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

by Livia Grant

  Straightening, he moved around the massage table and kissed a path up her belly, taking time to enjoy her pert nipples. Yet when he reached her lips, she jerked and turned her head away.

  “Shh, little rabbit,” he crooned, content to give her space for the moment. His cock throbbed in his trousers, desperate to sink into her willing heat, but it wasn’t yet time for them. He wanted time, privacy, and a proper bed for the first time he made love to Kacy. “Give me your color, please.”

  She bit her lip, then looked up at him. “Y… green, sir.”

  He took a step back and frowned. Yellow wasn’t red, but it was as good as during a Roulette event. What the hell happened? He took the tube of antibiotic Tyler handed him and dabbed the marks with the cooling gel.

  It made no sense. Jafari had burned her skin dozens of times, and at no point did he believe she’d been close to using a safe word. In fact, he’d gone to some effort to ensure she retained the ability to do so. For her to nearly safe word after the scene was more than a little puzzling. He tamped down the urge to spank her ass until she shared what had gone wrong.

  Thankfully, Tyler had already left, so he hadn’t heard Kacy almost drop a safe word. Then again, perhaps he should have. She had to know how serious this was, and Jafari still had no idea what was making her react so oddly.

  They had two more hours, but at the end of the evening, Jafari was going to get some answers.

  Chapter 4

  Kacy

  She tried to sit up, her head still reeling from the incredible orgasm. She’d almost dropped a safe word and wanted to kick herself.

  What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she see Jafari instead of her uncle? She was a grown-ass woman, well past the point where some creepy old fuck should affect her. Inhaling deeply, she tried to get her head back in the game. She absolutely had to keep her shit together until the end of the evening.

  Jafari helped her, supporting her torso so she could see. “What is it?” she asked, not recognizing the design. It was an outline of an eagle holding the letters J and L in its talons. The skin surrounding the marks was slightly reddened, yet that would fade soon. She almost wished he hadn’t put the cooling antibiotic gel on them, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

  “My winery logo.”

  Biting her lip, she lifted her head and turned to peer at him. She didn’t care whether or not he had money, but she didn’t understand why he’d put something so recognizable and personal on her body. “That’s… Why?”

  “Because you’re intoxicating. It seemed only fair to give you a warning label.”

  A blush warmed her cheeks and she smiled, flattered by the gesture. “It’s pretty. Thank you.”

  “Here,” Jafari said, handing her a bottle of water. “Drink.”

  “I’m okay,” she replied, trying to sit up. “Don’t we need to spin again?”

  Jafari gazed at her impassively, then shook his head. “In a minute. You’re going to drink first.”

  “I’m not—” The plug in her ass zapped her hard, making her jerk and screech.

  “Drink, Kacy. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  Eyes wide, she accepted the bottle, then drained nearly half of it. Giving him an apologetic smile, she finished it. “Sorry, Master.”

  She couldn’t decide if she wanted to throw that damned plug into the ocean or marry it. Holy shit, it gave her a thrill like nothing else when he turned on the juice and was deadly effective in the hands of an accomplished sadist like Jafari.

  “Do you want another?”

  She bit her lip, unsure if he meant water, or another jolt from the plug. “No, thank you.”

  “All right.” He retrieved his play bag, then helped her to her feet, but didn’t remove the plug. “Are you ready for your second spin?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” Gently, he turned her toward the curtain separating the play area from the rest of the club. “Put your hands behind your head and walk in front of me.”

  “Sir? What about the plug?”

  His warm, spicy scent filled her lungs when he leaned close to whisper in her ear. “The plug stays in to remind you of your manners.”

  Her knees wobbled with a renewed surge of arousal, but she obeyed, clasping her hands behind her head. The plug flared to life once more, nearly making her stagger before she could push the curtain aside.

  “Something wrong?” he asked from behind her.

  Hearing the amusement in his voice, Kacy almost turned to glare, then regained her balance and kept going. It would have been a remarkably dumb idea to give him yet another reason to send that evil thing to life once more.

  Instead of turning it off, he let it twitch inside her, the low thrum of current sending pulses of need into her core.

  Kacy managed to make her way across the bar area and into the theater without further incident but stopped at the base of the steps leading up to the waiting roulette wheel.

  She wasn’t as nervous as she had been for the first spin. It had been wonderful until Jafari tried to kiss her when she hadn’t been expecting it. Thankfully, she’d managed to shake off the sensation of dread and react somewhat normally, leaving him none the wiser—at least she hoped so.

  Promising herself she’d explain everything at the end of Roulette, she lifted a bare foot to mount the stairs. He deserved to know the truth, even if it would cost her the chance to get to know him. The thought made her blink back tears.

  “Come, chérie,” Jafari said, putting his arm around her waist. “Shall we try another spin?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He helped her up the stairs, allowing her to drop her hands only when Madison handed her the small white ball.

  “I heard that was a very fun scene,” Madison said. “You had quite an audience.”

  “Thank you,” Kacy replied, feeling her face heat again.

  The scene wasn’t just fun; it had been explosive and her thighs were still slick with the evidence of her passion. Her stomach twisting with anticipation, she tossed the ball, chewing on her lip when the wheel spun and slowed.

  “Dom’s choice!” Madison announced, giving them a delighted grin. “Let’s make it a dirty one.”

  “Fascinating.” Jafari pulled her into his arms until her back met the hard planes of his chest. “I should take you to Monte Carlo. Your luck is uncanny.”

  Kacy had never considered herself particularly lucky but wasn’t about to argue. “What would you like to do?” she asked.

  “I was considering knives, but I believe someone is already doing that.” He turned her toward the exit of the theater. “Do you think the St. Andrew’s cross is free?”

  Shivering, Kacy imagined Jafari painting her with vivid red stripes from a single-tail. “I think someone was using it, sir.”

  “A pity.” Lowering his head, he kissed a path down her neck. “We could find Tyler and have him set us up for cell popping again.”

  “I think that’s against the rules.”

  “Hmm.” He straightened and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Well, I suppose we could do needle play. It seems a shame to pick something so boring though.”

  She turned in his arms, then caught his teasing grin. “You’re so kind to take one for the team, sir.”

  “Would you like a DM to assist?” Madison asked.

  Jafari traced Kacy’s lower lip with his thumb and a shiver went down her spine when she looked into his fathomless brown eyes. The fiery swell of absolute desire almost brought her to her knees. God, it was going to kill her to tell him about her hard limit, but she had to. He deserved better.

  “Oh, I think we can manage without one,” he murmured.

  Jafari

  Their place near the lap pool was occupied by the time he walked Kacy back to the main play room, but it didn’t matter. Instead, he chose a platform to the right of the central whipping post, wanting plenty of space for spectators. Kacy would want it too. He remembered how much she�
��d liked to be watched once she got over her nerves.

  A staff member gave them a nod and finished sanitizing the massage table. As he collected his cleaning supplies, he asked, “Do you need any equipment for your scene?”

  “I’d like a small table where I can set up my supplies.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Within moments, the staff member returned with a small rolling cart similar to the one he’d used for their cell popping scene. Opening his bag, Jafari retrieved plastic tubs filled with the tools of his favorite kink—dozens of sterile fine-gauge needles sorted by color, plus antiseptic wipes, surgical gloves, antibiotic gel, a biohazard disposal bag, and a secure sharps container for the used needles.

  The act of setting up his equipment sent him to the edges of domspace. It was a mindset he enjoyed, yet he’d wait to allow it free rein. Kacy would be his entire focus. There was something going on with her, but he hadn’t figured it out yet. Frowning, he moved the cart into position, then shifted a few tubs for easier access. He’d have to watch her especially closely for this scene.

  “May I help, sir?”

  Shaking away his suspicions, he turned and smiled down at her. Still flushed and dewy from her climax, she blinked up at him. “No, chérie. The only thing left to do is put you in position.”

  Jafari put his hands on her waist and lifted her. To his surprise, she wrapped her legs around his hips then rested her head on his shoulder.

  She was a fragrant, delightfully warm weight in his arms, and he resisted the urge to take her into one of the cooldown alcoves for a more private scene. It was an intimacy he wasn’t expecting, given her disinterest in…

  He inhaled sharply, stilling for a split second before settling her gently on the massage table. Needing to test his theory, he cupped her cheeks, then lowered his head to kiss her.

  Stiffening, Kacy jerked and quivered, but relaxed the minute he changed his target to her forehead.

  Why would something as simple as a kiss set her off? Perhaps the more important question would be why she hadn’t put it on her list of hard limits. Jafari wasn’t one to question anyone’s limits. They were personal, and he didn’t need to understand them. His job was to make sure he didn’t break them, yet because of her reticence, he had.

  And it made her vanish in the middle of aftercare the first time they’d played. He was both furious and disappointed, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying about everything. To not communicate a hard limit went against everything he believed in.

  “Is everything okay, sir?” she asked, biting her lip. Her wide brown eyes met his, guileless and trusting.

  Jafari dredged up a smile. “Yes. I was just considering what design I might do.”

  She gave him a delighted grin. “All your designs are beautiful, and it’s a dream come true to share a scene with you. Would you like me on my back or my front?”

  Instead of answering, he stroked his goatee to give himself time to think. “Do you trust me, Kacy?”

  “Yes, sir. Of course, I do.”

  Gazing down at her, he let go of his irritation, unwilling to ruin her scene. There would be time later to get some answers out of her. The judicious application of a Delrin cane to her tender backside might get her to open up.

  “Good girl. Lie on your back, please.”

  Once she was in position, he lifted her arms, placing them over her head, then made sure the controller to the e-stim plug was off. He didn’t want her to move inadvertently. Her eyes closed halfway, and a sweet smile played across her plump lips.

  “Oh, jeez, he’s doing needles.”

  Jafari ignored the comments from the growing crowd. It didn’t seem possible, but it was larger than their audience for the cell popping scene. Of course, they were in a central location with more room for spectators.

  He donned surgical gloves and a disposable mask, then took his time sterilizing the area he planned to cover. Plastic crackled when he opened the first violet tipped needle.

  “You look like a dangerously handsome doctor,” Kacy murmured.

  “Dangerously handsome?” he asked, pinching the thin skin of her breast where the color changed from alabaster to the madder pink of her areola. He set the first needle, enjoying her indrawn gasp of pain, then wiped the tiny droplet of blood away with a swab.

  By the time the fifth was placed, starting the arc that would circle her breast, Kacy was humming in pleasured lassitude, firmly in the grip of subspace.

  Deciding to let her stay there for the moment, he continued working on the rainbow curling down to cross her abdomen, adding needle after needle until he almost inadvertently fell into a dominant headspace.

  Her breathing evened out, becoming measured, and yet somehow loud over the noise of the spectators watching their scene. His own respirations slowed to match, bringing them in complete sync—a state he’d never reached with another partner.

  Only Kacy.

  Yet she’d dropped so hard and so fast, he’d have to ensure she stayed put for aftercare. A hug and a promise weren’t going to do it this time, and they still had one more scene to go.

  Of course, nothing in the rules said they had to complete three scenes. That was simply the maximum. His watch was covered by the surgical glove, but it had to be close to ten o’clock, giving them very little time to do a third.

  Then again, he could take her into the dungeon room for aftercare. She didn’t need to spin for him to explain the finer points of hard limits to her.

  Straightening, he grabbed another antiseptic wipe and carefully swabbed the area around each piercing. Clean of the last remnants of blood droplets, the needles gleamed in the subdued illumination, and the colored tips popped against her pale skin.

  “Gorgeous,” a male voice murmured. “Would you like photos?”

  Nodding, Jafari spared a quick glance at the photog and grunted his assent, knowing he wouldn’t dare catch Kacy’s face in his shots. She might not be able to answer, but he was almost positive she’d want one as well.

  “Chérie, it’s time to come back to us,” he said, stroking her velvety cheek. He desperately wanted to kiss her but refused to break her trust now that he knew of her unspoken hard limit.

  She cracked one eye open, then smiled softly and spread her legs to reveal her soaking wet pussy. “Mmm, don’ wanna. Make me come.”

  Laughing, Jafari shook his head, trying to decide if he was amused or insulted that she hadn’t bothered to look at the swirls of needles decorating her torso. “Topping from the bottom will get you punished, love. Would you care to rephrase your request?”

  “I want to come so hard I pass out. Make love to me.”

  “That’s a gift for good girls,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss her fingers. “And you’re very naughty right now.”

  Chapter 5

  Kacy

  Kacy liked hearing him call her naughty almost as much as she liked hearing she was a good girl. Still, she was sad it was over. The tiny pinpricks of sensation merged into a constant ache around her breast and down her belly, throbbing with every beat of her heart in a cacophony of delicious stinging hurt. Maybe that wasn’t the right word for what she felt, but pain almost had a sound to her. It had life, momentum, and presence, no matter how minor or excruciating it was.

  “Sorry, not sorry.” She allowed the conversation to pull her from subspace, knowing he was done. The only thing left was removing the needles. That hurt too sometimes, but it was nothing like having them placed in her skin.

  Leaning over, he kissed her forehead, without attempting to go for her mouth. Trying not to frown, she wondered if he’d somehow guessed her distaste for the act.

  No, that was impossible. There was no way he could. She’d been too careful to hide it, yet if she was going to kiss anyone, it would be Jafari.

  “Hmm.” Reaching for the cart of supplies, he retrieved another needle and held it up. “I have one more here. Where do you think I should put it?”

  She smiled, wan
ting to jump up and cheer. It seemed their scene wasn’t quite over. “I… Wherever you want, Master.”

  “Good girl.” Without another word, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned her mons, the disinfectant stinging the sensitive tissue around her clit.

  “Oh, God. Are you… Holy fuck!”

  She held as still as she could, horrified and entranced when he smirked and pinched a tiny bit of skin in gloved fingers. It occurred to her to tell him no. Drop a safe word. Something. Yet she couldn’t. She wanted… no, she needed it. Needed that one last stab of perfect agony to complete this evening.

  Searing pain lit her up and she screamed as the needle pierced the delicate skin of her clit hood. He wrenched another cry from her throat when he dabbed it with a fresh wipe.

  The plug in her ass jerked to life, but she didn’t have enough air to cry out. Instead, a stream of nonsense words escaped as he pushed two fingers into her wet core, fucking her almost brutally as her clit rubbed against the unforgiving needle piercing her.

  The climax bore down on her with crushing weight, pressing all the air from her lungs. Spots danced in her eyes, and she thrashed, unable to decide if she wanted more, or a way to escape. It blasted away her consciousness, her panting cries sounding unfathomably distant.

  The fierce pleasure faded, leaving her twitching with spent passion and the certain knowledge her life would be forever changed. Heavy pressure kept her from moving, from even breathing enough to thank Jafari for everything, but mostly for just being so fucking amazing.

  No, the weight was Jafari, holding her still so she didn’t hurt herself.

  “Give me a color,” he whispered, keeping his weight on her.

  “Green, Master. Always green for you.”

  He stared at her for a moment, then straightened to reveal a massive crowd surrounding them. Holy crap. She hadn’t realized so many people had been watching.