by Livia Grant
She dropped the marble without hesitation, and after a moment it clattered into place. “Electrical Play! And that’s not on your lists. If you two would be so kind as to step over to the side. Please wait until we have everyone’s assignments figured out before you start.”
Chase reached in and took the paper with Marty’s name on it off the wheel, leaving a hole where her name had been. They’d created different length cards for the submissive names to keep the chances fair as each roll progressed.
Chase moved on. “Will the Dom with number two step forward?” This time, Ryan ‘River’ Trubach jumped forward excitedly. As the men were friends, Chase knew Ryan loved to get down and dirty with his subs, and didn’t consider the night complete unless it included anal sex. For a moment, he thought Ryan might be a good match for his old girlfriend, Khloe, but then he remembered she’d hated anal sex. For that matter, many of the subs had put it on their hard limits.
Chase had barely spun the wheel when River released the heavy marble. It spun around the wheel before eventually bouncing around several times, finally landing on Paris Charleston. River looked at Chase, looking for his reaction to the pairing. Chase glanced down at his cheat sheet, and gave Ryan an encouraging smile. “River has drawn Daddy’s Girl to play with tonight. Would Daddy’s Girl join us?”
As the young blonde with a wispy haircut advanced on the stage, Chase saw her excitement at being paired with the popular musician. River looked like he appreciated the petite package she’d squeezed into a corset dress.
She seemed eager to get going, dropping the marble quickly, and while it jumped around, Chase looked up their hard limits. When the marble fell on Blood Play, he called it out to the room. “Blood Play! But... both of our players listed that on their hard limit list so Daddy’s Girl, let’s spin again.”
This time the marble came to rest in the suspension slot on the wheel. “Alright, River is gonna get some practice with his rope skills tonight! They’ve rolled suspension as their first activity.”
Once the wheel was ready, he called for the next Dom, “Number three, please step forward.”
Chase’s eyes scanned the line of alpha men, watching until the extremely handsome, yet definitely intimidating, friend of Spencer’s took one reluctant step forward as if he were stepping up for a firing squad. It was worrisome enough that he was a badass Dom, but from the looks of things he was a not-too-happy badass Dom.
“I’ll need you to come a bit closer,” Chase glanced down at his cheat sheet. “Mr. Helms.” The silver haired Dom had neglected to provide an alias, and there was no way he planned on calling this guy by his first name. In fact, he was tempted to call the smooth, James Bondish looking man, sir.
Chase thrust the marble into the Dom’s hand as he gave the wheel a spin, not even attempting to tell the man what to do. The Dom held the marble so long Chase wondered if he’d need to respin, but Mr. Helms finally let go. By the time the ball dropped in, the wheel was barely spinning at all and the marble came to rest next to...
Oh, fuck. She’s gonna kill me.
Chase hesitated, glancing up first at Ryder Helms. From the look on his face, he wasn’t any happier with his spin than Chase was, but he couldn’t delay any longer. Turning to the submissives, his eyes searched out his ex-girlfriend and announced to the room, “Mr. Helms has rolled The Princess.”
Immediately, Khloe started glancing around at the other women in shock. She even inquired with an exasperated laugh, “Oh, come on. Surely one of you put The Princess as your name too, right? I mean, he couldn’t have rolled me. He just... couldn’t.”
Chase easily heard her comment and therefore so did her Dom-for-the-night. His reaction to her outburst was about what Chase would expect. “I’d get on up here now if you know what’s good for you, Miss Monroe.”
“Hey! He can’t use my real name!”
Chase sent him a dirty look, but considering it was impossible that anyone in the room didn’t recognize one of America’s A-list celebrities, he found it hard to fault the man. In fact, with the prima donna theatrics Khloe was currently employing, Chase started to feel sorry for the guy, because badass or not, a sub could still be a nightmare.
Khloe refused to climb the stairs, instead demanding they re-roll to choose another submissive for the Dom, shaking her head as Chase motioned to her to get moving.
It wasn’t until Ryder Helms stalked to the stairs as if he were going to go collect her himself that she started moving – only it was in the wrong direction. Chase couldn’t hide his smile as his pain-in-the-ass ex-girlfriend started rushing towards the exit, her silver-haired Dominant fast on her heels. The entire room held their breath, waiting to see what would happen when he finally caught up to her, pulling her to a stop. His right hand thrust into her signature, long, flowing hair, holding her head immobile as he leaned in to whisper God-only-knew-what into her ear. A full minute went by as the room held their breath, waiting to see the outcome of the fireworks underway.
Knowing what a prima donna Khloe could be, he put his money on her walking out the door the second the Dom released her. So, when Ryder stepped away from his sub and reached his hand out to her, no one in the room was more surprised than Chase when Khloe slowly slipped her hand in his and allowed herself to be pulled back towards the stage. As they got closer, Chase could see the satisfaction in Ryder Helms eyes as they approached.
What on earth had he said to her?
When she was finally in place, Khloe slowly reached out to take the marble, acting as if she were in a trance. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she had been hypnotized. The wheel spun, but she stood frozen. The light touch of Ryder’s hand at the small of her back set her into motion, dropping the marble from up high and watching it bounce around. When it landed on medical play, Ryder Helms broke into his first smile of the night. That smile did not bode well for Khloe.
Chase glanced at his cheat sheet, almost hoping to find medical play on Khloe’s hard list, but it wasn’t to be. With a nod, he announced to the crowd, “Mr. Helms and his Princess will be starting at the medical play station this evening.” The crowd buzzed at the news, and Chase was sure they’d have plenty of voyeurs interested in watching their play.
Next up was one of their original members who played with the same submissive almost every weekend. They had seemed so perfect together that Chase had been a bit surprised to see they’d each signed up for roulette, but assumed they were looking to experiment with new partners. “Master D, you’re up next,” Chase announced.
The big man strode up to the wheel in silence, throwing his ball in too hard just after Chase started the spin.
“Easy, big guy,” Chase joked. When the wheel chose an unfamiliar name, he realized he’d assumed wrong. Anyone could see Master D had not spun the sub he’d wanted, although his normal sub didn’t seem to mind at all. “Ms. Jones! Her hard limits are electrical pain play, blood play, needle play, and water sports.”
When she joined them on the stage, he could see she looked terrified, so he softened his voice as he handed her the marble, “Ms. Jones, toss your ball in.”
She released it, and it spun with the wheel before dropping into, “Sybian Orgasm Torture!” The new sub to the club followed Master D away from the wheels, and Chase could only shake his head and hope the night worked out for them.
Senator Kane joined him next, looking as affable as he always did in his suit. “Good luck, Kane,” Chase whispered as he handed him the marble and set the spin. It landed on the name that made his eyes dart over to Master D, sure that the wheels and the gods of chance were having way too much fun. “Slave to Pain,” he called out and handed over the little card with her complete lack of limits on it.
The intense painslut moved onto the stage in stilettos and stared him down as she took the marble. At least Master D wasn’t the only one disappointed with his spin. “Let’s see what the lovely lady gets.”
Just like D, she dropped the marble barely an instant a
fter he spun it, and a moment later it clattered into Ageplay. The sub didn’t even try to hide her disgusted eyeroll, and he laughed. “Slave to Pain doesn’t look impressed. Perhaps she’ll say red.”
Chase was taunting her, but she just shook her head, and he shrugged as she moved to follow Kane off stage.
Numbers six and seven went off without a hitch with the Russian Ambassador looking pretty happy to be playing with most likely the only woman submissive in the field, the FBI linguist who seemed more than happy that he came with an entourage. Even the playboy of the group, Flyer, seemed content with his shy ‘Babygirl’.
Number eight was a Dom Chase knew well.
“Alright, looks like Alexander is up next.” As Chase’s lawyer came closer, the men shook hands and the other man smiled as he leaned closer.
“Roll me a winner, will ya, Chase?”
“They’re all winners,” Chase replied under his breath.
The marble bounced, clattered, before finally landing on Sienna Davis, a sub Chase knew next to nothing about except that Terry had recommended her from Overtime, another BDSM club in the city. “Would Sienna please join her Dominant on the stage?”
He scanned the group of subs until a rather small, plain looking girl peeled herself apart from the dwindling group of submissives and started up the stairs. Alexander met her at the top to greet her, always the gentlemanly Daddy Dom, but she pulled out of his hand as soon as she was center stage.
Sienna was silent, and her fingers trembled as she took the marble. When it dropped into Needle Play, the couple before him startled him, and the audience, by both exclaiming, “Hard list!” almost in unison. From the looks of things, they’d surprised each other too as they both broke out in nervous laughter.
“Looks like we’ll roll again.” He offered a reassuring smile, and plucked the ball out for her. This time they came up with one of the most intense options for the night, the activity they had almost pulled from the list… but they’d already rented the equipment. His eyes found the petite brunette’s and he questioned for a moment if she’d panic – or faint. Both looked possible as he announced to the crowd, “Water-based breath play!”
Alexander grinned like a wolf and quickly guided the wide-eyed girl off the stage. They were going to need guidance, and luck, but if anyone could handle the intensity of that activity with care, it was their lawyer – and he looked like he planned on having a lot of fun with her. Chase didn’t even need to call on number nine. Newton Isaacs had already stepped forward to take his spot at the wheel.
“Let’s see who Sir Newton will be playing with tonight.” While the marble jumped around, Chase looked up at the seven remaining submissives and smiled at the alarm he saw on Abby’s face. He had no idea what had transpired in their past, but both Newton and Abby were Black Light regulars and they got along like opposite ends of the same magnet. Sure enough, when the gods of chance mocked them once again and the ball dropped into Abby’s slot, Chase looked up to see Newton’s normally neutral expression tugged into a frown.
“Abby,” Chase announced, seeking her out through the bright stage lights. She didn’t look happy at all as she stared up at the ceiling like God might intervene and move the little white ball away from her name. Sighing, he beckoned her onto the stage. “Abby? Come on. You’re holding up the line.”
Crooking his finger, he waited until she joined Newton by the wheel, and then he spoke quietly, trying to avoid more drama as the two petulant participants avoided each other. “There is no swapping partners without one hell of a damned good reason, and that reason is approved only by the DMs.” He sighed, and spoke fast to remind them of the rules and to make sure they understood. “I want verbal acknowledgement that you both understand the terms of this event.”
“I understand,” Abby muttered.
“So do I,” Newton managed to force the words out.
“Do you plan to proceed?” he asked, wondering if either would even make it ten minutes before they blew up at each other. Maybe the audience will like the show.
“I do,” the reluctant Dom answered, and Abby simply nodded.
“Take your spin.” Handing the white ball to her, Chase spun the wheel and glanced into the audience to seek Emma’s reassuring smile, and the heat of Jaxson’s pride glowing in his eyes. As the wheel slowed he tried to ignore the buzzing argument in front of him, and finally announced, “Tickling!”
“When?” Newton demanded, suddenly loud enough to hear over the din of the audience.
“Now?” Chase answered, but Newton held up a finger as if he were interrupting them. As the two dissolved into another argument, he sought Garreth’s eyes at the stairs, the DM grimacing at the squabble taking place center stage. The whole room seemed to be caught up in their back and forth exchange, and even though Chase tried to cut them off several times, they ignored him.
As their bickering escalated, Chase looked for Spencer who was standing too close to Klara and not paying near enough attention to the drama unfolding in front of him, holding up the event and delaying the start. With a sudden shout, Abby stared at Newton incredulously, “What?”
“What?” he echoed back, and Chase rolled his eyes, done with their antics.
“And a one, and a two, and…” he sang out, conducting the room with two fingers as the audience echoed back, “WHAT!”
The two finally seemed to remember where they were, and he sighed, reminding them of their activity with a gesture to the wheel, “Tickling. You want to take your place with everyone else so we can continue this?”
When they finally cleared center stage, he wondered if they should have brought in more monitors for the night. With this many odd pairings, it was definitely going to be an interesting night. But, Chase was grateful that the next pairing of Cecil, the tech security guru, and Marcy, a nurse from the VA, went off without an interruption. And their match-up would still be fun to watch. Marcy had the reputation of being a crier, and Cecil had a reputation of loving to deliver a good mind-fuck to his subs, which should make for an entertaining twist.
Prominent L.A. businessman, and multi-millionaire, Will Coleman was finally up. Congressman Masterson’s ex-wife almost sprang out of her shoes in anticipation, hyper-focused as Will took his turn at the wheel. As the groups got smaller and smaller, the chances of the Mastersons ending up with each other were increasing. Coleman didn’t hesitate to set his ball to spinning, and when Chase called out, “Klara!” as Will’s partner, Mrs. Masterson wasn’t the only one to make an audible sound at the news as both the audience and participants recognized the pretty blonde ex-bartender.
Chase glanced stage right in time to see their Dungeon Master, Spencer Cook, standing with his arms crossed and his face cold behind the soon-to-be-sub. He apparently didn’t approve of Klara’s play partner, but Chase had to squelch his smile because he suspected his friend Spencer wouldn’t like anyone, other than himself of course, playing with Klara Eriksson.
Klara flashed a quick smile at Chase as she took her spot next to the wheel. To his knowledge, she’d never played in the lifestyle and as he handed over the ball he watched her eyes narrow on the wheel. Then he started the spin, and she let go.
“Whipping!” he called out to the crowd, watching as Will Coleman claimed Klara for the night and pressed her back from the wheels. Her Dom led her to the side as Chase caught a glimpse of Spencer’s now stony face waiting in the wings.
You snooze, you lose, man.
Next up was Adam Quinn. He was new to the club and about all Chase knew about him was that he was had been divorced, but had played frequently before his marriage. He was friends with Colin, a club regular and they’d accepted his referral for the man. When the wheel chose Sari as his play partner, Chase called out, “Sari, will you join your Dom on the stage?”
None of the dwindling group of submissives moved into motion, but Chase knew who she was by process of elimination. She was the only sub who had been one of the later entries and was new to Blac
k Light as well.
Sari looked lost in thought until Chase repeated, “Sari?” The sub gave a tentative wave until she saw Adam crook a finger at her, and then she moved forward, almost tripping on the stairs as Garreth helped her up.
“Sorry, sir! I wasn’t listening!” Even her voice sounded nervous as she stared up at Adam. Chase grinned, watching the man slowly raise an eyebrow.
“I see that. Are you fully present now?”
Sari swallowed. “Yes, sir, I am.” With her confirmation Chase handed her the ball and spun the wheel. It landed on wax play, but there were no theatrics from either of them. They held a brief, quiet discussion before Adam led her away to the side of the stage, and Chase inwardly wished them well.
Veronica Masterson was nearly in a meltdown when The Judge stepped forward as the thirteenth Dom to pick a submissive. The Mastersons were down to a one in three chance they’d get stuck together, and it was clear that Veronica was about to rush up the stage to take her place next to the judge when Chase had to disappoint her and call out, “Katie, please join The Judge on the stage.”
As the sub rolled their kink of role-playing a naughty schoolgirl scene, Chase watched Congressman Masterson gloating the more upset his ex-wife got. They were now down to a fifty-fifty chance of playing together.
Dane, a Black Light member, stepped forward, making the congressman the last Dom waiting. Only the congressman’s ex and another Black Light member, Riley, were left to choose from. A crowd of friends for the two remaining contestants gathered around them and it looked to Chase as if Riley wasn’t even paying attention any longer.
“Riley!” The second Chase announced the sub as Dane’s partner, all hell broke loose. Scott Masterson burst out laughing, his ex burst out crying, and Chase had to repeat Riley’s name a little louder because she still had not responded. “Riley!”
She seemed to need prodding to take the steps, but eventually moved. The dungeon monitor, Garreth, stepped closer to her, helping her up the steps to join Dane.
