by Livia Grant
“Oh, fuck…” Brooke breathed out the words, soft and low, echoing Juliet’s thoughts.
Orlando
It’s your ass on the line.
Shit.
Dumbass.
That hadn’t been what he’d meant to say. He’d meant to chase her away. To send her running. Not make it sound like he wanted her. Because he didn’t. That would be…
Well, not totally sick. It wasn’t as if they were actually siblings, but their parents were married. His mom talked about Juliet as if she really was her daughter. Nothing could happen between him and Juliet. It could wreck their family. Especially if things between them didn’t work out.
None of these thoughts were new to him, but they carried a weight they hadn’t before. Orlando’s head was whirling as Jaxson, one of the owners of the club, stepped up to the microphone to say his piece. He forced himself to focus on the club owner’s greeting, pretending Juliet didn’t exist. The same way he had for the past couple of years.
It wasn’t easy.
He glanced at the other dominants beside him. He’d been away long enough that he didn’t recognize all of them. Trying to imagine any of them with Juliet… his gut twisted. She’d be safe here. Black Light would make sure of it. He didn’t need to worry about being the protective big brother.
Stepbrother.
Maybe you won’t need to worry about her getting paired with anyone else.
Orlando ignored the whisper in the back of his head. The odds of them being paired together were pretty low. Sure, it was a possibility, but not one he needed to worry about.
“Now, it’s time to find out which of our Doms for the evening will meet their submissive first!”
What had once been excited anticipation was now unhappy apprehension as Orlando waited for his turn to pick a popsicle stick. Glancing down at the number, he frowned, then looked up to quickly count the number of Doms in line with him. Yup, he was dead last.
That was good, right? Odds were, by the time he rolled for a submissive, Juliet would already be paired off with some other poor bastard. It would give him time to get over the unhappy turning in his stomach when he thought of her paired with someone else.
He looked over to where the subs were standing and met her gaze before she jerked her head back toward the stage. The curve of his lips into a smile was something he couldn’t control. At least he knew he wasn’t the only one struggling with both of them being here at Black Light for Roulette night.
Ugh, was he going to run into her every time he came here?
Orlando shifted uncomfortably. Juliet’s jab about seeing her naked had hit its mark a little more than he wished. Not that he thought he’d be disgusted, but because he thought he should be and knew that wouldn’t be his reaction.
Dom number one, who was several inches taller than Orlando—seriously, some of the guys up here made him feel short, which at six feet tall he was not—stepped up to roll and was paired off with a pretty but fierce redhead. They seemed about as happy to be paired together as Orlando had been to see Juliet here, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sparks flying off the two.
The redhead rolled chemical play, and they moved off to the side to let Dom number two step up to the wheel.
It wasn’t until Dom number five went, and Juliet still hadn’t been picked, that an uncomfortable tension began to work its way up Orlando’s spine. Yeah, the odds against her being paired with him had been pretty small at the beginning, but with every couple who was paired off they got worse.
The most disconcerting part was the way his dick twitched when he thought about them ending up together.
Juliet
Hell. This was hell.
This was like one of those dreams where she could see the danger coming toward her, but she was frozen in place, unable to move or escape. Every time one of the Doms stepped up to spin the wheel, she prayed it would land on her name. Even the ones she recognized and didn’t want to play with.
Anyone would be better than Orlando.
She glanced at the single subs still standing with her—all of them anxiously waiting for their names to be spun too. She tried to picture any of them with Orlando. A sickly twist in her stomach at the thought made her bite the inside of her cheek. She was supposed to want to see him paired off with someone else, not feel something akin to jealousy. That was just dumb.
“Oh, no,” she whispered when the third to last girl was chosen.
Shit, shit, shit.
The odds of being paired with her stepbrother had just gone up to fifty-fifty.
The second to last Dom, a big, handsome guy, stepped up to the wheel, and Juliet gulped. She didn’t recognize him, but she didn’t care. The wheel had to land on her name. It had to. If it didn’t…
What was she going to do?
Not back out.
Hell, no. That wasn’t who she was.
Fuck her own stepbrother?
Her pussy spasmed. Her traitorous body liked that idea far too much for comfort. It didn’t care how her dad or stepmom would feel. Her libido didn’t care if it was a monumentally bad idea.
It was just one night, right? One time?
What happened at Black Light stayed at Black Light.
Her stomach sank, and her core tightened when the wheel finally landed—on the other submissive’s name.
Fate had spoken.
Chapter 3
Orlando
His dick was hard as a rock.
Literally, the moment he’d known Juliet was his partner for the evening, it felt like all the blood in his body had rushed straight to his groin, giving him one of the most painful erections of his life. Second only to the one he’d had at Christmas two years ago, and that one had only been more painful because of the circumstances and the incredible blue balls that had accompanied it.
No blue balls tonight—not unless Juliet backed out. Which… would probably be the smarter move. He supposed he could back out. Except he’d never backed down from a challenge a day in his life.
That and you want to fuck your stepsister, whispered the little voice in the back of his head that he was really starting to hate.
“Well, you two, what are you waiting for?” Mistress Madison asked, waving her hand to encourage him and Juliet into movement. “It’s time to come up and spin!”
Only a little stiff-legged, Orlando took several steps to the center of the stage, meeting Juliette in front of the roulette wheel. Her chin went up defiantly as he approached and she took a deep breath, making her breasts swell, looking as if they were about to pop out of that damn contraption where she’d confined them. Corsets on women with breasts like hers were a trap for men like him.
He wanted to fall into that beautiful brown cleavage and never come out. Which, if she had been anyone else in the world, wouldn’t be a problem.
Was it going to be a problem tonight? His dick said no, but his head still said yes. Looking down into his stepsister’s anxious gaze, Orlando didn’t know what to feel.
“You can still back out,” he murmured, low enough she would be the only one able to hear him. Juliet snorted, but he could see the worry in her eyes. The same demons he was fighting.
The attraction that had always simmered between them—ignored and unacknowledged—was back stronger than ever. He was already hoping she wouldn’t back out, that he’d finally get the chance to sink his cock into her. Surely, once they’d had their taste of the forbidden, the pull between them would vanish or at least subside to a more manageable level.
“You back out,” she mumbled, just as low. Orlando could see Madison sidling closer to them, obviously curious what they were saying.
“Why would I back out when I’m finally going to get the chance to get my hands on your ass?”
Her pupils dilated, lips dropping open in surprise.
“It seems like you two know each other,” Madison said, drawing them out of their own little world and back to Black Light and their audience.
&nbs
p; “You could say that,” Orlando replied, not looking away from his stepsister.
“Intense!” Madison joked, fanning herself. “Are you ready to spin the wheel, Juliet?”
With a short, sharp nod, Juliet stepped away from Orlando, taking the little white ball Madison offered her. Her movements were a little jerkier than usual. She glanced over her shoulder at him before she dropped the ball onto the spinning wheel.
Juliet
Orlando wants to fuck me.
I’m going to fuck Orlando. My stepbrother.
If shoulder angels and demons were real, hers would be going nuts. This was such a bad idea—one that made her pussy really, really wet. It wasn’t the first time a bad idea had turned her on. The fact this was the worst bad idea ever made her even wetter.
I have issues.
She could have a field day with her shrink later. Right now, she watched as her ball spun around the wheel. Orlando came up behind her, resting his hand on her bare shoulder and sending a wave of tingles through her body. The last time they’d touched—two years ago on Christmas. She could still remember the feel of his lips on hers before he’d jerked away, and she’d realized she’d just kissed her stepbrother instead of her boyfriend. She’d been expecting Hugh to join her in that darkened closet for a quick make-out, not Orlando. After that, he’d excused himself from the festivities early and she hadn’t seen him since.
The ball clinked into its pocket with a little thud, and Juliet’s libido did a happy dance, even as her stomach sank all over again.
“Knife play!” Madison called out, grinning widely. “And it’s not on either of their hard limits.”
Knife play. Juliet shivered. Orlando’s lips came so close to her ear they were almost touching.
“Last chance.”
Shrugging off his hand, she turned her head to glare at him, not bothering to keep her voice down.
“I can handle anything you dish out.”
“Well, there’s a challenge if I ever heard one,” Madison said. “Looks like someone is looking for a spanking!”
“Let’s go!” Someone in the audience yelled, followed by a titter of laughter.
“You’re right!” Madison waved at Orlando, who wrapped his fingers around Juliet’s arm, steadying her as he led her off the stage. She didn’t know whether to be grateful for the help or resentful it was necessary since his long legs made keeping up with him difficult, especially in her high heels. “It’s time for our participants to go and start Valentine Roulette! Good luck!”
Letting Orlando lead the way, Juliet caught sight of Brooke in the crowd. Her bestie mouthed the words, “Oh. My. God.” at her before someone stepped between them, cutting off their sightline.
Yeah, that was an understatement.
Her nerves ramped up higher and higher as Orlando led her out of the theater, through the social area, and into Black Light’s main room, moving straight to an X-frame set up at one of the many stations. Behind them, the crowd was eagerly following, spreading out to watch the various scenes the Roulette participants would be putting on.
Coming to a halt, Orlando studied the cross for a moment before nodding his head decisively. Swoop went her stomach. Clench went her pussy. Damn, but she loved it when a man was decisive. That the man in question was her stepbrother didn’t bother her body one bit—it was her head that was struggling.
Orlando
Any doubts he’d been harboring were gone, and Orlando felt the same peace that always came with making a decision. He was going to spend his Valentine’s Day with his stepsister.
He was going to start by restraining her to a cross for some edge play, then he’d do all sorts of other filthy things to her. By the time the night was over—after he’d indulged in every perverted fantasy he’d ever had about her—surely, the whole forbidden taboo thing would be diminished. Her dad and his mom would never need to know.
Speaking of…
He glanced down at Juliet.
“We’re not going to tell our parents about this.” His tone was mild, but it was phrased as an order, not a question.
Juliet glared back at him with an almost disbelieving expression.
“You think I want everyone to know I got nasty with my stepbrother?”
Shit. Maybe he should have been insulted, but the way she phrased it made him want to do really nasty things to her. Orlando had always been drawn to the more taboo kinks, but this wasn’t one he’d thought was for him. Maybe because it had hit a little too close to home, literally, as something he couldn’t have.
Letting go of her arm, he reached down and popped her a good one on the ass, making her jump and shriek. She sounded more surprised than pained.
“Tonight, you’re going to call me Sir,” he reminded her, ignoring the way his cock throbbed in anticipation.
The heat from Juliet’s glare increased, and her hand twitched as if she wanted to reach behind her and rub the spot he’d just swatted. She’d never give him the satisfaction, though, and he knew it. Orlando was looking forward to seeing exactly how many of her barriers he could break through during the evening.
“Sir,” she muttered. It didn’t matter that she said it begrudgingly, it still made Orlando grin, which seemed to tick her off even more. If looks could kill…
Ignoring her growing ire, Orlando led her over to the X-frame.
“Shoes and everything else off,” he ordered, letting go of her and moving to inspect the restraints.
“Everything, Sir?” There was an almost mocking quality to her voice, and Orlando smirked. She didn’t seem to realize all his hesitation was gone. Once he’d made up his mind about the path he was following, that was it for him.
“Everything you don’t want me to cut off of you,” he said.
“Cut my corset, and I will cut your dick off,” she muttered. “You think these things are cheap?”
Straightening, Orlando reached out, wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, and moved her forward. She almost stumbled, hands coming up to brace herself against the cross, putting her in exactly the position he wanted.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Juliet yelped as he laid down a fiery pattern of swats all over her butt, the flesh jiggling under her tight skirt. Damn, he couldn’t wait to get her naked, so he could really get his hands on her juicy ass. And her tits. It was going to be a good night.
After laying down ten hard swats, he ceased and let her straighten up. Her eyes were wider and had a slightly glazed quality to them, her lips parted as she panted for breath, and her cheeks had darkened with heat. Yeah, she’d liked that.
“I’ll cut your dick off, Sir,” he told her, keeping his voice light, clearly unthreatened.
“Now, take off your corset, so you don’t have to cut my dick off, and I can fuck you with it later.”
Arousal flared in her eyes, her lashes fluttering as she sucked in a deep breath, and it seemed he’d finally rendered her speechless. Without saying another word, she started to unhook the front clasps of her corset. Rather than help, he leaned back and enjoyed the show.
Chapter 4
Juliet
Feeling Orlando’s eyes on her, Juliet was torn between taking her time and making it more like a striptease, or ripping her corset off and getting it over with. The audience gathering around them didn’t bother her, but Orlando’s gaze… yup, that did things to her. Uncomfortable things. Mostly uncomfortable because she was so freaking turned on after he’d spanked her.
She was hot, wet, and a chaotic mess of emotions while he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, green eyes coolly appraising her, apparently completely unbothered by what they were doing. The only indication of how she was affecting him was the massive bulge at the front of his pants.
Juliet had never noticed how much he was packing.
Averting her eyes—still getting used to the idea that at some point tonight, she’d likely be riding her stepbrother’s cock—she decided to get the corset off as quickly
as possible.
Flipping open the front clasps, she pulled the top side forward, and her breasts dropped out like the D.J. had just dropped the bass. Boom, baby. Juliet didn’t care if her boobs were pushed up into a shelf, like the corset did, or swinging free—no matter how they were presented, her boobs were fantastic. She smiled, enjoying the way Orlando’s gaze zeroed in on her new display of skin. There were slight ridges and impressions from the corset’s boning along her curves, but she knew that wouldn’t bother him.
Turning around, thereby denying him the full view of her tits, she bent over at the waist, letting them hang down while she undid the straps on her shoes. It might have been her imagination, but she was almost positive she heard his low groan as her skirt rode up to reveal she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Hell, she never wore underwear to Black Light. What was the point?
The cool breeze against her hot, wet pussy lips told her exactly how exposed she was, and she reveled in it as she kicked off her shoes and straightened up, back still to him. Glancing over her shoulder for a quick peek, she grinned when she saw his eyes were no longer cool and calculating but burning with hot lust.
“Better hurry it up,” he growled. “Or I’m going to cut your skirt off.” He uncrossed his arms, and her heart did a funny little flip in her chest before she realized his attention had moved beyond her.
Turning her head to follow his gaze, she saw one of the Dungeon Monitors standing on the edge of their area, a tray full of knives and scalpels in his hands. Juliet’s body clenched as apprehension and arousal collided for a whole new reason, her nipples tightening and pussy creaming at the sight of the metal gleaming under the lights.
She didn’t know why pain, or even the idea of pain, just flat out did it for her, but it was something she’d accepted about herself a while ago. Regular vanilla sex could be fun, but what she wanted, what she craved, was the heart-pounding, panty-wetting sensation of giving over control of her senses—her body—to someone else for a while, letting them do whatever they wanted to her. Within her limits, of course.
