by Livia Grant
“Oh my God…” Jess groaned, rolling her eyes.
“What?”
“It has been non-fucking-stop since I asked.”
Taylor was a mutual friend of theirs, and because Elise was obviously not going to a club anytime soon in her current—as she’d said to Jess—‘beached whale’ condition, Elise had suggested she take the young woman as her wingman instead.
“I swear she sends me a text every fifteen minutes with either a question about what to wear, or a picture of an outfit she’s thinking of wearing.” Jess reached into the pocket of her smock and pulled out her cell, tabbing open the most recent message. It was a picture of Taylor holding up a black and red leather bustier in one hand, a micro miniskirt and a pair of lace-up high-heel leather boots in the other. Jess turned the phone to where Elise could see.
“Subtle.”
“I know, right?” Jess sighed as she slipped the phone back.
“She’s just excited. She’s never been to a club like Black Light before.”
“I know. I get it.” Jess waved her hand. “It’s just… she keeps coming up with these plans, and I have to keep reminding her that she can look, but she can’t touch. Play is for participants only. Those are the rules.”
“She’ll still have fun. It’s Black Light. Roulette. There’s going to be plenty of things going on to keep her occupied,” Elise said with a knowing grin.
“Her latest is she’s going to be ‘window shopping for her future husband.’”
“Nice.”
“She mentioned Shane Covington.”
Elise snorted. “Really? Well, the future Mrs. Nalani Covington”—Elise emphasized the last name—“might have something to say about that.”
“Do you think?”
They both laughed, and Jess shook her head. “I want her to have a good time, but I’m not going to be able to ride herd on her all night, and I don’t want her getting into trouble.”
“Stop.” Elise waved her hand dismissively. “Taylor may be a little worked up about going, but she’ll be fine. She’s a big girl and can take care of herself. You need to be focused on making sure you’re having fun, not on whatever Taylor might be getting into.”
“Sure, mom.”
Elise gave her a faux sour look before her face slipped back into a smile. “Have you decided on what you’re going to wear?”
“I have. I’ve had this sexy little black knit dress for a while now, but I’ve never worn it. The neckline’s a few inches deeper than I’d feel comfortable wearing to one of the Caltech cocktail parties, so this’ll be my chance. A lacy bra and matching panties and I figure I’m golden.”
“Nice,” Elsie said approvingly. “Classy and tailored, sexy yet sophisticated.”
“Exactly.”
“The two of you will definitely turn some heads when you walk in there tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know about that…”
“I do.” Elise smiled across her desk at her. “There’s a very lucky Dom out there right now who doesn’t even know what’s waiting for him. Once he sees how phenomenal you look and starts undressing you with his eyes…”
“I sure as hell hope it’s with more than just his eyes! If things go the way I expect, I won’t be in that dress too long.”
“Now that,” Elise said, grinning wickedly, “is what I wanted to hear. Livin’ the dream, my friend. Livin’ the dream.”
Ugh. ‘Livin’ the dream.’ Jess knew Elise hadn’t meant anything by it, but lately… that’s all it felt like she did: live in her dreams. Fantasies of a man thrusting into her, pounding her hard until the sharp, explosive sound of the word ‘fuck’ filled the air around them at the same time he began pumping his seed deep, deep inside her to make sure…
Jesus Christ, Jess, would you just stop. You are not the only woman in the world who gets off on the idea of being knocked up. Your problem is you want more than just the fantasy. You want to make it a reality.
That was the real issue.
It was one thing to fantasize about it, another to dream of it becoming true. The cold hard fact was there was never going to be a man out there—Dom or vanilla—willing to put a child into her on her terms. Not tonight, tomorrow night, or any night thereafter. Jess craved the concept, but not in the normal order of operations: find a man, fall in love, get married, then fuck like bunnies with the thrill that each time he came he might be putting a baby inside her. She loved her career and was fucking proud of being a doctor. And while the whole little-pink-house-for-you-and-me dynamic was great for most people—and God bless them—it wasn’t for her. She’d always been free-spirited, independent, and she knew—knew—she could handle the life she wanted without being tied to the traditional nuclear family norms.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to settle down. She just wanted to do it her way, with a partner who understood and respected that.
And that isn’t going to happen tomorrow or anytime soon, so stop fucking thinking about it! Tomorrow was supposed to be about letting some Dom work his magic on her. A chance for the two of them to play, for him to get her off more than once—and he better bring his fucking A game and do just that—and if she was lucky win one, maybe even two free months at Black Light. All that other stuff… those were just fantasies, never to be fulfilled.
Ever.
Chapter 3
Davis
So. This was Black Light.
Davis glanced around at the grounds of the elaborate mansion as he walked the path leading to the BDSM club where the Valentine Roulette event was being held. He found himself following discreetly behind a group of four people as they all walked toward the entrance. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear from the expensive, tailored suits on the men and the stylish yet one step shy of fetish wear dresses draping the two women it was a pair of Doms with their subs.
Under different circumstances Davis might have looked at their attire and felt himself underdressed. In fact, he’d debated whether to come in a suit like those the men were wearing but had decided against it. If he’d known in advance exactly what type of play he’d be engaged in tonight, he might have taken the risk. However, the whole point of Roulette was the randomness of what kink might be assigned, and Davis had opted for simple. Fitting black canvas pants with a simple black T-shirt, the only nod to style an unassuming black sports coat he could easily chuck when needed. It was certainly not as sophisticated as a suit would have been, but any sub who questioned his skill as a Dom based on what he was wearing was gonna learn quickly just how wrong she was. Davis would see to that.
Moving to the entrance, Davis stepped through a door and found himself in a room containing row upon row of lockers lining the walls with a guard standing at the end of it.
He stepped up to the man. “Benjamin Davis.”
There was a short pause as the man consulted a small tablet. “Yeah, here you are. Can I see your invitation or some ID, please?”
Davis brought out his green military identification card.
The man’s eyebrows went up slightly, and he handed it back. “Okay, Captain, you’re participating in tonight’s event, so if you have a phone, e-watch, or fitness tracking device on you, you’re gonna need to leave them in one of the locker’s here.”
“I don’t. All I have is this,” Davis lifted his gear bag slightly to indicate it.
The man nodded. “All right. You filled out your paperwork, so I’m pretty sure you understand the consequences if you’re caught taking pictures, using recording devices, or anything that would disclose unauthorized details of the club.”
If you only knew. “I do.”
The guard gave him a quick smile. “Okay, cool. I have to check because we get a lot of new people for Roulette, and some of them forget and try to bring their cells and shit in, and that can end up being a real pain in the ass. Anyways, you’re good to go. Hope you have a great time this evening!”
Davis understood where the man was coming from. I
n this day and age, it was hard to imagine anyone going around without electronics of some sort on them. Plus, Davis recognized the need for the level of security they had at a club as elite as Black Light West. He’d chosen to come without a single personal electronic device, not even a watch. Not that he’d miss any of them. He was here to play, and the only electronics he might need in the next four hours were tucked away in his bag.
As he stepped through the second door, Davis entered a different world. He’d played at various clubs across the US, but this… Black Light was a world apart. The place was crowded, and it wasn’t simply the clientele that made it clear this wasn’t like any other BDSM dungeon. The room he was in right now—clearly a central socializing area—was larger than some entire clubs he’d frequented before. A bar took up one wall, and tables and booths were scattered about the remaining space. Somewhere beyond this—probably behind one of the curtains he could see—was where he suspected the real dungeon was.
Taking one final glance around him, he made his way toward the bar, taking in the crowd as he passed by. Many were like the couples he’d followed in earlier, dressed in clothing he’d no doubt carried a price tag easily half his yearly salary, if not more. Next were people dressed casually as he was, then finally those garbed in fetish gear that left little doubt as to how they identified, Dom or submissive. He was halfway across the room when he saw his first fully naked individual: a male submissive kneeling on all fours while his Domme sat in a chair in front of him, one foot resting on his back while the tip of the other toyed idly with his cock and balls.
Davis grinned. Kinksters would be kinksters, no matter how high-end the venue.
Once he found an open spot near the end of the bar, Davis waited patiently until a bartender approached.
“San Pellegrino with a slice of lime, please,” he ordered.
The young woman paused for a second. “Let me guess. You’re playing in Roulette tonight, aren’t you?”
Davis nodded in acknowledgement.
“Well, congrats,” she said, raking her gaze over him quickly. “Someone’s going to be a lucky girl.”
Davis chuckled. “You just earned your tip.”
The girl smiled brightly before turning away to get his drink.
Davis continued examining the room. It was clear Roulette was a popular event. Groups and couples predominated, which made the single Doms and submissives stand out. Many of those were clearly sizing up the gathering same as he was, trying to discern who was there as part of the Roulette event, and who was there strictly to observe.
It was an odd feeling not to be scanning the crowd in search of a play partner, but to know he’d be assigned one by fate. Tonight, somewhere out there among the submissives slipping through the room, was one who’d answer the call from the MC and be paired with him, and Davis had absolutely no idea who it might be.
“Wow! This is insane!”
Glancing to his left, Davis watched as two women stepped to the bar. One was clearly dressed for the event: a black bustier with a deep, blood red pattern running through it and a scattering of D-rings with attached chains guaranteed to catch any Dom’s eye. The other was obviously her wingman. She wore an attractive but simple black dress, a single choker-style necklace around her throat, and while the outfit was stylish and sexy, it sent a distinct message: plus one, not here to play.
“Yeah, the A-listers are certainly out in force tonight,” she said, her snarky tone solidifying Davis’s appraisal. It was clear she was prepped for a night of standing by, waiting for her friend to finish having fun.
The bartender approached to take their order.
“Glass of red wine, please,” the woman in the bustier said.
“Just ice water, thanks,” Black Dress said.
Davis chuckled inwardly. Players were allowed two drinks max before the event, and the woman he labeled Bustier was taking advantage, probably to calm her nerves. Black Dress wasn’t drinking, doubtless because not only was she the wingman, but also the designated driver too.
“So, pretty incredible, right?” Bustier indicated the still-growing crowd.
“Yep. Usually is. Black Light is a world unto its own.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that impression. I swear I saw Shane just a minute ago.”
“Could be. And if he is here, you can bet Nalani’s somewhere nearby too,” Black Dress said tonelessly.
“Whatever. I’m just waiting for my future husband to show so I can whisk him away. If not Shane, then… someone.”
Black Dress snorted. “It’s good to have dreams.”
The bartender returned, setting drinks in front of the two. She turned to Davis, smiling. “You still okay?’
“Perfect,” he answered, lifting his half full glass. As he did, both women stared at him for a second before refocusing on the room.
“You all right, Jess?”
Black Dress—who now had a name—turned to her friend. “Yeah, sure, why?”
“Well… your enthusiasm is hardly what I’d call overwhelming, even for someone who’s been here before. We’re sitting at the bar in Black Light, and you’re drinking ice water.”
“I’m sorry, Taylor.” Jess sighed. “I’ve just… got some stuff on my mind.”
“Is everything okay? You’re not having second thoughts about tonight, are you?”
“No!” the woman retorted. She lifted her glass and took a quick sip of her water. “It’s just… I’ve been a little distracted lately, and I was hoping I could get past it before I got here tonight, and…”
“That hasn’t happened, has it?” Bustier—who Davis now knew was Taylor—voice was sympathetic. “You wanna talk about it? Sometimes just getting it off your chest can help.”
“I… I dunno. It’s…” She made a frustrated flicking motion with her hand.
“What?” Taylor gave her friend quizzical stare.
“It’s a little… personal. A little… sexual.”
Davis stifled a grin. Oh, this could get interesting.
Taylor leaned in. “Jess, we’re in a BDSM club. If there’s any place you should feel free talking about sex…”
“Do you have any kinks you consider out of the norm, even within the community?” The young woman blurted the words out, raising her glass when she finished to take a gulp of her drink.
“Well,” Taylor said, tilting her head. “I suppose any kink can be considered out of the norm, depending on what your biases might be.”
“Oh, come on, Taylor. You know what I mean.” The irritation was evident in her tone.
Davis didn’t normally listen in on other people’s conversations, however, now he was intrigued. What mysterious ‘kink outside the norm’ could she possibly be referring to?
“Okay, fine.” Taylor paused, shifting nervously. “I… I mean I’ve had this thing about watersports, especially while I’m wearing a white T-shirt…”
“Okay, so watersports is on the wheel tonight. It’s not that uncommon. I’m talking about something that’s beyond that. Something they wouldn’t dare do at Roulette.”
“Jesus, Jess. You’re… you’re not into necro, are you?”
Davis almost choked. He lifted his glass to mask his reaction, wiping any trace of a smile off his face.
“For fuck’s sake, Taylor… really?”
“Well, I don’t know! You’re making it sound all dark and cryptic, so that’s the first thing that came to mind.” The woman leaned toward her friend. “Come on. What is it? If it’s not necro, I can’t imagine it being that bad.”
Davis set his glass down. The bar was crowded, so aside from point-blank staring at them it was unlikely they’d think he was eavesdropping. Not that he had any intention of stopping: it’d be amusing to hear what benign fetish this uptight little submissive thought was so abnormal.
“Breeding.”
Davis froze.
“What?” Taylor’s voice sounded as if she wasn’t quite sure what Jess had just said.
Da
vis had. His back went rigid as electricity shot up his spine.
“I said…” Jess continued calmly and clearly, “breeding, Taylor. Being bred. You know, bareback sex that ends with a guy fucking a baby inside you. That’s the kink I was referring to.”
Every noise in the room filtered away. Three times she’d said it. Three times she’d used words and phrases Davis knew all too well. There was no possible way he’d heard her wrong.
Fuck.
“That’s it? That’s your big, bad, mysterious kink?”
“First of all,” Jess said with a trace of indignation, “I never said it was bad, nor did I say it was mysterious. I simply said it was a fetish that was out of the norm.”
“Except it’s not.”
“Oh, so you’re saying it’s a common kink, and I’ve just been living under a rock all this time.”
“Sure it is! If I had my phone, I could show you about a jagillion vids off Pornhub. Breeding. Creampie…”
Accidental impreg, forced impreg, impregnate me, breeding party, breeding gang bang… Davis could match Taylor’s list item for item and then some. Spencer hadn’t been far off the mark where it concerned Davis’s viewing habits.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Yes, Taylor. I am aware those sites exist, thankyouverymuch.”
“Listen, all I’m saying is it’s not that uncommon a kink, Jess. That is, as long as it’s just a fantasy. If… if you’re suggesting what you want is to find some dude who’ll actually come inside you and risk…”
Davis held himself completely still, forcing his eyes not to blink. Jesus fucking Christ. This seriously couldn’t be happening.
There was no response from Jess, and he could only imagine Taylor staring at her friend.
“You’re… serious.” Taylor’s voice broke the silence. “You seriously want to have some random guy… impregnate you?”
“I never said I wanted it to be a random guy,” Jess said indignantly. “Although I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t fantasized about that too.”
“Jeez, Jess!”
“I told you!” Her free hand flew up.
