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

by Livia Grant

  The extra effort to get her look right was worth it, because Soren involuntarily jerked at his chains as he got his first good view of her and let out a low whistle.

  “Fuck yeah,” he growled and she preened beneath his appreciative gaze.

  Wearing fingerless blue and red, leather, spiked gloves, she gave him a cute little wave and a grin worthy of Harley Quinn.

  Getting into character, she stalked towards him, something not easily accomplished in her white cloth sneakers, but she gave him a good glare as she stood before him with her hands on her hips.

  When she’d first had this idea, she’d envisioned herself wearing platform heels that put them closer to the same height, but that was never going to happen without her breaking an ankle. Sure, she could have put him on a table, or made him kneel so she could properly reach all of him, but she had a better idea. One that would be a bit of a challenge, but there was nothing she loved better than pushing herself to the limits.

  And the rewards would be so worth it.

  “So, Beast from the East, we meet again,” she said as she gave him his villain name and ran her fingertip down his abdominals, the muscles quivering beneath her touch.

  Magnificent.

  Clearing his throat, Soren’s voice was clearly struggling against laughter as he said in a stilted voice, “Uh, release me at once, Harley, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

  “Oh,” she sang in a merry tone, running both of her hands over his torso now, playing with the thick trail of dark hair leading down to his pants. “I don’t think so. I finally have you where I want you, Beast, and I’m going to make you pay for ever defying me.”

  Opening his pants, she held his gaze as she pulled out his hard length, the fist sized head pulsing in her grip as she gave him a hard squeeze. She smiled as he grunted and a bead of pre-cum oozed out of the tip. Pulling his pants down to his ankles, she left him hobbled like that, then stood back and gave him an admiring look. He really was a delicious brute of a man, hairy in all the right places, and his cock was a thing of beauty. She loved how hard he was and gave the length of him a gentle stroke, her fingertips butterfly light.

  “You’ll never get away with this,” Soren growled even as his cock twitched as if seeking her hand.

  “You have such a beautiful dick,” she purred, stroking him with just her fingertips. “But you also have really nice balls. I have a thing for a nice set on a man, but I think yours need a little decoration.”

  A look of worry entered his eyes for the first time as she cupped his warm, tight sac in her hands and gave a little tug.

  Turning around so her ass was wiggling in the air, giving him a good show, she reached into the bag and pulled out a black leather band with studs on it.

  The crowd hooted as she sashayed back over to Soren. “We’re just going to put this nice leather strap around those big balls of yours. I don’t want you coming too soon. I have plans for that big dick of yours and need it nice and hard.”

  She didn’t even have to go to her knees before him, instead showing off her flexibility by bending over from the waist and giving the crowd an ass shot.

  Soren’s erection kept jerking before her gaze and a feeling of erotic power filled her as she stroked him, loving how aroused he was, loving that he was hers to play with.

  A girl could get addicted to a feeling like this. Her body was an achy mess, and no doubt everyone could see how wet she was as she gently pulled Soren’s balls down and fastened the band around the skin where his testicles met his body. This wouldn’t really prevent him from coming, but she loved how it looked on him. He was such a big, raw man, and he deserved black leather and spikes.

  Deciding to reward him for staying still and allowing her to bind his balls, she gripped his shaft, her hand nowhere near fitting all the way around, and suckled on just the head.

  His deep, bass groan was almost loud enough to vibrate the floorboards beneath her feet. She took more of him, her jaw aching but his exquisite reactions made her nipples bead to rock hard points.

  The more she sucked, the more turned on she got and by the time he was helplessly thrusting in her grip she needed some relief of her own.

  Letting him slip him from her mouth, she slowly stood and stretched before him, then gripped the edges of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her breasts. They were small, but stood high and proud on her chest and her brownish-pink nipples seemed to strain towards Soren. She bet he could do wonderful things with that mouth of his and decided it was time to find out.

  Grinning at him, she grasped the chains with her gloved hands and began to climb.

  The crowd went crazy as she used the spiderweb to scale his bound body until she was easily holding herself with her breast just inches from his mouth.

  His gaze as he looked up at her flashed with both need and amusement. “If I suck on those pretty little nipples will you let me go?”

  “Hmmm…” She pretended to consider his words as she swung a bit on the chains, loving how his gaze was drawn to her swaying breasts. “I’ll think about it.”

  Adjusting her grip on the chains, she stood easily on a set of thick chains near his hips, her sneakers providing her with a comfortable stance. Soren let out a rumbly little groan as she brushed the aching tip of her breast over his beard, barely touching his lips before leaning away. He lunged forward as much as he could, the chains clanking as he latched onto her nipple with his teeth.

  Lightning shot from her pinched nipple right to her clit and she moaned, pressing closer as he licked and sucked on her throbbing nipple, his hungry growls making her shove her breast into his mouth further. He could take almost the whole thing in his mouth and she ground her shorts-covered pussy against his chest, the tickle of his hair against her thighs an added erotic sensation.

  She tormented both of them, moving her breasts into his mouth one by one, making him strain to suckle at the sensitive tip. Her clit throbbed and the erotic rasp of Soren’s beard against her chest was wonderful.

  She wondered what it would feel like between her legs.

  Jumping to the ground, she gave Soren an impish grin as he growled, “I thought you fell.”

  “No, but as talented as I am, I don’t think I can climb a chain web and take my clothes off at the same time.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Soren breathed. “Show me that pretty pink butterfly pussy.”

  At one time she’d been embarrassed by the fact that her inner lips hung out past her outer lips, but those days were long behind her.

  Leaning over to take off her shorts, she pretended to accidentally rub her face on Soren’s erection. His shaft was pulsing it was so hard, and as she stared up at him and rubbed her hands lightly up and down it, he snarled at her. A hot tingle rushed through her from the top of her scalp to her toes as she took in the big man who was totally, willingly in her control. Leaning forward and on her tiptoes, she licked his nipple while barely stroking him, the tension in his body and the swallowed back groans letting her know he was just as turned on as she was.

  Checking his balls, she ran her hand over them, making sure the studded leather band holding them wasn’t too tight. Soren evidently liked having his balls played with, because his dick leaked precum and he thrust into the air. God that was sexy, and her inner thighs were slick with her arousal. Grasping the chains above Soren’s head, she looked down to make sure she had her footing as she climbed higher. The spider web provided her with lots of hand and footholds, and thanks to years of climbing rock walls at the gym and the gloves she wore, she soon had herself in a semi-precarious position.

  With one foot by Soren’s head, and the other down by his ribcage, she managed to straddle his face in a way that gave her control and wouldn’t break her legs between his back and the wall.

  “Yeah, Butterfly, let me eat that sweet little cunt,” Soren growled, somehow injecting his dominance into the situation even though he was the one tied up. “Give it to me.”

  Ad
justing her grip, she tilted her pussy closer, the stance opening her wide to his eager mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” she cried out in pure delight, underestimating how good it would feel to have his big mouth on her pussy again.

  Because of their size difference he was able to eat her like a peach, his whole mouth encompassing her sex, then sucking hard. And his tongue, holy shit, his tongue felt almost as big as a cock as he began to tongue fuck her pussy. Her body jerked and shuddered, his beard indeed providing a lovely feeling against her sensitive sex. When he switched from her entrance to her clit, she decided she was going to marry this boy someday.

  “Yes, yes,” she panted, rocking her hips on his eager mouth. “More, more, more!”

  Soren obliged and pursed his lips around her clit, then sucked hard enough to have her leaping over the edge into her orgasm. Her stomach muscles clenched and released, the hot waves of her orgasm turning her blind as Soren returned to his licking her like she was a treat to be savored. Giving a weak laugh, she practically melted down his body.

  It was only when she was on her knees, her cheek resting against Soren’s rock hard, furry calf that she noticed the DMs standing off to the side of the stage, watching her with a smile.

  The black female DM grinned even bigger as she said, “Hate to interrupt, but if you want to get your third spin in you might want to move things along.”

  Chains rattled from behind her and a moment later Soren was picking her nude body up from the floor and cradling it to his chest. The feeling of his bare skin against her own was lovely, and she wiggled in his arms a little just to feel the stroke of his body hair. In response he held her tighter and she felt so safe and secure that she couldn’t help but smile.

  “Hey,” she laughed, loving the feel of his strong arms holding her so easily. “I thought you were chained up?”

  “I was,” Soren said as he carried her down the steps, both of them naked as he’d ditched his mask and pants at some point. “But the restraints the DMs used on me were the easy break away type. I was worried that if you fell, I wouldn’t be able to catch you.”

  “How did you know I was going to climb the web?” she asked in a relaxed voice, totally at ease despite their nude state as Soren took them back toward the theater for their last spin.

  “I just had a feeling,” he grinned down at her.

  Even as packed as it was, the crowd easily saw them coming thanks to Soren and made a pathway. Sex hung heavy in the air, and the pure erotic energy that filled the club whispered over her skin like silk. There was just something about having a room full of people all having a good time that put her in a good mood as she cuddled into Soren’s chest while he walked.

  Kissing the top of her head he said, “I don’t normally bottom, but I have to say, that was fucking hot.”

  Giggling, she gave his chest a kiss. “Yes, it was. Sorry you didn’t get to come.”

  “No, you’re not.” He grinned down at her, the skin around his brown eyes crinkling. “I think you said something about payback?”

  “Oh, that was just me being in character as Harley,” she lied with big, wide eyes.

  “Riiigghhht,” Soren drawled out. “Need a drink or anything from the bar before we spin?”

  “No, I’m good.”

  He nodded, then stopped at the bar and got a bottle of water that he chugged while still easily holding her.

  She totally relaxed in his grip, more than confident that he could hold her for hours and it would be like carrying a stuffed animal. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a flash of red and found Ashleigh standing nearby. As soon as she noticed Butterfly watching, she gave an excited wave and a smile, mouthing the word ‘wow’ and fanning herself as she comically ogled Soren’s naked backside. Soren turned away before she could respond, but she had to agree.

  Everything about him was wow.

  An excited little hum went through her as she studied his face while he walked. She didn’t really know anything about him, but she wanted to. She wanted to know who he was, what he liked, if he liked her. At the very least they knew they were sexually compatible. And being with him felt like something both entirely new, and yet completely familiar. Like she’d known him far longer than the two hours they’d spent together.

  Once they reached the stage, Soren set her down carefully and she shivered.

  “Can we get a couple robes, please?” Soren bellowed, his voice booming through the room like thunder.

  It didn’t take long for one of the employees to give them each a Black Light robe, though Soren’s barely fit. Snuggling the warm, plush white robe with Black Light’s logo on it around her body, she gave Soren an impulsive hug. In response he placed his big hands on her waist and easily lifted her up for a gentle kiss that had her lazily kicking her feet in the air.

  “Ahem,” Madison said in a loud, amused voice from nearby. “We’ll get to that in a second. First, we need you to spin.”

  Giving Soren’s bottom lip a nip, she pushed off his chest and he set her down lightly on her feet.

  Too bad they hadn’t met back in her cheerleading days—he would have made an awesome base with how easily he read her body language and needs.

  Straightening her shoulders, she strode over to the wheel and took a deep breath while Madison gave it a final spin before she dropped the ball.

  Rejoining Soren, they watched as the wheel whirled along before slowing to a stop.

  As one, Soren and Butterfly read the word then said, “Oh shit.”

  Chapter 4

  Soren

  Fisting.

  The word seemed to flash before his eyes as sheer horror filled him.

  Even Butterfly, who always seemed to be bursting with positive energy, wilted at his side.

  Motioning to Madison, he lowered his voice. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

  Looking a little stunned herself, Madison nodded. “Sure, what’s up?”

  He held up his fist, then leaned down and put it next to Butterfly’s robe covered pelvis where it almost fit hip to hip. “We have a problem.”

  Butterfly snickered while Madison quickly nodded. “Yes, yes—I see. Normally I’d say women are designed to stretch but this is a little—um, yes. Well, the problem is you spun it and it isn’t on either of your hard limits lists, but this is clearly an exception to the rules. Let me talk with Elijah and see if we can come up with a compromise so we don’t have to take Butterfly into the hospital to have her vagina sewn back together.”

  Butterfly cracked up at this, and she shook her head, her hair still in red and blue piggy tails like Harley Quinn. “I have this really weird mental image of you with your hand up my vagina using me like a puppet.”

  Laughing, he gathered her to his side, unable to be near her without touching her. God, she was a bright ray of sunshine. One he’d like to have more of in his life. As he stared down at her his heart gave an unexpected thump and a static bolt seemed to shoot down his spine to his balls as their eyes locked. She was so beautiful, even if she was tiny. But her personality was easily big enough to fill the room. Stroking her soft cheek, he wondered how he could be so lucky as to be paired with someone he’d never consider as a sexual partner because of their size difference. Yet, somehow, she turned out to be his perfect fit.

  Madison came back on stage with a hard to read look on her face. The crowd had grown as they waited for the Elijah’s decision, and Soren cuddled Butterfly into his side, wondering if they were about to be disqualified. He doubted it, but there was always a chance and suddenly the thought of never seeing Butterfly again hit him in the gut like a fist.

  “Hey,” Madison said as she came to stand by them on the stage with a DM at her shoulder. “Here’s the deal. Elijah agrees you’d split Butterfly in two and we’d all rather not have that happen. But you did spin fisting, and it’s not on either of your hard limit lists, so you still have to fulfill the spin of the wheel. Instead of using your fist, Soren, you can use a fist sized sex toy, or if
both of you prefer, we have a submissive who is skilled at fisting who has volunteered to be used as your sex toy. Meaning you tell her what to do, she does it like an extension of your will, but she wouldn’t be involved with you during the scene, only Butterfly.”

  He raised his eyebrows and looked down at Butterfly who was biting her lower lip as she stared up at him and he asked, “What do you think?”

  “Who’s the sub?” she asked Madison.

  “Tink,” Madison replied, and the women shared a smile. “She said you’ve played together before?”

  “Yes.” Butterfly leaned against him in obvious relief. “We’ve played together before. If Soren, I mean Master Soren is cool with it, I’d prefer to use Tink.”

  “So, you’re into girls?” he asked with a leering growl.

  The worry on her face vanished as she fluttered her lashes. “Very much. But not as much as I like big hairy lumberjacks.”

  Cute, funny, kinky, and obviously into him—she was perfect.

  Madison was watching them with an amused smile. “Well, you hit the jackpot tonight, Butterfly. Master Soren could be a poster boy for lumberjacks everywhere. He’s like your personal Paul Bunyan. Have you guys come to a decision?”

  He nodded down at Butterfly. “Up to you. Do want to get fisted by a sex toy or another submissive?”

  “What would you like to see, Master Soren?” she asked, lacing her hand with his.

  “I would love to see you come all over a pretty submissive’s fist while you suck my cock,” he replied honestly. “Then, once she has you properly stretched out, I’d like to fuck you until you scream. I can’t wait to get back inside that sweet, hot pussy of yours.”