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

by Livia Grant

  Again and again, he lifted her before dropping her to impale herself with his thick shaft, each time hitting her deeper than the last.

  “Yes! Daddy, it feels so damn good. Fuck me, harder.”

  That can be arranged.

  Chapter 8

  Harley

  She was in heaven. Or maybe hell. The pain across her ass and thighs as Geo lifted her again and again was helping to drive her pleasure higher. With each thrust, she got closer to tipping into her own orgasm.

  “So close… yes… fuck, yeah…” she rambled, not caring that she was probably sounding like the needy wench she’d been dressed like earlier.

  That was the last relatively logical thought she had before George lifted her higher, pulling them together, farther away from the pole she’d been strapped to for God-only-knew how long. The change in angle combined with the hard thrust of his stiff cock to land a bullseye on her G-spot.

  Harley detonated into an explosive orgasm that literally rocked her world. Bursts of pleasure consumed her as waves of pure bliss crashed over her as Geo kept up his thorough ownership of her body.

  Just when she was starting to come down, he changed positions and brought a renewed craving for more. The feel of his lips nibbling in the crook of her neck combined with his fast pounding to push her into the strongest eruption yet.

  It was too much. She felt tears stinging her eyes as emotions she wasn’t prepared to face crashed in on her heart as hard as his shaft pounded her pussy. Just as he shouted out his own climax, she couldn’t hold back any longer, bursting into cathartic sobs as they each were wrapped in their intimacy. Only the applause of the spectators threatened to break through her happy place.

  She wasn’t sure how long they clung to each other trying to catch their breath, but Harley eventually felt her feet touch the ground again.

  When Geo started to release her, she was grateful for the fur-lined shackles because she was pretty sure she’d crumple to the ground without them supporting her. How he could be functioning right now was a mystery, one she’d have to think about later when she could focus on something other than the pure satisfaction strumming through every inch of her body.

  As the last restraint fell away, she collapsed into his arms, grateful for Daddy lifting her up to cradle against his chest as he started walking.

  Harley closed her eyes, snuggling against his chest, enjoying the feel of his arms around her as she slowly came down from her high. His masculine scent calmed her more than any of the expensive candles she loved to light ever had. She had no idea where he was taking her, but even in her precarious state, she knew she didn’t care because she trusted him.

  Trust.

  The intrusion of painful memories threatened to ruin her high. How ironic that she’d wasted three years of her life with Ken before she’d finally admitted to herself that she couldn’t trust him—not with her body, and certainly not with her heart.

  Yet tonight, in just a few short hours, she already knew with a certainty rarely felt that the Dom the roulette wheel had paired her with could be trusted in every way. The thought should have scared her, but instead it helped her sink deeper into a relaxed state.

  Geo found some place to sit, holding her in his lap, hugging her close to keep her warm. They sat in amicable silence, just enjoying each other. At some point, she was vaguely aware of a DM bringing his bag of toys and her clothes to them, but she didn’t bother to even open her eyes.

  “Here, baby. I want you to drink some water.” He finally broke the peace, clearly determined to care for her.

  Harley tried to swish it away, not wanting to bother with anything as mundane as drinking, but Geo persisted until she’d taken several long swigs.

  As she had worried, the cool beverage forced her out of the cocoon she’d been enjoying. Music and laughter intruded into their privacy, reminding her they were still at Black Light and technically still playing roulette.

  Her voice cracked as she tried to speak. “Don’t we have to spin another time? I don’t want us to get disqualified.”

  His breath was warm as he rocked her gently in his arms.

  “There’s only ten minutes left. Between your friendship with Madison and mine with Jaxson, I’m pretty sure they’ll consider us winners. I doubt they’ll penalize us for ending ten minutes early, and even if they do, I can cover a month for us both.”

  Feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, Harley had to ask. “Were you joking? You know… earlier?”

  Geo’s easy laughter reminded her of how much fun she’d had that night. “I’ve teased you a lot tonight, but I don’t remember telling you a joke, no. Which part?”

  “You know. That you want to go out for breakfast tonight after Roulette ends?” She’d meant it to come out as a statement but failed. She hated the insecurity she felt as she waited for what felt like an important answer from the first Dom she’d played with at Black Light that she didn’t want to say goodbye to. At least not yet.

  So, when Geo admitted, “I’ve changed my mind,” her buoyed heart sank.

  Forcing her best impression of indifference, she bit out, “You have?”

  Geo made her wait several long seconds before hugging her tighter as he replied. “Yep. I’d rather take you out for a burger now and then I’ll make you breakfast in the morning at my house. I make a mean omelet.”

  “Your house?” she teased, trying to keep her relief out of her voice. “So, you think I’m the kinda girl who goes home with just any guy on the first night they meet?”

  “Truthfully, I’m kinda hoping it’s not something you do often. I’d like to think tonight was as special for you as it was for me. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

  Harley finally pushed herself far enough away from him so she could see his face. She needed to see his eyes to understand if he was being as serious as she thought he was in that moment. The sincerity shining back at her stole her breath for a second.

  The truth was, they barely knew each other. As tempting as it was to jump all in, she decided to try to keep things light.

  “I guess you really have decided not to hold my insulting your design of Black Light against me. I’m relieved, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I’ll have to grade just how good that omelet is before things go too far.”

  A grin lit up Geo’s face. “Oh, you’ll love my cooking, I’m sure. And I’m pretty sure I have the perfect thing to keep our relationship from moving too fast.”

  “Oh? Some horrible habit that’s gonna scare me off?”

  “Nope. Just my last name.”

  His last name? Her mind raced as weird guesses came to mind. “Don’t tell me. You are George Davidson… some relation to Jaxson?”

  “No, but close.” Holding out his hand in a faux introduction, he said, “George Quinn, at your service.”

  It took her a split second to understand what he’d been trying to say.

  “No. Absolutely not. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  Geo grinned. “Told you. Nothing like the threat of legally becoming Harley Quinn to keep things from moving too fast between us. Now let’s get you back into those hot pants. I can’t wait to see the men drooling over you when we get to the Burger Lounge.”

  The End

  About the Author

  USA Today Bestselling Author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and furry rescue dog named Max. She is fortunate to have been able to travel extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia's readers appreciate her riveting stories filled with deep, character driven plots, often spiced with elements of BDSM.

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  Chapter 1

  Kacy

  Kacy wiped her hands on the sides of her dress, trying to hide the nervous gesture as she waited for the doors of Black Light to open. This would hopefully be the biggest night of her life and she absolutely could not screw it up.

  Celebs crowded the stairs, jostling for space with captains of industry and dot com geeks out for a walk on the wild side. She ignored them. Barely a day went by that she didn’t see someone famous trying to hide themselves on the streets of 90210.

  Aside from being allowed to play in one of the hottest BDSM clubs in the world, she’d heard a rumor that Chase, Jaxson, and Emma Cartwright-Davidson were going to be attending. If she could get just a few minutes of their time to set up an appointment, there might be a chance she’d be able to turn their meeting into full-time work.

  Although she wasn’t quite ready to call herself homeless, her address might or might not have been street parking between Beverly and Third when she couldn’t find a place to crash after losing her job due to downsizing. A graphic design position with Runway and Black Light would pay enough for a place of her own and be steady work instead of contract projects that were getting few and far between.

  She’d prayed and crossed her fingers when she filled out the application, then had to panhandle for enough cash to buy a decent dress and a pair of stiletto sandals from a consignment store on Sunset.

  At just over thirty bucks for the dress and shoes, it was the most expensive outfit she’d owned in forever, but it looked amazing. She had a tiny purse made of out black duct tape with rhinestones attached with hot glue, which had her ID and the last of her cash. Kacy didn’t bother with undergarments. She wouldn’t be wearing clothes at all for most of the evening.

  Finding a dominant who didn’t squick out at the sight of a little blood was a very close second on her to-do list. She’d met one when she’d managed to snag a guest pass from a client, but it hadn’t worked out for her.

  Core twitching, she remembered the one and only man she'd played with at Black Light. The man she thought of as her dream dom. He’d been of West African and French descent with a faint accent delivered in a silky voice that made her toes curl. At maybe ten years her senior, he’d towered over her five feet five inches by at least a foot. His trimmed salt and pepper beard had made her want to say ‘yes, daddy’ even if that wasn’t her kink.

  But his name? Nope that was gone. She’d been too busy enjoying the rush of endorphins to commit it to memory.

  She remembered his scent of citrus and masculine spice, the sound of his voice, and the touch of his gloved hands while he built a gorgeous mandala out of colored needles. Using only his fingers and wicked tongue, he’d made her come so hard she’d nearly fainted.

  Those were the fantasies that played out in her head every time she masturbated, except they had real sex when she imagined them together. Even after giving her a million screaming orgasms, he’d refused, saying it was a treat for their next meeting, which sadly, wouldn’t happen.

  She’d fucked it all up by breaking one of the most important rules of BDSM play. She hadn’t told him all her hard limits.

  Kissing was definitely on her list, and the minute he pulled the circle of needles from her areola, he gave her a hug, then… kissed her.

  Eww.

  Although it truly wasn’t his fault, she blamed him for the full day of sub-drop she’d fought through after their scene. He’d tried to make sure she was okay, but she’d been too desperate to escape to think about what she was doing. Checking out on aftercare hadn’t been one of her brightest ideas, but she’d been too weirded out.

  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be touched. She loved being petted and stroked. Kissing was awful. It sent her right back into the past when her uncle had demanded she kiss his mouth every time he visited.

  She didn’t need it, nor did she want it.

  At all.

  Not the slightest little bit.

  Even though he’d never gone any further, just the memory of her uncle’s smelly breath and tight hands on her made her want to throw up.

  She didn’t put it down on the Roulette application like she should have. Instead, she’d entered adult baby diaper lover, scat, water sports, and breath play into the online application, figuring nobody in their right mind would ever put kissing on the Roulette wheel. There would be aftercare, but the short time frame would prevent anything too involved.

  The kinks were supposed to be edgy—things that would take people out of their comfort zones and give the spectators a show. Who the hell was going to watch kissing? Even if she spun the wild card, the chances of her dom for the evening using it for anything but an over-the-top scene were slim to ludicrous.

  There would be fire-flogging, cupping, breath play, suspension, maybe some knife play… Kissing wouldn’t even make the list.

  She tapped a finger against her lower lip thoughtfully. Since it would be done with multiple dungeon monitors keeping an eye on things, breath play sounded hot. Kacy hadn’t seen it, but she’d heard there’d been an amazing oxygen deprivation scene in Black Light East in the last Roulette.

  Maybe she could take it off her hard limits list. There was no rule saying she had to have four.

  Hauling in a deep breath, she started down the steps, following the line of people into Black Light. The guard was friendly and polite, and it took no more than a minute or two for her to check in, get a locker, and deposit her phone and purse.

  The sheer opulence of the place never failed to astonish her, even though she’d only been once.

  Tables loaded with appetizers and snacks waited, including bottled water and soft drinks nestled in ice. Her stomach growled, making her realize she should probably eat something before she had to go up on stage and spin that wheel. Grabbing a plate, she loaded it with food, then found an unoccupied section of wall near the theater doors to eat.

  She nearly moaned in pleasure when she bit into a mini beef Wellington. The succulent bit of rare prime rib surrounded in flaky pastry melted in her mouth, making her wish she had the nerve to load the whole tray into the back of her car for later.

  After setting her empty
plate in a bus pan, she dropped one of her last precious dollars in the tip jar on the bar, then freshened up in the bathroom. As she was about to exit the stall, two women entered and started talking.

  “Did you see Jafari Laurent?”

  “I don’t know who that is. Should I?”

  “Yeah, the hot as fuck black dom with the sexy accent. He’s a sadist and likes needle play. Very high protocol, but he’s good if that’s what you’re into. I’ve seen him play a few times.”

  Kacy laid a hand on her chest, sure the women could hear her heart thundering, then swallowed against a suddenly dry throat. He’d never told her his last name, but his first name clicked with her fragmented memory.

  Was it possible her dream dom was actually here? How many people could there be who matched that description?

  Of course, this was Los Angeles, but still…

  “Oh, I know who you’re talking about now. He’s old, but damn, the man is fine. I’d totally scene with him.”

  “Did you not hear me say sadist and needle play?”

  The door shut behind them, cutting off their conversation.

  Her fingers tightening on the knob, Kacy exited the stall, then washed her hands, forgetting all about her intention to beg the Cartwright-Davidsons for a job.

  “Jafari Laurent.” The syllables sounded like silk and sex, damp cotton sheets and sultry nights. It was a mysterious, slightly dangerous name, tasting of sin and passion.

  Her dream dom wasn’t old. He was seasoned, smart, and experienced. Neither of the women said he’d be participating in Roulette, and the pang of disappointment surprised her. She grimaced at herself in the mirror, then let out a breath. She should probably try to catch him at some point and apologize, but the thought of telling him why she’d run was too embarrassing. Anyway, he was probably with a date for Roulette. He was too gorgeous to be single for long.