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

by Livia Grant

  “How can it feel so good it hurts?” she asked between pants.

  “What’s really fun is when it hurts so much it feels good.” He showed her the wheel in his hand, and she shook her head. Hair flung in front of her face, hitting him as she objected.

  “No?” he asked with mock disappointment. “Do you want to say yellow?”

  She stomped her foot again.

  “Are you mad at me or yourself?” he asked, laughing.

  She raised her chin. Hair fell in front of her eyes, but he could see the emerald orbs glaring at him. “Both of us.”

  He let loose a hard laugh. Such honesty and purity. Fuck, this girl could keep him awake at night.

  “Well, let’s see how mad I can make you.” He brought the small, spiked wheel to her left arm. “Just a bit.” He pressed the spikes into her creamy skin. Keeping the tension even, he rolled it up her arm to her elbow.

  She jerked her arm, but she wasn’t getting away.

  “See? Not so bad.” He lifted the wheel and repositioned himself, switching the vibe into his other hand over her pussy so he could better access her breasts.

  “Wha—What are you doing?” She tilted her head when he touched a spike to her nipple.

  “Nothing yet,” he assured her, then moved the vibe back onto her clit.

  She cried out and threw her head back. The hooks jangled louder as she jerked against them.

  “How about now?” He pressed the wheel into her nipple and rolled over her areola while twisting the vibe into her pussy.

  She screamed, and no music he’d ever heard in his life compared to the sounds her pain brought out.

  “So pretty,” he said, though he doubted she could hear him over her panting.

  “James!” She twisted her hips, trying to get his hand away from her.

  “Yes?” he asked, dipping his head beneath her to see her eyes. Glossy and wet, but nothing signaling danger.

  “It’s so much.” She sucked in a long breath.

  “I know, baby, but you can do it.” He rolled the wheel backward over the same nipple, and she tensed. “Color, Sandra. Give me your color.”

  She took a few deep breaths, her chest heaving. “Green.”

  “Really green or more yellow-green?” He poised the wheel over the second nipple.

  “Too green,” she admitted as if she were confessing to a mass murder.

  He kissed her forehead.

  “Good.” He pocketed the wheel, then shoved the vibrator into his back pocket. The vibrations carried through his entire ass, but he had something else to do.

  “Nooo, not those.” Her whine stroked his cock as easily as her hand could.

  “Yes, these.” He pulled the clamps from his shoulder and made quick work of getting them back in place, careful not to put them in the exact spots he had the first time.

  Once they were on, he lifted her chin. “Color now?”

  “Still green.” She frowned.

  “Why do you look so sad by that?” he asked. “What is it you want?”

  She licked her lips and tried to turn her face away. He responded by grabbing her face and gripping her cheeks hard, then lessened his grip to be sure she didn’t bruise.

  “What is it you want, Sandra? Part of submitting is admitting your needs. What do you need?”

  “I want you to fuck me, James. Like, really fuck me.” She raised her eyes to his level, unshed tears clinging to her eyelids. A crimson blush burst over her face, all the way up to her hairline.

  “That makes two of us,” he assured her. “But first, I want to hear you squeal some more.”

  A single tear slipped from her eye when she blinked, trailing a wet line over her cheek until it rolled onto his hand.

  “Okay.”

  He let her go, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking away the salty drop.

  “Even your tears are sweet.”

  He cupped her breast, lifting it and bringing his mouth to it, licking at the very tip of her nipple. She moaned, a glorious sound of pleasure he almost didn’t want to take away. Almost.

  When he brought the wheel up to replace his tongue, she stiffened. A soft chant of, “No, no, no,” fell from her lips, but held no weight.

  “Look at me, Sandra,” he demanded, then waited until she dragged her gaze up to his before he touched the wheel to her nipple. “Keep looking at me.”

  She clamped her mouth closed. Her breathing flared her nostrils, but she didn’t look away as he pressed the wheel harder into her sensitive flesh.

  “So good. Such a good girl.” He licked at his own lips as he rolled the wheel up her breast and over her nipple. Her full lips parted as she chased after air. Another tear fell.

  He released her breast and moved to the other.

  “James,” she breathed.

  He arched his brow.

  “Yellow.” She bowed her head.

  He tossed the wheel to the table and cradled her head, pulling her up to look at him.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, checking the clamps. They hadn’t been on longer than was safe, but maybe they were pinching more.

  “So sensitive,” she whispered.

  “Your nipples?”

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “I’m going to take off the clamps.” He reached for the first one.

  “No!” She jerked. “Just not the wheel.”

  He narrowed his gaze on her. “The wheel was the problem?”

  “With the clamps, yes. But the clamps by themselves…” she took another breath. “They’re good.”

  He hooked his finger on the chain and pushed down. “And now?”

  “Good,” she moaned, rolling her head to the side again.

  The spikes had been too much for her.

  “Good girl for telling me.” He kissed her head and pulled the vibe out of his back pocket.

  “Oh!” She tensed again as the vibrations assaulted her clit.

  “Good girls get fucked hard. Are you going to keep being my good girl?” he asked, feeling for the condom in his other pocket.

  “Yes! Oh yes!” Her thighs shook and shoulders slacked.

  “I want you to hold this in your mouth.” He lifted the chain up to her lips.

  She licked at her lips, then took the chain between her teeth, groaning. The chain pulled up enough to increase the pressure of the clamps.

  He suddenly wished he had another fucking hand. He had to pocket the damn vibe again while he worked his belt open and unzipped his jeans.

  “Hurry, James,” she demanded from around the chain.

  He fisted his cock and rolled down the damn condom. Shoving his pants off more, he stepped up to her, fished the vibrator out, and placed it on her clit. She hissed.

  “First you give an order, and now you’re complaining?” he teased through gritted teeth. He needed get inside her.

  “Please.” She lowered her chin, giving some slack to the chain.

  He tossed the vibrator to the floor. “Fuck it.” He grabbed both her legs and plucked her off the floor. Shoving her against the cross, he briefly wondered if it was anchored well enough to withstand their weight.

  In one thrust, his cock plunged into her hot, tight passage. His balls hit her ass, and she groaned.

  “Sandra?” He checked her eyes. Wild with arousal. He could spend fifty hours in the gym a week and not feel as powerful as he did in that moment. And he’d made her this way. He’d taken her to the edge and could either push her over or pull her back. Either way, he’d be going with her. That was for damn sure.

  “Go! Don’t stop!” She nudged her knee into his hip.

  He smiled. “You’ll pay for that later,” he promised. Withdrawing from her until only the head of his cock nestled inside, he waited a heartbeat, then plowed right into her.

  “Fuck!” She bit on the chain.

  Again and again, he thrust into her, squeezing her ass, digging his fingers into her curves. She hissed, but it only fueled him.

  “So h
ard. Hard,” she urged him, and he wouldn’t disappoint.

  Sounds from around the platform invaded his mind for a moment, and he realized they had an audience. He didn’t care. Let them watch. Let them see what a prize he had in Sandra. Let them drool over what they would never have.

  He plowed into her, grinding into her pelvis.

  “Come for me again, pet. Come again.” He slammed into her.

  She shook her head, but he wouldn’t accept no for an answer. He shifted his position and fucked her against the cross harder and harder until she was bucking at him.

  “Do it, pet. Do it now.” He couldn’t hold back much longer. Her pussy gripped him so sweetly, and her heat only made it harder for him to withdraw at all. But his reward was to get inside her over and over again as he fucked her hard.

  “James!” she screamed for the third time. Her cunt clenched around his cock, and he stopped fighting.

  “Fuck.” He plowed into her once, twice, then stilled on the third thrust while his dick filled the condom, grunting with each beat of his orgasm.

  His lips found hers. The chain dropped, and he kissed her as though his life depended on the connection.

  Breaking the kiss, he touched his forehead to hers and sucked in air.

  “James?” she asked tentatively.

  “Yeah?” He pressed his lips to her forehead, then shifted.

  “My legs.” She wiggled her foot. He eased his cock from her and helped her get her feet on the floor.

  “Give me a second.” He grabbed the trashcan that suddenly appeared at his feet and got rid of the condom, pulling his pants up and zipping. His belt dangled open in front of him.

  “Take a deep breath,” he instructed as he grabbed the first clamp. He watched her obey, and once she looked ready, he opened it. The hiss was inevitable, and even after his cock went soft, his heart soared with the sound.

  “One more.” He walked her through taking the second clamp off. Dumping the set onto the table, he moved quickly, undoing the wrist cuffs, and gathering her up in his arms.

  She sank into his embrace.

  “How are your arms? You were up there for a while.” He rubbed her shoulders.

  “They’re good,” she assured him, wrapping them around his waist and hugging him tight. “Thank you, James.”

  He sank into her, holding her tightly against him.

  James looked around the room. Scenes were wrapping up and being cleared away.

  “Looks like we made it,” he said, resting his chin on her head. She fit so perfectly against him, he didn’t want to let go of her.

  “Yeah,” she said, not moving.

  “Hey, man. Here’s your stuff. Her clothes are on top.” The DM put the leftover toys from their first scene on the platform.

  “Thanks.” James waved him away. Until Sandra was ready to move, they weren’t going anywhere.

  “I should probably get dressed.” She untangled herself from his arms and smiled warmly. The light bit of mascara she wore smudged at the corners of her eyes. A trail from her tears still stained her cheeks.

  She couldn’t have been more beautiful.

  “Yeah, I guess.” He dropped his arms to the side. “I’ll pack up everything.”

  “Uh… James, the tail.” She laughed.

  He smiled. “You sure you don’t want to wear it under your dress?”

  “I almost did. I can’t really feel it so much now.”

  “Probably because there were other sensations to concentrate on.” He grabbed her hips and turned her away from him. “Bend over,” he ordered with a smack to her ass.

  She bent over and pushed her hands into her thighs while he pulled her cheeks open.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “No, but it has to be done,” she answered.

  He laughed. “Fair enough.” He pulled on the tail, easing the plug from her ass as gently as he could. Once it popped out and the tight ring of muscle clenched again, he tapped her back. “Done.”

  She stood up and turned to him, her eyes wavering over the tail.

  “I thought I would hate that, but…” she shrugged. “It wasn’t so bad.” She quickly unbuckled the collar and handed it to him.

  “Your clothes are there.” He pointed to the pile the DM had left.

  Her shoulders dropped. “Yeah. I’m going to take them to the washroom and get cleaned up.”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “Are you sure you’re okay to go yourself? You were really wobbly a few minutes ago.”

  She nodded. “Yep. I’m good. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  He weighed telling her to wait for him and he’d take her, but that wasn’t what they’d signed up for. Their time was over. Playtime finished.

  “All right, but if you need help, you better ask someone.” Maybe he couldn’t totally resist being bossy with her.

  She hugged her clothes to her chest.

  “I promise. I’ll be right back?”

  “Yeah. Right here.” He nodded and watched her step down from the platform and head off to the bathrooms. He should be going with her. He shouldn’t have let her go alone. He shouldn’t let her go at all.

  Black Light was supposed to be a one last night. A last hurrah.

  Sandra changed all that.

  Chapter 11

  Sandra

  “Wow, you had an awesome night.”

  Sandra looked into the mirror at the blonde standing behind her as she washed her hands—the same woman she’d talked to before her roll.

  “Yeah. It was fun.” More than that, but she wasn’t going to let herself delve into that thought. This was a one-night thing. A simple game of two consenting adults having fun. Nothing more.

  “I told you James knows what he’s doing.” She nodded.

  “How’d your night go?” Sandra asked, slipping away from the topic of James.

  “Not bad. Had some fun of my own.” The blonde turned around and lifted her skirt. Red welts crisscrossed over her ass. Purple blotches were already forming in a few spots. “Actually, damn good.” She laughed, touching her fingertips to one welt.

  Sandra finished washing her hands. The eyeliner had taken two washes to get off her nose, but it was cleared now.

  “It’s too bad James is letting his membership expire. I was hoping to get to play with him again. But I guess not.” The blonde put her skirt back down and smoothed out the wrinkles.

  He’d let his membership expire. Sandra’s heart clenched. There would be no more playing with him. This truly was a one-night thing.

  “Yeah. I know what you mean,” Sandra said, doing her best to sound casual. As much as she didn’t want him to stop coming to Black Light, she also couldn’t stomach the idea of him playing with someone else.

  “Well… see you around.” The blonde waved and headed toward the stalls.

  “Yeah, you too,” Sandra said and walked out of the bathroom. Her mind in a haze, she found her way back to the platform where James had packed everything up. Staff members were already cleaning up the equipment.

  “Hey.” James’ brow wrinkled. “You okay?”

  She cleared her mind. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m good.”

  “You shouldn’t have gone off by yourself yet. I should have made you sit down.” He cupped her elbow and led her toward the lounge, finding a booth. She didn’t argue when he gestured for her to sit on the plush leather.

  “Water.” He put a bottle in front of her. “I should have made you—”

  “You can’t make me do things,” she blurted out, unscrewing the top of the bottle. “I’m an adult, and I can take care of myself.” She took a long swig of the water. “I don’t need someone to do that for me.”

  He slid into the seat across from her and covered her hands with his own.

  “Hey, what’s going on?”

  “Nothing.” She pulled her hands from beneath his.

  He leaned back in his seat.

  “That’s not right. I’m sorry.” She rubbed her temples. “I’m
sorry, you don’t deserve that. I’m just… I don’t know, tired, frustrated for some reason.”

  He tilted his head. “Sometimes after a scene that happens. Especially when it’s intense like pain play.”

  And sometimes it’s because she’s an idiot and starts romanticizing things that aren’t real.

  “Yeah. That’s probably all it is.” She nodded and took another sip of the water.

  “Hey, James. There you are.” A staff member approached their table. “Here’s your confirmation. All renewed.” He handed James a piece of paper. “Glad you changed your mind.”

  James nodded to him and took the paper. “Thanks.”

  “You renewed?” Sandra asked once they were alone again.

  “Yeah.” He folded the paper in half, pressing down the crease. “I’m gonna be honest, Sandra.” He folded his hands on top of the paper. “I’d like to see you again. But not here. Well, here, but not here.”

  She laughed. “You sound like me.”

  “Yeah.” He grinned. “I want to see you, but not just for play. I’m not looking for any casual play partners anymore. I’m looking for something more serious.”

  She put her hands in her lap.

  “Serious how?”

  “Serious like, dating, a real relationship—dinners, late night movies, walks on the beach… if you like that sort of thing.”

  “Rides on your motorcycle?” she asked coyly. “I recognized it when I pulled into the lot this evening. When I saw you, I assumed it was yours.”

  “It is.”

  “So, you’ll take me on a ride?” The tightness in her chest started to ease.

  “If you’re a good girl,”—he nodded—“then yeah.”

  “So, you don’t only play in the bedroom?” She braced herself to be let down. So far, James seemed to have everything she never even knew she wanted. But now that she’d found this part of herself, she didn’t want to barricade it in one room.

  He held her gaze for a long pause.

  “No. I don’t want to stay in the bedroom anymore. I’ve done that, and it doesn’t work for me. I don’t want to stop being the Dominant when I put my pants back on.”

  The boulder on her chest rolled off. “I don’t want that either.” She paused. “I think.”

  He grinned. “I know you’re only figuring this all out for yourself now, and I won’t force you. We’ll go slow. Being the Dom outside the bedroom is new for me too. So, we take our time, feel things out, make up our rules as we go along.”