Black Light: Roulette Rematch (Black Light Series Book 20)

by Livia Grant

The dom turned Special K to face him, then tipped up her chin with a finger. “Why didn’t you?”

  Madison wasn’t sure what the question was about but judging by the pretty submissive’s look of rising panic, she felt confident the girl didn’t want to answer it. “Special K, it’s time to spin for your first kink.”

  The sub tried to wriggle free, but Jafari shook his head, not releasing her. “Answer the question, then you may spin. Why didn’t you use your safe word?”

  Safe word? Madison’s alarm bells went off, and she looked to the edge of the stage where Trevor was lurking, wondering if she should step in, but then the girl spoke.

  “Because I didn’t want to.”

  Cupping her chin, Jafari traced the woman’s lower lip with his thumb. “Good girl,” he finally murmured, letting her go, and Madison let out the breath she was holding.

  I’m totally going to need a drink after these spins.

  She handed over the ball and spun the wheel, mentally trying to will Trevor into predicting her need for an alcoholic beverage, but it obviously wasn’t working. Instead, she had to bite back her own groan of frustration when the marble landed on something that wouldn’t work at all.

  “Well, this one seems to be on everyone’s list of hard limits,” Madison said dryly. “ABDL means you get another spin.”

  Plucking the marble out, she handed it over to Special K and spun the wheel again. This time the ball bounced a lot before finally choosing a kink Madison had never even heard of before, but she tried to sound confident as she announced, “Cell popping.”

  The crowd erupted into murmurs, probably just as many people clueless like she was, and the other half were probably explaining it, but all of that faded into the background as the pretty girl stumbled backward toward the edge of the stage. Reaching forward, Madison was about to shout for help when Jafari caught the woman before she could fall.

  Yep. Definitely need a drink.

  Earth to Trevor, bring your fiancée a drink, please!

  She glanced back at him, but he just gave her a smile and a thumbs up, and she had to force a smile in return. Trevor was only trying to support her, and she loved him for that. Well, really, she loved him for everything he was. Running her thumb across the band of the engagement ring helped to quell some of her nerves over the rough start to Roulette, and she sought out her friend Harley’s smiling face on the submissive side for another boost of encouragement.

  You can do this, Madison. Get the show back on track.

  “And for Dom number four we have…” She purposefully let her voice trail off, waiting to see which of the men stepped forward, and she immediately recognized the dominant that had been referred by the East Coast’s Dungeon Master, Spencer. The man was tall, but not in that super-muscular way as a few of the other men waiting to be paired were. He did have an intense expression though as she announced him to the crowd. “Mr. Davis!”

  The dom nodded at her in acknowledgement, but as soon as he accepted the marble his gaze quickly returned to the group of submissives like he was zeroing in on a target. Mr. Davis turned away from searching the group long enough to drop the ball into the wheel, but he didn’t watch it. Instead, his eyes immediately returned to raking back and forth over the subs.

  Madison kept her gaze on the wheel for him, waiting until the wheel slowed enough for her to read the name. “And to play with Mr. Davis tonight we have… Miss Jess!”

  Finally, it seemed like she had a couple that wouldn’t have conflict. If anything, the way Mr. Davis turned toward the woman showed a lot of interest, and when he stepped back for her to approach the wheel Madison couldn’t help but smile.

  Surprise, surprise. Spencer’s friend isn’t a total asshole!

  ‘Miss Jess’ wore a cute, little black dress with a single choker-style necklace around her throat that Madison would have assumed was some kind of collar if the woman wasn’t a participant in Roulette.

  “So, Miss Jess, ready to spin?” Madison handed her the smooth, round marble, then reached over and sent the wheel turning.

  The submissive stayed quiet, but it was probably because of the way Mr. Davis wouldn’t stop staring at her. If any couple would have that infamous Roulette magic work on them, Madison had a good feeling about this pair. The woman hadn’t given many hints, but at least the dominant seemed to be very interested in the sub the wheel had paired him with. Too interested to pay attention to the spin, which left Madison monitoring the bouncing ball for a few more seconds until it dropped into an enviable kink.

  “Sybian orgasm torture!” Madison cried out and a few people in the audience whistled and cheered. “Someone’s in for a fun time,” she added with a sly grin.

  Davis reached forward and took Miss Jess by the shoulder, saying something quietly before he led them off the stage to join the other pairs.

  “Alright, everyone! Let’s have number five come over to spin for their submissive!” She looked over at the line of dominants and couldn’t help but offer a real grin when George Quinn stepped forward. He’d been the contractor for the remodel of the mansion, and Madison giggled when she caught the clever wordplay in his name for the evening. “Well, hello Master Craftsman. Ready to find out who your submissive is?”

  “Absolutely, Madison. I mean, since you’re not available for the night,” he added with a charming smile, and Madison actually felt a little blush come to her cheeks as the handsome older man playfully flirted with her.

  “Such a charmer,” she said with a laugh, and the audience chuckled too as she handed over the marble and spun the wheel. He dropped it in without hesitation, and they both watched the blur of color as the ball went around and around. Geo was a great guy, and whoever got him for the night would be a lucky girl, but Madison couldn’t suppress the squeal of excitement when she saw her friend’s name beside the marble. “Master Craftsman has been paired with The Brat!”

  Be professional. No playing favorites.

  Although, seriously, she wanted to play favorites. Harley was a total sweetheart, and absolutely deserved to have some fun tonight, and Madison knew that Geo would treat her well. As if he’d heard her thoughts, Geo walked across the stage to meet Harley at the steps, taking her hand and bringing her back to center stage.

  “Welcome to The Brat,” she said, grinning since the name had been her idea in the first place, even though Harley had argued about it at first — which only further proved the title fit. “Are you ready to see what activity you and Master Craftsman will start out with tonight?”

  “Sure,” Harley said, stepping forward, but when she tried to yank her hand out of Geo’s, Madison had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. Harley just yanked harder, complaining, “I need my hand! I’m left-handed!”

  In a flash, Geo had Harley spun around, her back pressed to his chest, and Madison had to cover her mouth so her friend wouldn’t see the treasonous grin she was stifling. The audience was definitely into the display as well, a rumble of chatter and a few whistles rising up from the crowd as Geo spoke quietly in Harley’s ear.

  Of course, Harley displayed the sass all of her friends loved her for by whispering back at the man, sparking up a conversation center stage that had everyone waiting until she finally shout-whispered, “We’re wasting time!”

  Madison was about to agree when Geo surprised her by grabbing Harley’s ponytail and craning her head back until he was looking directly down at her. “I asked you a direction question. Not only didn’t you answer it, but you didn’t even address me with Sir or Master, either.” He paused, and all Madison could do was stare as Harley was actually stunned into silence for once. “What is your nickname for me?”

  Nickname? Oh my God, I am going to get every detail of tonight out of her tomorrow!

  She missed whatever Harley mumbled in response, but when Geo asked, “You looking for a Daddy, little girl?” Madison felt a tingle run down her own spine.

  You better say yes, Harley!

  Wanting to hurry
her along, Madison lifted the marble, but Geo clearly wasn’t ready to release his new submissive yet. Their little conversation continued for another moment, until finally he allowed Harley to face the wheels again and Madison tried to suppress the grin as she spun the wheel — even though Harley wouldn’t meet her gaze.

  Instead, her friend took the marble and dropped it in using her right hand and not a bit of further bratting. Hell, maybe Geo could handle Harley instead of just giving her a fun night?

  Definitely calling you tomorrow, girl.

  A glance at the wheel made Madison even happier because she knew how happy Harley would be. “Neither of you had it on your limits list so you’ve rolled flogging!”

  Geo leaned down to whisper in Harley’s ear again, and then he was leading her off the stage, still holding her left hand, which had Madison grinning broadly as she silently wished her friend good luck.

  “Dominant number six! Join me at the wheel to find your submissive for the night,” Madison called out, hoping she’d be able to make up some time on the next spins.

  As soon as the biggest guy she’d ever seen in person stepped away from the line of dominants, Madison decided now might not be the best time to hurry anyone along.

  “Soren, welcome,” she said, smiling as he approached. He had to be over six and a half feet tall, and with all that muscle there was no telling what he weighed. The leather harness over his chest and the leather pants only added to the wild, mountain man vibe he was rocking with the beard.

  “Hi Madison,” he replied, and she handed the ball up to him, because he towered over her even in these dangerous boots.

  “Let’s see who you spin?” Madison started the wheel, and it didn’t surprise her at all that he dropped the marble almost immediately. It clattered and bounced before settling in to spin, but as the wheel slowed it dropped into a slot. “Butterfly, you’ve been paired with Master Soren!”

  It was definitely unprofessional, but when the petite blonde in the BSDM-version of a cheerleader outfit — complete with pigtails and ribbons — came onto the stage, Madison’s mouth just dropped open. Of all the submissives left, how had the smallest of all of them ended up with a guy that looked like he should be starring in action films about giants.

  The visual in front of her had the audience cheering and shouting various ideas at the couple, but Madison wasn’t able to think of a single thing she could say into the microphone, so she just handed the ball to Butterfly and spun the wheel of kinks.

  Holy shit. This is going to either be very interesting or very bad.

  Fortunately, the wheel took pity on the tiny blonde as it landed on, “Orgasm denial!” Madison laughed a little with relief. “Whooo, that’s going to be a fun one!”

  She waited for the couple to leave the stage together, still mentally shaking her head at how the biology of those two fitting together was going to work, but they weren’t even halfway through the spins yet and she knew they were behind schedule.

  “Number seven!” Madison called, and the second biggest guy of the night tilted his chin up in acknowledgement. He was a football player, a linebacker for the 49ers, and she remembered his name a second later. “Are you ready to find out which submissive you’ll have for the night, Bartlett?”

  “Absolutely,” he replied, and Madison smiled as she handed him the marble and set the roulette wheel spinning. Bartlett dropped the ball in a second later, and she was glad he was as intent on the results of the spin as she was.

  When the wheel slowed, it clattered a few more times and then dropped into a slot. Both Landon and Madison leaned forward to catch the name the ball had chosen, clapping her hands together when she saw it. “McKenna! Please join your dominant on stage!”

  Madison knew that McKenna was an actress from her info card, but it wasn’t until she saw the red hair that she recognized her from the vampire show that had been her latest binge on Netflix. Of course, she wasn’t there as an actress tonight, she was a submissive, and she’d dressed for the part in a tight black and red corset and an incredibly short skirt.

  While their size difference was nowhere near as exaggerated as the previous couple, it was hard to ignore just how big the linebacker looked next to the lithe actress. Shrugging off the concern, because it really wasn’t her problem, Madison offered the marble out. “Here you go!”

  The girl didn’t respond or reach for the ball. Actually, McKenna wasn’t even looking at her, or the marble for that matter. No, the pretty redhead was staring up at Bartlett, which was all she could do since she only came up to the man’s broad shoulders.

  “McKenna?” Madison reached over and tapped her on the arm, and the girl’s cheeks flushed before she finally turned away from him to grab the ball.

  “Sorry. I just spin it right?” she asked, and Madison shook her head slightly, spinning the wheel herself.

  Covering the mic, Madison spoke softly. “Just drop it in when you’re ready to choose your first kink for the evening.”

  “Got it. Sorry,” McKenna apologized again, and Madison caught the dom grinning as he watched his flustered submissive drop the ball in. A minute later the marble chose their first kink for the evening.

  “Shibari!”

  “Oh,” McKenna said, looking a little nervous, and Madison picked up her limits card to double check it, but shibari wasn’t on either of their lists.

  “Can I have her limits list?” Bartlett asked, looking at the card in her hand, and Madison was caught off guard for a second before she handed it over. The big man caught McKenna by the back of her neck, angling her toward the stairs before he nodded at Madison again and said, “Thanks.”

  “You two have fun!” Madison called after them with a chuckle, sighing with relief that at least the two big guys were done. Glancing over at the line of dominants, she summoned, “Number eight?”

  “That’s me.” A handsome dominant stepped forward with the sleeves of his button-down already rolled up. “Master J.”

  “Yep,” she answered with a laugh. “Come over and spin for your sub!”

  He joined her at center stage, tossing the little marble into the wheel without hesitation, and a moment later a sub named Bethany was bouncing up the steps, excited to spin for their kink. At least, she was excited until the roulette wheel chose ‘sensory deprivation’ for them. The way the woman’s face went pale had Madison concerned, but Master J was already talking it through with her as he led her off stage.

  Dominant number nine was a Russian diplomat named Valdemar. He wasn’t very attractive, and something about him made Madison think he would be greasy if she touched his skin. While the man he’d come with, Master Pavel, had looked absolutely terrifying… at least he’d seemed cleaner.

  When he stopped at the wheel center stage, he gave Madison a grin that had her stomach turning, but she’d mastered the polite smile years ago and managed to make it through the interaction without offending him. Unfortunately, the submissive he spun was ‘Baby Girl,’ a well-liked and very sweet Little who’d shown up in one of her trademark nighties — complete with delicate ruffles — hoping for a Daddy Dom.

  If ‘Baby Girl’ was disappointed though, she didn’t let it show. They spun ‘wax play’ and headed off stage without so much as a flicker of discontent.

  Different strokes for different folks, she reminded herself before checking the time. It felt like she could breathe again. They were back on track. Her stomach clenched though when she looked over the dwindling number of dominants and submissives and realized the numbers didn’t add up. Five dominants, but only four submissives.

  Fuck! Had they miscounted at check-in? Had someone bolted? Groaning internally, Madison put on a brave face and smiled at the dominants.

  “Number ten?” she beckoned and realized one of the men was already moving forward, and his name was… James. “Next up, we have Master James!”

  He waved at the audience a little on his way to the wheel before turning to face her, flashing a wink as he held
out his hand. “Ready when you are, Mistress Madison.”

  “Cute,” she mumbled, winking back at him as she placed the marble in his hand and spun the wheel. “Good luck.”

  “Why would I need luck? I don’t think I can lose, right?” Master James shrugged like he really wasn’t worried about who he would spin, dropping the little white ball with the same casual flair. He glanced over at the submissives against the wall, but unlike most of the other men he didn’t seem intent on any one of them.

  Well, it’s probably best not to have expectations in this game.

  The wheel slowed and a second later the marble finally chose a slot. “Subbie Sandra!”

  It took a second before Madison’s stomach dropped, because none of the four women remaining by the stairs were coming forward. Instead, they were all looking around at each other. Great. Madison looked at Chase like he could help her, but he just gave her an empathetic expression, raising his hands by his shoulders. Sighing, she was about to call out the woman’s name again when movement in the crowd along the left side of the theater drew her eye. There was a woman weaving forward, raising an arm in the air.

  “Looks like you almost had a runner, Master James,” Madison teased, covering the microphone so only he would hear it. He chuckled, still seeming unfazed by the situation, and if the girl really had contemplated backing out, she couldn’t have landed a better dominant.

  They introduced themselves to each other, and she sensed some sparks between the two as she held out the marble to Sandra. When his sub didn’t move to take it, Master James pointed toward her hand. “You have to drop the ball.”

  “Right.” Sandra laughed and took the marble, dropping it almost immediately after Madison set the wheel spinning.

  They all watched the marble whirl around, eventually bouncing and clattering before it finally settled into a slot. As soon as the wheel slowed enough for her to read it, Madison called out, “Pet play!”

  “Is that one of your limits?” Master James asked the girl.

  “Uh… no,” she answered, but it definitely didn’t sound as confident or relaxed as her dom for the evening. James took a step closer to Madison, asking a few more questions about Sandra’s limits, and once she’d listed them, he turned back to his sub for the evening.