Black Light: Rocked (Black Light Series Book 1)

by Livia Grant

  “Good girl. Chase, take our girl to the spanking bench and start to get her situated. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “Yes, sir.” Chase knocked back the last of his drink before standing, taking Emma by the arm lightly and navigating her a short way away to a raised platform where a wooden spanking bench awaited them.

  Jonah was off kilter as his worlds were colliding. Jaxson stepped in, moving closer to Samantha so their conversation was more private.

  “How are you doing, Samantha?” Jaxson asked softly.

  Sam hesitated, more subdued as she took in her surroundings. “I’m okay, I guess.”

  Jaxson pressed her. “If you’re uncomfortable, just say the word and you can leave.”

  She glanced up at Jonah nervously. “I’m not going anywhere until Jonah and I get a few things sorted out.”

  “Maybe you’d feel more comfortable sorting those things out upstairs instead of here at the club.”

  Jonah watched Sam scan the area, keeping her eyes on Chase and Emma across the room for a long minute. He reached out for her hand, ready to pull her out of Black Light. She didn’t belong here.

  Jaxson didn’t give him the chance.

  “Samantha, this is the part of my friend’s life that he doesn’t want to show you. He doesn’t think you can handle it. I’m not so sure.” Jonah wanted to punch Jaxson’s front teeth out as he grinned a comforting smile down at Sam. “If he is right, all you need to say is the word ‘red’ and Jonah will take you out of here. It’s called a safeword. It means you want to stop. You also need to know that no matter how it looks to you, everything happening in this room is consensual. Every submissive, including Emma, has a safeword. They can stop play at any time. Do you understand?”

  Samantha’s eyes were wide. “Yes.”

  Jaxson corrected her. “That’s yes, sir. In the dungeon or in negotiated scenes, when a dominant gives you instructions or asks you questions, you answer with a sir out of respect.”

  She hesitated, answering softly as if trying on the new words for size. “Yes, sir.”

  An odd feeling of jealousy invaded Jonah that Samantha had just addressed someone other than him as sir. He didn’t like it, but he suspected he’d love hearing those words on her lips when they were directed his way.

  “Good girl.” Jaxson paused, glancing for the first time at Jonah before turning back to Sam and adding. “Everything else you’ll ever need to learn about our lifestyle, this guy here is gonna teach you, that is… if you consent to him. He’s a good dominant when he gets his head out of his ass.” Jaxson smiled at Jonah’s expense before adding a friendly. “I have a feeling he’ll take very good care of you, if you let him.”

  Samantha’s face was glowing. “Oh, I’ll definitely let him.”

  He let her words sink in. She hadn’t freaked out yet. She hadn’t demanded to leave. Maybe there was hope.

  Jaxson nodded his way before turning and heading toward his lovers, leaving Samantha and Jonah in relative privacy for the first time since she’d arrived. He wished he hadn’t had the last drink. It was clouding his judgment. He and Sam had a thousand other things they needed to talk about before dragging the weight of a D/s lifestyle into things. Yet he stood still, helpless to whisk her away because all he really wanted to do was get inside her again.

  Their time together back at her apartment had been like magic. He’d never dreamed he could feel so close with another human being. That she was standing in front of him, looking at him with love in her eyes amazed him. Sure, fans looked at him that same way every day, but they didn’t count. They were in love with an illusion—the Cash Carter persona his publicist had helped craft.

  Samantha saw Jonah. She knew his history. His dreams. His weaknesses. Yet she looked at him with a love he didn’t deserve.

  He closed the distance between them, taking her into his arms and holding her close. He leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Say it. Tell me you want to stay here.”

  “I want to stay here… with you,” she answered with confidence.

  “You aren’t going to like it,” he warned.

  “How do you know that?”

  The truth was he didn’t know. Jonah pulled out of their embrace just enough to look down into her expressive caramel brown eyes. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

  Jonah took Sam by the hand and led her through the dungeon to a seating area closer to Jaxson, Chase, and Emma. They’d have a good view of the scene about to play out, yet would be able to exit quickly if Samantha freaked out as he suspected she might.

  Jonah sat first, pulling Sam into his lap, hugging her to him and enjoying having her in his arms. Samantha didn’t even blink as she watched with great interest as her friend Emma was stripped down to her panties by the men in her life. Jonah could see Emma’s genuine apprehension of what was about to happen and wasn’t surprised that Sam had tensed up, becoming concerned for her friend.

  Chase and Jaxson took the time to sandwich Emma between them in an embrace. The spectators couldn’t hear what they whispered to her, but she relaxed just a bit.

  They led Emma to the wooden spanking bench. Jaxson had purchased several of the high-end custom designed pieces of BDSM furniture for the many different sections of Black Light. It was just one of the many reasons members loved their new club.

  It only took a few minutes for the men to situate their curvy submissive across the bench. She kneeled on the leg braces, bending over the padded railing at the top and reaching down and forward for the hand grips that spread her arms wide, closer to the floor. The men adjusted the bench to spread Emma’s legs wider to match her arms and then started to use the leather belts to secure her in place at the wrists, ankles, knees and waist cinch. By the time they were done, Emma was completely immobile, her ass high in the air, a ready target to receive her punishment.

  Their final adjustment was to pull out an adjustable neck brace that would hold Emma’s head up and in place so that they, and other patrons, could see Emma’s expressions as she received her discipline.

  Jonah had to hand it to his friend, Jaxson. He had formed an extraordinary trio with Chase and Emma and from the time he’d spent with them in the recent days, Jonah suspected they would stand the test of time as relationships went. As he felt Samantha trembling slightly in his lap, he wondered if they’d find a way through their own rough times ahead as they sorted through all of the drama from seven years ago.

  Sam burrowed in closer to him after watching Jaxson unbuckle his thick leather belt and pull its from its loops. But still, she didn’t look away.

  Sam self-consciously clutched at his black T-shirt as she watched Chase walk to the wall full of punishment implements, reaching up to pull down an eighteen-inch long wooden paddle with three holes drilled down the middle of the four-inch wide surface.

  When Jaxson stepped close to Emma and began paddling her bottom with his open palm as a warm up, Sam relaxed a bit into his arms. He couldn’t have stopped the blood from rushing to his cock if he wanted to, and he certainly did not want to. Sami started gently rocking to the rhythm of the spanking, unwittingly grinding against Jonah’s growing erection until he sat there in his now uncomfortably tight jeans, desperate to be inside Samantha again.

  When the warm-up ended, Sami scanned the rest of the room for the first time. He followed her gaze, taking in the Dom fucking his submissive’s mouth while she knelt before him less than ten feet away from them. He heard her sharp intake of breath as she saw the submissive hanging from the ceiling, wrapped in an intricate labyrinth of ropes, leaving her sex exposed for her Dom to latch over a dozen brutal looking clamps onto her labia. Even from the distance, Jonah could see the tortured submissive’s trembling under the strain.

  Their attention was drawn back to Emma with the first loud lash of leather on flesh. From their vantage point, they could just make out the red splotch just below where her panties ended where her Dom’s belt had connected with flesh. Jaxson was i
n no hurry, delivering ten stripes at a rather leisurely pace before stepping away from Emma. As if the men had choreographed their scene, Chase moved closer, stepping behind Emma and tapping the wooden paddle to her ass lightly. Jaxson had taken position in front of Emma and her stationary position of her head ensured she would stare into her disciplinarian’s eyes as her bottom was paddled by Chase.

  She must have closed her eyes because Jaxson barked his order, “Eyes open.” When his naughty sub complied, he nodded to their lover behind her to continue.

  The sound of the first strike of the paddle filled the air with a heavy thud followed by Emma’s loud squeal of pain and Samantha’s surprised groan as she turned her face into Jonah’s chest, burying her eyes from watching. The next loud thud as wood connected with flesh brought a cry from Emma and a grinding wiggle from Sami.

  “Look at me, Sami,” he urged her. When she didn’t look up, he got his Dom on. “Samantha.”

  Her eyes darted to his with a frantic longing.

  “How are you doing, baby? Do you want to go?”

  “No!”

  “Well, okay then,” he chuckled with relief.

  Chapter 10

  Nothing in her twenty-three years had prepared Samantha for Black Light. While she’d remained a virgin until very recently, she’d actually begun her sexual awakening at a very young age, courtesy of the man whose lap she was presently sitting in.

  She hadn’t had the words to describe the tingly feelings Jonah could stir in her with just a look, even when they were just kids. As they’d gotten older, their intense friendship had morphed naturally into a physical relationship.

  The irony was Samantha would have gladly given Jonah her virginity in high school. He’d been a gentleman who’d insisted they wait until she was a bit older to ensure she was really ready. That hadn’t stopped them from their sexual exploration, but then they’d been torn apart before they could truly consummate their relationship.

  But here… tonight… the kind of sexual experimentation happening around her blew her inexperienced mind. While she’d seen her share of soft porn on the internet, nothing came close to watching her new friend, Emma, being punished by her two dominant lovers. She should be running from the room as she glanced around, watching the mostly submissive women being dominated in oh-so-many naughty ways.

  But instead, it felt more like pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. She still didn’t have the right words to describe her feelings, but at the heart lay her love/hate relationship with control. She’d always struggled and out of necessity and self-preservation, she’d learned to take control of her life after Jonah had left. On her dark days, when she lost her battle with control, she’d cut.

  Luckily, her dark days had come fewer and farther in between over the last few years.

  Tonight, she recognized the seed of submission that Jonah had planted in her all those years ago had laid dormant, just waiting for him to return and claim his rightful place in her heart and in her life.

  With each swing of Chase’s paddle, Samantha sank deeper into her memories of struggling to find her way after she’d lost Jonah. Remembering how her father had tried, and for a while succeeded, in filling the gaping hole Jonah had left. Not that her dad had ever crossed any sexual boundary he shouldn’t. She was grateful for that. But she’d insisted on going to law school outside of Texas, in part because she needed to put distance between her and her father, knowing he was influencing her life in unhealthy ways.

  Thank God I did, or I may have never seen Jonah again.

  Real hope for her future filled her heart as she enjoyed the attention of Jonah’s roving hands, one currently slipped under her blouse to squeeze her bare right breast while his left hand fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans. As soon as he had them open, he slid his hand into her pants to grab her pussy through her panties. She was glad he couldn’t see her flaming face from his angle or she would die of mortification.

  “That’s my girl. You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against the shell of her ear.

  Sam renewed her rhythmic grinding as he positioned her to face forward. She laid her head back onto Jonah’s shoulder, trying to relax into the growing sexual need the sights and sounds of the room were stirring. His roving fingers exploring in her pants didn’t hurt either.

  Emma was struggling now against the restraints. Guilt crushed Sam when she realized that instead of being angry on her friend’s behalf, she instead felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the two alpha men in Emma’s life both dominate and protect her at the same time. On some instinctual level, Samantha understood the rules of this new game and answers to questions she’d never even thought to ask in her past started to fall into place.

  Even when he was ten and the new kid in school, Jonah’d been the one in charge. The kid the bullies wanted to control, but were never quite brave enough to take him on. Even before his young, scrawny body had shown visible signs of being a rock king, Jonah’s character, drive, and ambition had been larger than life. He had been her whole world.

  He still was.

  Her breathing was ragged by the time the men stopped Emma’s punishment. Jaxson had ripped his submissive’s panties away from her scorched ass and was gently gliding the palm of his hand over the blotchy, red skin, inspecting it to ensure no real damage was done. At the other end of the restrained sub, Chase was helping the punished woman blow her nose.

  As soon as the men were satisfied Emma had learned her lesson, they moved into action again, this time to each unzip their pants and take out their hardening erections. Jaxson directed the scene, placing Chase at Emma’s head as he stepped up between Emma’s spread legs. The entire dungeon seemed to pause to watch the trio in action.

  Just as the men plunged into Emma’s body, Jonah decided to plunge his fingers into Samantha as he sucked on her neck once again. The two women each cried out in unison, surprised need.

  “Oh, please. Jonah…” she begged.

  “Please, what, baby?” His question was deceivingly soft in her ear.

  “You know… I need…” she stammered.

  “Tell me. What do you need?”

  “You. Inside me,” she replied breathlessly.

  “Now? In public?” She heard his uncertainty.

  “Anytime. Anywhere.” In that moment, she meant it.

  He sprung to his feet in a rush, scooping her up and placing her boots on the ground long enough to unfasten his own jeans and free his cock. Sami turned towards him as he pulled her closer, fumbling to help push her pants down her legs. She couldn’t stop her giggles as they frantically worked to free her from the confines of her too-tight jeans, almost toppling over several times.

  Finally naked, save her socks, Jonah urged her as he pulled her back towards the plush chair, “Back on my lap, Sami. I’m gonna take you for a bit of a ride while you watch the show.” She followed his directions just as she heard Emma’s cries, begging to be allowed to come when Chase’s cock left her mouth to let her breathe.

  Sam collapsed into his lap, expecting Jonah to guide his shaft into her body. She was surprised when he took the time to situate her so her back was against his shirt so she faced the scandalous scene playing out mere feet away. He reached forward and pulled her legs as wide apart as they would go, looping each knee over their corresponding leather arm rest and exposing her completely to anyone who dared look their way.

  For the first time since she’d arrived, Samantha took a minute to really take a look around her. She’d expected to find the crowd riveted to the threesome on the platform, but was uneasy to find at least half of the eyes of the room were on her and Jonah. It reminded her that the man who was Jonah to her was also the A-list celebrity, Cash Carter, to the rest of the world. Sexual excitement mingled with embarrassed reticence, creating a cocktail of emotions she’d never felt.

  Jonah’s confident voice talking against the shell of her ear helped her stay connected to him when her nerves might have failed her
. “Eyes on Emma. Place your hands on your legs. Leave them like that.”

  Only as she moved to follow his directions did she realize she’d self-consciously covered her sex with her hands to shield herself from the voyeurs in the room. A new thread of excitement shot through her as she moved her arms to obey Jonah’s command. It was absurd that her heart physically fluttered at his “good girl” in her ear.

  It was hard to focus on the scene in front of her when Jonah’s hands began their trek across her body, starting by squeezing her breasts until they almost hurt before moving lower to alternately pinch and stroke her pussy. It was unclear if it was his touch or the smoking hot sex happening only a few feet away that was responsible for her dripping wet condition. Her core clenched, desperate to take him inside her again.

  She was transfixed by watching the two alpha men fucking each end of her friend in a coordinated choreography. She was so lost in the moment, she missed Jonah’s hands finally clamping into her hips and lifting her up high enough to line her up with his protruding shaft. Precisely at the same moment Chase and Jaxson leaned in to begin making out above Emma’s back was when Jonah pulled her onto his rod, impaling her deeper than he’d ever been.

  Sweet pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure, making Sam feel more alive than ever before. Her body was beginning to get sore from the unfamiliar intimate attention certain virginal body parts were getting, yet Sam surrendered to the soreness, grateful for it because it proved to her that this wasn’t just a dream. Jonah was there. He was inside her. They were finally one.

  He was strong, lifting her entire body up off his shaft again and again before releasing her to let her weight fall onto his erection. Each thrust brought her ecstasy like nothing she’d ever felt. She collapsed against him, her back against his hard, muscular chest while her head rolled back to lean against his shoulder. She couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out and licking a line along his scruff filled jaw.

  I licked him. He’s mine.