by Grant, Livia
Chapter 10
Pierce
Every wicked pulse of her cunt around his shaft was incredible, the best kind of torture that had him holding back just to feel it again on the next stroke. She was perfect, every cry that slipped past her lips only urging him on, making him yank her back onto his cock just a little bit harder so he could hear another. The slap of their skin coming together a sharp punctuation to every drive, only interrupted by the loud splashing of some couple in the pool, but he blocked them out.
He didn’t give a fuck about the other participants, or the votes of the audience, or any of it — hell, he wouldn’t move if the goddamn building caught fire. No, the only person that mattered was bent over in front of him, her cunt gripping his dick like a vise with every tremor that rushed through her muscles.
I need to see her.
Burying himself in her slick heat, he leaned forward to wrap his hand around her throat, over the collar. “Up,” he growled, pulling her up until she was pressed against his chest, every shift of her hips like a stroke of lightning down his shaft, making his balls tighten dangerously.
Christ.
Before he could fuck up, he slid out of her, tugging the release on the rope cuffs so her arm wouldn’t be in the way as he pushed her to her knees and then onto her back. Tori stayed propped up on her elbows for a moment, her face flushed, lips red as she stared up at him with those wide, innocent eyes.
“Spread your legs. Now.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, not a shred of patience left in him as she obeyed him, planting her feet wide so he could move between them. Catching her behind one knee, he held her open and lined up, thrusting back into her tight heat. The feeling was merciless perfection, but it was the way she gasped, pretty lips parting to make sweet sounds, that made him grab her other leg, bending her knees toward her shoulders so he could drive just a little deeper.
“Fuck!” Tori hissed air between her teeth, brows pulled together with a look of pain and pleasure as she squeezed his cock inside her.
“Look at me, slut,” he growled, slamming deep, hard strokes that rocked her against the floor. When those warm brown eyes met his, he knew he wasn’t going to last. He couldn’t with her looking up at him like that. Not with her moaning with need and arching off the floor under him. His heart was pounding in his chest, breaths just as rushed as hers as the world narrowed down to just her. “I want to watch you come.”
“Sir,” she whined, chewing on her lip as her eyes closed for a moment before popping open to obey again. He knew it had to be intense now. Orgasm torture always did that, but there was always one more waiting on the other side of the sensitivity and he was absolutely going to watch her come, whether she wanted to or not.
Folding her legs further, he braced himself above her, shifting the angle of his cock until he pulled a new cry from her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She squeezed his shaft, her back arching as her breaths became uneven, little murmuring pleas escaping — then her eyes widened and he knew he had her. “Be a good little fuckdoll and come for me. Come for me like the wet little whore you are, come all over my cock.”
“PIERCE!” she shouted, eyes rolling before she closed them tight, her body straining against his arms as her cunt became a pulsing vise that he couldn’t resist. Fire shot down his spine as his balls pulled tight, and then there was white. Impossible ecstasy crashed through his veins, rolling outward at lightning speed as he came, her pussy squeezing him in waves, milking him for every last drop that he wished was filling her. He wanted to watch his seed leak out of her, wanted to feel the slick heat without the barrier of a condom between them.
Later, he promised himself, trying to remember how to breathe as he released her legs to cover her. Skin to skin. They were both sticky with sweat, too hot with the heat the club was pumping in to keep out the evening chill, but he needed this. Needed to feel her breasts pressed to his chest, needed to taste the salt on her skin as he dragged his tongue up her throat before he claimed her mouth. She moaned, the delirious buzz of it humming between them, and he felt her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him as deep as he could go.
Pierce didn’t want to move, didn’t want to get up from the floor, but he knew the clock was ticking. They’d call for the end of Roulette any minute, and he growled into the kiss at the idea of Tori walking away from him.
Fuck that.
He hadn’t planned on any of this, hadn’t expected the little minx in a schoolgirl outfit to be anything beyond a vapid little girl, but she wasn’t. Every time he’d thought he had her pegged, she’d surprised him. Shown him something beyond the costume that made him want more. Tori was one of a kind and something about her set his blood on fire. Summoned a hunger he’d never felt before, a craving from deep within that demanded he claim her tonight before they ended Roulette, because their games were far from over if he had anything to say about it. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling, unsure if there was even a word for it yet, but he knew one thing for sure — Tori was his.
Squirming under him, she squeezed him tight and he felt the groan rumbling in his chest as his cock twitched, slowly slipping from her no matter how much he wanted to stay buried in her heat. “You’re such a good little fuckdoll,” he hummed against her lips, stealing another kiss as her hands trailed down his back, trying to keep him there.
She said she wanted you. She said you were right for her.
Breaking the kiss, he pushed up from the floor, away from Tori so that he could gamble one last time before the night ended. “I have an idea, my little whore.”
“What?” she asked, propping herself on her elbows as he moved from between her thighs, twisting to grab his bag and drag it closer.
“Be still.” Uncapping the marker in his hand, he carefully wrote the letters on her stomach, noting the quick intake of breath as she realized what it said.
MINE.
Tossing the marker back on his bag, he rid himself of the condom and pulled his boxers into place so he could lean over her. She leaned back, letting him invade her space until she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. No way to hide her reaction as he sought the right words, trying to put thoughts he’d never had before into something coherent.
“You said this felt right,” he said, brushing a hand over the word on her chest without breaking eye contact. Trailing it down, he squeezed the word on her thigh. “And this.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her breath shaky, and he saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the hope that he had to admit he felt too.
“You liked being treated like my filthy little fuckdoll? You liked me using you?” Pierce could hear the lingering doubt in his voice, but it was unavoidable. He needed to know. Needed her to say it when she was this raw, this open, when there was no way to lie about it.
Tori’s tongue slipped across her lower lip, and then he felt her hand on his arm, moving up from where he had it planted beside her until her warm palm found his cheek. “I liked— I like being your filthy little fuckdoll. I like it when you use me. I like it when you make me feel dirty, when you make it hurt just before it feels… incredible. I don’t just like this, I like it from you, sir.”
His heart was pounding, beating at the inside of his ribs as he watched for any hint of deceit, any sign that she could be lying, could be pretending — but he’d felt it. He’d felt her come over and over while he talked dirty to her, he’d watched as she’d tried to scrub the word ‘BABY’ from her body, listened as she’d begged him to use her.
It didn’t feel real, didn’t feel possible, but she was.
Unable to hold back, he pulled her up with him, dragging her onto his lap until she was straddling him, soaking his pants, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed her in his arms, needed to kiss her again and taste her skin.
Pierce kissed and licked and nipped his way across her chest, capturing her nipple in his mouth just so he could steal another soft cry from her.
“Sir, please,” she whined, her fingers wrapping around
his arms, squeezing when he only pulled her closer. “Pierce.”
His name from her lips, not shouted in the chaos of an orgasm, made him lift his head to look at her. She was smiling, that brilliant fucking smile that punched twin dimples into her flushed cheeks and made it impossible to think straight. “What is it, little whore?”
“You didn’t say anything back. Again.” Her smile flickered for a second as her eyes dipped away from him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, I can’t read you like that, but”—she took a deep breath—“I want you to know I really enjoyed this and… if you ever wanted to do it again I—”
“Stop.” He cut her off, feeling a wicked grin spread across his lips. “I guess I haven’t made myself clear, fuckdoll, but when I put this on you…” Pierce ran his hand over the MINE scrawled across her stomach. “That was my way of saying that you’re not walking away from me. Not tonight. Unless you can give me a damn good reason why not, I plan on taking you back to my place and tasting this sweet, sore little pussy for myself. I’m not going to let you sleep until my sheets are soaked, until you’re crying and begging me to stop making you come. Then I’m going to fuck you again.”
The flush in her cheeks brightened, her lips parted in what he hoped would soon be a ‘yes.’
“Any arguments, whore?” Pierce brought his palm down on her ass, jolting her hips against him, and he loved the flash of desire in her gaze.
“None at all, sir. I think a plan like that warrants calling in to work tomorrow.” Her smile widened, and there was only real excitement behind it.
“I can’t wait to hear all about your job while you’re squirming in my bed.” Stealing a kiss, he nipped his way down her throat. “You’re going to tell me everything. Spill all your dirty little secrets.”
“Do I get to know anything about you?” she asked, a breathy laugh sneaking past her lips. “Like your last name?”
“Montgomery,” he answered, grinning against her shoulder before he bit down, reveling in the way she ground her cunt against him as she whined.
“Mine is Brewer. Tori Brewer.”
“I like that so much more than Baby.”
She groaned, fingers tightening on his biceps. “I hate that name when you say it.”
“That will be the last time. Trust me.” He grinned as he captured her nipple in his mouth again, teasing the bud until she moaned softly. “I like you as my little fuckdoll.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” Wrapping his hands over her ass, he pulled her cheeks apart and trailed his fingers from cunt to the tight little pucker that made her tense. “I think I’m going to like prying your secrets out, slut.”
“Yes, sir.”
“In case you missed it, time’s up,” Tyler said from above them, and when he looked up the man was grinning and offering him a towel along with two bottles of water.
“Thanks,” Pierce replied, reluctantly removing his arms from Tori to take the items. “We’ll be out of here soon.”
“No rush, you’re not the only ones lingering. But don’t push it.” Another laugh as he wandered off to do whatever the DMs did after the chaos of Roulette.
* * *
He’d gathered their things while she got dressed again, hiding all of the pretty words on her skin, but he knew he’d have her naked again soon.
The whole night felt like a dream. A fantasy come to life, and part of him was still worried it would evaporate like one. That she’d be different outside of Roulette, outside of the club… but that was just years of bullshit in his head.
Tori wasn’t like that.
She was beautiful, honest, and dangerously stubborn. Every other sub he’d ever played with would have quit the scene he’d created with the pony. Most of them before he’d even brought the violet wand within five feet of them, but all of them would have given up eventually. Called out ‘yellow’ or even ‘red’ just to escape the diabolical scene he’d worked up.
He’d wanted it to be challenging, meant for it to push her, but it had been impossible.
Pierce had realized it ten minutes in, and yet… Tori had refused to give up. Twenty-four minutes was how long it took before she finally cracked. The tears in her eyes had been a relief, because even though she hadn’t used the word, that was her ‘yellow’ and it was all he’d needed to move in. To touch her the way he’d needed to so he could make her his. Still, he needed to remember that for the next time he pushed her pain limits. He had every intention of coaxing out her masochistic side, the one that got wet when he spanked her, when he nipped her skin, but he’d never risk pushing too far.
There was no way he’d risk losing this at all.
Still new, still so raw, but it felt right. Tori felt right.
“So, do you need to call into work too? Send an email or something?” she asked, smiling up at him as he tossed his play bag over his shoulder with a chuckle.
“I don’t work, little whore.”
A frown pinched her face, her brows coming together, and he couldn’t help but grin at her confusion. She had no idea who he was, who his family was, and she’d still wanted him and all his twisted kinks. If there had been any lingering doubt in his mind, that obliterated them, and he yanked her against him to kiss her hard. Owning her mouth, claiming the back of her neck with one hand so that he could control it completely.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he whispered against her mouth, feeling the rapid puffs of her breath as she stared up at him.
“Sir?”
“I don’t need to work. Money isn’t an issue for me, or my family, but that’s not what I want you thinking about right now.” He grinned, keeping one arm around her waist as he led them toward the exit. “While I’m driving us home, I want you to think about how many times I can make you come before you pass out like a good little fuckdoll. Well-used, soaking wet, and covered in come.”
“Oh God,” she whispered on a moan, and he glanced down at her messy schoolgirl costume, the bottom part of ‘DIRTY GIRL’ peeking out from beneath the short skirt.
“That’s right, slut. And that’s just tonight… I have so many things I want to do to you.”
The list was infinite, and it would take him an eternity to cross them all off. He wanted to own Tori Brewer in every way possible, wanted his dirty little fuckdoll to soak his bed every night, and wherever that led him would be just fine.
Even if that meant one day he put a ring on her finger at the same time he locked a collar around her throat.
THE END
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Trained
A Black Light: Roulette War Novella
By
Sue Lyndon
Chapter 1
Xavier
Xavier stood on the upper balcony of the Ross Wellness Retreat, silently counting the number of clients returning from the morning hike. Once he was satisfied that Corey, his newest hire, hadn’t left anyone behind, he allowed himself a long, appreciative look at the Santa Monica Mountains. The sun was just rising, bathing the horizon in rays of orange and pink. It was a beautiful sight, and he almost lifted an arm to wr
ap it around Sherry, but she wasn’t there.
She was never coming back. Still, his arms kept aching to wrap around her, to hold her while they watched the sun rise over the mountains, as had been their morning ritual during the five years of their marriage.
Would the phantom ache ever go away?
Fuck. He ran a hand through his hair and turned just as a knock sounded on his office door. He exited the balcony and walked inside.
“Come in!”
Whoever it was, he was thankful for the distraction. The only thing that had kept him sane in the three years since Sherry’s untimely passing was throwing himself into work, keeping the wellness retreat that he’d founded with his late wife running strong.
Corey entered his office, his trademark mischievous smile in place. The young man always looked as if he were about to say something offensive, though he’d come with a glowing resume and he happened to be the son of one of Xavier’s best clients, a wealthy movie producer, so Xavier had given the young man a chance.
“How’d the hike go?” Xavier asked. “You guys returned a bit early.”
“We spotted a mountain lion,” Corey said with a shrug. “Big fellow, too. But as soon as he saw me walking around a curve in the trail with several hikers close behind me, he took off. Needless to say, we turned the fuck around and came back early.”
“Shit. Where exactly did this happen?”
“Around mile four on the Blue Canyon Trail. He ran over the rocky cliffs in the area.” Corey smirked, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against Xavier’s desk. Clearly, the sighting hadn’t left him unnerved, but it was still concerning. The safety of Xavier’s clients at the wellness retreat was his number one concern.