Black Light: Roulette Rematch (Black Light Series Book 20)

by Livia Grant

  Sandra remained silent as he took her into the crowd, weaving past the tables where people sat drinking and chatting about the scenes they’d already witnessed in the play areas. Winding in and out of people, other scenes, he took her the long way, letting as many people as possible put their eyes on her. By the time he reached the platform he wanted, her jaw was clenched and her cheeks were red.

  James put his bag on the platform, then turned his full attention to his sub. He unhooked the leash from the D-ring and dropped it onto the platform next to his bag.

  “You did that on purpose.” She raised narrowed eyes at him.

  “I did,” he admitted. “Did you hate it? Having all those people see you walking on my leash? Having them see your breasts bounce when you had to speed up to keep up with me? All those eyes on you watching that tail swing behind your ass?”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Oh, did you forget the tail?” He chuckled. Pushing on her hip, he spun her around so he could easily get to her ass. He picked up the tail near her ass cheeks and tugged gently. Not enough to remove it—it wasn’t going anywhere. “See? Here it is.”

  When he let her move back around to him, her cheeks flamed red.

  She drew in a long breath, making her breasts rise and fall with her exhalation.

  “How did it feel?” he asked.

  Her eyes didn’t waver from his. This woman could hold her own in any situation. Determined and confident. The concern that had lurked in her gaze at the beginning had faded away.

  “Bad,” she said, then looked away. “But good at the same time.”

  He grabbed hold of her face, pinching her cheeks inward, and pulled her to look at him. “Hmmm, humiliation may be in your future. But you didn’t roll humiliation, did you?” He tilted her head back so she had to look down the length of her nose at him.

  “No.” Her answer was muffled by the interference of his hand.

  “That’s right. You rolled pain play. So, let’s play.” He let go of her face, plucked the ears from her head, then ripped her paws from her hands and piled them on the floor with the ears.

  “Up on the platform.” He jerked his head toward the St. Andrew’s Cross situated in the center.

  She stepped up and padded over to the cross without hesitation. He snagged a small table from the side of the platform and brought it with him over to where she stood. He put the table next to her and opened his bag. Digging through his toys, he found exactly what he wanted and pulled each item out.

  Zipping his bag up, he peeked at her expression and grinned inwardly. The little blush was gone. Now, her eyes were wide and staring at the few things he’d laid out. He didn’t need a lot of fancy toys for this. Sometimes, simple was best.

  “Press your back against the cross,” he instructed, picking up the cuffs from the table.

  She stepped up to the wooden X and held out her wrists for him.

  “You’ve been on this before?” he asked while wrapping the first leather cuff around her wrist.

  “A few times.” She dropped her cuffed arm and offered the next for him.

  “And what sort of things were done to you while you were on it?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the buckle of the cuff.

  “Flogger and a dragon tail.”

  He snapped his focus up to her.

  “A dragon tail?” Not exactly a beginner’s toy.

  “I didn’t like it,” she said. “But I can handle it.”

  Handle it? He shook his head. She’d definitely played with the wrong people. Play shouldn’t be something you handled or dealt with. How many stripes of that beast had she taken for the enjoyment of someone else while merely putting up with it?

  “The dragon tail is not something I would ever use on a beginner. How did you handle it?” he asked, curious about her coping methods. It would give him something to watch out for in case she started to handle it for the sake of putting up with his play tactics.

  “I just did.” She shrugged. “He didn’t use it anywhere other than my butt, and it was only a few hits. Three or four? He said he went gentle.”

  “What did it feel like?” James pressed on.

  She screwed her face into a frown. “It hurt like hell. Not a good pain like the flogger. It was more mind-numbing. Like my brain blanked for a second.” No hesitation at giving him the truth. How refreshing.

  “Please tell me there was at least a warmup.”

  “Oh, yeah. It was at the end of a scene,” she assured him. “It wasn’t horrible. But it’s not really something I want to do again.”

  Noted. Not that he would bring out the dragon tail for her tonight—or anytime soon. It was something he would ease her into… if she was willing to try it again at some point.

  “What’s on your limits list?” he asked. Now that he was about to cause her actual pain, along with intense pleasure, he needed to know where those lines of hers were drawn.

  She shrugged.

  “Only what I put on for tonight.”

  He frowned. “So, if I pull out a bull whip, you’re cool with that?”

  She blanched.

  “I’d really rather you didn’t. But I don’t see one on the table, so I’m fairly certain I’m safe.” She gave him a wobbly smile.

  “Submission doesn’t mean you just let anyone do whatever they want to you,” he said firmly.

  “I know that,” she snapped, defensive.

  “Really? Because you just said you’d rather I didn’t, but wouldn’t stop me? You said you don’t want to play with a dragon’s tail again, but you don’t put it on your limits list.”

  She raised her chin. “I came here tonight to try new things—to get a feel for what I can do, what I should do. If you do something I really don’t like, I’ll safe word.” She paused. “Yellow. I’ll say yellow. I won’t say red unless it’s really, really bad. I don’t want to cost you a free month.”

  He studied her, the tension in her body, the fierceness of her eyes.

  “You need a list of things you don’t want done to you,” he said, then lightly pushed her chest until she was pressed against the cross. “Arms up.”

  She lifted her wrists toward the rings situated on the cross. Her petite frame kept her from reaching them, but the boy scout in him was prepared. He snapped two clip hooks together, then used the chain to tether each wrist to the cross.

  He brushed her hair over her shoulders, then caught her chin in his hand.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the free month. If you need to call red, you call red.”

  Her eyes softened beneath the strength of his tone. He wasn’t messing around. He wouldn’t lay a finger on her if she couldn’t bring herself to safe word for her own safety.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “If you don’t safe word—yellow or red—when you need to, I will punish you, Sandra. And not a little spanking or time out. A true punishment that will make you think twice about not being safe ever again.”

  “I understand, James. I promise. If it gets to be too much, I’ll use my safe words.”

  He believed her, but kept his eyes fixed on hers for another long pause.

  “I trust you.” He let go of her chin and reached over to the table to grab the first item he wanted.

  Her eyes widened as he brought the clamps into her view.

  “Can you trust me?”

  Chapter 9

  Sandra

  She searched his dark eyes. The playfulness from their earlier play was gone. This man was severe, but he’d made his point. And she believed with her entire soul he would punish her badly if she disobeyed him on this.

  “I do trust you,” she said easily. It didn’t mean she wasn’t frightened. The black metal clover nipple clamps looked wicked—something she’d only seen in movies she watched late at night after pouring over depositions from the comfort of her apartment where no one could see the depravity of her sex drive. The horrible things she’d seen had left her pussy soaked and her vibrator unable to k
eep up.

  But watching something on the screen and experiencing it were two drastically different things. Tony had been more about impact play: floggers, paddles, his belt, and that damn dragon’s tail—nothing like what she watched buried beneath her blankets with her trusty vibe in one hand.

  James pinched her left nipple hard, pulling it toward him. The intensity caught her off guard, and she gasped.

  “Shhh, this is nothing.” He chuckled. “Take a deep breath,” he ordered, lining up the first clamp behind her nipple, squeezing her areola.

  She nodded and gulped in a large breath.

  “Blow out while the clamp tightens,” he ordered, then slowly eased the clamp onto her flesh.

  She slowly released her breath, but still tensed as the clamp bit into her.

  “Focus on me. Don’t wander off.” He grabbed her second nipple and pulled.

  “Fuck,” she moaned as the teeth touched her skin.

  “Breathe, Sandra,” he said, placing the second clamp on. Now that the puppy ears were off, she was back to being Sandra.

  She forced out the last of her breath when he let go and the clamps pulled evenly on her nipples. There was a thin chain connecting them, and he lifted it into her view with his middle finger.

  “See this?” he asked. The devil clearly sat on his shoulder now, telling him what to do.

  “Yes.” She nodded, taking slow breaths to ease the sharpness of the pain in her nipples.

  “This works great as a different sort of leash.” He drew the chain away from her, making her nipples stretch, the pain spread. The tightness increased the farther he pulled on the chain, and she winced, unable to keep it from showing on her face.

  Her discomfort seemed to please him. The man was grinning from ear to ear.

  “If I leave it dangling…” he dropped the chain, and her nipples pulled lower, but the intensity lessened. “It’s not as much fun.” He hooked a finger over the chain and pushed downward. “This is more fun.”

  She gritted her teeth at the burst of sharpness. The farther he went, the worse it got.

  “For me at least,” he whispered into her ear, then let go of the chain. She sucked in a shaky breath as her breasts bounced lightly.

  “You have to remember to breathe.”

  Was he teasing her? She brought her gaze up to him. Little wrinkles danced around his eyes. Definitely having fun.

  “Let’s try again.” He pushed on the chain again, and the clamps began to tighten. She huffed short breaths as he went farther and farther.

  “So good.” He kissed her cheek, relaxing the chain again, and she pushed her head back, looking up at the ceiling.

  “How does that feel?” Fingertips lightly caressed the tips of her nipples.

  “It hurts,” she whined.

  “I would think so,” he teased her again. He flicked his fingers over her nipples, sending another ripple of electricity through her.

  She cried out.

  “But let’s see how it really feels.” His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers probed her pussy, gathering all the damning evidence. He raised his wet fingers into her view. “Soaked. Practically dripping.” He licked both fingers clean and grinned.

  She closed her eyes and turned away from him.

  “No, no.” He grabbed her chin and brought her toward him. “Don’t hide from yourself—and don’t you dare hide from me.” The scent of her own arousal drifted from his fingers.

  She opened her eyes to find his stern gaze boring into her, heating her past the point she could understand. The pain in her breasts morphed into a white-hot heat in her belly, and all she wanted was his touch again.

  “Good girl.” A soft smile touched the edges his lips. He retreated a step and pulled out something from his back pocket. The little toy he’d kept from the last platform they’d been playing on.

  A bullet vibrator.

  “That doesn’t look too bad,” she said, trying to hide the glee in her chest.

  He laughed. “No?” He twisted the bottom of it, bringing it to life. “We’ll see.”

  Oh no. Had she just challenged him?

  The first vibration washed up her body, and she moaned, tossing her head back. The discomfort of her nipples disappeared into the pleasure of the vibrator.

  “Feels good, right?” He sounded entirely too happy with himself.

  “Yes. Oh!” She spread her legs slightly and pushed her pelvis toward him.

  “How about now?” He pushed on the chain again.

  “Ow!” She jerked, but there was no getting away from it.

  “That looked sweet. Let’s do it again.” He pushed farther down, and the clamps tightened unbearably. She stomped her left heel into the platform. The pain overpowered the pleasure, which only made her want the vibrator more.

  “Stop,” she growled when he tugged the chain again.

  “Stop?” He brought his mouth to her ear. “Are you saying yellow?”

  She shook her head, hitting his chin in the process. He only laughed.

  “Then I won’t stop.” He took her earlobe beneath his teeth and bit hard.

  She screamed out, and the first wave of an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming hit hard. Her entire body shook, and she yelled again and again. Her arms jerked against the restraints of her wrists, and through every wave, every jolt, James never let up on the chain, on the vibrator, or his teeth on her ear.

  Her orgasm ebbed, and she sucked in long breaths. Slowly, her mind and body began communicating again. The vibrations increased on her clit. It burned. She tried to wiggle free, but he only pressed it harder against her.

  “Not done yet, I’m afraid,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

  “James,” she moaned in a pathetic sound.

  “Okay, okay.” He laughed. “I’ll make it better.” He twirled his finger around the chain until it was wrapped tightly. “Ready?”

  She lifted her eyes to his. “For what?”

  In one yank, the clamps came free from her nipples, and an electric heat ricocheted from nerve-ending to nerve-ending through her entire body.

  She screamed, stomped her foot again.

  But the vibrations were still going, still heating her overly sensitive clit.

  “So fucking gorgeous.” He swept her hair from her face, pushed her head back, and covered her mouth with his own. Slow at first, as though testing the waters. But it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t been soft on her so far, and she didn’t want soft now.

  She pressed her hips toward him, rubbing his leg with her foot. Taking the hint, he nipped her lower lip, then swept his tongue across the tingle. He recaptured her mouth, deepening the kiss.

  The pain of the clamps was long forgotten as she melted into him. No man had ever kissed her with such fervor. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. She understood the sensation entirely.

  When he broke the kiss, his hot breath washed across her face as she searched his eyes. His pupils large, his mouth slightly agape, but it was the intensity of his gaze that drove her to lean forward and kiss him again. A short peck of a kiss that made him smile.

  “We’re not done, pet.” He tugged on her collar, then left her stranded on the cross while he went back to the table.

  She rested her head against her left arm. Her lips tingled from the harshness of his kiss, her nipples ached from the clamps, and her pussy still buzzed from the vibrator.

  Had she ever felt so good before in her life? If so, she couldn’t recall.

  Chapter 10

  James

  James flicked off the vibrator but didn’t put it away. He meant it when he said they weren’t done.

  He draped the clamps over his shoulder and picked up the Wartenburg wheel. Holding the weight of it in his palm, he looked over his shoulder at his little pet. Her head rested on her arm, but her eyes were aimed at him. A tender smile pulled on her lips.

  No, she wasn’t done yet either.

  Clapping and cheers burst from somewhere b
ehind him. He glanced over, trying to find the source. It came from the hallway leading to the red-light district, but he couldn’t make anything out. Closing his fist around the wheel, he headed back to his girl.

  His girl.

  Internally, he gave himself a shake. His girl for the night. Keep it together.

  “Guess someone’s having an extremely good time,” he said to Sandra when he reached her. She lifted her head from her arm. “Where are you on the color scale?” he asked. Her silence could be a sign he’d taken her too far, and he wouldn’t do anything else until he knew for certain she was all right to continue.

  “Green,” she answered confidently. “So very green.”

  A heartfelt smile tugged on his lips.

  “Then you’re ready to continue?” he asked, twisting the vibrator to life.

  She stared at the little bullet; her brow wrinkled.

  “No?” He dipped his head into her line of sight. “I need an answer, pet.”

  She pinched her lips tighter, then gave a curt nod.

  “I need words.”

  “I’m ready.” She raised her chin, daring him with her eyes. “Do your worst.”

  A bubble of laughter burst from his chest. He grabbed her face, lining up her eyes with his own, and brought the vibrator to her pussy, gently teasing her until he positioned it over her clit.

  “Never say that to a sadist, pet.” He flicked the vibe to the highest setting and pressed it against her clit.

  Her entire body went rigid. The clip rings clanked over head as she pulled on her restraints. Within a heartbeat, she was wiggling her hips, trying—and failing beautifully—to get away from the pleasure bullet.

  “Where are you going?” He pressed his hip into her pelvis to hold her against the cross.

  “Too much!” She wiggled harder, but he wasn’t letting up.

  “No, it’s not,” he said, twisting the bullet harder into her clit.

  “Yes! Too much!” she whined, yanking her arms downward.

  “Those won’t let you loose.” He eased the vibrator off her clit and ran it along the hood protecting the over-sensitive nub.