Black Light_Roulette Redux

by Livia Grant

  I felt him swell, wondering how the hell that could be possible, but when he moaned, buried himself balls deep and I felt his cock jerk, I understood it had been the sign he was ready to erupt. And erupt he did. Time and time again his cock jerked, sending jets of cum down my throat, filling my mouth.

  “Every damn drop,” he growled, pulling my face forward for the first time, burying my nose in the curly hairs of his groin.

  I swallowed repeatedly around his girth and when he began to pull back, I clamped my lips tighter, determined I would not fail him now. I gave a tentative suckle, and when he didn’t instantly reprimand me, I took it as permission to do what I’d wanted the moment he’d pulled his cock from his pants. Using my tongue, I licked along his shaft, finally getting my wish to swirl, to taste, to savor.

  It was a chuckle that had me looking up again. He was grinning, those incredible chocolate eyes causing another gush of moisture to flood my already ruined panties. I could feel my face heat but didn’t really feel embarrassed. Instead, I felt proud of myself. From the look on his face, the way his fingers released my hair to gently massage my scalp, I knew I’d done my job.

  “Very, very nice,” he said. Three words I immediately added to those that made me feel like I’d won some sort of award.

  “You may release.”

  Reluctantly, I parted my lips and released him. How I could feel a rush of disappointment when my throat was raw, I had no idea, but I did. After tucking himself back into his pants, he reached down and took my hands, effortlessly lifting me to my feet. He kept my hands in his as my legs became accustomed to taking my weight again.

  Call me a liar, but when he released one hand to take my chin, tilting my head back a moment before his head bent and his lips descended, I felt as if I’d never been kissed before. I leaned into him, his size making me feel truly small for the first time I could remember. It wasn’t a long kiss, but I knew I’d never forget it.

  When he pulled back, he ran his fingers across my chest, causing my poor nipples to throb harder. He stole my breath again, not with his cock, but with his fingers as he took the taut peak of my left nipple, closing his fingers and twisting. I felt the jolt race through me, the pain sharp and yet so very welcome.

  “You’re wet,” he said, moving to my other nipple to give it the same sharp pinch and twist.

  His knowing grin had my face heat. I supposed he knew that if he’d run those fingers through my sex, they wouldn’t be damp… they’d be drenched.

  “How about we get you out of these clothes.”

  “Whatever you say, sir.”

  He chuckled. “How come I think you’ll regret saying that?”

  I shrugged. “Maybe because you have such little faith in your powers of teaching? I for one, believe I’ve never learned a lesson faster.”

  The lift of his eyebrow showed his disbelief, but he grinned, raking his eyes up and down my body. “Take off the uniform, sub. School’s out and it’s time for the next spin of the wheel.”

  Jayla didn’t assist me this time. My fingers were the ones pulling down the zipper of my skirt, allowing it to slide down my legs to pool at my feet. Stepping out, I kicked it beneath the desk. The tie I removed was dropped to the floor and as my fingers began to push buttons through their holes, I kept my eyes glued to Owen’s. With the last button free, I slowly pulled the blouse open and watched those chocolate eyes go molten.

  “Holy shit,” he said and I grinned. Every penny I’d spent on this lingerie set had just proven to be worth it.

  I didn’t even have time to push the blouse off my shoulders before he’d stepped close, his hands cupping the weight of my breasts, his thumbs brushing across the nipples he’d pinched. Nipples with no barrier of a bra to protect them. Just like the ass of my panties, there were heart-shaped cutouts in the cups of my bra, leaving my nipples free to harden, free to touch.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day to me,” Owen said, a moment before he lowered his head and drew my right nipple into his mouth, suckling hard. My legs started to tremble as each pull caused a surge of arousal to flow through me. He treated my left to the same before lifting his head. “Lovely.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” He finished the job of removing my blouse, tossing it onto the surface of the desk. Holding out his hand, closing his fingers around mine after I took his, he led me across the platform. When the sound of applause exploded, I stumbled to a stop.

  “Oh,” I said, totally having forgotten we had an audience.

  “As I said, lovely,” Owen said, giving my hand a squeeze and the crowd a nod. We stepped down the stairs and he led me towards the stage where Chase and Emma still stood, both of their smiles widening at our approach, though Chase attempted to turn his expression into a serious one when we climbed the steps to stand in front of the wheel.

  “Hmmm, I seem to remember pairing you with Edward,” Chase said.

  I looked at Owen deciding one advantage of having a dom was allowing him to control more than just a scene.

  “Hmmm, perhaps you are going senile at a very young age,” Owen said. “We’d like to spin the wheel, if you don’t mind.”

  Chase dropped the faux look of disapproval and grinned. Picking the ball up out of the wheel, he held it out to me. Accepting the ball, I rolled it in my hand as Chase set the wheel in motion. Yes, it was the sub who dropped the ball, but that didn’t keep me from looking up at Owen, and at his nod, I opened my hand. We watched the ball bounce from slot to slot, until finally coming to rest in one even while the wheel continued to rotate.

  I felt my body tense as it slowed enough for me to read the activity. There was no mistaking the word this time.

  Anal.

  “Excellent,” Owen said, and I looked up at him.

  “Are you crazy! Have you seen the size of your cock?” When he barked out a laugh, I reached out to slug him, but he caught my hand, moving it down to press against his zipper.

  “Careful, sub,” he said with a grin.

  Feeling the bulge beneath my palm growing, I couldn’t believe he was serious about the roll. Neither could I believe my pussy seemed to be objecting to my protest as well. Still, I wasn’t ready to capitulate. Not when his grin resembled more of a smirk.

  “It’s not funny. I just had your dick in my mouth, and there is no way in hell it’s going to fit up my ass!” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, yanking away from his hold and putting my hands on my hips. “You’ve often said I was a pain in your ass so is this some sort of fix? Some type of retaliation?”

  Both of his hands lifted, palms out. “Babe, I wasn’t the one to drop the ball.”

  While I struggled to think of a snappy comeback, he just continued, lowering his arms to look over at Chase. “Is it on her hard limit list?”

  “No,” Chase said.

  “And no restrictions on the area, right?” Owen asked before I could demand a renegotiation.

  “Well, I wouldn’t think I’d need to give you anatomy lessons, but anal does denote a specific area of the body,” Chase said, all without a single twitch of his lips. Emma didn’t fare quite so well, her giggle pealing out.

  “Wise ass—”

  “Exactly!” Chase said, cutting Owen off while smiling like some proud papa when his child scored a correct answer on a difficult test.

  This time, my giggle sounded when Owen inhaled and then exhaled loudly. I seldom saw anyone get his goat.

  Sliding his arm around my waist, Owen looked at Emma. “Take rope play off the wheel.” His words had me gasping with the knowledge that shibari was going to be involved in our scene.

  “Oh good,” Emma said. “I’m sure Dillon has got to be bored as no one has visited that station.”

  “Well, that’s about to change.”

  Chapter 8

  Owen

  I couldn’t be happier with the activity my sub had spun. I was definitely an ass man, and Marty had the most delectable ass I’d ever seen. What had star
ted out as me just snapping and determined to finally put my words of the past year into action had somehow changed. Sure, I knew Marty was mine for the next couple of hours, but I also knew that would not be enough. For a man who had been perfectly content to play the field, suddenly I couldn’t stomach the thought of the sassy tax accountant doing the same. Damn! How the fuck had that happened?

  The feel of her warm flesh beneath my arm, the lemon scent of her hair, the pointed peaks of her nipples protruding through those sexy as shit heart cutouts of her bra, those red circles I’d placed all over that ass framed by white lace, were all incredible. But, it was her smile, her sense of play, her sass, and willing obedience contributing to dragging me down a path I’d never truly considered taking. As we neared the exact spot where this had all started tonight, I pushed all those thoughts aside.

  Role play took creativity but mistakes weren’t likely to harm anyone. Rope play, however, took creativity to an entirely different level—one in which errors could cause injury. It wasn’t a craft to take lightly, and I would need to focus my mind on assuring it wasn’t only safe, but I also wanted to give Marty an experience she’d never forget.

  A grin lifted my lips, and I felt my cock twitch as I edited my thought. I fully intended this to be an experience neither of us would forget. I had seen Marty’s face when that ball dropped. Hell, the obedient submissive had fled and the sass had instantly returned as she stared up at me in disbelief. I’d known she’d wanted to slug me when I’d grinned at her insistence that I was crazy. I couldn’t really blame her. I was well aware of the size of my dick and knew it would take a bit of effort and patience to slide into her tight little backdoor, but I was the dom and she would take every single inch.

  I gave her a squeeze as we approached the shibari station. Marty had come a long way this evening. Had proven she did have natural submissive tendencies. It was my duty as her dom to prove I not only accepted the responsibility to keep her safe, but that I recognized the gift of her submission. I’d make sure to counter the bite of pain that would happen when my cockhead breached her tiny asshole by giving her immense pleasure.

  “Relax, babe. I promise you have no reason to worry,” I said.

  Incredibly expressive green eyes met mine with a look of excitement mingled with trepidation. I waited for her to give some snarky reply, but once again she surprised me. “I trust you, sir.”

  Hearing her address me as ‘sir’ with such a soft tone of respect, with such trust, did more than make my cock swell. It touched me in a way I’d never truly experienced before. If my own sense of duty didn’t hold me to a high standard, those four words sure as shit did.

  Pulling her closer, I bent to drop a kiss on top of her head. Trust… not easily given and so fucking hard to repair when broken. I’d make damn sure I didn’t so much as cause a hair-line crack.

  “Who the hell are you, and what the fuck did you do with my brother?”

  Looking from my sub to my brother, I knew my glare was totally ignored. He’d known me his entire life, and I wasn’t surprised to hear his asinine question or see the grin on his face.

  “Funny as I’m pretty sure that greeting isn’t one Jaxson would expect to be given a guest.”

  “Sure he would,” Dillon said without a moment’s pause. “Hell, he’d probably make some equally intelligent observation himself.”

  I watched as his gaze dropped to Marty. It was impossible to not see his smile widen nor the look of approval in his eyes. Yes, he was married to the love of his life, but let’s face it. He was a man who appreciated beauty.

  “Marty, you look stunning,” Dillon said.

  “Thank you,” Marty said.

  “Girl, what kind of best friend are you?” Charlie asked. “You’ve been holding out on me. That is the greatest lingerie I’ve ever seen.”

  “Oh, we’ve got to go back,” Marty said. “It’s the cutest little place just off the highway. Let’s make a date—”

  “You’ve already got a date,” I broke in. “Or did you forget?”

  Marty had the grace to blush and then, once again broke from that perfect submissive mode, by giggling and shrugging. “Sorry, sir, but you can’t possibly understand how excited women get when they find the perfect store. And this boutique—it’s to die for!”

  I dropped my hand and refocused her attention to where it belonged by taking a handful of her ass and squeezing hard, satisfied with her quick yelp. But I wasn’t above taking advantage of an opportunity either.

  “Heaven forbid I deprive my sister-in-law of the opportunity to examine the goods. Stand at attention.” Once her hands moved behind her back, her legs apart, her chest out, I grinned. She really was a beautiful woman. My hand moved to the front of the lacy bra, my fingers strumming over her rock hard nipples protruding from the cutouts, loving Marty’s inhale and soft moan. “As you can see, Charlie, this lovely little bra allows a dom access without having to remove it.” Giving each nipple a pinch, I then flicked open the front closure located beneath the tiny red bow in one smooth movement. “Of course, a man does love to see the mounds those perky nipples belong to.” I pushed the straps off Marty’s shoulders. I saw the quick movement of my sub’s lips when I realized my move to bare her wasn’t as smooth as I’d thought when the bra didn’t fall to the floor. It couldn’t—not with her arms folded behind her back. Just a momentary setback I’d easily correct.

  “Turn around, sub,” I ordered, twirling my finger in the air.

  Marty turned gracefully, her back now to us. I heard Charlie’s gasp at the sight framed by the heart-shaped cutout of Marty’s panties. The red circles dotting Marty’s ass would slowly fade, but not disappear tonight. I stroked a fingertip along one line of dots. “It is very considerate of a sub to provide her dom with easy access to her nipples, but one gets a bonus when going the step further and providing a perfectly framed ass as well. Bare and ready to accept every stroke of her dom’s implement of choice. Isn’t that correct, sub?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m glad you approve, sir,” Marty quipped with a touch of humor, which was absolutely fine with me as I was not yet done.

  Taking advantage of the fact this position required she spread her legs apart, without warning, I shoved my hand between her thighs and grabbed her pussy. Her reaction was instantaneous as she moaned and went up onto her toes—impressive seeing as how her heels already had her practically walking like a prima ballerina en pointe. And God, she was way beyond wet. She was soaked. I could smell her arousal, feel her wetness, sense the swollen folds of her sex beneath the gusset of her panties, and enjoyed the hard button of her clit pressing against my palm. I had to give myself a mental shake in order to remember I had started this with an agenda. Then again, I was a man capable of switching plans mid-stream.

  Giving her a final squeeze and then a rake of my fingertip down the center of her sex barely concealed by the wet lace, I pulled my hand free. “Turn around,” I ordered again, waiting until Marty had done so, her eyes glassier, her breathing faster, her face flushed a beautiful rose. Lifting my hand, I said, “Open.” Her lips parted and I held up my hand, palm open, the glisten testament to the fact of what I’d discovered. “Clean me.”

  Her tongue came out and began to take tiny licks, reminding me of a kitten lapping at a bowl of cream… or a sub worshipping her dom’s cock as I’d allowed her to do after coming down her throat earlier. With a smile, I turned my head to see my brother grinning and Charlie smiling, a blush on her face as well. “Though, I must say you ladies are absolutely right. This is one fucking hot set of lingerie.”

  Once my hand had every inch of it licked and kissed by sweet presses of Marty’s lips, I moved behind her, had her release her arms and removed the bra. The panties were next. I dragged them down her long legs, over the silk of her stockings. Those and the shoes could stay for the moment as I remembered something that could hinder my plan. I leaned close to Marty.

  “If you need to use the bathroom, now would be the t
ime. Once we start, it won’t be convenient to stop.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “I’d better go now then.”

  Looking at her, I was suddenly a bit pissed I’d stripped her naked before considering nature might make a call. Would putting her bra and panties back on make me look like a sap? Did I care that she’d move across the room naked? Fuck yes, I cared. Pulling my shirt over my head, I quickly had it wadded in my hands. “Arms up.” After I pulled it down her body, she smiled.

  “Thank you, sir. I’ll hurry.”

  “See that you do, sub.”

  It didn’t surprise me when Charlie immediately stepped forward to join her and it also made me more comfortable. The women took off across the club, and I could finally tell Dillon what I had planned.

  “Man, you’re a goner,” Dillon said before I could even open my mouth.

  I could deny, could bluster, could call him an idiot, but why bother. He was right. Hell, he would have been right months ago, but I’d been too stubborn to admit it. Marty had wormed her way past my defenses. Instead, I just grinned and accepted the bear hug he gave me. By the time our women were walking back, I’d laid out what I wanted and knew that between the two of us, Marty wouldn’t have to worry about feeling insecure once Dillon and I lifted her. As for the ass fucking that would follow, well, she’d learn she didn’t need to truly fear it either.

  “You ready?” I asked, the first rope in my hands.

  “Absolutely,” she said, a bright smile on her face.

  Tucking the rope under my arm, I quickly stripped her of my shirt, but didn’t put it on—just tossed it aside. I slipped off her heels and removed her stockings. I wanted nothing to interfere with the jute or my caress of her skin. “Just remain relaxed as we wrap you. Don’t tense your muscles as the ropes would loosen once you do relax.”

  A look of anxiousness crossed her face. “Are you sure I’m not too big? Too heavy?”

  A quick slap of her bare ass, her sharp yip, and then I gave my answer. “You are absolutely perfect the way you are.”