Black Light_Valentine Roulette

by Livia Grant

  “Deep breath, sweetheart, and wait for it.”

  She stilled. Both hands steadied her head, and he began to slam into her mouth, going deeper each time, beating down the back door of her throat. She gagged a little at first and clenched her fists in protest, but then numbed herself to it. She would take it, had to take it. She'd wanted this. She owed him for the orgasms he’d given her. How many times had she come for him – a hundred? A thousand? She’d spend her life on her knees to repay him.

  “That’s it slut, take my cock.” He pushed in and held it all the way, making her gag a little before resuming his timed thrusts. “Earn my cum. Good girl.” He groaned as she swirled her tongue on the underside of his cock, working to please him even as he treated her like his own personal toy. “Such a good sub.”

  She couldn’t help the corners of her mouth turning up at his praise.

  “I’m going to cum, darling, and you better take it all,” he warned. “Or I’ll whip your tits until you’ll beg for me to cut up your dress instead of letting you wear it out of here.”

  She gurgled.

  He paused, readying himself for the last rally. “Hold it in your mouth, don’t swallow. You get to taste your Master. Your reward for being such a good girl.”

  As if there wasn’t already a puddle on the floor, Chessie felt wetness sliding down her thighs. She didn’t bother squeezing her legs together. She was a slut, everyone could see it. From her red nipples to her wet cunt, she’d own who she was, and if anyone said anything, Master Kane would be there. He would protect her.

  He slid in for his last assault. This time, she relaxed her hands, and tried to stay as open as she could for him. He beat against her mouth, squeezing handfuls of her hair, working her head just how he liked it. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes, even as she felt a rush of pleasure stir through her, starting from her pussy and spreading through her body, tingling through her breasts.

  Holy hell, did she just cum from a face fuck?

  Kane buried himself deep in her mouth, and she focused on him again, moaning, humming, swirling her tongue. He pulled out and she tasted his ejaculate, a mild flavor that was not unpleasant. She quivered with pleasure at being able to serve him. At the last second she remembered not to swallow, but tipped her head back and kept her mouth wide open, showing him his cum.

  Every part of her arched and aching to please him.

  “Good girl,” he rasped, and she felt triumph that he wasn’t unaffected. “Such a good girl. You may swallow.”

  She did, and he didn’t even have to prompt her next words.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Damn if this wasn’t one hell of a sub. She knelt before him, chest heaving, pussy weeping, pretty eyes glazed as they fixed on his face. He wanted to tie her up again and do bad things to her. He’d fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth until she was filled with the essence of him, and only him. He wanted to ruin her for all men, and keep her forever.

  One thing at a time.

  She had cum without permission. During face fucking no less, the magnificent creature. She probably wasn’t even sure what had happened. If he took her home, he’d bind her so she spent the whole weekend on her knees.

  The whole weekend, now that was a thought.

  Now she waited, docile, without a peep.

  “Good girl,” he told her again, and just to see how far he could push her, grabbed a handful of her hair. “Crawl now, darlin’. Hands and knees.”

  Instantly she was on all fours, moving on wobbly limbs to heel. He’d train her to crawl too, but for now her ungainly scrabbling was beautiful, because she struggled to obey him.

  They moved across the club towards the next station he had in mind.

  “Up.” He helped her to her feet and placed her hands on the bar of the stocks. She jerked back when she felt them. He waited.

  “Sir –”

  A sharp smack resonated and made her bottom wobble. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

  She shook her head. “Permission to speak, sir.” Her chest heaved.

  “Denied.” He started strapping her in. “We’re not done. The rules state the minimum time we need to remain in the scene is thirty minutes. I haven’t tortured you for thirty minutes straight. Not even close.” He’d enjoyed teasing her too much, controlling her responses and making her beg. She’d resisted each orgasm and fought beautifully, but he wasn’t satisfied with mere surrender. He needed to break her.

  Her legs shook a little as he secured her to the wooden frame.

  “There you go.” He left and returned with the Hitachi still soaked with her exertions. He placed the stand close to her. Just to be mean, he turned it on so she could hear, but not feel it.

  Chessie gasped and threw herself forward, before she remembered she was bound to the stocks and couldn’t get away.

  “No, no, no,” she sobbed, writhing her bottom in useless protest.

  “Yes sweetheart,” Kane’s voice was sweet and patient, even as he turned the hitachi buzz higher in promise of what was to come. “You can do this. You want to please me?”

  She shook her head, but the answer was yes. She did. She would do anything for him.

  “You have a safeword. You can admit defeat at any time. I’ll make you kiss my shoes first, but then you can go.”

  She kept shaking her head and this time she meant it.

  “Safeword? You may answer.”

  “No sir. Please, just... help me. “

  “I will, sweetheart.”

  The Hitachi switched off.

  She sensed he’d left the space and she waited for his return, shifting slightly from foot to foot. Her poor clit was so numb and abused, she couldn’t possibly orgasm again. Kane had led her to a bottomless well of pleasure; she didn’t know if she would drink or drown. All she knew was that he was the one holding her up, guiding her, keeping her from losing it.

  Something cool touched her lips. “Drink baby. That’s it. You’ve been so, so good for me.”

  She finished the glass and waited for him to finish the statement. “One more round and I'll take you into the next room and cuddle you to your heart’s content.”

  She nodded and hung her head in defeat.

  He took away the glass and returned but didn’t turn on the torture device right away. Instead his hands softly stroked her arms, waist, rubbed her tense biceps and shoulders. The massage made her relax, but the kiss on her neck overcame her.

  She let out a sob, tears leaking behind the leather mask.

  “You can do this. I’ll be so proud of you. I’m already proud of you. Free membership awaits. Just a little bit more.”

  Free rent, free membership. She'd forgotten these far away, insignificant details. She'd forgotten everything but him.

  He turned on the Hitachi again for a mere second and she tensed, but didn’t beg. She would do this for him.

  Another layer, another layer. He stripped her defenses away, one by one. What would he do when he found she didn’t have any more to give?

  The wand switched off. “Good girl. I’m going to help you.” His touch glided down her spine. Head and wrists bound in the stocks, Chessie was bent forward with her legs straight and stance wide. Trapped, helpless.

  Again he placed the bulbous head of the Hitachi wand between her dripping folds, pressing it snugly against her clit.

  “I have the remote, so be good for me.” His voice floated to her but she was already gone, in her own world ruled by her arousal and his touch. Falling, falling into that black well. Far away from the usual angry traffic in her mind. A beautiful, easy mental space.

  At least, until something cool was spread between her ass cheeks.

  “Unk,” she choked.

  “Relax, subbie. I’ll stretch you out, nice and easy. Fingers first. I’m going to train this ass for me.” His fingers followed, doing what he’d promised. Pushing and probing until her back hole burned with the stretch. “My cock is long but not so thick. It'll fill
you, though.”

  His fingers twisted into her, and she moaned long and deep, letting her head sag further.

  “You like that? You’re dripping on the floor.” He clucked in mock disapproval. “Naughty subs lick their messes up. But you’re not naughty. You’re a good girl. You want your Master to fill you.”

  Hanging in her bonds, Chessie panted and tried to keep from shouting her outrage, not sure if the invasion of her tender hole mortified her or felt good. Probably a healthy dose of both. Her face was flushed under the leather and her nipples were hard as he probed her. It was so wrong, so taboo.

  So why was she so turned on?

  “You’re so sweet and pliant. Under that fighting facade, there’s a spirit that wants to submit.” The fingers popped out of her ass, but before she could sigh in relief, the vibrator came to life. Kane kept up his steady whisper. “Let go, girl, let me take care of you for a little while.”

  The hitachi ground against her raw skin. Electricity pulsed through her, gathering, promising a climax, a pinnacle higher than she’d ever experienced before. It didn’t make sense anymore – was it pain or was it pleasure? It was pain past all pleasure, pleasure past all pain.

  On and on Kane whispered his soft litany, a lullaby lulling her to the heights, his voice the only thing tethering her to the world.

  The hitachi turned on high.

  Again, her own cries filled her ears. Now she was begging.

  “Stop, please, stop, I can’t –”

  “You may cum,” he told her, and she did, crashing to the ground and almost immediately starting to ascend again.

  “It’s too much, it’s too much.” Her whole body clenched, fighting the climb. The vibrations between her legs pulled her up and threw her off the summit again.

  “God, please,” she groaned. “I can’t – ”

  Not even Kane’s voice could reach her now. It was too much. The bracing buzz between her legs didn’t touch the cacophony in her own head. Her body felt hot, and cold, and her stomach turned. She was frozen, she was on fire.

  She came again and again, sputtering. Her eyes, nose and mouth were dripping, clogging the leather, making it hard to breathe. She coughed and couldn’t stop coughing.

  The vibration stopped, but she kept shaking. Her arms were released, and a strong, warm body cradled her.

  “Enough, sweetheart. Enough. I’ve got you.”

  “Kane.” She clung to him, breathing in his perfect scent.

  “Here.” The mask loosened, and peeled from her skin, and just like that she could breathe.

  “There you go, darling. Drink this. I’ve got you.” He cradled her and tipped a water bottle to her lips, then wet a handkerchief and cleaned her face as if she were a baby.

  She shivered, curling into him. He’d carried her into the semi-private room and cradled her on the couch.

  “Permission to speak,” she croaked.

  “Scene’s over, baby. Talk as much as you like.”

  “Did... what happened?”

  “You hit subspace, and went away.”

  “But...did we win?”

  “We did. You did. You did so good for me. It’ll be okay.”

  “I wanted... to be good for you.”

  “You were, baby, you were.” Someone waved to him from outside the room, and he frowned. “One second, baby. Stay here and drink this –” He handed her a water bottle. “And I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay,” she sniffled. Before he left, he wrapped a giant blanket around her shoulders. “Thank you.”

  She gazed after him hungrily, drinking in his long form as he went to speak to the dungeon monitor. He still looked as poised and cool as at the beginning of the night, while she was a naked, dripping, drooling mess. Deep in conversation with the club employee, Kane angled his body to gesture back at her, and she saw the rather impressive hardon tenting his slacks. The senator wasn’t completely unaffected by the night’s events.

  But when was he going to fuck her?

  Dismay hit her body harder than the bout of trembling. Was he going to fuck her? Should she ask or offer? Was it even done? Maybe he didn’t want to fuck her. Maybe she wasn’t good enough, wasn’t pretty enough. Maybe if she asked, he’d decline.

  Ms. Jones, he’d say in that polite tone of his, thank you, but I must regretfully decline…

  Now there were two men speaking with the senator. One she recognized as the club owner. Was she in trouble? Kane had said something about the month’s free membership.

  Oh God, she’d safeworded at the beginning. Maybe she’d messed it up for him. What if the only reason he’d come tonight was for the free membership and she’d ruined it for him?

  Where five minutes ago there had been perfect peace, the thoughts poured into her head and wouldn’t stop. Something else nagged at her. She didn’t realize what it was until she’d finished the water bottle and set it down, and her hand hit the mask.

  The mask! He’d taken off the mask. She lifted it with trembling fingers. All her anonymity, carefully preserved. Ruined in an instant. Her status as a lobbyist, totally destroyed. She could see it now – she’d knock on a senator’s door, try to gain entrance with an aide, and Kane would be there, and he’d smile a knowing smile...

  “How was it?” The sub from the stage stood beside the curtain, smirking at her. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

  “What?”

  “He sent me to give you this.” The woman handed her a water bottle. “And I’m not surprised. He usually doesn’t do much aftercare, which is kinda strange, seeing as he always goes for the newest subs.”

  “The newest subs?” Chessie repeated in the daze. The pieces of the night were coming into focus, combining into a picture of terrible clarity.

  “Yeah,” the sub said. “Sucks though. I scened with him once, when I was new, but only once. After he takes a sub and breaks her, he tends to drop them.” The woman shrugged. “At least you got one night, right? I’ll never forget the taste of the Kane. And I don’t mean the wooden one.” With a wink, she was gone.

  The shivers overtook Chessie despite the thick blanket. Kane always went for the new ones. Until he broke them, the sub had said. Well, he’d definitely broken her. There were pieces of her soul lying all over the club floor.

  Oh God, she had begged him, cum for him, even crawled for him.

  She rose and started pawing through his things, looking for her dress and boots, blinking to clear her vision.

  She’d thought she was special. He’d made it sound like they had an extra connection, that she could trust him.

  ‘It’s all a game’, Mina had told her from the beginning. Kane was a master. She just wished she had been an equal player and not just a pawn in his hands. She should have known once he reached the core of her, laid her bare, all the challenge, the mystery would be gone. Puzzle solved, he could toss her aside as easily as he discarded her mask.

  Chapter 4

  “I don’t mean to argue, I just wanted to point out the rules,” the dungeon monitor said. “I watched you take your sweet time getting into the play, and didn’t say anything, bt now you’re monopolizing a semi-private room. The point of the Roulette was to play out here, in the open, where people can see.”

  Kane channeled his cool and resisted the urge to tear his hand through his hair. He had a weary sub waiting for him and wanted nothing more than to go wrap his arms around her. Instead, he was debating with a stupid dungeon monitor who wanted to make sure the audience got their money’s worth. As if he, Senator Kane, and his beautiful sub for the night, were trained monkeys.

  “I understand that,” he said through gritted teeth. “She’s new to the scene. I wanted to ease her into play. Help her explore, and learn what she likes.”

  “That’s another thing. She rolled Sybian orgasm torture--you didn’t get her there until almost forty-five minutes after your scene started--”

  “Are you auditing our scene?” Kane couldn’t help but raise his voice, put forc
e into his tone. An asshole move, but he was two seconds from just walking away from the conversation. He had to get back to his helpless, quivering sub. She might need him. “I’m the dom, I got a new play partner for the night. I wanted to see to her needs. Not titillate some crowd.”

  “Master Kane, is everything all right here?” It was Jaxson, thank God. The owner of the club saw that he was about to lose his cool.

  “Tell your employee that as a Dom in this club, the safety and care of my partner for the night is my highest concern. Not whether or not we’re putting on a good show.” Kane kept his words civil, but the bite to his tone made the overbearing employee’s blood run from his face.

  “I only wanted to make sure he knew the rules. He also shouldn’t be spending so much time in a private room – those are for everyone, and the Roulette players are supposed to keep their scenes on the floor –”

  “Yes, thank you. I’ll make sure Master Kane understands the rules. Could you check to see if they need any help at the stocks?” Jaxson said, dismissing the man.

  Kane unclenched his fists and tried to relax. It didn’t help that he had a hardon the size of the Washington Monument trying to break free of his slacks. That wasn’t a testament to his size, just a fact any red-blooded American male would be facing after a couple of hours with the lovely Ms. Jones.

  Damn but he had to learn her real name...

  “You’ve really got a thing for this one, don’t you?” The teasing lilt in his friend’s voice had Kane clenching his fists all over again. If Jaxson didn’t watch it, he was going to get a black eye.

  A sub Kane knew strutted by, and to distract himself he turned and caught her arm. “I have a sub in the semi-private room. Can you bring her another water bottle and tell her I’ll be right there?”

  After the sub left, Kane faced Jaxson again. The club owner studied him with a shrewd look on his face. “What’s going on? I’ve never seen you this close to losing your cool. Not even when your bill was defeated and you convinced three subs to spend all night taking your cane.”

  Kane gave in to the urge to run his hand through his hair, and gripped the back of his neck to still his nervous gesture. “It’s this sub. She came in with all these walls, and I’ve broken through. I want to see her again… but there’s a reason she came in wearing a mask. She doesn’t want me to know who she is.”