by Grant, Livia
“You’re both worn out, can’t we just push this to tomorrow and crawl back in bed together?”
He groaned, wishing that they could, but the staff had already made plans to meet up for the big reveal at both clubs. Changing it now would just be more of a headache than the war had already been. Shaking his head, he picked up Emma’s hand to kiss her fingers. “Unfortunately, no. But I love you for wanting to drag us back to bed.”
Emma sighed and picked up his notebook to flip through it while he continued to read through the comments. Someone had done watersports, which had caught some attention. Another couple did fisting in the medical room, which had earned quite a few votes. He’d caught the scene on a couch where the big Russian had used a butt plug on his little submissive, spanking her, and then adding a vibrator to the mix until she’d come spectacularly.
It was a scene he planned on recreating with Emma. Maybe while she had Chase in her mouth.
Distracting.
“Got it,” Chase said as he sat down at the table with the laptop already open in his hands. “Madison gave me the tallies in the email she sent.”
“Why didn’t Maxine—” Jaxson was halfway through the complaint when he switched back to the email and saw that she had, in fact, told him who the winners were with the associated vote count. He had just opened the attachment without bothering to read the entire email because he was too tired to think straight. “Nevermind, I have it.”
“So, we have our winners?” Emma asked, sitting up straight in her chair with a big smile. “Tell me about them!”
“Elliott and his sub, Lovely Lisa, won the overall vote.”
“With setting a flogger on fire, I’m not surprised,” Chase said, and Jaxson shrugged as he went back to the transcribed comments.
“That was definitely part of it, but they got a lot of votes for a pretty wild CNC take-down scene that ended over a table in the bar.” Jaxson shifted in the chair remembering how Lisa had caught his attention as she’d run, naked, through the crowd, with Elliott on her heels. “I got to see the end of that scene, and I have a feeling that swayed the vote more than the flashy fire display. Remember, most of the regulars have seen Elliott do fire demos, and many of the subs have had the chance to participate.”
Chase looked distracted for a second, his coffee mug hovering in front of his mouth, and then he seemed to snap out of it with a chuckle. Taking a drink, he grinned. “Well, I have to say, I wish I’d had the chance to see that. It sounds hot.”
“It was,” Jaxson acknowledged. “But we had a lot of great scenes on the East Coast this year. Fisting in the medical suite, full-latex in the stocks — which included some face-fucking with a ring gag. A spanking scene that involved both a butt plug and a vibrator, quite a bit of anal, a watersports scene, and that posture collar with breath play.” Skimming the document, he added, “And it seems like Mister M and Miss Payne were a close second in the votes.”
“Which ones were they?” Emma asked.
“Latex suit and posture collar scenes,” Jaxson answered, distracted by some of the comments as his hard-on grew uncomfortable. “Overall, as much as it would begrudge me to satisfy either of our Dungeon Masters in this little war they invented, it’s possible that the East Coast won.”
“Hold on,” Chase said, raising his hand as he leaned back in his chair. “You weren’t even at the West Coast.”
Chuckling, Jaxson crossed his arms and leaned back, mimicking Chase’s posture. “Well, then, tell us who won at Black Light West.”
“Pierce Montgomery and a sub who signed up as Baby.” Chase clicked around the laptop for a few seconds, before continuing. “Tori Brewer is her real name.”
“What did they do?” Emma asked, groaning. “Come on, I missed both events, the least you can do is paint a picture for me.”
“Well, according to the DMs I chatted with, Pierce is known for being kind of an asshole. Into degradation, and the sub he spun was a Little… and then she spun humiliation.”
Jaxson grinned, unable to hide it. “That sounds like a rough match-up.”
“I thought so too, but when I stopped by she seemed to get pretty into it. He used a marker to write a bunch of words on her, like slut, fuckdoll, dirty girl, and did some pretty intense orgasm torture with her on his lap. Legs spread, draped over his thighs. The audience got a very nice view.” Chase blew out a breath, shaking his head as he seemed to remember it. “And I’d be willing to bet that the facefuck scene they did was more intense than the one on the East Coast. He had her hands tied behind her back, gave her a ball to hold for a non-verbal yellow and had a local dom monitor it. Pierce was rough with her, but the girl didn’t safe word out, even when he stayed in her throat for longer than I thought he would.”
“Damn,” Jaxson acknowledged, feeling a bit of jealousy at missing the scene. “Was she okay?”
“Apparently she loved it. Called herself his dirty little slut in front of the entire audience, and later in the night he put her on top of a wooden pony and used a violet wand while she tried to get herself off. According to Tyler, he ended up having to help her come, and they had sex on the pony, and the floor.”
“I can see why they got the votes, but that doesn’t really compare to—”
“Whoa,” Chase interrupted. “That was just one couple, and Black Light West had three unique couples. A female domme and a male sub, a female domme and female sub, and then a male dom and a male sub. Did you guys have any diversity over on the East Coast this year?”
Jaxson felt his jaw clenching, feeling defensive until he remembered that they owned both clubs, and ultimately he didn’t care who won. “We only had one domme with a male sub, so maybe we missed the mark on bringing in some different types of couples, but nothing you’ve described so far seems to top the scenes I saw.”
“Okay.” Chase grabbed a notebook from his bag, flipping it open. “We had a Daddy Dom and his sub spin pet play, and he turned her into the sexiest little kitten. Making her meow and beg for him to touch her and they had a crowd outside of the room when he fucked her while she was still wearing the tail plug. Karly Starr, the pornstar, was also there, and she spun pony play. Her dom locked her in the stocks in pony gear, whipped her ass for being late — which she deserved — and then fisted her. They had a good crowd watching her squirt.”
“Of course Karly Starr had an audience, half the men there had probably seen one of her movies!” Jaxson huffed, not understanding why he suddenly wanted the East Coast to win. Maybe because he’d seen the participants first-hand?
“It was still hot. And they ended up doing breath play in the pool, and a spontaneous take-down scene outside of it. And we had a couple spin watersports, using the group showers.” Chase flipped another page, snapping his fingers. “Oh! The guy that went by Tanner47 got paired with a new member named Quinn, and they spun ABDL. He definitely made it work for them, used a vibrator in her diaper and I heard a few audience members saying that their facefuck was hot too.”
Jaxson wanted to brush off the scenes Chase had listed, but he hadn’t been there, and they did sound hot. Grumbling under his breath, he scrolled through the list of comments on the spreadsheet in front of him. “How on earth are we supposed to choose the winners when each of us only have half the information?”
Emma cleared her throat, pushing the lids of both of their laptops down with a sharp clap. “I’ll choose.”
“What?” Chase asked, looking at her like she’d lost her mind, and Jaxson wasn’t far behind, but he could tell their sub wasn’t going to back down.
“You two are going back to bed for a few hours. The meeting isn’t until 2:30 this afternoon, and neither of you are going to make any sense by then if you don’t get some sleep.” Emma reached over, pulling Jaxson’s laptop in front of her, and then she did the same to Chase’s. “I’ve heard you both plead your cases, I’ve got the raw data, and I’m going to read the comments from the voting cards and make a decision on East versus West.”
Jaxson felt a smile tugging at his lips, and then Chase laughed, leaning over to kiss their sub.
“Judge Emma to the rescue,” Chase said.
“Absolutely,” Jaxson agreed, standing up from the chair to steal a kiss of his own. “You’re actually impartial to all of it, so your vote will be as fair as it can be. Such a good girl.”
“Thank you,” she answered, beaming a smile at them before she shooed them away. “Go sleep, I have to research.”
“Don’t get too sassy. I still have a lot of ideas for things to do with you when you’re naughty,” Jaxson warned, enjoying the pink flush to her cheeks as he turned and smacked Chase on the ass. “Same goes for you.”
“Yes, sir,” Chase said, still grinning, and Jaxson didn’t have the energy to be annoyed.
“Let’s get some sleep while Judge Emma makes her decision.”
* * *
Emma
It had taken a couple of hours to read through all of the comments, and decipher her husbands’ handwriting, but she’d made it through all the material and she felt pretty confident in her decision.
Whether or not the Dungeon Masters would like it would be a totally different issue.
“I feel more human,” Jaxson said as he sat down next to her at the table. He smelled like his cologne and the tantalizing soap that both he and Chase used.
“I’m glad. I was worried about both of you this morning. This whole thing was just…” Emma let her voice trail off, trying not to be rude, but Jaxson caught her chin and turned her to face him.
“Finish your sentence.” It was a command, that delicious edge to his voice that always turned her into melted butter.
“It was… stupid,” she finished, already feeling guilty for using the word, but Jaxson smirked.
“I’m well-aware.”
Surprised, she leaned back, her frustration building until she had to speak her mind. “If you knew this was stupid, then why did you let them do this? Why did you guys have to fly out to the clubs to referee their insane little war?”
Jaxson’s eyebrows lifted a little, and she sighed.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“No, I’m glad you were honest about how you feel, and I can’t say I wouldn’t feel similar if I’d been the one stuck at home.” Reaching over, Jaxson took her hand in his, squeezing it. “You know that I never want either of you to feel left out, and this situation put us in a place where no matter what we did, someone would be left out.”
“Right,” she whispered, and she couldn’t deny that it would have sucked just as much to leave either of her men alone at the other club while she was with one of them. Even if it would have been more fun.
“Emma, listen to me.” Jaxson waited until she met his gaze again before he continued. “I can assure you that it will not happen again, but this year it happened because I think their little pissing contest will help to get it out of their system. Hopefully it will help the staff at both clubs work together better, and next year we’ll figure out a way to measure their success without breaking up our family for the sake of Roulette.”
“I have some ideas for that,” she said, and he smiled at her, leaning over to kiss her.
“I’m not surprised. You’re brilliant.”
Those words filled her with a buoyant energy that pushed away some of the lingering sadness at missing Roulette. “Thank you, sir.”
“It’s the truth,” Jaxson said, squeezing her hand again.
“Are we live yet?” Chase asked as he walked into the room, still finishing the bottom buttons on his shirt. He had color back in his cheeks, and looked a lot better with more sleep, but she wouldn’t be surprised if all of them weren’t in bed soon after the twins were.
“Not yet,” Jaxson answered, turning to look at Emma. “You ready to face them?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she answered, smiling a bit as her men flanked her on either side. Leaning forward, she unpaused their end of the video chat and an explosion of noise crackled out of the speakers.
“They’re live!” someone shouted from Black Light West, and both tables full of staff slowly settled. It was a lot of eyes looking at her, but Jaxson helped get the ball rolling.
“Hello everyone. This won’t be a long call, but we did promise you that we’d give you the results today, so we’re following through on that. Before we get to the results though, I’d like to acknowledge our Runway club managers, Maxine Torres from the East Coast and Madison Taylor from the West Coast, who stayed up until the early hours of the morning compiling the voting cards and the silent auction numbers that helped us make our decision.”
The tables clapped politely on both sides of the country, and Madison and Maxine waved to the camera.
“Happy to help!” Madison called out.
“You owe me time off!” Maxine shouted, and everyone laughed.
“I’ll take your suggestion under advisement,” Jaxson answered, keeping his expression flat, which just made Maxine laugh again, and Emma couldn’t bite back her smile.
She’s never going to be afraid of you, Jax.
“One more thing before we announce the winners,” Chase said, leaning further into the frame. “The three of us spent much of the morning discussing the various scenes we saw at both clubs, and one thing became clear. Whether it’s the East or the West Coast, Black Light is the hottest BDSM club around, and all of you put on an incredible event, which gave us some fantastic memories.”
Another loud round of cheers and shouts, several of the DMs on both coasts high fiving each other. Their camaraderie was endearing, and Emma felt a little less annoyed at the groups that had caused her stress as she watched them.
“That’s true,” Jaxson agreed, and Emma nodded along with his words. “I can assure you we won’t forget it anytime soon, and neither will our attendees who raved about so many different couples in the comments section of their vote cards. Of course, the purpose of this little war was to identify the winners.”
“Drumroll please,” Chase requested, tapping the table in front of him, and a low rumble came from the speakers as the staff drummed their feet and their hands.
“On the East Coast, the winners were Master Elliott and Lovely Lisa, for their fire play scene and CNC scene!” Jaxson smiled as the East Coast staff exploded into conversation, talking about the scene and who had seen what. Waving his hand in front of the camera to draw their attention, he tried to quiet them down. “We still have the West Coast winners, guys. Calm down.”
“That’s right!” Chase said, leaning further into the frame again as he smiled at everyone. “On the West Coast, the winners were Pierce and Baby, for their humiliation scene, and violet wand scene!” Another raucous wave of sound came from the speakers, only this time it was the West Coast table cheering loudly and talking over each other.
Jaxson looked at her, and Emma took a deep breath, giving him a little nod. When the group had quieted once more, Emma sat up straight, looking between the two groups on the split-screen.
“So, I didn’t get to attend either of the Roulette events this year, but I talked to both of my husbands today about everything they observed, and I read all of the notes from the voting cards, and we’ve made our decision for which coast won.” Emma paused, feeling an inkling of guilt as she looked down at the notes she’d made. “Based on overall event performance, creativity with kinks, and a three percent lead on proceeds from the silent auction, the winners are… Black Light East!”
Both coasts erupted for different reasons. The East was cheering, several people high fiving, and Muscles actually lifted Spencer out of his seat to wrap him in a bear hug. On the West Coast they were busy shouting over each other with different arguments, bringing up different scenes from the night in rebuttal. The only one not yelling was Elijah, the Dungeon Master.
Emma lifted her hand into the frame and lifted one finger, then two, and just like a group of children they went silent on both sides before she got to three.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling at the camera. “We’re all extremely proud of both clubs, and while Black Light East will have the Roulette trophy for the next year, we will be choosing a different method of deciding the overall winner in the future, because my husbands and I don’t plan on being separated for Roulette next year.”
“That’s understandable, Mrs. Cartwright-Davidson. We’ll be happy to help with that during the next staff meeting. But, before you go, may I say something?” Elijah asked, standing up to move closer to the camera.
Emma glanced at Jaxson, and her dom squeezed her thigh under the table, before nodding slightly.
“Sure,” Emma said, feeling awkward as the Dungeon Master asked her for permission.
“First, we’re obviously disappointed, as you heard, but it’s only because we had some truly spectacular participants this year who went above and beyond our expectations.” Elijah turned to wave a hand at the staff who started speaking behind him. “Second, I’m man enough to respect when things don’t go the way I expected, and I’d like to tell you congratulations, Spencer.”
Spencer was still standing from Muscles’ hug, and he moved closer to the camera to face Elijah. “Well, it sounds like you guys had a pretty good night out there on the West Coast too, old man.” Coming from Spencer, that was almost a glowing compliment, and Emma grinned as the two men waved at each other from opposite coasts.
“We did, and while we won’t have that trophy this year, you can bet we’ll be coming for it even harder next year,” Elijah said, and his staff cheered behind him, several of the DMs reaching over to slap him on the back.
“And we look forward to winning again,” Spencer retorted, laughing as his staff cheered as well.
“That’s it for this meeting, everyone. Have a good night, and thanks for making Roulette an epic event. I have a feeling it’ll be even bigger next year.” Jaxson waved a hand at the camera, before clicking the ‘end call’ button.