Black Light: Roulette War

by Grant, Livia

  Behind him, DJ Elixxir was already calling up the next Dom, while Elliott's mind whirled with possibilities.

  He was definitely going to need to address her brattiness.

  Moving off to the side, he was surprised when she was actually quiet as the rest of the participants were paired off, although he could feel her begin to quiver with tension as each dom was paired with a sub and then spun the wheel. But as long as she was quiet and behaving, he didn't say anything, he was just going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

  The last pair walked off the stage and DJ Elixxir grinned.

  "Everyone's paired up and you know what that means! It's time to start Valentine Roulette!"

  Immediately, Elliott began moving to the Saint Andrew's cross he'd already mentally picked out on the other side of the room, his fingers still gripping Lisa's neck to point her in the direction he wanted.

  "Where are we going?" She tried to dig in her heels and turn toward the table, where he usually operated.

  Rather than answering, he reached down and slapped Lisa's ass. The short PVC skirt she was wearing was barely any protection and she yelped, making him smile.

  "Get moving. I can still spank the hell out of you, if you give me a good reason to, before I set you on fire." He deliberately phrased it that way even though he wouldn't actually be setting her on fire.

  With a little squeak, she picked up the pace and they were the first to reach the cross, claiming it for their first scene.

  "Strip," he ordered her. "Everything off."

  Chapter 3

  Lisa

  Wow, so much for foreplay. Although, the bossy thing was admittedly pretty hot on its own, she'd thought there'd be a little bit more to the beginning of the scene. She scowled, but before she could even open her mouth, he was striding away toward the Dungeon Monitor standing off to the side.

  Strip.

  Simple, one-word order.

  She blushed a little when she realized there were expectant eyes on her already, but the audience was just part of Roulette night. Melody wasn't part of the audience around her, but Lisa had no doubt she'd be over soon. They were both really fascinated by fire play and had watched Master Elliott do more than one demonstration scene.

  Which was also why she was so confused right now.

  Unlacing the front of the black leather bodice she was wearing, Lisa frowned at the Saint Andrew's cross. She'd never seen Master Elliott do a fire play scene where the submissive wasn't lying down. Maybe he thought the cross would make a better display... but how was he going to put the alcohol on her?

  The last time she'd watched him, she'd been mesmerized by his movements. Alcohol swabbed over the submissive's skin, the lighter flaring and then the flickering flame dancing, and then his hand with a cloth moving to dampen it only seconds later. It was a beautiful and dangerous dance and Lisa had been dying to try it.

  Now all she could think about was the alcohol dripping down her front to her pussy... she wasn't completely bare on her mound and fire seemed like a really bad way to remove the hair.

  "You're moving too slowly." Master Elliott's voice made her jump and she quickly tugged off her skirt, taking the pink thong she was wearing underneath with it.

  "Sorry, um, Sir," she said, straightening back up. She'd gotten so lost in her thoughts that she'd been just standing there, doing nothing. So much for showing him what a good submissive she could be. Keeping her hands by her side, she ducked her head a little before looking up at him. Her nipples tightened under his gaze.

  A little furrow appeared between his brows and then cleared; his dark eyes thoughtful.

  "Here, drink this," he said, handing her a bottle of water, his eyes skimming over her body and making her want to preen.

  "Why?”

  "Just drink it," he said, barking out the words as an order. Lisa opened the bottle and put it to her mouth without even thinking twice. She had a tendency to always want to know the 'why' of everything, but Master Elliott's bossy tones had her jumping to obey.

  Again, the expression on his face as he watched her was hard to determine, but she thought he looked maybe a little confused. Hm. Wondering at her sudden willingness to obey?

  Hey, it wasn't like she couldn't submit. She just hadn't really found anyone who made her want to. Lisa played when she came to Black Light and she knew it. So far, she hadn't found someone who made her feel the way Melody did with Kawan, and she didn't want to settle for anything less.

  "How much have you had to drink today?" he asked as she lowered the bottle, already a quarter empty.

  "Seven of my eight-ounce glasses," she said, smirking at the way his lip curled in amusement before he controlled his reaction. She was being serious though. Hydration was very important, and she had a massive water bottle as long as her forearm to ensure she got her full serving every day.

  Nodding his head, he took her at her word, which made her like him a little bit more. "Have you ever been burned before?"

  "Uh, no." She blinked. "Are you planning on burning me, Sir?"

  Any amusement that had been in his expression was gone now, and the flat look he leveled at her made her want to shrink away a little. "It's fire play. Anything is possible."

  She might have thought he was kidding but motion behind him caught her eye. The Dungeon Monitor he'd been talking to had returned to his spot—with a fire extinguisher and a friend who was holding both a bucket and a blanket.

  Um. Had she ever noticed that being necessary before? Lisa had to admit, she never really paid attention to the prep. Just the spectacle.

  "You're an expert in this though, right? Sir?" There. Nice, calm question, no shakiness to her voice at all. Totally not starting to quake with anxiety.

  The serious expression on his face didn't budge an inch. "Anyone will tell you, if you play with fire, eventually you get burned."

  Lisa waited for his expression to crack, staring at him desperately as she waited for some sign that he was joking. He just stared back at her, completely sincere.

  Fuck me sideways.

  * * *

  Elliott

  Normally, he was more into reassuring a submissive who did a fire scene with him, but he was more worried about Lisa's enthusiasm and impulsiveness. And a little bit of fear never hurt anyone. Especially because the mind fuck was half the fun of a fire scene. His cock was already hardening, partly because she was a beautiful, naked woman standing right in front of him and partly from watching her anxiety rise.

  Biting her lower lip, she looked like she was trying to come up with another question.

  "Finish your water," he said sternly. He believed her about the seven glasses she'd already had today—she might be snarky but that was too specific to be anything but honest. The better hydrated she was, the better her skin would handle the contact. Dryness, post scene, was a very real problem, especially with a submissive who was dehydrated. "As soon as you're done with it, I'm going to put you on the cross. The cuffs will be quick release."

  Pulling the empty water bottle away from her lips, she opened her mouth to say something, but he kept going.

  "The club safe word to pause is ‘yellow.’ You will use it if you feel burning that lasts for more than a couple of seconds and you will use it immediately." He pointed at Garreth, who was holding the bucket of water and blanket that Elliott had requested. “Master Garreth is an EMT. He'll be on hand in case anything goes wrong."

  Her face paled as her gaze moved over to the Dungeon Monitor. "Seriously, Sir?"

  "That was supposed to be reassuring." When she kept looking at Garreth, Elliott reached out and pinched her nipple, making her jump and squeal. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. There was the healthy dose of fear he'd been looking for. His cock jerked in his pants.

  Yeah, he was an asshole for getting off on that.

  The truth was, he was fairly confident in his abilities—mostly because he worked to never become overconfident. He was always prepared, always aware
of the dangers, and took every precaution he could. Some people would think that the blanket, water, and fire extinguisher were overdoing it, but Elliott didn't want to take chances.

  Especially since they were indoors in a packed club.

  That was also why he'd chosen this cross, which had the largest hardwood space around it. All of the wood flooring in Black Light's play spaces had been specially treated to be fire resistant, but he still preferred to use the largest space, because the carpet was still flammable.

  Gentling his hold on Lisa's nipple now that he had her attention, Elliott caressed her more gently, soothingly, and leaned forward, lowering his voice.

  "I'm going to take very good care of you," he promised, the air heavy with tension between them. Her breath was coming in soft, short pants, her nipple stiff between his fingers, and the mix of fear, arousal, and excitement in her eyes was perfect. "That's what all the precautions are for.”

  His lips hovered over hers and for a moment he almost leaned down to kiss her, but then he remembered who she was, and he pulled back.

  They were paired together for Roulette. Kissing wasn't necessary.

  Although the disappointed look on her face almost made him change his mind.

  * * *

  Lisa

  Even without fire play, that was some serious heat coming off of Master Elliott. Lisa could almost swear he'd been about to kiss her. But then he'd gone back to being all business and that...

  Well, that was disappointing. Until she remembered that he was a big jerk who didn't think she was a real submissive and she was supposed to be proving him wrong, not working her way back into a crush on him. So, it was better that he hadn't kissed her.

  And now she was pressed up against the hard wood of the Saint Andrew's Cross, totally naked and Master Elliott was drizzling water over her hair.

  "Is this really necessary?" she complained, not because she actually objected, but because she was getting so nervous that she literally couldn't keep quiet. Oops, she'd almost forgotten— "Sir?"

  Rather than answering her verbally, she felt her hair shift, and then a hard hand swatted her ass, making her jump. Her breasts moved against the wood, stimulating her nipples and her pussy clenched. Even though he'd scared her a little with all the precautions he had taken before the scene, the bondage and his bossiness and her anticipation meant her arousal was stronger than ever.

  The little sting of pain from the slap just added to her excitement.

  Her now wet hair was twisted up high off of her neck and clipped into place. Master Elliott's fingers brushed over her shoulders, checking for any stray hairs that may have escaped his notice, and Lisa's fear and arousal climbed even higher. She pressed her thighs together, squirming at the soft caress of his fingers over her skin. Even though she knew he was performing a kind of safety check, it was surprisingly sensual.

  Or maybe he was doing that on purpose. That wouldn't surprise her either. And he'd made it so she couldn't see.

  His fingers stilled. "What is the sigh for?"

  Oops. She hadn't even realized she'd sighed—and not in a 'I love your touch' kind of way. That had definitely been a disappointed sigh.

  "I wanted to watch you set me on fire, Sir," she admitted, turning her head so she could try to see him, but she was too tightly bound in place. The cuffs might be quick release, but they were still strong enough to hold her easily, and he'd spread her arms wide enough that she didn't have much room to maneuver. "All the other subs you played with got to watch the fire."

  She expected him to say that naughty girls didn't get what they wanted. Or maybe tell her that she'd just have to learn how to submit. Something patronizingly bossy that would make her want to kick him. What she didn't expect was to hear a low laugh, to feel his breath on the back of her neck, making her break out in a rash of goosebumps.

  "That's because I'm not setting you on fire, Lovely Lisa." His fingers stroked up the center of her back and then down to cup her ass, squeezing it with suddenly rough fingers and making her pant. "I'm going to flog you with it."

  Chapter 4

  Elliott

  As soon as he finally admitted his plan to Lisa, he could hear the hitch in her breath, feel her quiver under his fingers. He leaned in closer, less than an inch away from her body, so that she would feel how small she was next to him.

  "Now hold very, very still," he murmured in her ear. Water slid down the side of her neck, curving over her collarbone and down between her breasts. She shivered, and he wasn't sure if it was because of him or the water dripping from her hair. "I would hate to miss a stroke."

  She froze, like a deer in headlights, and Elliott grinned as he slid away. From the way she'd been squirming, he knew she was aroused, and now her nerves would heighten and amplify the whole scene.

  Garreth was holding the Kevlar flogger for him, soaked and ready to be lit now that Lisa was in position. The lights above their play station dimmed, so that it would be easier for him to see the movement of the flogger.

  Out of deference to the number of people in Black Light tonight, Elliott had decided to use just one flogger. The air was warm enough already, and one flogger was easier to control and safer.

  A murmur went through the audience when he lit the flogger, the front of his pants tightening even more against his cock. He wasn't a firebug, but there was something primal about playing with fire... about a submissive trusting him enough to use fire to play with her body.

  Lisa was now trying to look over her shoulder at him, making him shake his head.

  "Eyes forward, Lovely Lisa," he ordered harshly, bracing himself in place behind her, keeping one eye on the flogger. "Don't move."

  At the order, her head moved back into place and she let out a long shuddering breath. Adrenaline coursed through Elliott's veins. Because, if he were being honest, deep down, he'd wanted to play with her since the moment she'd asked him to set her on fire.

  Lifting the flogger, he swung, and the flames streaked through the air.

  * * *

  Lisa

  Heat washed over her back.

  I’m burning!

  She almost screamed, but the heat was gone almost as soon as she’d felt it and there was a whoosh of cool air in its place. That’s when she realized the flogger hadn’t even touched her and Lisa had to bite her lip against shrieking or cursing.

  Bastard! He did that on purpose!

  Panting for breath, Lisa leaned against the support of the cross, thankful now for the position that Master Elliott had put her in. She'd wanted to watch, but now she closed her eyes, thankful that she couldn't see the flogger. Holding still was harder than she'd thought it would be, even when she couldn't see it coming.

  More heat, air moving over her skin, but no impact. Her breath caught in her throat anyway. Any second now and she’d feel the real flame. A tiny whimper fell from her lips, her body tightening in anticipation.

  The murmurs of the crowd pricked at her senses, the admiration, the wonder. Lisa almost wished she were one of them, watching this happen to someone else. Not being able to see was messing with her. Every time she felt the heat rush past her skin, she tensed, sure that she was about to be burned. Master Elliott’s serious expression kept flashing in her mind, his careful consideration of all the dangers made them feel all too real.

  Despite that, she could feel her arousal growing anyway, almost in defiance of her nerves. She pressed her thighs together, waiting, waiting… if he didn’t hit her soon…

  Then the flogger slapped against her skin, hotter and stingier than she'd ever experienced and she cried out. Her entire body tensed, expecting pain—real pain—but it was already gone again. Almost too fast to even register it. She sucked in a breath, shuddering as cooler air rushed over her skin in the wake of the flogger, making her feel extra sensitive.

  More heat, the flogger passing near her skin but not touching it, and then it hit again. The sting was intense, but it felt good too, and she almost wanted to
laugh out loud with glee—she was being flogged with fire and she liked it!

  A slightly ragged sob of relief lodged in her throat and she slumped slightly, letting the cross and her restraints hold her up as her muscles all turned to liquid. When the flogger hit her ass, instead of her upper back, she jumped, but then relaxed again as the new pattern continued. It had completely messed with her head waiting for the flogger to land.

  The fire caressed her skin, leaving hot arousal in its wake, her fear subsiding. The danger wasn’t gone, but she trusted Master Elliott to take care of her. To keep her safe. Her heart might still race, and she tensed every time she heard someone else gasp, but she also relaxed into it. Left back, right back, left ass cheek, right ass cheek... the pace was almost hypnotic. Her arousal and tension swirled.

  Master Elliott was flogging her with fire.

  But she wasn't burning. She was flying.

  * * *

  Elliott

  Cock hard as a rock, Elliott carefully adjusted his pattern, ensuring that he wouldn't land the flogger in the exact same spot too many times. The flames created a beautiful tapestry, woven through the air, but the murmurs of awe from the audience were distant. All of his focus was on his swing and the beautiful woman he had bound for his pleasure.

  Fire streaked through the air, the flogger moving so quickly that in the dim light it was easy to see the trail as it passed through the air. The beautiful figure eights danced over her form, pinking her skin every time the fire landed a blow, the flames licking across her skin. Elliott kept a sharp eye out to make sure that it never touched her skin for more than a second or two, and that no flame remained behind afterward. All it would take was one stray hair laying against her skin and she could easily be burned. Not terribly, but Elliott didn’t want a single blister on her.