls the police, and bam! I’m arrested for rape, and lose custody of my daughter, and lose my job, whether it’s true or not!”
She stared at him in horror. “I’d never do that!”
“And then word gets out in the community about what happened. Sure, those here tonight would know the truth, but the truth has a funny way of being altered until it is unrecognizable. No club would ever have me back, and no sub would ever trust me.”
“I never thought about that,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“And you know what the most important reason is? Because every woman deserves to have her first time be something special. I know for a lot of women it isn’t, but if I’d known, I would have given you an experience that would give you good dreams, not nightmares! But you didn’t fucking give me a chance!” He put his head in his hands. “I enjoyed tonight a lot. I was hoping
we could play again. But I spent years with a bitch who managed to manipulate me every which way from hell, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to get involved with another one.” He picked up his bag and pulled the curtain aside.
“Adam, please! Please don’t go like this. I’m sorry. So, so, sorry.”
“Why?” He was still facing away, but he’d paused. “Why was tonight so important? Why did you want to do it this way?”
“I didn’t plan to do this tonight. Sex was supposed to be on my limits list, and I don’t know what happened. But when it came up on the wheel, well, I spent a few minutes in the bathroom thinking maybe this was the opportunity I needed. Because there’s been no other way I could think of to get past the first time. I’m too chicken to just get in bed with a guy and do it. I was raised to believe that women shouldn’t have sex before marriage, and even though I’ve thrown off almost everything else about my childhood, I couldn’t get past that one, and I really wanted to get it over with so it would stop hanging over me like a millstone. You know, ‘go big or go home’. And I can’t go home again, so…” her voice broke in a single sob that she stifled. She wasn’t going to manipulate him with pity.
He came back over to her and sat down. “Why can’t you go home again?”
“I didn’t mean it literally. I can go visit, but it’ll never be the same. See, girls in my town – we get married and have babies. We’re not supposed to want to go to college, and don’t usually go far from home. There was a boy, and we’d planned to be married eventually. He was nice. But when I told him I’d gotten a scholarship to college, we fought. He pleaded with me not to go, and finally told me that he wouldn’t wait for me, and he would never consider moving somewhere else if my career needed it. Even my best friend didn’t think I should go away. My parents were actually the most supportive once they got over the shock, though they were sad to see me leave.”
“Pretty conservative?”
“That’s an understatement. I love my home, and my family, but I’ve always wanted to go to college. When I was a child I used to stand in the meadow and watch a storm build overhead, and long to know more about what made it happen. So, I secretly applied to a small college not too far away and got a full scholarship to study meteorology. I wanted to be one of the people on the radio who warned us when we needed to move the animals inside, or when we needed to go down to the storm shelter. I used to find the National Weather Service site on the computer and study the weather radar for hours.” She smiled at him and was relieved to see a smile back.
“How did you stumble into this world?” he gestured towards the dungeon on the other side of the curtain.
“That’s a long story. I met a girl who plays here sometimes. She introduced me to the lifestyle in person.”
They sat in silence for another minute.
“Adam, I’m so, so, sorry.”
“You betrayed my trust in a big way.”
“I know.”
“How are you feeling?”
She looked inside herself and was a little surprised. “Actually, a whole lot better than a few minutes ago. How are you?”
“Tired.” He chuckled.
“You have a daughter?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Her mother and I were married until Hannah was a toddler, and then she left. I’ve been fighting for full custody ever since. That’s why I wasn’t playing for a long time. A custody battle puts your life under a microscope, but it’s over now.”
“And I could have ruined that.”
He said nothing.
“I’m sorry. I know there isn’t anything I can do to change what happened, but I wish there was something I could do to try to make up for it.”
He reached over to her hand and squeezed it, taking her by surprise. “I did enjoy tonight, and I’d like to play again sometime.”
Her eyes bulged. “You would?”
“Yes. Would you?”
“Yes, I would.”
He stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her off the couch and through the curtain, over to Chase, who was saying goodbye to another couple. The dom turned and smiled. “You two get everything worked out? It sounded kind of loud in there for a while.”
“Yes,” replied Adam. “We did.” He turned to Sari. “Kneel.”
She looked at him, taken by surprise, and then stumbled to her knees.
“Chase, did we win the free month?”
“You know you did.”
“Is there any limit on the number of days we can be here?”
“No, but we’re closed Mondays and Tuesdays.”
Adam turned to Sari. “Eyes! Every time I have to tell you that from now on there’s a penalty, understand?”
“Yes, sir!” she replied automatically.
“Sari, you will report here every Wednesday and Saturday evening, promptly at 8pm, for the next four weeks. When you arrive, I will strap you to the spanking bench and paddle your ass until it’s bright red. I intend to make you think about what you did every time you sit down for the next month. Is that clear?”
Was that clear? A delicious wave of dread swept through her. “Yes, sir, that’s clear.”
“Do you have anyone who might object to this arrangement?”
She held back a grin as she realized he was fishing to find out if she had a boyfriend, or another dom. “No, sir. No one.”
“You will not play with anyone else, at any club, this month. And I’m keeping your thong for now.”
Gulp. “Yes, sir.”
“If you can follow through with this, no matter how unpleasant it may get to be, then at the end of the month we’ll talk about where we go from there.”
He smiled as he helped her stand, and the kiss he placed on her lips was gentle and tender. She dared to hope that there might be something in the future for them.
But first… she had to be thoroughly punished.
Her heart and her pussy both pulsed in anticipation.
The End
About the Author
Sophie Kisker started composing stories of domination and submission long ago, but it wasn’t until she met others on the internet that she realized she wasn’t alone. Her stories are sometimes dark and uncomfortable, but they will always have a happy ending. She’s a true believer that romantic love and a whip are a great combination in a relationship.
During the day, Sophie is busy with job and family, but in the evening, her laptop comes out, her imagination gets going, and she morphs into a recluse who would be happy living in a cave, as long as it had wireless internet and an espresso machine.
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Other Books by Sophie Kisker
Finding Home: An Erotic Tale of Slavery, Love, and War
Odyssey
Sanctuary
Refining Fire
Midrosian Slave Chronicles
Memories
Longings
Tears (Spring 2017)
BDSM Erotic Romance
A Captive of Fear and Desire
The Punishment Tour
MORE TO COME
There’s more to come in the world of Black Light!
‘Black Light’ is the first series to be published by 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 Erotic 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 so you’re ready when the next stand-alone BDSM fueled book is released!
Black Light Prequel
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 from apart.
Black Light Series
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 Collar Press
Black Collar Press is a small publishing house started by authors Livia Grant and Jennifer Bene in late 2016. The purpose was simple - to create a place where the erotic, kinky, and exciting worlds they love to explore could thrive and be joined by other like-minded authors.
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