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

by Livia Grant

Reaching into his pocket, Davis brought out the second attachment he’d chosen. It was a standard-brand dildo: a single phallus as opposed to one of the double-penetration ones, and while it was large, it wasn’t so enormous it was going to be painful.

  But that wasn’t what he wanted, was it? He wasn’t looking to cause her pain. No, Davis wanted her to feel pleasure. A building of sexual ecstasy that would tip her over the edge she’d hovered at for so long now, thus making him the winner.

  Not going to happen. But give it your best shot, Mister Davis.

  He fitted the new device into place, then took the controller and pressed a pair of buttons. The cushion lowered beneath her, and Davis bent slightly as it did, gauging the height until he was satisfied with the position and brought it to a halt.

  “Pretty sure you know what’s coming next, little girl. So, if you don’t mind.” He reached a hand toward Jess, and she took it, letting him ease her forward.

  The phallus brushed against her as she positioned herself above it, and when she stopped, he took a single step back, silently staring as she hovered above the cock grazing her entrance.

  “I can guide it in, or you can. Your choice.” He held up the controller, jiggling it slightly.

  “You need all the help you can get, so allow me.” She reached down and grasped the dildo at its base, adjusting the tip until it nestled between her labia.

  This… this was going to be interesting.

  “Excellent,” was all he said, his face enigmatic as the pistons began to whir.

  As the cushion rose, Jess adjusted the tip of the phallus, accommodating for the angle of the attachment and shifting her hips as the cock began to fill her. It spread her open, the remaining wetness from earlier easing the rubber along her walls as it pressed deeper inside.

  “Everything all right?” he asked in a soft voice.

  “Just dandy,” she replied tightly as the gap between the cushion and the apex of her legs closed.

  When the cushion met her, Davis took his fingers off the controls, and the Sybian came to a halt. For a moment he just stood staring at her impaled on the motionless cock, his grey eyes dancing with satisfaction.

  Resting her hands on her thighs, she watched as he drank her in. “Well, sir?”

  “Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he said with a smile. “Okay, here we go.” He thumbed the small dial, and the dildo buzzed to life.

  Fuck.

  She sucked in a breath, adjusting to the humming cock inside her. Then, just as she began to settle into the sensation, the Sybian began to rise once more.

  Whoa. Okay, what the fuck? As the cushion continued upward, Jess found her feet coming up off the platform until she stood on tiptoes, hands shifting from her thighs to grip the cushion as she tried to maintain her balance.

  “Hey. Hey…” She looked over at him, disconcerted. Once he’d put her on her toes, she’d expected him to stop. Instead, he just kept the two buttons mashed down, grinning. Soon it was impossible for her to maintain contact with the riser no matter how she stretched, and she spread her arms outward to help maintain a semblance of balance while the cushion continued traveling upward.

  “Is there something wrong, Miss Jess?” The politeness of his tone didn’t match the gleam in his eyes.

  “No, of course not. Why would you—”

  He increased the vibration.

  Fuck-fuck-fuck. Jess hissed, tilting her head back as her body aligned itself to the tune he was playing. He’d made what she’d thought was his best effort with the orb, but now as the phallus strummed against taut nerves spreading heat outward from her core, she was beginning to sense the subtlety of his play. The orb had been the beginning movement to the symphony he was conducting with her pussy, but now he was going to use this—fuck!—thrumming cock inside her to build to a final climactic crescendo.

  If she let him. Which she couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

  The vibration ramped up again.

  Oh, God.

  “Hold onto me.” The command was firm yet gentle, and she wanted to fight against it even as she reached out and gripped his bicep, steadying herself. He looked down with a soothing smile, the fingers of his other hand landing on her hip to gently knead her.

  “Good girl. Let it happen.”

  It shouldn’t have sent a shiver running up her spine. The quiet confidence of his voice, a tone which promised pleasure if she would just let him—none of it should have made her shiver and feel heat spreading through her the way it suddenly was. The warmth of his smile, eyes moving over her attentively as he watched her every reaction shouldn’t be providing this feeling that was both reassurance and support.

  Dammit. He shouldn’t be able to do this to her.

  How much time had already passed since he’d put her on the Sybian? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? Five? The thrum inside her reawakened nerves recently quieted and—fuck—if she was lucky it had been fifteen at best, and goddammit she wasn’t sure she could do this. Because this felt good, too goddamn good, and Jessica Bain was a strong woman, but everyone had their limits.

  “Let it happen.”

  Jess clenched her eyes against the siren’s whisper. Earlier in this little game they were playing he’d remained mostly silent except to give her occasional orders and praise. Now that changed. Now he used the sound of his voice to create—goddamn him—a sense of intimacy which made it harder to depersonalize all of this and look at it solely as a challenging game she would win.

  He leaned in closer. The scruff of his cheek brushed against her neck, the soft rumble of his voice in her ear a purr of his own want, need, desire.

  “Let me make you feel good.” And then his lips pressed against her skin.

  A moan escaped her. It pushed up, borne on heat flaring from the swollen flesh clenching the cock burring within her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  “Yes. There we go,” Davis whispered. “That’s it, little girl. Let it happen.” So low, so alluring, so… damn… persuasive, and God how easy it would be to just give in and let him take her over the edge…

  No.

  No. Davis might be good—okay, was good—but he hadn’t earned this. Sure, this was supposed to be a night meant for pleasure, no pretensions, no attachments, but he’d made it more than that. He’d made it a challenge in ways more than just the activity itself, and Jess wouldn’t fall so quickly to his… seduction.

  She bore down on the rising wave. Struggling with muscles which fought against her, nerves which cried out for her to listen and give him what he desired. The feeling subsided, and for a moment there was giddy relief.

  And victory.

  I’ll admit, you’re good, Mister Davis. But I’m better.

  Jess blew out a shuddering breath, and Davis pulled back slowly, staring down at her. When she looked up into his face, she expected disappointment, or even anger. Instead, his smile was a blanket of warmth, the gaze staring back both acknowledgement and respect. There was a heated gleam there too, and she shuddered when he lowered the vibration of the Sybian.

  “Don’t get excited; we’re not done yet, little girl. I’ll give you credit: you’re damn strong. And watching you struggle is hot as fuck. But I told you this when we started: I will make you come.” Davis glanced over toward the entrance back to the bar area, and she followed his gaze. A clock hung above the opening to let the participants know how much time remained until the event was over.

  “I still have two hours and fifteen minutes left to make you orgasm. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

  “Less talk, more fucking,” she whispered back in defiance, and Davis laughed.

  “As you wish.”

  The vibration began to increase slowly as Davis twisted the dial. Jess hadn’t let go of his arm as they’d talked, and as the vibration amplified, her fingers dug in tighter.

  Forty-five minutes. Fuck you, Mr. Davis. She could do this. Turn the damn thing up, play with it like a thermostat for all she cared.

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sp; She was not going to come.

  “Hmm,” he murmured as he continued to adjust the controller. “You’re really going to make this a fucking contest, aren’t you, little girl? That’s okay. I like a challenge. It’s gonna make watching you come apart at the seams so… fucking… incredible.” Desire shaped the words from amusement to heated passion, and the cock inside her adjusted tempo as he played with the dial further. “I just need to find that sweet spot…”

  Jess hissed.

  “Ah, yeah, there we go. Found it,” he said, chuckling softly. “What do you say? Think we should leave it right there for a bit? See if we can’t make that sassy little mouth of yours beg the way your pussy is?”

  Jess gritted her teeth, letting sensation roll up her spine until she gained control of it for the moment. She knew it would be back: physiology would demand it. But she’d managed to keep it in check to this point, from orb to the cock, and even though he’d caught her reaction, all she needed to do now was stay focused and ride this out. Let each successive wave build then pass, and she would win, and he would lose.

  “Come on, little girl. I know you can feel it. You and I both know what that beautiful little pussy of yours wants right now. And if you just let it happen, just… give… in… it’s going to feel fucking incredible.”

  Jess closed her eyes, letting her head fall forward. The tension of her pussy around the phallus eased, and she let out a deep breath slowly. ‘If you just let it happen…’ He didn’t realize it, but he’d already lost. There was no way she was going to come, and no amount of seductive words would change that. She grinned internally as she sat there, one hand seized to the corded sinew of his arm, the other resting on her damp, sweat-sheened thigh.

  Time. Time was her only enemy now, because there was nothing he could do that would push her beyond where she’d already—

  His free hand moved, thumb positioning to gently swirl against the hood of her clit.

  Fuck. Except that.

  “Nngh.” She did everything she could to choke back her reaction. To ignore his attention to her engorged nub, but he’d noticed, and the smile on his face grew wider.

  “Fuck yeah! See, I knew it! Better, huh?”

  His chest pressed against her shoulder as his hand massaged a soothing pattern over her hood. He gathered slickness over his rough pad, using it to coat her clit enough so the abrasion turned silky, making her nerves pulsate with the same need they had when the silicon orb had vibrated there.

  Well, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

  The orb had been bad enough. This was worse, and he fucking knew it. This had been planned, and Jess had to admit, it was well played. She’d been teased before and edged herself on plenty of occasions. Davis was using the same tactic now. He’d never intended the use the orb alone: that had simply been the opening act.

  Okay, another point to him. He knew what the fuck he was doing.

  “Let it happen, little girl.” His breath was an embrace, and under different circumstances this whole thing might have ended right then. The waves were building, one atop the other, but for as good as he was, he’d misjudged her. He’d waited too long, given her too much time to build up resistance, no matter how fucking good everything he was doing felt. Jess had begrudging respect for him, and if she’d doubted his abilities as a Dom earlier, those thoughts fled now on every stroke of his thumb, every pulse of the phallus inside her, and the proximity of his body to hers, all of it focused on one single thing: making her come.

  Jess disappeared inside herself and gave up all pretense of hiding the pleasure he was producing. She lacked the bandwidth for it, because now she had a singular purpose: to prevent the very thing he wanted to give her. She let him hear her moans, feel the grip of her fingertips digging into his bicep, back arched as cries rose and subsided on every wave that tore up her spine but which she denied letting overwhelm her.

  He tried. He tried with words and changes to the movement of his thumb and brushes of his lips to her neck and ear to reinforce the intimacy he’d begun earlier. It was too late, though. Jess had beat him to the door and slammed it shut in his face. He just didn’t know it yet.

  Until he did. It was a subtle shift, but Jess slowly became aware as he pulled back, his words diminishing until they fell off completely. Eventually she opened her eyes to a face staring back with narrowed eyes but a smile warmer than ever before. How long had she been straddling this device? It was hard to say as she’d lost all reference to time while cocooned in the pleasure Davis had created. The clock had been forgotten as she focused on denying him the one thing which would have switched their places.

  “Hmm.” He leaned back, bringing his thumb away from her clit. Her eyes snapped open, and she watched as he twisted the dial, slowing the Sybian.

  Sound rushed back into her ears as the roar of blood that had been a constant companion until a second ago faded. There was a murmur from the crowd around them, and the Sybian ceased vibrating entirely as the pistons began to lower.

  “Hold onto me.”

  The order was unnecessary. Even as her toes began to touch the surface of the platform, she knew it would be a few moments before she could stand on her own. Once he’d lowered the device far enough, he tossed the controller onto the cushion, then gently gathered her in his arms.

  “Good girl.” Davis bent and kissed her brow softly before touching his forehead to hers.

  Every bone in her body had felt rubbery as he’d lifted her off the machine. Now she simply melted.

  He stood there for a moment, holding her motionless. She wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but for now she just burrowed into his upper body, her eyes closed as she let the clenching of her pussy around a cock no longer there fade. A moment later she heard footsteps coming up onto the platform.

  “Hey, everything okay?” It was Dave, the DM from earlier.

  Davis’s voice was a low, comforting rumble as she pressed her ear tight to his chest. “I can’t grab our things right now. My arms are a little—”

  “Hey, don’t sweat it, I got this. You headed to the cooldown area?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t worry about your stuff: I’ll bring it over.”

  “Thank you,” Davis said quietly.

  Jess opened her eyes and turned her head enough to see the man staring at the two of them, a look of admiration on his face.

  “I caught the last bit of your scene. That was pretty fucking incredible.”

  “Yes. She is.”

  Her gaze snapped up to Davis’s face, and she found him staring down at her. A look filled with… pride?

  She swallowed and started to speak, but he stopped her, bending to whisper in her ear.

  “Shh. Be still. I’m taking you to the cooldown area for aftercare.”

  Closing her eyes, she nestled back into him. A warm, fuzzy… protected… feeling washed over her as he began to move, the reverberation of his voice lulling her.

  “It’s time you and I had that chat.”

  Chapter 7

  Davis

  Fucking. Amazing.

  The crowd which had gathered to watch her ride the Sybian definitely agreed. As he stepped off the platform, the murmured words of congratulations confirmed it. Jess snuggled against him, and for the first time this evening it didn’t feel like she was trying to put distance between them. He glanced down and saw her eyes were closed, and so he walked in silence, letting her rest.

  She was fucking amazing.

  He didn’t stop until he found an open seat in the cooldown area. When he lowered them into it, she pulled her legs in, curling tighter into his lap. She didn’t fight him as he held her in place against his chest, but only pressed closer, her eyes still shut.

  Davis waited as she lay there in silence. She’d earned this, and though he burned to speak, he didn’t press for more.

  Patience. Patience.

  Dave came by a few minutes later, dropping their things off on the end table. He gave Davis ano
ther approving smile then headed back to his duties. Davis lost himself in imagined conversations with her, stroking her hair as she rested in his arms. When she finally did shift, he looked down to find her staring up into his face.

  “I won.”

  He choked back laughter. “Yes, yes you did.”

  For a moment she gazed at him with a triumphant smile, then her brow furrowed. “So, Mister Davis… just what the hell is your deal?”

  Davis quirked an eyebrow. “What the hell is my deal?”

  “Yes.” Miss Jess shifted in his lap, her face going serious. “First with the bad-cop silent treatment, then with the tenderness out there, and finally with the whole look of pride you gave me after the DM’s comment.”

  “Noticed that, did you?”

  “Hard not to.”

  Davis paused, choosing his words carefully. Don’t fuck this up. “Okay, working backwards… the look of pride was because I am proud of you. That was an incredible scene, and you are clearly an incredibly strong submissive. As a Dom, why wouldn’t I feel proud having the honor of playing with someone as extraordinary as you and being beaten at my own game?”

  “Oh, jeez… laying it on a little thick there, aren’t you?” she said with a grin, eyes rolling.

  Davis moved quickly, gripping her chin. “I’m serious, Miss Jess.”

  Her pupils widened, and her breath hitched. “Okay. Sorry, sir.”

  “As I was saying,” he chided as he gave her a look. “You beat me, and unlike other Doms you may have played with, that’s not something I find threatening in any way, shape, or form. As for the tenderness, well… I fucking know I had you close to orgasming, but you matched me tit for tat. I didn’t even think I was going to need the second attachment, but then you went and proved me wrong, and that was incredible to watch. So, yeah, I treated you tenderly because that’s how someone I respect should be treated. I won’t apologize for it.”

  Jess lowered her eyes, pleasure suffusing her face.

  “Tell me something,” Davis asked. “I waited too long, didn’t I?”

  She smiled at the question, her gaze coming up. “Yeah. You should’ve either switched earlier or kept on going.”