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

by Livia Grant

  She didn’t ask permission again. No, instead she pulled him into her mouth, surrounding his cock in warm, wet suction that almost made his knees buckle. It was desperation that had him reaching up for something to hold onto, and when he found the hook still dangling above them, he grabbed on like it was a fucking lifeline.

  That first long slide over her tongue was torture and ecstasy all wrapped in one, and he held his breath and tightened his grip on the hook to keep himself from coming before he even got to enjoy it.

  McKenna wasn’t making it easy though.

  Every move of her head was a test of his self-control, every flick of her tongue was a roll of the dice on if he’d come or hold off to feel her do it just one more time.

  “I’m not going to last long after that little lap dance you gave me,” he warned, and she responded by drawing him to the back of her tongue and teasing him with her goddamn throat. Growling low in his chest, he slid his hand into her hair and took a fistful of it. He didn’t direct her, not yet anyway, but he needed some semblance of control in the moment. “We’re wasting time, sweetheart. Why don’t you show me what you got so I can come down your throat and feel you swallow every drop.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  He’d been an idiot to think making it a command would make him feel like he was in control — because he definitely wasn’t. Even with his hand in her hair, it was McKenna cupping his balls and choking herself on his dick, letting the drool spill past her lips as she sucked and slurped and moaned until he could feel the buzz rolling up his shaft.

  “Yesss… that’s it. Drool all over my cock, McKenna. Take it.” Every time she swallowed around the head of his cock, choking and trying so hard to deep throat, it almost undid him. It was incredibly hot, even better than he’d imagined, and he didn’t want it to end. He bit down on his tongue, trying to hold out for just one more minute, one more head-spinning swallow.

  It was impossible.

  “Fuck!” Fire roared down his spine with the speed of a lightning strike, his balls drew tight, and his cock kicked just before the whole world went sideways as gravity failed. Everything went white, then multi-colored, and reality flickered as raw pleasure burned him from the inside out and he spilled everything he had into her perfect goddamn mouth.

  If it wasn’t for the hardpoint hanging from the ceiling, he probably would have ended up stumbling off the edge of the fucking platform as the room slowly came back into focus. Each part of his brain blitzed in and out for a minute before he finally became aware that his little redhead still had his dick in her mouth. Her tongue gently stroking the underside of his shaft with each delicate swallow.

  “Fuck me, McKenna…” he groaned, still not confident enough in his legs to let go of the hardpoint as he looked down at her. “You can beg me to use that talented mouth anytime you want. Now, tell me, did you swallow every drop like a good girl?”

  She nodded slightly, her lips still sealed around his dick, and for a moment he wished he could get hard again just to experience it one more time, but there was so much more fun to be had.

  “Show me,” he commanded, pulling his dick from her mouth and biting back a grin at the momentary pout on her face. When she hesitated, Landon gave her hair a tug, and she opened her mouth and stuck out that perfect pink tongue that had temporarily severed his connection to the fucking planet. “Such a good girl. I think it’s time to get you ready for our next spin, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.” McKenna was a glorious mess. Reddened lips, still shining with the drool that had spilled over her chin, and her eyes were glistening with tears from choking herself, willingly, on his dick.

  Where the fuck has this girl been?

  “Come on.” Helping her to her feet, he fixed his slacks and scooped up the pile of his clothes in a fist, chuckling when she reached for his suit jacket again. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re going exactly like this.”

  “But—” That fire flashed in her eyes again, but McKenna managed to stop herself from saying whatever crossed her mind. It was progress. Of course, it could also be because the roulette wheel hadn’t chosen her fate yet and he still owned her for the rest of the night.

  “Good girl,” he praised, ditching his clothes with hers at the bottom of the steps. Kicking them into a rough mound, he tucked them against the side of the platform so they were out of the way, and turned back to her. “Ready?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, and he let the chuckle roll as he slipped a hand around the back of her neck.

  “Don’t worry, I’m excited to see what you’re going to spin for us next,” he said, squeezing her neck and nudging her toward the bar. Unfortunately, as soon as they passed through the curtain, he realized it was more crowded than he would have liked. McKenna was basically nude and the last thing he wanted was some guy ‘accidentally’ copping a feel while they were waiting for a bartender.

  Sonuvabitch.

  Directing her to the end of the bar, he left McKenna where the waitstaff went in and out. “Stay here, and I’ll grab us something.”

  “Okay,” she said, looking over the people at the bar as she crossed her arms over her chest. He didn’t bother correcting that, but he did wait until she eventually added, “Sir.”

  “Good girl. Be right back.” Winking at her, Landon headed for the front of the bar and used his size — and the fact that he was still shirtless — to make it to the front of the crowd.

  It still took a few minutes before one of the bartenders finally noticed him and shouted, “Hey! You a participant?”

  “Yeah!” Landon nodded and the guy moved toward him with a few apologetic looks at the people who were only there to watch.

  “Sorry, man. Should have told us you were a participant! Elijah will beat my ass if he finds out I held up Roulette.” The man laughed but, judging by the faint blush in his cheeks, Landon had a feeling that he wouldn’t mind getting into trouble with the Dungeon Master.

  “It’s cool. Just wanted to grab a couple of drinks and something to boost my sub’s blood sugar before we go for round two at the wheel.” It wasn’t until the words left his mouth that he realized he hadn’t even asked her what she liked to drink, but he figured anything would be better than nothing after the intense scene they’d had.

  “Gotcha, just give me your card and the name of your partner.”

  “McKenna Bell,” he replied, digging his membership card out of his wallet to hand it over. “And, hell, just make it two rum and cokes. Everyone likes rum, right?”

  “You’d be surprised, man.” The bartender chuckled under his breath as he stepped toward the registers. “Give me a minute. I’ll get your drinks and a snack plate.”

  “Thanks,” Landon called over the noise before turning to check on McKenna. It helped that he was tall, but she was easy to find with that bright red hair… and he wasn’t the only one looking. The sudden urge to go get his suit jacket and drape it around her shoulders was surprising. After all, people had been watching them all night, but seeing her alone and naked except for the rope made him itchy.

  Dammit.

  Gritting his teeth against the urge to grab one of the men next to him ogling her, Landon turned back to the bar and searched for the bartender. He was talking to Susie, and it didn’t look like a fun conversation, but it wasn’t until the head bartender looked at him with a serious expression that he got concerned.

  She had a plate in one hand and a drink in the other as she approached, setting both of them in front of him before she crossed her arms. “You ordered two rum and cokes?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Both for you?” she pressed, and Landon felt like he’d been called to the coach’s office for some fuck-up.

  “No, one is for me and one is for my sub. You think I’d try and play with a submissive while drunk? Or even tipsy?” His temper was fraying as Susie shoved a hand through her pixie cut hair and crossed her arms again to just… stare at him. “What the fuck, Susie? I’m just getting some sugar i
nto my sub for round two and I can have a drink. I haven’t even ordered one tonight and the rules fucking say—”

  “You aren’t the problem. I already told McKenna earlier that she only got two drinks for the night, and if you’re trying to get around the rules by ordering for her then—”

  “Stop.” Landon’s temper was doing a lot more than fraying as the pieces of the situation clicked into place. “Are you trying to tell me that my sub has already had two drinks tonight?”

  “Yep.” Susie still had her serious bartender face on as she stared him down, but he didn’t give a shit about that. He just needed to know one thing.

  “When the hell did she have two drinks?”

  “Just before the event started. Had them back-to-back, and just so you know… she prefers vodka cranberry. But she isn’t getting any more of them, or anything else, tonight. No matter who orders for her.”

  “Trust me, that won’t be an issue.” Nudging the rum and coke back toward her, he pulled the plate closer and — like the excellent bartender Susie was — she popped two water bottles onto the counter instead. “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure.” She chuckled, tucking the untouched drink under the bar before she jerked her chin toward McKenna. “I’m sure you’ll handle the situation, Bartlett.”

  “Oh, I plan to.” Scooping up the waters and the plate, he turned to find McKenna wide-eyed at the end of the bar, and they only got wider as he moved closer.

  By the time he got over to her, she was tucked in the corner, already babbling excuses. “I forgot about the drinks with everything and—”

  “Want to tell me why the fuck you downed two vodkas back-to-back when you showed up here?” he asked, shoving the plate into her hands.

  “It wasn’t like that. I just… fuck. I had a crazy day and—”

  “Save it. I really don’t want to hear you lie to me right now.” Grabbing the back of her neck in a firm grip, he pushed her toward one of the tables on the periphery of the bar area. There was a guy sitting at it, but he moved long before Landon even got close. Letting go of her, he pointed at the chair. “Sit.”

  “I don’t have any clothes on, sir, I can’t just—”

  “Sit!” he snapped, and McKenna dropped into it without another word.

  He was pissed. No, he was more than pissed, because part of him was freaking the fuck out that he could have been playing with a drunk sub.

  Was that why she’d passed out? Had he missed the signs?

  Fucking hell.

  “Eat. Every single thing on that plate.” Slamming the water bottle down, the whole table rattled, and he knew he was way too wound up to talk to her about any of it yet. “Drink that too. All of it.”

  “Sir, please—”

  “Silently,” he added, grabbing his water to scan the room. He didn’t know what he should do with the information now that he had it, because if she drank that much upon arrival, how could he be sure she hadn’t pre-gamed the fucking event? Actors were known for their issues with drugs and alcohol, and while he’d never got the impression she was drunk… how could he know?

  What if she was just a high-functioning alcoholic and she’d been blasted all night?

  You’re so fucked, Landon.

  “Stay here. Eat, drink the water, and don’t talk to anyone unless it’s a fucking DM.”

  It was the look on her face that had him second-guessing himself, because he would have sworn McKenna was about to cry, but that was just one more thing to doubt. She was an actress, and she could probably cry on command.

  Christ, he didn’t know anything about her. Everything could be a lie.

  Walk away. Now.

  “I’ll be right back.” He’d just turned away when her soft voice hit him like a hard tackle.

  “You promise?”

  He wanted to turn around and look at her. Shit, what he really wanted to do was pull her back into his lap and spend the rest of the night in ignorant bliss… but he couldn’t live with that. Still, the waver in that single plea wouldn’t stop replaying in his head until he eventually said, “Yeah. Just wait here.”

  Chapter 8

  McKenna

  She’d fucked up.

  She wasn’t even exactly sure how it’d happened, but it had.

  It felt like just a second ago that they were connecting… or at least she thought they’d been connecting, but maybe she was wrong. He hadn’t even let her explain. Not that the explanation was a particularly good one, but considering he’d belted her into subspace and then made her come until her bones had melted, she felt like she deserved a little forgiveness for not speaking up immediately.

  After all, she hadn’t actually accepted the drink.

  She hadn’t even had the fucking opportunity to refuse it or explain to him that she’d already hit her limit for the night.

  Not that telling him that fact would have been a super fun conversation, but… fuck, she hadn’t even remembered about the drinks until she saw Susie behind the bar.

  Then it was like everything stopped. She’d felt frozen. Like a deer in the road, waiting for the truck to hit it. And that was McKenna to a ‘T.’ Fuck-up already in progress and completely unable to stop the oncoming devastation.

  Sniffling, she swiped at her nose and shoved the tears off her cheeks as she put another piece of fruit in her mouth, chewing mechanically before she swallowed it and repeated the process.

  The sinking feeling in her stomach didn’t make sense, nor did the tears that wouldn’t fucking stop. It wasn’t like she knew Landon well. They’d only been paired together because a stupid roulette wheel said they had to be, and she hadn’t even spent two hours with the man.

  Of course, in less than two hours he’d successfully shot her into subspace like some kind of BDSM astronaut, made her come an insane number of times, and then taken care of her when she’d passed out. He’d also been protective, and sweet in his own way, and Jesus Christ the shit he’d said to her was so hot that it should be criminal. His incredible body was just the icing, on top of more icing, on an already really fucking nice cake.

  And she’d screwed it all up because she hadn’t listened to Susie’s warning about taking the second drink right away.

  Landon was probably looking for a DM to end their play for the night, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.

  She needed a goddamn time machine.

  Scrubbing at her face again, McKenna tried to draw on all her experience from years of acting classes and shitty days on set to pull herself together and put on a brave face. She might be completely naked and wearing a chest harness complete with a knot that was still rubbing against her clit every time she moved, but she didn’t have to be the pathetic sub crying in the bar on top of it.

  No. If Landon was going to get her kicked out of Roulette, she was going to walk out with at least a tiny scrap of self-respect left.

  Her gaze drifted toward the locker room, and for a fleeting moment she thought about getting her coat and leaving before Landon made the decision to drop her… but she couldn’t do it. Sure, it might save her the embarrassment of being the only participant to get ditched during the event, but then she’d never have the chance to explain herself to him — and for some godforsaken reason that mattered to her.

  Stupid.

  The truth probably wouldn’t improve the situation at all, but she still wanted the opportunity to tell him. She deserved that.

  McKenna had barely made up her mind when she saw him stomping back toward her. Landon still looked pissed, and there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that anyone on the opposing team on the football field would be intimidated by him. He was huge, and without the smile she’d seen most of the night, he just looked… scary. And unpredictable, and dangerous, and he was coming right at her.

  You can do this. Just explain it.

  There was still some fruit on the plate, but she hadn’t been able to eat much with her stomach twisting into knots. But when Landon stopped beside the t
able, towering over it, she popped another grape in her mouth just to avoid pissing him off further.

  “You didn’t finish your food, McKenna. Or the water.”

  “It’s only been…” Don’t argue. She pressed her lips together and dropped her gaze to the table, swallowing the words about how he’d only been gone a few minutes and replacing them with a strawberry.

  “Look at me,” he commanded, and she obeyed. The silence stretched for a long moment, and all that temporary confidence she’d built up slipped away under his hard stare.

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Right.” Huffing, he shook his head a little. “Look, Susie says you didn’t seem tipsy when you showed up, and so I just have one question for the moment, McKenna.” He held up a finger with that terrifyingly intense look still cemented over his features. “And I swear if you lie to me, I’ll walk the fuck out. Free month or not. Got it?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  A muscle in his jaw twitched as he took a step closer. “Did you have anything to drink before you came to Black Light tonight?”

  “No, sir.” She did everything she could to make him believe it, because it was the truth. She met his eyes, didn’t try to argue or make excuses, and she stayed quiet while his gaze flicked over her face. Judging, deciding.

  “Fuck…” He blew out a breath, lifting one of those beautifully sculpted shoulders in a faint shrug. “I really want to believe you, McKenna, I just—”

  “I swear, sir! I was doing laundry all morning, and cooking dinners for the week, I didn’t have anything to drink until I got here and I’m sorry that I—”

  “Just stop.” Landon sighed, planting his hands on his hips for a moment as he stared across the room at absolutely nothing for a little too long. Finally, he looked at her again and the harsh edge of his jaw seemed to have softened just a little. “Do you believe you’re sober and capable of consenting to finish Roulette?”