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

by Livia Grant

  “What do you want to know, sir?” she snapped, glaring up at him as she shivered in the cooler air of the room.

  His cock strained inside his pants, the defiant expression on her face making him imagine what it would be like to make her cry. To push her until she snapped and became his, completely. “Tell me why you need to have two jobs.”

  “Because it’s expensive to live in D.C. and not all of us were lucky enough to end up as lawyers!” Sienna stared at him, her expression hard, and he rested the controls for the chair against the tank to move close. Unconsciously, she leaned back against the seat, trying her best to keep him in her line of sight, but he was happy to keep his gaze on hers as he slid the vibrator between her pussy lips and flipped it on.

  The reaction was instantaneous. Her hips jerked, her eyes clenched tight, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the whine as he focused the highest setting on her clit. She was splendid. So contained, so controlled, so full of mindless obedience – and he was forcing her to let go of all of it.

  For him. In front of him.

  Alexander reached up to catch her soaking wet ponytail, angling her neck back over the top of the chair so her throat was exposed to his lips. He kissed and licked and nipped as she writhed in the seat, and he felt the moment when she stopped fighting and started to ride the little toy. Grinding herself down against it, seeking her completion.

  How he wished that were his cock…

  Her skin was soaking his shirt, but he didn’t care as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Tell me the truth, little girl, do you like working two jobs?”

  “No, sir!” Sienna answered, almost shouting the words as her back arched away from the chair, lifting her breasts in such a tempting way that he couldn’t ignore it. With a low sound, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, and when she tried to pull away in her surprise he followed, locking her against the hard metal of the chair so he could tease her to the edge.

  Just as her hips picked up a rhythm, soft sounds of satisfaction leaving her lips, he stepped back completely, bringing the vibrator with him so he could see her undone. And she was. Sienna’s knees were even wider than the bondage of the chair demanded, her back arched, her head braced against the top of the chair so that every inch of her body was available to look at.

  Beautiful.

  “Sienna,” he called out to her, and she whined. “Do you want to come, little girl?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, nodding as she rolled her hips against the seat. Temptation embodied.

  “Then tell me something new. Tell me why you don’t have a Dom.” Alexander couldn’t hide his excitement as she sat up in the chair, cheeks flushed, wet hair a mess, and glared at him.

  “Why don’t you have a sub, sir?” Sienna had tried to make the question polite with the addition of sir, but it decidedly wasn’t.

  “Want to try that again, little girl?” He offered her the chance, but she barely glanced at the water before those warm, chocolate brown eyes found his – all kinds of fire present now that he’d woken her up a little.

  “Afraid to answer the question?” she taunted, and he picked up the remote and dunked her without another word. It was clear from her wild movements in the water that she was furious, but he started unbuttoning his dress shirt one handed as he watched the time.

  When the second hand found its place, he pressed the up button, and let go of the remote again to finish unbuttoning his shirt. “Now, are you ready to try answering me?”

  Sienna screamed, full of frustration and raw anger, and he smiled at her as he let his shirt fall open. He gave her a few seconds to relax, but instead she turned to him, meeting his eyes full-force, and shouted, “Go fuck yourself!”

  Alexander’s eyes went wide before he licked his lips and moved close to her, well-aware of the sudden gathering of people drawing closer to the tank so they could see what was happening. He kept his voice low, just for the two of them, and her breath caught as he reached her, halting the angry panting. “I plan on fucking you, little one. I plan on fucking you until you scream for me, just like that, but you have absolutely not earned it yet.”

  “You’re an asshole,” she hissed, also quiet enough that their audience couldn’t hear her, but all he wanted to do in that moment was kiss her. Sienna was so much more than she appeared. A veritable firestorm underneath her cool, calm exterior.

  How long had she hidden this from the world?

  Had anyone else managed to draw it out of her, or was he the first?

  Stepping back, he tugged his damp shirt off and tossed it to the floor, taking a bit of satisfaction in the way her eyes skipped down over his chest and abs. “You’re a naughty, little girl, Sienna. Take a big breath.”

  She gasped in air as he pressed the button on the remote. Another splash, another lingering sight of her struggles as the seconds ticked by, and then he brought her back up. There was a whine to her scream that time, interspersed with coughs, as she hung her head down. Water flooded the deck he stood on, but she was clearly still recovering. Her chest heaving in the most distracting of ways.

  Alexander was definitely gaining an appreciation for breath play.

  Checking his watch just for show, since he knew exactly what time it was, he looked back up at her and lifted the remote for the tank. “We still have almost two hours if you want to keep going. Ready to talk, little girl?”

  Sienna shivered, breathing hard, soaking wet as she jerked her head up and stared at him. “No, sir.”

  Chapter 4

  She was under the water again, but even the cold wasn’t enough to push back the heat coiling low in her belly. Never in her life had she felt like this, so out of control. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, things she wanted to scream at him, words she wanted to call him – and some of them she’d actually said.

  It was just about getting her tongue to work.

  She’d spent too many years quiet, too many years stifled and pushed to the boundaries of the world, and she had made a nest out of that place. A refuge in obscurity.

  But fucking Alexander was tearing it all to shreds. Pushing her to the edge like all lawyers did, as if she were some hostile witness.

  Breaching the water this time she gasped for air, but bit her tongue on the string of curses she wanted to release. There were people nearby, the glass of their drinks catching the light in the shadows beside the water tank, and if she’d had enough energy to feel self-conscious she would have blushed. As it was, she was flushed enough from sheer anger.

  The chair settled back on the platform with a jerk, and Alexander’s sleek, fit form filled her vision. This time, it was his hand between her thighs, swiping at the slick wetness of her lips that had nothing to do with the fucking water tank. “Tell me why you don’t have a Dom, Sienna.”

  “I don’t need one, sir,” she snarled, but it was half-hearted as his other hand jerked her hips forward on the seat enough to slide two fingers inside her. With a deft touch, he found the place inside her that sent her head reeling, her wrists tugging at the cuffs as she tried to ground herself, to focus on anything but the waves of pleasure pulsing out from his strokes. Despite her attempts, little pants and hushed moans escaped her, unable to clear her head enough to stop them.

  “What happened to your last Dom?” he asked, leaning forward to block her body from the view of the people gathered, his tongue tracing her collar bone.

  Sienna whined, angling for just a little more friction from his fingers, just a little more so she could fall over the edge and drop into bliss where his antagonizing remarks, the water tank, all of it would be easier to take. Alexander bit down on the flesh of her shoulder, a sharp nip that made her gasp.

  “Tell me,” he commanded, and the submissive streak inside her overwhelmed her reluctance to speak.

  “He was busy, and I barely had any free time. He found someone new.” She moaned as he adjusted his touch and slid a third finger inside her, stretching her in a battle of pleasur
e and pain until she made her hips ache with how she twisted away from the chair.

  “There is no way he found someone as delightful as you.” The low growl in his tone did nothing to change the impact of his words, early tears springing to the edges of her eyes as he said things that he couldn’t possibly know. “When? When did he leave?”

  Sienna wanted to scream, or cry, anything to avoid answering him, but he was teasing her to the edge of oblivion and she wanted to fall over. Wanted to tumble into the boiling pleasure that promised her escape from having to talk anymore. She just had to answer him once more. Just once more. “A little over a year ago!” she shouted.

  “Idiot,” Alexander said it like a curse against her neck, and then he captured her lips, his tongue parting hers so that he could own her completely. The kiss was explosive, upending her universe on its axis, and making gravity non-existent for a brief moment. This was what she needed. To let go, to submit, to belong to someone else so fully that she ceased to exist.

  But it only lasted a moment before he slid his fingers from her and grabbed the vibrator from atop his soaked shirt. “Please!” she shouted as he turned it on, but Alexander ignored her pleas and pressed it to her clit.

  Her body was painfully taut, her body arched so far off the chair that the cuffs at her ankles and wrists were taking most of her weight, and she knew she was going to lose it soon. One way or another, she was going to snap – but whether it would be into the pain, or the pleasure, she couldn’t tell.

  “Do you want to come, little girl?” he asked, and she could hear the roughness in his voice. Alexander wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

  “Yes, sir!” she cried out, not even trying to be quiet anymore, but he forced her hips back to the chair, relieving the strain as he kept the vibrator on her clit. Summoning crippling waves of pleasure that made her muscles taut, her body reaching for what only he could give her.

  “How much do you want to come?” The tease in his tone should have been warning enough, but she couldn’t think straight enough to evaluate it.

  “I want it, sir! Very much, sir, please!”

  Alexander stood up beside her and ripped the promise of bliss away so suddenly that she almost sobbed. He was holding the buzzing vibrator at his side, the lean lines of his frame standing out in the lights with the dim club as a backdrop behind him. Sienna panted as she stared at him, the terrible buzzing in her veins making her whine. He was enjoying this, loving her tortured cries, and she tried to silence them as he smiled slowly. “I’ll let you come, little girl. I’ll make you come so much you’ll scream. But you have to speak for me.”

  “I am speaking,” she said it with exasperation, unable to even explain how hard it was for her, but he just shook his head.

  “No, I want you to say… ‘Please, Daddy, I want to come.’ Look me in the eyes, say it, and then I’ll let you.”

  Groaning she fought against the restraints, trying frantically to come, but she couldn’t even bring her thighs together. The low sound of laughter from beside the tank pushed back the hazy desperation, the powerful storm inside her calming enough for her to breathe, and she leveled her gaze at him. Some semblance of self-control returning with a single thought – I am not a little. “I won’t say it, sir.”

  “You sure?” he taunted.

  Instead of answering, Sienna tried to breathe, tried to capture enough air for what she knew was coming, but the frigid splash of water as her world tilted was still a shock. Her skin was too hot, she was sweating from the stress he was putting her through, and the sudden cold of the tank was borderline vicious. Just as her lungs were threatening to boycott her command not to breathe, the chair lifted out of the water and she coughed and growled, cursing in a stream of obscenities Sienna was quite sure she’d never said in her life – much less to a Dom.

  Alexander was on her as soon as the chair settled into place, fist tightly wrapped in her soaked ponytail to force her head back hard against the seat. “Who do you belong to tonight, little one?”

  Glaring at him, she gulped air, trying to come up with a response that would display just how angry she was with him for making her talk, how frustrated she was with him for edging her like this. She wanted their gathered audience to understand that this wasn’t her.

  “Answer me. Now.” His voice had a darker edge, a strength to it that called to the submissive buried underneath all her raw emotion – the things that should have been calm and quiet when she played. One hand landed on her thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, while the hand in her hair shook her slightly before tightening. “Who do you belong to tonight?”

  “You!” Sienna answered, and she hated the surge of frustrated tears in her eyes, burning as they tried to fall.

  “That’s right,” he growled. “And are you supposed to be an obedient little girl?”

  “Yes, sir,” she forced the words between her teeth, straining to lean closer to him even though it pulled her hair.

  “Then say it, say ‘I want to come, Daddy’. Do it.”

  “No,” she answered, and she watched his blue eyes go wide in surprise, before they narrowed and he released her, returning a second later with the vibrator. The first brush of it against her clit was cataclysmic, and the scream she released was pure fury, but he grabbed her hip and held her firmly to the chair so that she had no choice but to take it. Flickers of sparks wound their way up her spine, tightening every muscle in her body as he dragged her to the edge. Hanging her over it with only his hand to decide whether she felt grace or damnation.

  Bastard.

  There was nowhere to move, no way to avoid the onslaught of pleasure – and she knew in that moment that he intended to break her. The shift in him was clear. Something new. Threatening. But the damn vibrator made it so fucking hard to think, to focus.

  “You’re so strong, Sienna,” Alexander purred against her ear as she whined. “You’re always so strong, aren’t you?”

  She shook her head hard. Not strong, never strong. Meek, quiet, unimportant.

  “I think you have those two jobs so you don’t have to ask for help from anyone. I think you’ve always been like that, always alone even if you’re with someone. Afraid to need anyone.”

  “Stop,” she whimpered, and she wasn’t sure what she was begging for more. For him to stop teasing her, or to stop speaking the words that she realized she couldn’t quite deny.

  “You know what else your card said about you, little one?” He waited just a beat, not long enough for her to actually answer as she tried to arch away from the chair. “It said you were into service and humiliation, and I think that’s true. I think you get off on it, from letting men use you. But I think you submit because you like to feel the connection to another person when you let them take you, let them do whatever degrading thing they choose.” Alexander pulled back and met her eyes, but she squeezed them shut. “You don’t want to let anyone in, little girl. You don’t want to let anyone close enough to hurt you, but you still want to feel some connection, don’t you?”

  Sienna released a wordless cry, an unintelligible plea for him to stop before he continued. To let her go, to let her come, to let the lightning running under her skin find its mark. She needed to come, she needed to fall apart, she needed to escape him and his damning words. For the first time in her years of play, she contemplated her safeword. The tongue-based shape of the ‘R’ in ‘red’ forming inside her mouth, but he spoke first.

  “I think it’s because you don’t want to be anything more than an object, little one. Some thing for them to abuse, because as long as you’re not a person you don’t ever have to feel, ever have to connect, ever have to risk being rejected.” Alexander’s words felt like a knife sliding between her ribs to reach her heart, twisting at just the right moment to stop it between one beat and the next.

  It’s not true. That’s not it. It’s not it. It’s just what I like.

  “NO!” she screamed, hating that she was so close to a
n orgasm that her body was a network of live wires, too tense to fully feel the agony that had tears rolling down her cheeks as he rolled the devious little toy around her swollen clit. Fresh waves of heat making her forget the chill in her skin. “Stop, please stop,” she begged, shaking her head and jerking at the cuffs, but he wasn’t going to stop.

  “You want to be an object, little one, but here’s the thing – you deserve to be taken care of. You deserve to be treated like a person, Sienna. To be cared for, supported, and I can do that. I can give you the connection you crave. I can degrade you like a little whore until you beg me to stop, but when it’s all over…” Alexander’s voice was hushed, and she opened her eyes to see him waiting, staring, and then he spoke the words that threatened to crush her. “I’ll be there to pick you up, little girl. I’ll remind you that even tied down, spread wide for all of these people to stare at, to enjoy your screams, your choking – you are still a person. You are still beautiful.”

  It felt like lies. Pretty lies, but lies all the same.

  And her body was strung too taut for him to be playing with her mind too.

  Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, a sniffle breaking her shaking breaths as she stared into blue eyes. Endless and steady.

  “That’s what a Daddy does, little one.” Alexander slipped a hand between her thighs, just beneath the agonizing touch of the vibrator, and pushed two fingers deep. “I can feel you squeezing. I know you want to come. Just admit it all. Say it, and it’s yours.”

  “I don’t want it,” she groaned. Wincing in her efforts to stop the orgasm, to hold back, to find some center that could keep it at bay. Being an object was what she’d always craved, mindless and easy. Giving herself over so she disappeared. How could being a person do that? Being a person meant having responsibilities, thoughts, distractions. That’s what she came to clubs like this to escape, and no Daddy Dom could change that.