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

by Livia Grant

  I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, stroking over the slightly rough spot on the roof of her cunt. Cream and lube squished and splattered as she met me thrust for thrust.

  Ember stiffened for the space of a breath and then shattered, her pussy and ass clamping so tight around my digits and cock it was almost painful. More fluid flooded over my fingers, dripping to the floor as I threw my head back to roar, my heart hammering as my climax tore through me.

  It was wet…

  It was messy…

  I’d dirtied her yet again…

  And it was fucking fabulous.

  After pulling out and disposing of the condom, I slid one hand over her trembling body as I knocked on the wall with the other. When it slid open, I was ready, scooping a very sated submissive up into my arms. I didn’t bother with any clothing. I knew a monitor would gather up our belongings and find us. I carried her back into the main part of the club, not stopping until I reached the hot tub. Thankfully, no one was using it though that wouldn’t have stopped me. I sank down into the warm water with Ember on my lap.

  “Ohhhh, so nice,” she said, her eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again. I didn’t speak, just held her, running my hand over her legs, her belly, her arms as she came back to me. After a few minutes, her eyes opened again, and she smiled.

  “We’re all wet.”

  “We are.”

  “And you’re naked.”

  “I am,” I agreed, running my fingers down her back and cupping a round cheek in my hand. “And so are you.”

  “And you’ve both been awarded an extra month of free membership. Congrats on finishing Roulette.”

  I looked up to see one of the DMs laying our clothes on a stool next to the hot tub before holding out a bottle of water.

  “Thanks,” I said, uncapping it and handing it to Ember.

  He directed his gaze at her and smiled. “Ms. Keller, it truly was a pleasure. You can use your free month back in D.C., but I hope you’ll come back to play with us again.”

  “Thank you, I look forward to returning to Black Light West. This evening exceeded my expectations in every way.”

  “Until next time then.” The DM turned back to me. “You have about ten minutes left before the game is officially over.”

  “Thanks again,” I said as he left us to enjoy the very short time we had remaining.

  “I can’t believe it’s over.” Ember’s tone was plaintive as she finished her water.

  “It’s not yet.” I rose and stepped out of the spa. I wrapped a towel around her, briskly drying her as best I could, though the ends of her hair would need more time to dry.

  Squatting down, I ran the towel over her calves and feet before tossing it aside and reaching for her clothing. Rolling a stocking in my fingers, I held it to her foot and then drew it up her leg after she’d slid her foot in. A soft laugh had me looking up.

  “I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

  “I’m not… well, not really. I was just thinking how even dressing reminds me of our roles.”

  “I’m not sure I’m following your logic,” I said, adjusting the cuff of the stocking around her thigh.

  “You’re definitely the Top starting at my feet as if to remind me I’m the Bottom,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

  I shook my head. “Or perhaps I so enjoy looking at your gorgeous body, I’m in no rush to cover it up,” I offered, earning a wistful smile and a beautiful pink flush suffusing her entire body.

  It wasn’t a lie. The truth was I had enjoyed every moment of the evening because it had been spent with this woman. I’d known she was very intelligent, extremely capable, and fiercely determined to stake her claim in the world of mergers and acquisitions. What I hadn’t known was how incredibly gorgeous she looked when she was coming or how beautiful her pleas were when made beneath my flogger, belt, vibrator, or cock.

  She finger-combed her hair, twisting it up into another bun when I offered her the hair tie I’d tucked into my jeans pocket. After I finished dressing, we walked through the velvet curtain to the social area of the club.

  Eleven was still relatively early, yet the game was over. I realized I didn’t want this to end. The pull I’d felt for Ember the moment I’d seen her walking in front of me from the parking lot told me this woman was absolutely my type.

  “I’d like…” I began at the same time she said, “Can we…”

  “Ladies first.”

  “No, please, go ahead.”

  “I was just going to say no matter what happens tomorrow, I would like to see you again.”

  “Why, Mr. Foster, I’d be delighted to get together to negotiate.” She smiled, offering me her hand to seal the deal.

  I gave it a shake and then tugged hard to pull her into me. Curling my fingers around her neck, I tilted her head and bent down to speak into her ear. “Just so you know that negotiation will include reminding you it’s Master Foster to dirty girls,” I corrected, nipping her earlobe.

  I’d loved it when she’d shattered in ecstasy, but I loved it even more when she shivered in anticipation.

  The End

  About the Author

  Maggie Ryan is a USA TODAY multi-published and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. She loves flirting with the forbidden to bring you stories about strong, stern alpha males and sassy, capable women who discover that life without a bit of fire and a dash of spice isn’t worth living. Maggie hopes you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with her. Happy Reading!

  Connect with Maggie:

  Website

  Facebook

  Amazon

  BookBub

  Newsletter Sign-Up

  Maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com

  Twitter @authorMRyan

  Instagram: Instagram.com/Maggie.ryan.writes

  Also by Maggie Ryan

  Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan

  Please Daddy

  Big Bad Daddy Wolffe

  A Little Atonement

  Daddy Says

  Daddy Commands

  Leather and Grace

  Treasured Submission

  The Forbidden Series

  Her Lord’s Birch – Book 1

  Her Lord’s Law – Book 2

  Her Lord’s Desire – Book 3

  Her Lord’s Claim – Book 4

  Her Lord’s Discipline – Book 5

  Her Lord’s Demands – Book 6

  Her Lord’s Rules – Book 7

  Her Lord’s Delight – Book 8

  Co-authored with Alta Hensley:

  Prima

  Bride to Keep

  Kings & Sinners Series:

  Maddox

  Stryder

  Anson

  Black Light Series Stand Alone:

  Suspended

  Black Light Series Anthologies:

  Roulette Redux – featuring my story Surrender

  Celebrity Roulette – featuring my story Savor

  Co-authored with Shanna Handel:

  Shifter's Call Trilogy:

  The Wolf's Demand

  Her Alpha Mates

  The Power of the Pack

  Cheeky

  A Black Light: Roulette Rematch Novella

  By

  Livia Grant

  Chapter 1

  Geo

  George came to a stop behind the limousine waiting to turn left at the private gate. Despite the fact there wasn’t a traffic light within blocks, he watched the two guys in reflective safety vests directing traffic to know when it was his turn to enter the hidden property.

  Just inside the open gate, he stopped at the guard shack where security waited to check his ID.

  This was a whole lot easier before Davidson opened the place.

  Grabbing the sheet of paper from the dashboard of his luxury truck, Geo lowered his driver’s side window and held it out so the barcode was prominent. As expected, the guard scanned the paper first before passing on
directions.

  “Welcome back to Black Light, Mr. Quinn. I believe you know your way to the correct parking location?”

  Since he’d overseen the creation of the hidden lot, he should say so. Still, he didn’t want to throw the guy for a loop.

  “I do, but I’m early tonight. I’m gonna pass through Runway first and grab a bite to eat before heading downstairs. I’m hoping to convince Avery to make the mushroom ravioli dish I love.”

  The security guy with the name John scrolled on his name tag chuckled. “Good luck with that. I was up at the house earlier and she was running around barking orders. I’d tread lightly if I were you.”

  “Thanks for the advice.”

  Even with his brief conversation, he caught up to the long line of cars in front of him as they inched down the driveway toward Runway’s parking. Once he made the final turn the drive opened up around the fountain. As soon as he could, Geo took a hard right, detouring through the grass, his truck easily climbing the slight incline allowing him to park out of the way.

  Easier to make an early exit if tonight turns into a bust.

  Pushing the negativity aside, he grabbed his toy bag from the passenger seat and locked the truck, leaving his cell phone behind. There was no sense taking in anything he’d have to check with security.

  He glanced around at the elegant property as he hiked from the far edge of the parking lot toward the grand two-story entrance to the mansion. Not much had changed since he’d been the lead contractor for the massive project that turned the private property into not one, but two successful clubs, a micro-hotel, and a residence for the owners. It may not have been his largest job ever, but it had definitely come with a few perks—three months membership to Black Light being just one of them.

  Geo held the massive door open for a group of giggling women who looked closer to his daughter’s age than his own. The realization didn’t help calm his nerves at all.

  He’d been to Runway many times over the years since it had opened so he knew the security drill, although things had gotten even easier since he’d activated his dormant Black Light membership two months before. A quick flash of his black membership card worked like magic, letting him pass through the entry security check before being spit out into the long hall that led to the Runway dance club.

  With the Valentine’s Day crush of guests, the people in the hall inched forward slowly giving him time to glance at the hundreds of pictures plastered along the left wall of the hall. Autographed pictures of celebrities and VIPs that had graced the club were hung interspersed with artsy looking photography of Hollywood landmarks. Those were the photos everyone else seemed to stop to look at. Geo, on the other hand, spent the most time looking at the construction photos of the transformation of the building.

  He was just about to the turn that would allow him to take the shortcut to the kitchen when he got to a photo that had him stopping in his tracks. The guy walking behind him jammed into his back, not expecting Geo to stop.

  “Sorry man,” he mumbled.

  On the wall was a smiling photo of himself with Jaxson and Chase on either side of him. He remembered the day the picture was taken. They’d just passed the final building inspection and had been granted the occupancy permit just in the nick of time to keep the grand opening on schedule.

  He’d been living on about three hours of sleep a night for weeks at that point and looked like shit, despite the smile on his face. So much had changed in his life since the photo was taken. He may have gained a few more grey hairs, but he’d managed to lose not only fifteen pounds, but more importantly, one cheating wife since that sunny day.

  Good riddance.

  Despite being happier than he had been in the picture, he pushed the memories aside. It had been a long, ugly divorce, but it was finally behind him. It was time to move on. Initiating his dormant Black Light membership had been step one to reinvigorating his stagnant sex life. Signing up for Roulette was going to push him to actually be a player instead of a voyeur tonight.

  He cut across the group going toward the dance music playing from the ballroom ahead so he could head off in the direction of the kitchen and dining room. Weaving between partygoers, he kept an eye out for Madison. Getting to work with the perky blonde had been one of the best benefits of the project. He’d heard through the grapevine she’d definitely be there that night and he wouldn’t mind if the wheel hooked him up with the pint-sized spitfire.

  He took a seat at the kitchen’s eat-in bar and found a Valentine’s Day limited menu card in front of each seat.

  There went his mushroom ravioli.

  Geo had just finished placing his order with a chef he’d never seen at the club before when someone slapped him across the back. Looking up, he found none other than Jaxson Davidson towering over him.

  Sticking his hand out for a shake, he greeted the owner. “Davidson.”

  Not bothering to smile, Jax replied, “That’s Cartwright-Davidson now.”

  The men pumped their hands in greeting as he replied, “Sorry. I can’t get used to the change.”

  “Yeah, it took me a while too.” Dropping their connection, Jaxson added, “I was glad to see you finally putting your free membership to use. It was a pain in the ass seeing it as outstanding on my monthly accounting reports every month.”

  Geo chuckled. “Typical. God forbid anyone inconvenience you.”

  The owner finally cracked an indulgent grin. “Damn straight.” Getting serious again, Jaxson asked, “I’m guessing you finally got the divorce behind you?”

  The men were as close as bossy jerks like them got to be when it came to friends. It didn’t surprise Geo that the dark-haired man would ask.

  “Yep. It was messy as fuck. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”

  “I hear that. I was glad to see your name on the Roulette participant list. Tonight will be your chance to get back out there and have some fun.”

  “Maybe. I’ve come to the club a few times, but…” He let his voice trail off.

  “Cut yourself some slack. I know it’s gotta be weird putting yourself out there again but trust me. I’ve seen you in action. You have more than enough of the dominant asshole gene like I do to be able to handle a little subbie,” Jaxson teased before popping a handful of trail mix from the bowl on the bar into his mouth.

  He didn’t know how to respond, so he said the truth. “I’m not worried about the whole dominance/submission thing.” He paused and could tell Jax was waiting for him to finish. “It’s been a long time since I put myself out there. Everyone has an angle and I’m tired of being the one to get burned. I’m just tired of the games, you know?”

  Jaxson slapped him on the back. “Well, you’re in luck tonight because Roulette is the perfect game for you. Three hours. No strings attached. Who gives a fuck if she lies to you? Play hard, have fun, and then go home and sleep like a baby.”

  It sounded cold, but maybe it was the advice he needed. Maybe he didn’t need to get hung-up thinking about the risks of diving back into the relationship thing if he could get his itch scratched at Black Light without any strings.

  “Sounds like odd advice coming from a man who’s married to not only one, but two submissives. You have to have the most complicated marriage in town.”

  Jaxson looked into his eyes, dead serious. “You’d think so, but honestly being with Chase and Emma is as natural as breathing to me now.”

  “You’re serious? I remember how fucked up things got during the lead-up to the opening.”

  “Yeah, well that’s because I was a dumbass and took my eye off the ball. Almost losing Emma was all I needed to get my head on straight.”

  “Wow, I don’t think I ever felt that passion for my ex, even when we were first married.” He heard the regret in his own voice.

  Jaxson glanced over his shoulder, like he was making sure they were alone before he leaned in to talk softer. “Have fun tonight. Play hard, try new kinks and women on for size. But I really d
o hope you find someone one day who lights up the passion for you, too.”

  The temp chef delivered his plate of food. Jaxson stood tall, his normal dominant glare back on his face that had Geo wondering if he’d just imagined the last few minutes of their conversation.

  “See you downstairs, Quinn. Good luck with the wheel,” Jax added before taking long strides across the room, only nodding at a few other patrons on his way out.

  Geo turned the advice over in his head as he ate his dinner in silence. A couple curvy brunettes across the room tried hard to capture his attention which boosted his confidence, but knowing they wouldn’t be going down to Black Light, he finished eating and signed the check to put the dinner on his tab.

  With the mansion so crowded, it was harder than normal to go down the winding steps to the basement without being noticed by Runway partygoers. Once downstairs, it only took a few seconds to pass through the security check at the end of the bar. He liked arriving through this less-used entrance because it gave him the chance to meld into the sea of faces versus coming in the main Black Light entrance.

  The social area was already crowded with all of the booths, tables, and chairs taken. The remaining crowd mingled nervously, taking appetizers and flutes of sparkling wine from the servers weaving through the crowd. He saw several Doms he’d chatted with in his past visits across the room and tried to work his way between bodies until he finally gave up.

  Snatching a passing appetizer for himself, he changed course, heading in the direction of the theater in hopes of finding an out of the way place to stand instead. He ground to a fast halt as soon as he took his first step into the room.