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

by Livia Grant

  “No?” He moved his hand from her belly and reached over his own arm to pick up her tail. With a little tug, she moaned again.

  “Please,” she whispered. If he hadn’t been watching her reaction, he wouldn’t have known she’d said anything.

  “Please ask them or please let you come?” he clarified, tugging on the tail enough that the wide bulb of the plug began to emerge through the tight ring of muscle.

  “Please let me come!” She put one paw over her face. Her thighs shook.

  “Paws down, puppy. I want to see your pretty face when I let you unravel beneath my hand.”

  She obeyed without hesitation. Another twist of his fingers and more pressure had her chest heaving for air, her mouth agape. The woman was on the brink, and she was beautiful.

  Using the tip of her tail, he brushed it over her clit. No real pressure, but a featherlike touch while he continued to plow his fingers into her cunt.

  “Fuck,” she panted. Her heels dug into the floor, her hips lifted from the floor. He continued to tease her clit with her tail while finger-fucking her until she finally burst.

  She screamed.

  “James! Fuck! James!” One paw hit the floor while her pussy pulsed around his fingers. Her hips gyrated while she rode out her orgasm, bucking off the platform floor.

  He slowed the thrusts, easing her down. Her legs stretched out, and she let out a whoosh of air. With glossed over eyes, she looked along the length of her body at him, a wobbly smile on her lips.

  He dropped the tail and pulled his fingers from her body, wiping them on his jeans. Scooting over toward her head, he scooped her from the floor and pulled her into his lap.

  “You okay?” he asked, wiping hair away from her forehead.

  “That was intense.” She closed her eyes. “Oh my God, I screamed so loud.” She brought a paw up to her face, but he pushed it away.

  “It was beautiful.” He stroked her cheek. James opened his legs and pulled her toward him, leaning her back against his chest so he could cradle her better.

  She turned her head until her face rested on his chest.

  James noticed Miles and called him over.

  “Hey, man,” the DM said as he stepped close.

  “Hey. I didn’t grab any water. Can you take that bowl over there and fill it?” James asked, pointing at the small metallic bowl next to the pretzels.

  “No need. Have some bottles right here.” The DM disappeared for a minute, then handed James a bottle of water and placed a second bottle beneath the chair.

  “Great. Thanks.”

  Sandra shook off a paw and reached her bare hand out for the bottle, but James moved it out of reach.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Sorry. I thought—may I have some water?” She looked up at him with those wide, worried eyes.

  “Of course, but puppies don’t drink from a bottle, do they?” He picked up the glove she’d shaken off. “Put this back on before you get yourself in trouble.”

  She pressed her lips into a thin line but didn’t argue as she worked the glove onto her hand.

  “Good.” He kissed her bare shoulder and reached over for the bowl.

  Now that she was relaxed from her orgasm, he’d see how well she would obey.

  Chapter 7

  Sandra

  A warm hum ran over Sandra’s skin. She couldn’t recall ever climaxing that hard before. Surely she’d remember such an intense orgasm. Screaming out his name had just happened. It was like her mind had exploded and the words burst out while the rest of her body erupted into waves of flames.

  “On your knees, Sandy.” James picked up the metal bowl and filled it with the water.

  The reality of what he wanted smacked her right in the chest. Hadn’t she embarrassed herself enough already? Letting him finger her that way? Screaming out of control like she had?

  James placed the water bowl in front of where she still sat on her ass with her legs folded in front of her. He snagged the head band that had fallen off and shoved it on.

  “Last warning, pet. Get on your hands and knees.”

  She stared at the bowl of water, weighing her options. Their session wasn’t over. Just because she’d orgasmed didn’t mean they were able to roll again.

  One hand, then the next, she moved to the correct position, then raised her gaze up the length of his slender, built body. His dark eyes were easy to see with how the overhead light was positioned. He looked curious. Would she obey him, or would she stop submitting because he’d wrung an intense orgasm from her body?

  “Drink some water.” He toed the water bowl, sloshing several drops over the side onto his foot. “I guess you’re lucky we didn’t roll humiliation. I’d have you licking my boot clean.” He moved his foot away, and she swallowed hard.

  Her impulse was to lean over and lick the droplets off his boot, but he hadn’t said she could. She’d already overstepped earlier, and she needed to learn from it. Lowering herself to the water, she lapped up a bit on her tongue and swallowed it, keeping her eyes closed the entire time.

  “See? She’s a good puppy.” A stranger’s voice carried over the platform from the edge of the crowd. “Maybe next time we play, you’ll have learned from this.”

  Was someone chastising his own sub based on her behavior? She was a complete newb, why would anyone hold her up as an example?

  “Did you hear that, Sandy? Did you hear how good they think you are?” James ran his hand over Sandra’s head and down her back, leaving a trail of electricity behind.

  She kept lapping up the water while he petted her.

  “Are you enjoying your water?” he asked, resting his hand on her upturned ass.

  She nodded.

  “No, no, pets don’t answer that way. If you’re enjoying yourself, wiggle your ass.” He tapped the plug. “Make your tail move for me.”

  Her tongue froze in the water. Wiggle her ass for him with everyone watching. She had a decision to make: take another step into the unknown with him or disobey him and absorb his displeasure? While she was sure he wouldn’t be an asshole about it like Tony had been, his disappointment would wear on her more. He’d been so patient with her.

  Fisting her hands inside her paws, she swayed her hips. The soft plush tail brushed against her thighs.

  “That’s good, so good.” He sank his hand into her hair, fisting it at her scalp. “Keep your face in the water bowl. Raise your ass some more.”

  Dipping her hot cheeks into the water was tempting, but she found the strength to keep taking small sips. Tingles ran along her scalp where he held her hair, drawing out her libido once again. His appreciative pats to her ass increased in force, and she wiggled it faster.

  “Such a good pet.” He spanked her with full force on her left cheek, and she froze. “Don’t stop.” He smacked her again.

  It hurt, but not enough for her try to scurry away. Besides, he’d already assured her cooperation by holding her by the hair. The warmth turned into heat, then burst into a fire as he continued to cover her ass with spanks while she wiggled her tail for him.

  “Good girl.” He soothed her ass with his warm hand, running circles over the spots he’d spanked, but it was his words that quieted the erratic beat of her heart.

  He pulled on her hair, dragging her to kneeling in front of him. A drop of water ran down her chin, and she wiped it away with a paw. While he was watching her, she ran the paw behind her ear with a grin.

  “Fuck, Sandra.” He growled her name and kissed her. The coarseness of his well-trimmed beard scratched at her chin, but it was the firmness of his lips, the command of his tongue as he deepened the kiss, that kept her full attention. He swept past her lips, his tongue dancing with hers, and she melted into him.

  When he pulled back, a tingle remained, buzzing on her lips. His tongue ran along his own bottom lip.

  “I thought you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” he teased, letting go of her hair. “Stay,” he commanded, the
n moved to stand.

  Her gaze stayed on him as he moved to the chair, picking up a long leash and turning back to her. Instinct made her tuck her chin down, as though that would stop him from clipping the leash to her collar. Half an inch of water sat in the bottom of the bowl, but he pushed it aside with his foot instead of picking it up.

  Bending over at his waist, he picked up the metal ring positioned in the front of her collar and snapped the leash in place. A little tug had her stumbling forward to her hands.

  “Sit, Sandy,” he commanded, and she tucked her knees beneath her again. A soft click sounded, and a pretzel appeared at her mouth. “Good girl,” he said. She took the pretzel and chewed, glancing up at him. A pleased smile pulled on his lips, releasing the pressure valve in her chest.

  “Beg, Sandy.” He held up another pretzel, this time slightly out of reach. “Be a good puppy and beg.” Her pussy clenched at this command. If he would just touch her, fill her cunt with his fingers, he’d see how much she was already begging for him.

  She swallowed hard, staring at the twisted treat. Deciding his smile was worth the momentarily lapse of dignity, she knelt up and bent her hands at the wrists. When the pretzel didn’t come closer, she threw in a drawn-out, low whine. And not only for his benefit. A blanket of warmth wrapped around her with each new dictate, each new chance to obey his command. A hot hunger brewed within her, and to feed it, she would whine, she would crawl, she would obey.

  James chuckled. He pressed something in his left hand that made a soft clicking sound, then the pretzel came within reach. “Good, Sandy!” he cheered, giving her the treat. She chewed the salty, dry bit and swallowed.

  “Down, Sandy, down.” He pointed to the floor. She’d had dogs growing up, and she knew this command. The clicker made sense too. He was training her to be his good puppy. He was also training her pussy to react to his commands.

  “Sandy!” He tapped her nose with his finger, then pointed to the floor again. “I said, down.”

  She put her hands on the floor and maneuvered her body until her knees were touching her chest and her chin was pressed to the platform. To add a bit of flair, she wiggled her ass to get the tail moving.

  “Good, Sandy. Such a good girl.” James laughed and clicked the button. He knelt before her and ran his hands over her head, petting her like the good pup she’d become. “Such a good girl.” He presented her with another pretzel, and she took it.

  James moved to his feet.

  “Okay, let’s take a walk.” He stepped in front of her, and she stayed in position until he pulled on the leash to get her going. On hands and knees, she crawled forward to meet up with him. When he reached the end of the platform, he hopped down and put out his hand to stop her.

  “I can do it,” she said, raising her gaze to his. He lifted his brow. “I can,” she whispered.

  He gave a curt nod and moved to the side. Moving one hand then the other from the platform to the floor, she hand-crawled a bit more, then brought one knee, then the other. When she was on the solid floor, she chanced a glance up at him.

  Pride.

  He grinned with pride at her.

  “Very good.” He scratched behind her ear, and her heart fluttered again. If this session didn’t end soon, she’d end up a big mess on the floor at his feet.

  There wasn’t time to bask in his pleasure. He was on the move again, and she didn’t wait for the leash to tug on her this time. Keeping up with him was more difficult than she’d imagined. He didn’t give her any mercy with his speed, walking normally around the round platform, passing by the onlookers who moved out of the way for them as he walked his little pet.

  “Sit.” He pulled her leash back, the leather cutting into her throat. She moved her ass to her heels, spreading them enough to make room for the tail.

  “Stay.” He pointed at her, then dropped the leash to the ground in front of her. She chewed her lip while he stepped up on the platform and gathered the items he wasn’t using anymore, pocketing something.

  The DM who had been watching from nearby stepped forward, and they spoke briefly. James handed over the items, and the DM nodded. Once the area was cleaned of their stuff, James hopped to the edge of the platform and sat down.

  His boots hit the floor right in front of her.

  “Leash.” He opened his palm in front of her face.

  She tried to pick up the leash, but the furry paws didn’t allow her to grip anything. He snapped his fingers.

  “Don’t make me ask again,” he warned.

  Staring at the leather strip, she had only one way to do this. Leaning forward, she gathered the strip between her teeth and lifted it. Crawling closer to him, she dropped the leash in his palm.

  “Good girl!” He chuckled and rubbed his hand over her hair again. “We can roll again,” he informed her. “But until we start the second roll, I’m keeping you as my pet. Understood?” He ran his finger down the length of her nose.

  “Yes.”

  “First,” he stroked her cheek again, “did being my pet work okay for you?”

  “Better than I thought it would,” she said honestly. “I didn’t realize play outside of spanking and stuff like that could be so arousing.”

  He grinned.

  “Oh, there are a lot of things to play with besides spanking,” he promised her. Would he ever want to show her those things when he wasn’t forced into a pairing with her?

  “What did you do with all the stuff?” She leaned to the side to see the original bench being brought back up onto the platform.

  “I asked him to put it to the side for me. Right now, I’m taking you to the wheel so we can spin again. Another couple may need this space.” He got up to his feet. “Let’s go.” He tugged on the leash, and she quickly crawled in step with him.

  A second spin. Hopefully, it was something easy—something she knew she could handle for him.

  Chapter 8

  James

  Madison greeted him with a grin as James brought his little pet up to the wheel for their second spin of the night.

  “Ready to go again?” She held up the little white ball that would give them their next play.

  “She’ll spin.” James reached down to where Sandra knelt and looped his finger through her collar, bringing her up to her feet.

  Sandra rolled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Her steady stance and solid gaze spoke to her determination, either to make him happy with her behavior or prove to herself she could be the submissive she yearned to be.

  Sandra was far from the first new sub James had played with, but she had a quality to her the others hadn’t. She genuinely wanted his pleasure—wanted to find her own joy by submitting to him. Every other submissive he’d played with had been out to find their own glory. They used him as a prop to find it, playing at the idea that if they obeyed his commands and submitted to his dominance, they were being submissive. He’d been a means to an end for them—the vibrator that brought the orgasms.

  Tonight was different. Sandra was a bit uncertain of herself, sure—she was new to all this… at least most of it—but her desire to submit to him was genuine. She didn’t come with a pre-made playbook. Even Judy had always had some secret script in her mind he never had access to.

  “Take the ball.” James dropped his grip on her collar and moved out of the way, still holding the end of her leash. Pet play might be off the table now, but she was staying in that collar, and he wouldn’t be giving up the leash anytime soon. Her pupils had dilated when he’d hooked the leash to her. How wet was her sweet pussy now that he’d walked her through the club on it?

  His cock twitched again, and he had to shift it in his jeans to keep from breaking the damn zipper. He could have easily shoved his cock into her mouth while he had her on all fours—and fuck did he want to—but he held back. Watching her obey, watching her keep up with the commands and accept everything he offered her, had driven his arousal. They had time, though. Seeing her grow into her confidence w
as enough for now.

  But soon. So soon, he’d have his cock between her full lips, driving across her hot, wet tongue and down her throat.

  He groaned. He had to stop thinking about it or he’d ruin his damn jeans.

  “Pain play!” Madison’s announcement pulled him from the pornographic images playing in his mind.

  Sandra gasped and turned fearful green eyes up at him. He slipped his hand around her furry paw and gave her a little squeeze. A small transfer of strength.

  “Hard limit?” he asked her.

  She gave a short shake of her head. “No.”

  “Me either.” He grinned. Pain play wasn’t even close to making it to a limits list for him.

  “Okay, then. Off you go!” Madison took the ball from the wheel and gestured for another couple to come forward for their spin.

  James wrapped the leash around his hand several times until he had the appropriate length. “Let’s go.” He walked her off stage and out of the theater room.

  “Is pet play done?” she asked.

  He stopped and turned to her, pulling her closer to him and glaring down at her.

  “It is. But that doesn’t mean you’re done being my little pet.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “My bag is in my locker. We’re going to get it and then we’re going to find a spot where I can tie you down.” Images flashed through his mind.

  Her delicate throat worked against the strain of the collar as she gulped, but the movement of her pupils assured him he was headed in the right direction.

  “Tie me down?” No quiver to her voice. Another good sign.

  “I wouldn’t want you to get away from me while I’m playing.” He winked, then began walking again before she could question him any further.

  By the time they arrived at the lockers, he worked out exactly what tools he would use. Not wanting to waste time digging around in the bag at the locker, he grabbed it and slammed the door shut. He gave her a cursory glance before pulling on her collar again to get her to walk.