Black Light: Valentine Roulette (Black Light Series Book 3)

by Livia Grant

  Thank God he’d fucked her mouth earlier or he would have already spent. The fire building in his balls felt like an inferno. The wet slapping sounds their bodies made as they crashed together only made it harder to hold back from exploding.

  As tight as she was, she squeezed him with rhythmic contractions as she howled her orgasm for the entire club to hear. He didn’t let up the pace at all, pounding her hard and fast through one orgasm and building for her next one. The next time she yowled like that, they’d be coming together.

  She mewed through her pounding, the perfect receptacle for his aggression, feeding his lusty dominance.

  He felt his eruption building. He’d been a dick and had broken the game’s rules by doing something he never did. He was riding her bareback. Their attraction was too primal to be separated by a latex barrier. He may not be able to keep her, but he would mark her as his own for at least tonight. She’d feel his seed dripping down her leg in her limo on the way back to the hotel and smell the evidence of their coupling on her tiny panties in the morning after it seeped out while she was sleeping that night.

  He needed her to catch up. He reached around her body to go to work with his fingers, teasing and stroking her swollen clit as his hips kept up the thunderous pace.

  “Come with me, baby.” As he felt the first spurt of cum jutting out of his shaft and into her core, he demanded, “Now!”

  It was a toss up who came harder. As he came down from the ultimate high, he felt his own legs getting wobbly from the exertion of holding them both up through their coupling. He hated to pull out, but he knew she’d been hanging longer than a newbie really should have. He let his wet cock swing in the air as he started undoing the ropes holding her legs bent.

  The crowd of spectators actually broke out into a smattering of applause, appreciating the show they’d been lucky enough to witness. He was glad the majority of the group broke up, retreating to find another scene before the event ended.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he detected someone approaching from across the stage. One of the dungeon monitors advanced warily, holding out his hands as a sign of non-aggression. It told Ryder the crowd really had witnessed him at his most unbridled if even the hard-ass Dom in front of him didn’t want to cross him.

  That Khloe Monroe hadn’t shirked away from him even when he had shown her the most controlling version of himself was amazing.

  “I’d like to help you get Miss Monroe out of her restraints,” the employee offered.

  “Back off. No one touches her but me,” he warned. He saw the guy looking like he might challenge him so Ryder tacked on a request. “What you could do is find a robe that she’ll be able to wear back to her hotel. Bring us a cold bottle of water too. Put it on my account.”

  The monitor didn’t look happy at being turned into an errand boy, but Ryder didn’t really give a shit. He turned his attention back to releasing his captive, helping to massage out her muscles as each restraint was removed. She was too wobbly to hold herself up fully so the second the final leather cuff fell from her wrist, Ryder scooped her into his arms.

  She was feather light as he moved towards the stairs. It was only then that he realized he hadn’t put his own pants back on and while he wasn’t modest, he knew he needed to grab them and at least shove them into his bag, yet he knew Khloe was in no condition to stand on her own.

  He looked out into the crowd, hoping to find an empty couch to lay her down while he cleaned up their little mess. Instead of a couch, he found Jaxson Davidson standing alone, his arms crossing his chest, staring at them. The men sized each other up for a few long seconds before Ryder made up his mind.

  He moved down the steps in the direction of Jaxson. He stopped a few inches away from the only man in the club Ryder felt might be a bigger hard-ass than himself if the occasion called for it. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Khloe being old friends with a man he suddenly saw as a rival. Had they fucked?

  Are you fucking jealous, asshole?

  As if to prove to himself that he wasn’t, he made his request. “Can you hold her while I get my stuff gathered up?”

  Jaxson’s eyes widened, surprise registering at Ryder’s request. He reached out and the men completed the transfer of the wet-noodle of a submissive. Only after his arms were empty did he add on, “Don’t you dare fucking leave with her. I’m going to take her for a shower and help her come down, but I just need a minute.”

  Jaxson nodded a short assent and Ryder went to work dressing and gathering up his belongings. He glanced back a few times to make sure Davidson wasn’t taking her away. He wasn’t too crazy to see them talking softly, but he was too far away to hear what was being said.

  By the time Ryder returned and held out his arms to take Khloe back, the look on Jaxson’s face had softened. As soon as he held her, his sub snuggled into his arms, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, her head resting on his shoulder while the men stood in a showdown.

  “Well…” he started to thank Davidson, but was cut off.

  “You surprised me tonight, Helms.”

  “How so?” he countered, not really sure he gave a shit.

  “I didn’t think you were the kind of Dom who took the time to figure out what their submissive really needed. I took you more for the, ‘my way or the highway’ kinda guy.”

  Damned if Jaxson hadn’t pegged him perfectly. He wasn’t sure if it pissed him off more that he’d been that obvious when he’d shown up for Roulette or that he’d allowed Khloe Monroe to soften him.

  Her soft mew against his neck helped push down his aggression towards the club owner. “Yeah, well I’m not stupid. I can recognize a gift when I see it.”

  Jaxson Davidson fucking smiled at his confession. He should have kept his mouth shut. Ryder felt foolish, like some kind of lovesick puppy stupid enough to be affected by a piece of ass. Only the second he thought of the woman in his arms that way, he regretted it. She was so much more.

  Davidson leaned in closer, as if he was about to share a secret. “It’s confusing, isn’t it?”

  Ryder suspected the younger man knew exactly how he was feeling in that moment. Still, he was done talking. He didn’t prod Jaxson to expound, yet the taller man did anyway. “We’re a lot alike, you and me, Helms. I don’t know much about you, but I know a shit ton about Khloe.” The younger man had been talking softly, but he leaned closer to deliver his final message directly into his ear. “She’s had a rough time of it lately, so you’d better be fucking careful not to hurt her. Spencer’s told me just enough about you to know you’re not gonna be around for long. If you can’t give her what she needs long term, do her a favor and walk away. Let tonight just be a great memory.”

  Jaxson didn’t stick around long enough to hear Ryder’s response. It was just as well because all he really wanted to do was punch the asshole for sticking his nose into matters that were none of his business. Even more, he would string Spencer up if he’d shared anything that could compromise his undercover status.

  “Ryder?” The sexy woman in his arms was stirring, finally coming out of the haze he’d pushed her into. He struggled to hold her while swishing the messy hair out of her face so he could see her better. Her caramel-brown eyes stared at him with an expectation that made him feel uncomfortable.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up why don’t we?” he countered.

  “Is it over?” The disappointment in her voice bolstered his ego.

  “Not quite. We have just enough time to spend some time showering.”

  “But what if they disqualify us for not spinning another activity?”

  “Baby, I don’t give a shit about the free month of membership.” He cut himself off before he added that he didn’t care since she’d already told him she’d be leaving soon. Had she been hanging around D.C. for the next month, he’d have been sorely tempted to make tonight a regular thing. Jaxson’s warning replayed, reminding him he might be in over his head.

  Khloe snuggled into his n
eck again with a sigh. Ryder ignored the smiles and atta-boys thrown their way as he weaved them away from the stage, across the main floor of Black Light towards the locker rooms. There were still several scenes in action, but the clock on the wall behind the bar as he passed told him it was ten-fifty. They’d spend their last ten minutes together showering.

  He passed a living room style pit group where several couples were enjoying a down and dirty orgy, trying to take the sexual edge off that had built up watching the evening’s entertainment. As he entered the co-ed bathroom facilities, he was greeted with an edgy scene that turned him on and that he suspected would freak Khloe out.

  The room was completely open, but broken up into a few areas. To his left were several sinks and mirrors. In the far left corner was a seating area with plastic covered furniture. Small lockers lined the walls for members to use. Straight ahead was a raised hot tub with a door next to it labeled ‘steam room.’ To his direct right was a row of three toilets, open to the room. And in the far right corner were the communal showers they would be headed towards.

  The room was surprisingly empty except for the scene in the very middle of the room. A curvy sub was restrained backwards over a bolster with her front facing the ceiling. Leather straps held her immobile, and her mouth was stretched wide by a ring gag. Above her, not one but two men were just finishing pissing on her. The older guy was aiming haphazardly, spraying her body but the younger Dom took the time to aim his spray directly into the funnel that deposited the hot liquid into her mouth.

  The sub gurgled and sputtered, trying to swallow around the gag holding her mouth open. The scene was pretty common for the men’s rooms in the clubs in Moscow. He just hoped the guys pissing were watching the bottom carefully. He’d found it wasn’t always easy for the sub in the receiving position to swallow fast enough. He moved past them, sure they could handle their own safety.

  He headed to the sitting area first, laying Khloe down long enough to strip himself naked and head to the showers to get the water warmed up. Once again, he had to hand it to Davidson and Cartwright. They’d spared no expense, supplying the room with every amenity their patrons might need.

  When he got back to Khloe, she was more alert and staring across the room entranced by the watersports scene in progress. He watched for her reaction to one of the Doms reaching down to pull the funnel out of the piss-sub’s mouth before walking away to wash his hands as if he’d just finished at a normal urinal. The man hadn’t even finished washing his hands when a new Dom came in and whipped out his dick, spraying his piss across the woman’s body haphazardly as if he were watering his garden, the excess liquid falling to the floor and down the drain in the floor.

  Khloe didn’t take her eyes off the spectacle. Ryder watched her instead, trying to gauge her reaction to the edgy play. He suspected from the blush creeping up her neck and across the bridge of her nose and cheeks that she liked it more than she would admit.

  “See something you like?” he prodded.

  She protested a bit too much, “Oh hell no. I was just curious. I mean, that’s just gross.”

  “Uh-ha. If you say so, Princess.” He knew she was gearing up for a fight so he changed the subject. “I have the water hot. Let’s go shower.”

  She protested. “It’s okay. I can just shower back at the…”

  He cut her off, holding two fingers to her lips to shush her. “We played hard. I still have ten more minutes as your Master. I intend to use them wisely.”

  Before heading to the shower, he reached to grab the cold bottle of water the dungeon monitor had supplied him on the way to the locker room. He held it to her lips and Khloe took several long drags.

  He scooped her up into his arms and for the first time, she protested the royal treatment. “It’s okay, I can walk now.”

  He ignored her objection, stalking to the shower area where three shower spouts rained water down on them. The room was thankfully warm enough that he didn’t need to worry about her catching a chill. For someone who’d tried to walk on her own, once in his arms, she acted like she didn’t want him to let her go.

  He knew how she felt.

  Ryder put his back against the tiled wall and slid down until he sat with Khloe in his lap, the water spraying down on his legs and splashing her back, but leaving them able to see each other.

  They’d been through so much together over the last three hours. In some ways he felt so close to the woman in his arms, but the awkward silence that fell between them reminded him they were near strangers.

  “Hi there.”

  Hi there? What the fuck, Helms? You’re acting like a goddamn teenager on a first date.

  Khloe grinned at him.

  “What?”

  She teased him. “You just smiled.”

  Her observation didn’t make him feel any better. “Yeah, well don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.” He was only half kidding.

  “Who are you, really?”

  “Ryder.”

  “Yeah, but where are you from?”

  “Does it matter?” He saw disappointment in her eyes at his brisk answer and knew he was being a dick.

  “Fine,” she snapped growing shorter with him as well. “You know what I do for a living. How about you?”

  He tried to lighten things up with a flip, yet unfortunately close to truthful answer. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”

  She responded to his smile. “Seriously. Just give me something. Anything.”

  “I just gave you the best orgasms of your life. Being a bit greedy, don’t you think?”

  She challenged him. “I never said those were the best orgasms of my life.”

  “Baby, you don’t need to tell me anything. I know the truth.”

  “Kinda sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she teased.

  But he got serious. “Always, but especially where you’re concerned. Tell me it’s a lie,” he challenged. He watched her eyes dilate.

  She whispered, “It’s not a lie. It was… you were… amazing.”

  The invisible thread he’d felt tying him to her from the moment he’d set eyes on her was still at work. It was a novelty and he suspected he’d be sad when he had to sever it in the near future, which was exactly why he needed to keep from falling further under her spell.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up, young lady. I can’t very well send you back to your hotel looking like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”

  He didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes at the mention of returning to her hotel. He pushed to his feet and spent the next ten minutes enjoying soaping every inch of her body, massaging away her aches and even washing her hair, being careful to massage her scalp and pull his fingers through her wild mane until he’d got the tangles out. That he was caring for his sub in a rather non-sexual way was surprising enough, but that he was thoroughly enjoying himself was astonishing. Each minute of his aftercare made him regret that they were getting closer to never seeing each other again.

  “Let’s get you dried off.” He knew the event had officially ended. It was time to finish up.

  “Yeah, we need to hurry. I need to pee bad.”

  He’d reached to turn off the water, but her words stopped him. He was tempted. How would she respond if he pressed her? There was only one way to find out. On the one hand, he hoped he didn’t fuck things up between them and then he reminded himself, he might be doing her a favor if he made her hate him.

  Ryder reached out and grabbed her upper arms, pulling her close and delivering his command in his best Dom voice. “Squat. Right here. Right now.”

  “What?” She was genuinely confused. He knew she thought their scene was over.

  “You heard me. Our last roll of the wheel was Dom’s Choice. The night isn’t over yet. I choose to watch you squat down and piss right there.” He pointed to the drain about three feet away.

  “But…” She stood frozen, fear and temptation warring in her eyes.

  He
pinned her with his best glare. He knew from experience it was effective on even the sassiest of submissives. That Khloe didn’t shrink back from it or burst into tears was a novelty.

  They had a stand off going. Neither backed down. A rowdy couple came in and headed towards the hot tub. He had his back to them, but Khloe broke his stare to glance nervously at them and then back to the submissive still playing the role as the community urinal over the drain in the middle of the room. He could see her turning her options over in her head. He watched her, enjoying her struggle like the sonofabitch that he was. When she finally raised her eyes to meet his gaze, the heat of her desire singed him.

  She was ready. She just needed his final push.

  “Now, Khloe. Piss for me like the dirty girl you are.” Her eyes widened. He was pushing her. Would she break?

  She didn’t take her eyes off his as she slowly shuffled to her right towards the drain. The move put her directly under the overhead shower of water again. She struggled to keep her eyes open with water splashing everywhere.

  She hesitated. “I don’t think I can.”

  He moved into the water in front of her, cupping her face in his hands roughly. “You can do anything, baby. You are fearless, do you hear me?” He hated the vulnerable doubt he saw in her eyes. He may not be able to protect her from the tabloids and the bullshit that no doubt would dog her once she left Black Light, but tonight he would push her where he knew she needed to go.

  “Spread your legs wider, sub.” He felt her move to obey him. “Good girl. Now squat down.” He released her face and nodded. It took her longer to obey this time, but she slowly moved towards the floor, her eyes never looking away from his.

  Christ, she was amazing. They both held their breath, waiting. He barked the final order. “Piss. Now.”

  He finally broke their visual connection to look lower. For the first time, she had not obeyed him. He saw her struggling to submit, but her body wasn’t cooperating. He added some incentive.

  “I’m gonna count. If you don’t start pissing by the count of three, you’ll have to hold it until you get back to your hotel and as an added punishment, I’ll send you off with ten lashes from my leather belt.”