Black Light: Roulette War

by Grant, Livia

  "Ow! Stop it!" She writhed, trying to squirm away, but there was nowhere for her to go. He pinned her down on the table, pressing his hand on her lower back to keep her in place, while his free hand dug into his pocket to retrieve the condom waiting there. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he pulled out the rubber and sheathed his cock.

  His pants sagged slightly down his thighs, he positioned himself behind her and then thrust forward, hard and fast, impaling her on his cock. She screamed, struggling even more, although her increased efforts were just as useless as her previous ones.

  Despite her cries and protests, she was so wet that it only took him two thrusts to fully embed himself in her sweet pussy. Her muscles gripped him tightly, squeezing and contracting around him as he held himself very still inside of her.

  "Noooo..." Her voice was a low moan, a mere whisper, and he paused, waiting to see if she was going to safe word... but she just squirmed again, and Elliott grinned. This was a CNC scene, hearing ‘no’ just made it hotter for both of them. Her pussy quivered.

  Gripping her wrists, he pulled out and thrust back in hard and fast. Lisa cried out again as his body slapped against her hot ass, his cock splitting her open again and again, ravaging her while she was pinned helplessly against the table. The appreciative audience around the bar turned him on even more.

  Then he felt her slump against his thrusts, no longer struggling or fighting, but submitting to his ravishment. Hmm. That wouldn't do.

  Elliott shifted one hand.

  * * *

  Lisa

  Was this what hate-fucking was like? Because it kinda felt like what she'd always imagined hate-fucking would feel like.

  Raw. A little terrifying. Incredibly hot.

  Her throat was sore, her ass was on fire, and her pussy was throbbing with need. Tears were still sliding down her cheeks onto the table beneath her. People were staring at her. Watching her being fucked, seeing her helplessness, witnessing her inability to make Master Elliott stop.

  Sure, she could have used her safe word but... she didn't actually want him to stop. She just wished she'd put up a better fight. Except fighting now might mean that he'd stop fucking her. And she really liked him fucking her.

  Then his hand moved, and something pressed against her anus.

  Lisa squeaked in surprise, trying to wriggle away from the insistent pressure. "No!"

  He just laughed at her and her adrenaline shot up. “That’s right, fight me sweetheart. You’re making this too easy.”

  "Asshole!" The second the insult dropped from her lips, laughter rang out around them and she wished that she'd chosen any other name to call him.

  "And a very nice one it is, too," Master Elliott said loudly, to more laughter, just as his thumb popped through the tight ring of muscle.

  Writhing, Lisa tried to lurch forward, tried to kick back at him, neither of which did anything. His thumb burrowed deeper inside of her, making her feel twice as full, while his cock rammed into her pussy again and again. Twisting, she managed to catch his shin with her heel, but it was like kicking a cinder block.

  "That's right, sweetheart, fight me." The mocking drawl dug under her skin and Lisa tried to buck. Her holes clamped down around him, drawing another groan of pleasure from his lips.

  Panting, she slumped against the table again, already out of breath, muscles quivering. Master Elliott made a soft chiding noise and then something tugged on her wrists, and the next thing Lisa knew, her hands were free.

  It's a trap!

  But the Admiral Akbar style voice screeching in her head didn't stop her from immediately trying to take advantage of her newly freed hands. She yanked them forward, so Master Elliott couldn't grab them again and immediately tried to push off from the table.

  His thumb popped out of her ass, making her squeal, as he grabbed her by both hips, holding her lower body in place, still fucking her. Pushing herself up, her back pressed against his front and she tried to shove the table away from her... but it was heavier than she'd anticipated, and it barely moved an inch.

  Almost immediately, she was bent forward over the table again, this time with Master Elliott’s hands pinning hers down to the hard wood, his cock surging inside of her. Now his weight was fully atop her, somehow making her feel even smaller and more vulnerable than when her hands had been bound behind her back. He was holding her down with his own strength, which was so much greater than hers.

  “Come on, Lovely Lisa,” he said in her ear, his voice mocking and dark. “Fight me.”

  Chapter 7

  Elliott

  The slick heat of Lisa’s pussy tightened around him before she tried to buck again, holding him inside of her even as she tried to fight against him. She shifted underneath him, trying to get a leg up to kick, but the position didn't allow her to get any leverage. Her foot brushed past his shin, barely making contact.

  Elliott moved his hips, pulling back and thrusting in.

  Not hard.

  Not fast.

  No, he used a long, measured stroke, ensuring that Lisa could feel every centimeter of his cock as he languidly filled her pussy. There was nothing hurried about his movement; he was deliberately taking his time, showing her with his body that there was nothing she could do to stop him. That he didn't need to rush.

  "No!" She choked out the word, bucking again, which pushed her back onto his cock faster than she would have been otherwise. "No, no, no, no, no..."

  She was chanting the word as she started struggling more and Elliott flexed his muscles. Straightening his arms, he left some space between their upper bodies, taking more of his weight on his hands to help pin her wrists, but also give her room to try and maneuver.

  The operative word being try.

  As he'd expected, she immediately pushed upward into the space, twisting her upper body to no avail. No matter what move she made, none of the long, slow strokes in and out of her pussy even faltered. She whimpered, clenching around him, every time she found another boundary that he’d set down, her helplessness stoked her arousal.

  Fucking and fighting at the same time. His self-control was waning with every slow, measured stroke, which was part of why he was taking his time. He didn't want it to be over too soon.

  When she jerked her head back—he wasn't sure if she was actually trying to slam the back of her head into his face, but she almost managed it—Elliott dodged and then bent his head forward to sink his teeth into the soft muscle between the base of her neck and her shoulder. Lisa screamed, clenching hard around him as she nearly came, her elbows buckling.

  * * *

  Lisa

  Caged in by Master Elliott's larger body, Lisa didn't think she'd ever felt so small, so vulnerable before. He was all around her, inside of her, filling every one of her senses. The ease with which he'd overpowered her was almost humiliating.

  And for some reason, having her no ignored was turning her on even more. But that was the whole point of CNC, right? To fight, to say no, and to be fucked anyway. It was hotter than she'd ever imagined it could be. To feel this helpless. This overwhelmed. This out of control.

  I'm a filthy pervert.

  At least she was in good company.

  The more she'd struggled, the more turned on she'd gotten, until she'd gotten so into it that she'd actually tried to head butt him. Which was when he bit her. The pain flashed through her body, nearly making her orgasm just from the new sensation as her pussy spasmed around him. It felt like he was using his teeth to hold her in place, like an alpha wolf forcing his mate to submit.

  "FUCK!" She screamed the word, jerking underneath him, pussy shuddering as her orgasm hovered just out of reach.

  Master Elliott held her pinned in place for one long moment, his punishing grip keeping her immobile. She whimpered, almost ready to start begging. The teeth digging into her shoulder retreated, leaving behind a burning circle, as if he'd marked her. Had he marked her?

  Part of her hoped that he had.

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sp; Suddenly her hands were free, but she didn't have time to try and do anything about it before he'd grabbed ahold of her hair, pulling it from the messy bun. Water dripped onto her shoulders as his fingers squeezed the mass and she cried out as cold water slid over her hot skin.

  Pulling her head up, Master Elliott used her hair like reins, his thrusts coming faster and harder. The sudden change sent her body reeling with sensual shock. With her hands free, she should have been able to fight back now, but all she could do was brace herself against his punishing thrusts. Her pussy burned from the sudden increase in friction, her neck aching as he pulled her head back, forcing her body into an arc.

  Her breasts bounced, nipples brushing against the hard wood of the table and adding another point of stimulation. Lisa cried out, her pussy clenching and releasing, trying to hold him in place, trying to slow him while she struggled to adjust to the overwhelming mix of sensations.

  “Please,” she begged, her voice higher than usual. “Please, Master Elliott, slower!”

  Just as he’d ignored her ‘no,’ he ignored this request too. He pumped, harder and faster, slamming into her, making her entire body jerk with the power of each thrust and Lisa felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Her scalp tingled from the tightness of his grip, each tug of her hair sending a new surge of pleasure to her core.

  The building need inside of her was too much to bear. The potent mix of pleasure and pain, humiliation and desire. His cock stroked her g-spot with every powerful thrust, sending her soaring.

  She screamed when her orgasm hit, her body pulsing with the intense overload of sensation.

  The grip on her hair released and she fell forward, still shuddering with orgasm. Master Elliott’s hands gripped her hips, holding them tightly in place as he actually began to fuck her harder, faster, his pleasured grunts punctuating every deep thrust. Lisa sobbed beneath him as the hypersensitivity of her post-orgasmic pussy began to turn her pleasure into a kind of torturous rapture.

  Too much of a good thing. Far too much. Her body couldn’t handle it.

  “Stop,” she begged, crying out as Master Elliott thrust home again, right on the heels of her plea. “Oh God… I can’t take anymore, please, stop!”

  * * *

  Elliott

  Rather than respond verbally to Lisa’s begging, Elliott lifted his hand and smacked her ass, making her shriek and tighten around him. He could hear the ragged edge in her voice, feel the way her pussy throbbed around him. Already she was building up to a second, more intense climax… but for some women, such a thing could be more painful than pleasurable.

  It sounded like Lisa might be one of those women and Elliott wanted nothing more than to force her to a second, agonizing orgasm.

  “Please no, please no, please no,” she chanted, but ‘no’ was not her safe word and Elliott kept thrusting. The table clattered beneath her as he rammed into her, letting loose the reins of his self-control. He groaned as he fucked her hard, the slick channel of her pussy clenching around him, massaging his cock.

  She was no longer trying to fight back, she was just holding onto the table beneath her, crying out and pleading with him to slow down, to stop, even as her body begged for more.

  The pink skin of her ass rippled with every thrust, his body slapping against hers, cock shiny with her juices. Lifting his thumb to his mouth, Elliott sucked on it to lubricate the small digit and then lowered his hand back down to her ass. She cried out, jerking again, as he pushed his thumb into the tight ring of her anus, her body shuddering in reaction.

  Her pussy gripped him in a vise so tight it was almost painful, and he knew she was coming again. Riding her hard, he felt his own orgasm swelling, his balls tightening as they slapped against her wet flesh. Lisa sobbed out again as his rigid length impaled her, his erection throbbing inside her as he finally started to come.

  Pulling his thumb from the tight grip of her ass so that he could lean forward again, he thrust hard and filled her completely, the soft flesh of her ass flattened by the weight of his body. The walls of her pussy sucked at his cock, pulling the cum from him in throbbing spurts that left him breathless and shuddering above her.

  Bending his head, he panted, jerking slightly as her pussy contracted around him, drawing another spurt of cum from his sated cock, filling the condom. He rested his damp forehead between her shoulder blades, running his hands over her sides as they both came down from the incredible high.

  When he heard their audience applauding, he could only shake his head and laugh.

  Chapter 8

  Lisa

  When Master Elliott bundled her into a blanket and set her on his lap for aftercare, Lisa didn't protest. Even if it was dangerous because of her crush on him, which she'd thought she'd gotten over, but she definitely hadn’t. But her body needed the time to recuperate.

  The man had a big cock and he had not been gentle.

  And she'd loved every second of it.

  "Drink." A water glass appeared at her lips in time with the order and she immediately obeyed. She was thirstier than she'd realized and quickly drank almost the entire glass before pulling away. Coolness spread through her chest and she slumped back into Master Elliott's arms.

  "Ow." She murmured the word, wincing slightly when she moved, a sore muscle next to her hip twinging. Being bent over a table was definitely hot, but some of the lingering effects were not very comfortable. Something padded would have been better...

  But this had probably been more fun.

  Unfortunately, her small 'ow' was enough to put Master Elliott into uber protective Dom mode.

  "Ow? What hurts?" It was more of a demand than a question, although concern laced his tone.

  "I'm fine," she said, slapping his hands away when he tried to pull the blanket open to look at her, feeling annoyed. Before he'd been mad when she hadn't wanted to cuddle, now he was trying to end their cuddle session in favor of checking her over. "I can handle anything you dish out."

  She’d meant it as a joke, but there was more of an edge to her voice than she’d intended, some of the feelings she’d had going into Roulette night making themselves known in that one simple statement.

  Master Elliott stilled. "What do you mean by that?”

  “Nothing, I’m just teasing,” she said quickly, but the damage had already been done.

  Strong fingers caught her jaw, forcing her to turn her head and meet his gaze. The expression on his face was guarded, but she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes blazed.

  “Are you trying to prove something to me?” Master Elliott asked. His eyes flashed with intense emotion. “Would you even have said your safe word if you needed to?”

  “Yes!” Probably. But she didn’t like the way he was looking at her. Like he couldn’t trust her. Lisa smacked him on the chest, palm flat against the broad muscles. “I didn’t need to say it, okay? Three orgasms, and you really feel the need to question me?”

  His eyes narrowed, his fingers not relaxing their grip one bit, so she couldn’t turn away from him. “Sweetheart, if I want you to come for me, I’m going to make sure you come for me.”

  She huffed, trying not to squirm too much because, hey, that was hot. But her pussy really was sore.

  * * *

  Elliott

  The squirming subbie on his lap was nothing like he’d expected her to be. But now he wasn’t sure if he’d accidentally taken advantage of her desire to ‘handle whatever he dished out.’ When they’d started the evening, he’d wanted to prove to her that she couldn’t handle actual submission.

  So far, she’d proven him wrong.

  Had she wanted to safe word at any point, but not because of what he’d said to her before? If that had happened… Elliott could already feel the guilt and self-recrimination welling inside of him. Maybe the real problem in his life was that he wasn’t a good dom.

  After all, shouldn’t he have noticed that his previous girlfriends weren’t actually submissive? That they w
ere just placating him or, worse, play-acting to manipulate him? Shouldn’t he have realized that Lisa had come into tonight with something to prove? Shouldn’t he have been keeping an eye out to make sure she didn’t bite off more than she could chew?

  “Hey!” She smacked his chest again and he blinked, and then scowled, letting go of her chin to place his hand over hers so she couldn’t do it again. The tiny sting didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t exactly respectful.

  “Stop doing that,” he ordered.

  “Then stop thinking whatever you’re thinking,” she sniped back, scowling right back at him. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything wrong. I thought we were having a good time, up until now.”

  “We were—are—I just…” How did he explain that he was worried she was lying to him without it sounding insulting? Easy answer—he couldn’t.

  BDSM was about trust. They had to trust each other. Something which he knew he struggled with, because his trust had been broken before. Knowing that she felt she had something to prove to him, having never seen her involved in a scene as intense as the two they’d already had tonight, how could he trust her to know her limits?

  Lisa pressed her lips together, looking annoyed. “I’ll use my safe word if I need to, okay? I honest-to-goodness have not felt like I needed it. I’ll admit, I got close. Close, but not actually there. Okay?”

  “Okay,” he said, despite still feeling uncomfortable. Rewinding the evening so far in his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder when she’d gotten close. There were several points that might have been.

  When she leaned into him, her hand still pressed to his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, he relaxed a little. Unlike after the first scene, she wasn’t acting out of sorts with him. If anything, he felt like maybe they’d turned some kind of corner. Elliott no longer wanted to prove that she didn’t belong at Black Light. He didn’t even think it was possible.