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

by Livia Grant

  “Twenty?” he asked, and when she didn’t say anything, he added, “Thirty?”

  “I haven’t said ‘yellow’ yet, have I, sir?” It was a gamble, and when he slowly tightened his fist in her hair, she worried it was a mistake, but then she heard the low groan as he ran his teeth over his bottom lip.

  “Fuck, McKenna… I want to hear you scream for me. No holding back, got it?”

  Why was that so hot coming from him?

  That shouldn’t be hot, but it is. It so fucking is.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered, swallowing as he released her.

  “This will be number five,” he reminded her, and she nodded. Digging her nails into her palms, she tried to prepare — but there was no preparing for what came next.

  Five, six, and seven came so fast she tripped over the words trying to call them out, and when eight landed at the brutally sensitive place where her ass met her thighs, she did exactly what he wanted. She screamed. It was short, but definitely loud, and as soon as the spike of pain passed her head was swimming.

  “Count, McKenna,” Landon reminded her.

  “Eight, sir.” Her skin was tingling, a blurry rush of sensation riding her blood stream to reach every inch of her body until everything felt like it was humming. The next stroke could have been harder than the rest, or not, it was impossible to tell because the pain got swallowed up in everything else. There was just a flash of light behind her eyes before it blended into the whirl of colors as she managed to call out, “Nine, sir.”

  “Good girl,” he said from somewhere in the abyss she was floating in and she felt perfect peace roll over her until the next sharp lash of leather pulled her back to the surface for a moment. A short cry of pain escaped her lips before everything was buzzy and warm again. Swishy and swoony.

  Her head was too fuzzy, but she remembered to say, “Ten, sir.”

  Then she heard the buzz of the Hitachi, and she couldn’t tell if the buzzing was inside her or outside as she opened her eyes to see Landon through the blur of tears. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright, intense. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She just smiled, riding the high that always came after a spanking session… only this was way better. He was close enough to kiss again. Well, maybe if he leaned down a little more, or lifted her up a little higher since she was pretty sure he was holding her up with the arm around her back.

  “You still with me, McKenna?” he asked, moving the Hitachi up her thigh before lightly running it along the rope pressed to her core.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, shivering at the subtle vibrations teasing her clit through the knot.

  “I think you’re flying pretty high right now, but I want to watch you come again before I let you down. Think you can handle it?” He was definitely a fantasy. Guys this hot weren’t nice, they didn’t care if a girl came or not, and they definitely didn’t call her fucking beautiful.

  “You can’t be real.” Those words were supposed to stay on the inside, but he just grinned, letting out the sexiest little chuckle as he brought the buzzing Hitachi to the knot and pressed it in. All she could do was gasp, clinging onto the metal of the hook as a new sensation joined the carnival of chemical chaos happening inside her mind.

  “I’ve seen plenty of subs hit subspace, but this is the first time any of them have doubted I put them there,” he growled, leaning down so that the words buzzed against her skin in a strange echo of the magic wand between her legs. Landon pressed the head of the Hitachi more firmly against the knot, grinding it in just as the speed of it kicked up a notch.

  “Oh, God… Lan— Sir, please!” she begged, pleaded, she just had no idea what she was begging for.

  “Still think I’m not real?” he teased.

  “Sir!” Everything was too much. The heat of his skin against hers, the buzz of his voice, the rough and impossibly good way the knot of rope focused on her clit, forcing her back to the surface where everything felt very, very real. Especially Landon Bartlett.

  “Come for me, McKenna. Be a good girl and come, because I have more plans for you tonight.” He moved the head of the Hitachi back and forth, round and round, until all she could do was pant and whimper as every hazy pulse of lingering pain on her backside seemed to stoke the fire growing at her core.

  “Tell me, please,” she begged, and he groaned low, the sound melting into a growl that was right against her ear.

  “First, I’m going to fuck that sweet little mouth of yours, and you’re going to swallow every goddamn drop when I come, because when I fuck you later tonight, I’m going to make sure you know who owns you while you come over and over and over on my cock.”

  Jesus fucking Christ. Yes, please.

  She wanted to say it aloud, but there wasn’t enough time. There wasn’t enough air around her to form the words, because she was floating and burning. Pain and pleasure warring like the apocalypse was taking place in her nervous system until the orgasm hit like a nuclear bomb. Doomsday powerful. Everything went bright, and then there was nothing but heat and a glorious rush of ecstasy that sent pleasure crashing through her nerves until it was too much.

  All of it was too much. Too good. Too perfect.

  And it went on too long until something inside took mercy on her… and everything went dark.

  Landon

  He’d probably held the Hitachi on a little too long.

  Definitely too long, but he’d been greedy. Watching McKenna come was better than any porn on the planet. The moans and whimpers as she shuddered against him were so fucking hot, and he’d just wanted to watch her come again… and again… and again.

  It was when he saw her eyes roll back that he finally dropped the vibrator, just in time to tighten his arm around her waist as she went limp.

  Fuck.

  She wasn’t hard to keep upright, if anything she needed to gain some weight, but he couldn’t hold her up and grab the remote for the hardpoint.

  “Screw it,” he muttered under his breath and lifted her off the floor, reaching up with his other hand to work the hook free of the rope on her arms.

  There were probably a dozen places to sit down nearby, but Landon didn’t bother looking for them, he just tucked her into his lap and gestured toward his suit jacket. One of the submissives near the edge rushed forward to toss it to him, and he nodded at her in thanks before draping the jacket around McKenna.

  Her muscles were still trembling, like her whole body was convinced the Hitachi was still on… which was his fault.

  He’d pushed her too damn hard. First the orgasm, then belting her into subspace and making her come again anyway. Or had she come twice the second time? Could it have been three? He hadn’t exactly been counting, he’d been completely caught up in the sounds she made, the expressions passing over her face, and the way her body felt pressed against his — and now she was passed out in his lap.

  Dammit. If I fucked tonight up, I’m never going to forgive myself.

  His dick was so hard it hurt, but if McKenna couldn’t keep playing… he’d deal with it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d jacked off in the shower, but he really wanted to make good on his promise to fuck her through the goddamn floor.

  “Broke your sub already, Bartlett?” It was Tyler, the DM who was Elijah’s right-hand man, and Landon glanced around to see if the Dungeon Master was lurking nearby. A bottle of water popped into his vision, and Tyler tilted it from side to side as he chuckled. “Take this, man.”

  “She’s just resting,” he answered roughly, grabbing the dancing water bottle from the DM.

  “Uh huh…” Tyler rolled his shoulders, looking over the crowd around the platform as they slowly dispersed, wandering toward other scenes. “Well, you need to check her hands. She was up there a while.”

  It irritated the fuck out of him that Tyler was babysitting him like some newbie, but it pissed him off even more that he hadn’t done it already. Lifting the jacket, he ran his hand over each of her fingers, r
elieved when he found them warm to the touch. Slightly redder than usual, but no real discoloration. “She’s good.”

  “She’s unconscious, dude,” Tyler said, laughing again as he leaned on the edge of the platform. “Not sure if I should congratulate you or lecture you on that one. Usually, the Roulette subs pass out later in the night.”

  “Guess I’m an overachiever,” Landon grumbled, and Tyler set another bottle of water on the edge of the platform, still grinning like a jackass. Glancing at him, Landon tried to keep his voice even. “Have I done something wrong?”

  “Not that I can see.”

  “Then why are you hovering like a fucking helicopter mom?” Landon snapped, and Tyler chuckled, raising his hands up as he took a step back from the platform.

  “Just doing my job. But… a little advice that you obviously don’t want? You need to get her out of some of that rope and chill out, man. Before your girl wakes up and you ruin the high you just worked so hard for.” Shrugging, the DM looked across the room and nodded at someone before turning his gaze back up to Landon. “My two cents, which you can throw out if you want.”

  Sighing, Landon wiped a hand over his face and tried to stow the over-protective aggressive asshole shit for a second. “I hear you. Hand me the med scissors over there?”

  “Sure thing.” Tyler had that douchebag, surfer dude smile on his face as he grabbed the scissors and set them next to the water bottles. “Heads up, you’re only halfway through the night, so try not to knock her out again too quick.”

  “Thanks,” Landon muttered, rolling his eyes when the DM waved at him and walked deeper into the club. He didn’t care where the other man went, or what his opinion of him was, he just wanted to make sure McKenna was okay.

  Chapter 7

  Landon

  Running his hands over the rope marks on McKenna’s arms, Landon felt like he was doing something wrong, but it was hard to keep his hands off her. She was beautiful tucked in his lap, all wrapped up in his suit jacket. It practically swallowed her whole… and he had to admit he liked having her in it.

  With her leaned against his chest, and the dark fabric cocooning her on the other side, the rest of Black Light seemed to fade into the background.

  Like it was just the two of them.

  And why doesn’t that make me want to bolt for the fucking door?

  Sighing, Landon grabbed the bottle of water beside him and took a swig. He’d cut the rope off her forearms quickly, but he still liked the look of the chest harness, so he’d left that alone. That devious rope running between her legs was still in place though. Mostly because he wanted to give her a minute to recover.

  Or ten.

  Or — he checked his watch — almost fifteen minutes now.

  But it wasn’t like she was in danger. He’d just pushed her too hard. She was breathing fine, her heart rate was good, and Landon definitely wasn’t complaining about the way her exhales felt brushing over his chest.

  It was strangely… intimate. Definitely different than his normal trips to the club, but then again nothing about Roulette was normal. He usually ran into a sub who had a wish list of things she wanted and then he’d cherry-pick the things he wanted too. Then they’d do their scene, enjoy their time together, get each other off, and be done. Sometimes it ended up in sex, sometimes not, but none of the aftercare he’d ever provided had felt like this.

  Of course, he’d never made a sub come until she passed out before.

  The flicker of pride at the back of his mind had him fighting a smile, but he knew it was stupid to be proud of. If he was a better dom, he wouldn’t have pushed her so hard. Hell, he didn’t even know the feisty little redhead, much less what she could handle — no matter how brave she acted while bordering on subspace.

  Fuck…

  He was just lucky she hadn’t screamed ‘red’ instead of counting out the damn belt strikes. That wouldn’t have gone over well considering the fucking owners of Black Light were in the building tonight. Not to mention that Elijah would absolutely haul his ass out back, and if he’d actually hurt her, he would have let the Dungeon Master do it.

  But she was fine.

  And they still had time to play, if she were up for it.

  Rubbing at his forehead, Landon scanned the room to see if Elijah or the infamous trio were watching him, but he didn’t see any of them. Even Tyler wasn’t hovering at the edge of their play area anymore. “At least luck is still on my side.”

  And I definitely got lucky at the wheel.

  He glanced down at her again, admiring the delicate slope of her nose, the little dip in her top lip, and the way her eyelashes had stuck together in places from the tears. Brushing a strand of that vibrant red hair out of her face, he was so tempted to kiss her, but that would definitely be crossing the line.

  Luckily, his concern over her had killed the hard on in his pants, but it only took one wiggle of her sweet ass to wake it right back up. “McKenna?”

  Her face pinched a little as she turned into his chest, nuzzling against him as she mumbled, “Mrrmmm, shhhh.”

  “Did you just shush me?” The sheer shock of it made him laugh and McKenna jerked upright a second later, looking dazed and confused.

  “Oh shit, did I seriously fall asleep? At Black Light?” Groaning, she buried her face in her hands, hiding under the lapel of his jacket as if that would make a difference. “Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.”

  She was trying to sit up more in his lap, but all she was actually accomplishing was grinding her ass over his dick in the most accidental lap dance he’d ever experienced. If she kept that little motion up, he was going to either have to grab her hips and stop her or fuck her right then and there — screw the next spin — but that was definitely his dick talking. He at least needed to confirm she was okay before he pounced on her again.

  “You hit subspace, and then had a couple of orgasms. I’m not surprised you needed a nap.” He grinned when she turned to look at him, effectively swiveling her ass in his lap again, and even though he’d lied through his teeth about not being surprised… it felt like the right thing to say.

  “Was everyone staring?”

  “More like applauding.” Landon leaned closer, taking a deep breath of her hair that now held a heady mix of her warm skin and the faint floral hints from her shampoo. “You look fucking gorgeous when you come, McKenna.”

  “I… um…” She swallowed, shifting in his lap again, and he grabbed her hips because he couldn’t handle it anymore.

  “You’re mine tonight, McKenna, and if I say you looked gorgeous coming for me, then what are you supposed to say?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, those blue eyes looking up at him again and her lips were too damn close. He’d barely have to move to capture her mouth in a kiss, but with his dick trying to make a hole through the front of his slacks he knew he wouldn’t stop with just a kiss.

  Clearing his throat, he lifted her up from his lap and helped her stand. “Why don’t we grab a drink, get you revitalized, and we can chat about if you want to go spin again.”

  “What? Of course, I want to spin again!” All that fire was back, and he was relieved because it meant she’d be just fine, even if he ended up having to smack that ass again.

  “Forget something?” he teased her as he pushed off the platform to stand up, once again towering over her.

  “Sir, I absolutely want to spin again.”

  “Good girl. Let’s get your blood sugar back up, then we’ll find out what naughty thing you spin for us to do next,” he said, leaning down to whisper the last part by her ear. “Well, before I fuck you hard enough that you’ll feel it all week.”

  The little choked sound that slipped past her lips was some tantalizing blend of a nervous whimper and a moan of need, and it was like a live wire straight to his dick. He was so hard it hurt, and he knew there was no fucking way he’d make it through the next scene with the fiery redhead without popping off early.

  That
would be embarrassing.

  “Although now that I think about it… I did tell you that if you behaved you might earn the chance to taste me first.”

  “Yes, sir…”

  Goddamn. McKenna was fucking dangerous. The way her tongue slipped over her lip as she dropped those blue eyes to his slacks had him stifling a groan. But when she bit down on her lip like she wanted to taste him just as much as he wanted her lips wrapped around his shaft — he couldn’t believe he’d been this damn lucky.

  And she called me not real?

  “You want it?” he teased.

  The minx didn’t answer him, instead she brought her eyes back up to his and slowly, so fucking slowly, slid to her knees. His suit jacket slipped from her shoulders when she reached for his slacks, and although he normally liked to be in control of things like this, he wanted to see what she’d do.

  It was like every cell in his body was on red alert. Every molecule standing at attention, preparing for war as if he were on the line in a game, but while his entire job was about stopping people in their tracks… there was no way in hell he was going to stop McKenna Bell.

  Just the vibration of her lowering his zipper had him clenching his jaw, thinking about his coach ripping him a new one for fucking up on the field or the sight of his teammates walking around naked in the locker room. Anything to keep him from imagining what her mouth would feel like.

  “May I, sir?” she asked, and he made the crucial mistake of looking down at her. Those big blue eyes were locked on him, her fingers at the edge of his boxer briefs, ready to pull them down, and she was being such a good fucking girl by asking permission.

  “You may.” It was harder than he thought to push those two words out, and a moment later he could only grunt as she freed him and wrapped her hand around his dick. She moved her hand base to tip, swiping her thumb through the pre-cum he’d been leaking since the first time she’d screamed for him. Stroking him again, she leaned forward and trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking her time licking every drop like it was a goddamn ice cream. “Fuck, McKenna…”