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

by Livia Grant

Chase felt tears sting his eyes, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to maintain eye contact with his dom. His voice cracked when he finally whispered, “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “As I promised you earlier, I’m going to make sure you’re sorry when it comes to me, but before I start — you need to apologize to Emma.” Jaxson turned his head toward her, and Chase hated just how much he liked the look of her teary-eyed and flushed, her breasts lifted high from holding her hands behind her head.

  So beautiful.

  “I’m sorry, Emma. I’m really really sorry, I shouldn’t have got you in trouble with me.”

  “It’s okay, Chase, it was my choice too,” she answered, but Jaxson tsk’d.

  “Stay silent, Emma. This is Chase’s punishment,” Jaxson chastised before releasing his hair. “Take position. Face in the pillow, ass up.”

  There was no temptation to disobey. He’d wanted to take Emma’s place for her punishment, so he was fully prepared to take whatever Jaxson deemed necessary, although he knew it wouldn’t be the cane. Chase’s ass and thighs were already lined with cane marks from the night before… which meant Jax only had a few other options that would work as a true punishment.

  Burying his face in the pillow, he could feel the damp places where Emma’s tears had soaked in, but he refused to flip it over. They were a reminder of why he was being punished.

  “Sir…” Emma whined, but she went silent again a second later and Chase didn’t want to think about what Jax had chosen for him.

  “You’ll get ten total, Chase. Five with the first implement, then five with the second. Same rules as Emma, if you break position you add a stroke.”

  Lifting from the cushion, Chase offered a quiet, “Yes, sir.” He could hear Emma making a soft sound, and he hoped she wasn’t crying because he was getting punished. He’d earned it more than she had.

  Crack! The heavy, smacking thud of a wooden paddle landing squarely across his ass jolted him forward into the pillow and pulled a low groan out of him as the brutal sting spread.

  “One, sir,” Chase called out.

  “Good boy,” Jaxson replied, and it was like a warm balloon swelled inside Chase’s chest. Punishment sucked when it was real, when he’d really disappointed his dom, but hearing those two words made whatever came next more tolerable.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! The next three swats came fast, but Chase managed to call each number, even if it was half-muffled in the pillow, along with his groans of pain as the heat built, waking up every lingering cane mark.

  His skin was on fire before the last sharp Crack! of the wooden paddle landed, jolting him into the cushion as he bit down on the fabric, groaning before he finally managed to say, “Five, sir.”

  “Head up,” Jaxson ordered, and Chase obeyed, propping himself up on his elbows. “I want to know something, Chase.”

  “Yes, sir?” He jumped when a cold trickle of lube ran down his ass, feeling even colder than normal thanks to the heat radiating off his skin.

  “When I told you earlier today to ignore the emails, ignore your phone, and not talk about work during family time… what part of that command confused you?” There was something about the cool confidence of Jaxson’s business voice that had a shiver running up Chase’s spine — in a good way — which was only amplified when he felt Jax running a finger around his ass.

  “None of it, sir,” he answered, groaning when his dom suddenly pushed two fingers inside him, spreading them to warm him up for whatever was coming next. Please let it be Jax.

  “So you chose to disobey me?”

  “I…” Chase was so tempted to make up an excuse, to stretch the truth, but he knew it would be pointless. His dom already knew the truth. “Yes, I did, sir.”

  “Thank you for your honesty.” There was the sound of something opening behind him, but he didn’t try and look. If Jax wanted him to see it, he’d show him. A second later Chase felt the ice-cold touch of a metal plug at his hole, his dom applying a steady pressure as he said, “Now, tell me why.”

  Oh fuck.

  “I wanted this, sir,” he said, biting down on the groan as Jaxson pushed it deeper, stretching his hole around a much thicker plug than he was used to.

  “You wanted a punishment?”

  “Fuck!” Chase dropped his head, breathing through the pressure of the plug that was only continuing to get wider. “Yes, sir!”

  “Enjoying it so far?” Jax asked, and Chase could just imagine the wicked grin on his husband’s face.

  “Yes, sir, I mean no— oh God.” It was impossible not to moan as the plug finally seated itself inside him, his sore ass tightening around the base. The heavy weight of the plug was at just the right place to tease his prostate with every clench of his muscles, but Jaxson tugged on it, forcing his asshole to stretch again.

  “Yes or no, Chase?”

  “No, sir, I don’t ever want to earn a real punishment!” Chase knew he’d been too loud, but the plug still felt so damn cold against the heated skin of his ass. Jax had to have put it in a freezer or something. Hell, it still felt cold inside him, but he knew it would warm up in a minute. He just had to be patient.

  “You’re rock hard, Chase, you want to rethink your answer?” With that question, Jaxson shoved the plug back in, forcing a grunt from him before he groaned low.

  “You make me hard, sir. You and Emma.” Chase shook his head. “I never want to really disappoint you, and I never meant to get Emma in trouble, sir.”

  “Good answer.” Jaxson turned the plug, pumping it inside his ass a few times before landing a swat that woke up all the cane welts and the broad swaths of stinging skin from the paddle. His cock felt heavy between his legs, his balls tingling as he tried to breathe through all of the sensation. “Last five and you’re done.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Somehow, Chase was both looking forward to the next implement, and dreading it. That strange mix of butterflies swirling in his stomach that couldn’t decide between yes and no, not like that was an uncommon occurrence when Jax played with them. Though, this wasn’t play. This was a punishment, but he was definitely turned on. There was no ignoring that. He’d been aroused since the moment Jaxson dominated him at the kitchen table.

  “Bite the pillow, Chase,” Jaxson ordered, and he quickly buried his face in the pillow, biting down on the fabric. As if Jaxson’s warning hadn’t been enough to make him nervous, Emma’s soft whimper told him everything he needed to know.

  Shit, this is gonna hurt.

  The loud crack of the paddle against his ass, knocking the plug deeper, was nothing compared to the sudden shock of pain that scattered across both cheeks. Chase shouted into the pillow before he’d even thought about being quiet, grabbing onto the fabric with both hands, he dug his fingers in and braced for the second.

  “That’s one.” The sadistic purr had turned Jax’s voice into molten chocolate, and the knowledge that the shock of pain was making his dom happy was the only thing that kept him still for the second one.

  Thwack! Another cry muffled by the cushion, he lifted a foot off the ground for a second, almost shielding himself before he slammed it back to the floor. It wasn’t a normal paddle. It had metal studs on it, maybe worse than that, because he could feel a dozen points of agony each time it crashed into him.

  As the third and fourth cracked down, all Chase could focus on was breathing in and out through his nose and digging his toes into the floor to keep his legs down. His skin was on fire, and the plug in his ass definitely didn’t feel cold anymore. If anything, it felt hot. Somehow even hotter than his abused backside.

  “One more, Chase. You’re being such a good boy.”

  Crack! He howled into the pillow, every muscle in his body tensing as the white-hot pinpricks of agony flared and then settled into the burn that suffused his ass and thighs. Not just outside, but inside as well. Chase couldn’t stop shifting his hips, reflexively squeezing the base of the buttplug even though it only seemed to make the burn stronger.

/>   That’s what it was. A burn.

  I know this feeling. I know this.

  “All done,” Jaxson said, his voice softer as he ran his fingers through Chase’s hair. “Come on, sit up.”

  Chase just groaned. How Jax thought he could sit up on his abused ass right now, he didn’t know, but his dom clearly wasn’t asking. The fingers in his hair tightened, grabbing a fistful to pull Chase away from the pillow and back upright. “Fuck.”

  “How’s that plug feeling?” The wicked grin he’d imagined was painted across Jaxson’s lips a second before he kissed him. It was rough, dominating, possessive, and in the blurry headspace Chase was in — Jaxson was the only anchor. His tongue, his teeth tracing across Chase’s lip, every hungry growl and muffled moan waking him up again and making his dick twitch with need.

  “Sir,” he breathed when Jax finally pulled back, leaving him drunk on the rush of endorphins and the overwhelming power of his kiss.

  “My turn.” Pushing his pants down, Jaxson took his dick out, but he didn’t offer it to Chase. Instead, he stepped in front of Emma and brushed her lips with his thumb. “Open, baby.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, opening her perfect mouth for Jax to slide his dick in. Watching Jaxson take control, his fingers weaving into Emma’s dark hair to thrust harder, drawing out little gagging and choking sounds from their submissive, it was almost too much to handle. He wanted to touch himself so badly, mostly because it would distract from the intense heat in his ass, but he wouldn’t. Not without permission.

  “Fuck, yes, Emma,” Jaxson groaned, thrusting in deep and holding for a moment before he jerked himself back with a quiet chuckle. “That is not where I want to come, but your tongue is so talented.”

  Emma was beaming, even with her nose and cheeks still red from crying, her sincere joy made her glow. “Thank you, sir.”

  When their dom moved in front of him, Chase reached for Jax, only to have his hands waved away. “No, Chase. I’m in control of this, and I’m not going to come yet. I just want to fuck your throat for a minute.”

  Goddamn, he’s hot.

  “Yes, sir,” Chase replied, folding his arms behind his back and opening his mouth. He tried to draw as much saliva as he could onto his tongue, but a moment later it didn’t matter. Jax seemed to be just as wound up as he was, roughly fucking his face until thick saliva connected them in strands whenever Jaxson pulled back enough to let him breathe — which wasn’t often. It was quick and brief and rough, but even as sore as his throat was, Chase loved every fucking minute of it.

  “Deep breath, Chase,” Jaxson warned, and he drew one in through his nose before Jax thrust deep again, pushing into his throat and holding. At first Chase focused on swallowing around his dom’s shaft, moving his tongue as much as he could to give as much pleasure as he was able to in the moment… but then he wanted to breathe. His body jerked, choked, and Jax dragged his fingers over his scalp. “One more second.”

  One.

  Two.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck— Air! Chase dropped forward as soon as Jaxson left his throat, coughing and gasping for air, his head swimming as oxygen rushed back into his bloodstream.

  “Such a good boy,” Jax purred from somewhere above, and Chase felt a smile pluck at his lips.

  What finally forced him to sit up straight again was the feel of Jax pressing against his back, the cloth of his pants the only barrier between his dom’s erection and his body.

  “Up, Chase.” Jaxson wrapped an arm around him, helping him stand, and he was grateful for it when the plug shifted inside him, sending another surge of heat that was really starting to burn.

  Before he could form the words to ask about it, to try and remember the word on the tip of his tongue, Jax was reaching out for Emma, helping her stand too. “Go ahead and get on the bed, baby.”

  “Yes, sir,” Emma’s smile was vibrant as she hopped onto the bed, her curves catching the light to turn her into art as Jax wrapped a fist around the base of Chase’s cock, squeezing. It felt incredible, even though Jaxson’s hands were cold, and Chase found himself leaning back on his dom’s shoulder as he was teased with long, slow strokes.

  “Emma, would you like Chase to lick that sweet little pussy of yours?” Jax asked, his voice a low rumble next to Chase’s ear.

  “Yes, please, sir,” Emma begged. “I want both of you. I need both of you, please?”

  “Soon. I want to watch Chase first.” Releasing him, Jax spanked him on the ass, making him wince. “Go ahead, get our girl nice and wet.”

  “Thank you, sir,” he answered, climbing on the bed between Emma’s sweet thighs. Their girl was already wet, and Chase felt so proud of her in the moment. She’d developed quite the taste for pain playing with him and Jaxson for so long, but nothing compared to the taste of his wife.

  Dipping his head down, he wrapped his hands around her hips to drag his tongue through her folds, flicking it against her clit just to make her wiggle.

  “Please don’t tease me?” she whined, and he didn’t think any of them could last much longer, so he did what his dom had told him to. He licked and sucked, sliding his fingers inside to seek out her g-spot until Emma’s moans were getting louder, breathier, and he was having to put more effort into pinning her hips down.

  She was close, just a nibble would push her over the edge — but he wasn’t the only one in the room that had Emma’s noises memorized.

  “Stop,” Jaxson ordered, grabbing a fistful of Chase’s hair to crane his head back and away from Emma’s sweet pussy. She whined, and Chase was about to beg to finish her, when Jax surprised him. “I think she needs you inside her.”

  “Yes! God, yes,” Emma whined. “Please, sir. Please?”

  “You heard her,” Jaxson said, grinning as Emma shifted up the bed, but he pulled Chase back when he went to follow her. “Just one more thing.”

  “Huh?” He turned to look at his dom, and lost track of everything when Jaxson captured his mouth in a kiss again, the firm grip around his dick only threatening to make him come too quickly as Jaxson ran his cool hand over his shaft, up and down, before finally releasing him again.

  “Go on.”

  Chase was so hard, and way too turned-on to think straight. Still riding the edge of subspace from the flood of endorphins, he was helpless to resist when Emma reached for him, pulling him on top of her. Lining up, he pushed inside their wife slowly, groaning as her slick heat squeezed around his shaft, drawing him deeper. “God, yes…”

  “Don’t be gentle with me, please?” Emma leaned up, seeking his mouth, and he met her halfway, kissing her, claiming her mouth as he pulled back and thrust harder, swallowing the perfect little moan of pleasure he’d earned.

  Breaking the kiss, he caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed, leaning his weight on them to keep her where he wanted her and give himself the leverage to fuck her hard and put on the show their dom wanted. Chase brushed a kiss on her neck, nipping her shoulder before whispering against her ear, “You were so brave, baby. So fucking brave, and so hot.”

  Emma couldn’t talk, she just shook her head, gasping and moaning as he drove inside her again and again, reveling in the tingling rush that followed every thrust.

  Tingle. Cool. Hot.

  Oh fuck.

  Chase thrust in deep and held, turning to seek out their dom who was standing on the other side of the bed with a smirk on his face. “Sir, did you—”

  “Roll, Chase. My turn to join in.” Jaxson dropped his pants, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed as Chase rolled until Emma was on top of him.

  She hadn’t figured it out yet, but the way she was swirling her hips meant Emma had to be feeling the tingle that was steadily shifting from a cool sensation to the heat he still felt pulsing in his ass.

  “Down, Emma.” Jaxson positioned himself between Chase’s legs, pressing Emma onto his chest as he prepared their submissive.

  Her soft moan told him Jaxson was working his fingers inside her, and Cha
se didn’t want to make her tense, so he kept the truth to himself.

  “Push back for me, Emma,” Jaxson growled, and Chase held her close, distracting her with a kiss that caught her muted groan as he pushed into her ass.

  “Fuck…” That sinfully perfect feeling of Jax’s dick moving inside their submissive, separated by just a thin wall as they each thrust inside her, filling her to the brim, almost made Chase forget about the building heat. But it was becoming impossible.

  Every thrust made his ass squeeze the plug, sending another rush of fire inside him, and while Emma’s channel usually felt deliciously wet and warm… this was getting ridiculous. It was like someone was steadily cranking up the temperature, everything starting to burn, and it was a brutal blend of the sweetest agony and the most dangerous bliss.

  “Chase… you feel hot,” Emma panted, a crease forming between her brows. “I mean inside me, it’s hot.”

  “Surprise, my naughty submissives,” Jaxson growled, nipping Emma’s shoulder. “You two worked together to get into trouble today, so I thought you both should get a lesson that would last a little while.”

  “Fuck! What is it?” Emma whined, wiggling between them, and despite the burn Chase had to clench his jaw to keep from coming as she squeezed them both inside her.

  “Yeah, sir, what is it? Tiger balm? Icy Hot?” Chase offered his best guesses, the words he hadn’t been able to pull to the front of his mind before, and it was Jaxson’s devious chuckle that almost pushed him over the edge.

  “Tiger balm. Not much. Just enough to make you both really appreciate the days I don’t set your asses on fire.” Jax pressed a kiss to Emma’s shoulder. “And your pussy too, baby.”

  “You said the punishment was over!” Emma whimpered, grinding between them, which only had both him and Jaxson groaning.

  “It is, this is your reward. Both of you can come whenever you’re ready.” Their dom knelt up and started to fuck Emma harder, earning moans and whines in equal measure, but Chase wasn’t immune to it. The friction was intoxicating, the heat a masochistic tease, and he lost himself to the movement.