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

by Livia Grant

  “These other buttons and dials control the attachments. You know, vibration, thrust, angle, shit like that. One thing, though: if you’re using the orb or one of the other flattop attachments, for the love of God be careful, please. If you try and adjust the angle on those too far it’ll trigger the safety cutoff, and that’s gonna be a real lady-boner-killer if it shuts things down right before she comes.” He gave Davis a knowing smile.

  Kneeling to the base of the unit, Dave opened a slide-out drawer. “All of the accessories are in here. One half’s got all the attachments”—he motioned to the various rubber phallic shapes, along with a few Davis hadn’t seen before—“and the other half has the seatbelt to strap her in place, the front T bar if you want it and some cuffs that can come in handy.” He slid the drawer closed, then stood to face Davis.

  “Check it out, though”—Dave leaned in toward Davis conspiratorially—"just between you and me, dude, having her hold onto your arms or shoulders while you’re getting her to the good stuff can be a real fucking power trip.” He glanced between Jess and Davis, his smile growing wider. “Trust me.”

  “Duly noted.”

  Dave laughed, then handed over the controller. “I think that pretty much covers it. Any questions?”

  “Not that I can think of. Seems pretty straightforward.”

  “You, Miss?”

  For the first time since they’d left the theater, Jess spoke. “No.”

  “All right, then. If you come up with anything later, just let me know. I’ll be floating around here”—Dave circled his finger in the direction of the room—“if you need me.”

  “Thanks,” Davis said, turning the small controller over in his hand. Once the DM was gone, he reattached the box to the back of the Sybian, then moved to stand in front of the Jess.

  She looked up at him, waiting.

  Davis simply stared back.

  She blinked. “Okay, listen,” she said, a tinge of exasperation in her tone, “you said we needed to chat, so if nothing else at least do that, because if we just stand here staring at each other they’re going to disqualify us.”

  “I didn’t realize we were going to have”—he motioned to the people circling the platform—“quite the audience.”

  “New at this, are you?”

  The words had barely left her mouth before Davis had her chin in a firm grip, thumb pressing in to hold her in place. “Careful.”

  Her eyes flared, jaw clenching as she bit back what Davis suspected was going to be something sarcastic. Instead, she opted for, “Sorry,” followed a half second later by, “sir.”

  “You don’t have a very high opinion of me, do you?”

  “I know literally nothing about you, so pretty hard to form an opinion other than right now you don’t seem to give a fuck whether we win or lose.”

  “You’re very perceptive because I don’t. I have other motives tonight.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Other motives?”

  “Yes.” Davis let go of her chin. “But as I said, we have a crowd, so that’ll have to be a discussion for later. Right now…”

  He let his eyes drift down the length of her. Earlier he’d dismissed her because she wasn’t his type, but as he took her in now, he had to admit she was incredibly attractive. Lush brown hair in gentle waves that kissed her shoulders, a full figure that wasn’t the rail-thin, bordering-on-anorexic look that seemed to dominate the L.A. crowd here this evening. He took in the exposed length of her legs beneath the hem of her dress down to her simple black shoes before his eyes traveled back up to hers.

  She may not be his type, but she was still goddamn sexy as hell.

  “Ever been fucked on a Sybian before?”

  “Yes,” she said simply, and before Davis could continue, she was gripping the fabric of her dress and pulling upwards.

  He shot out his hand. “What are you doing?” Davis asked in a low, flat tone.

  She struggled against his grasp, sighing. “Listen, Mister Davis, we rolled Sybian orgasm torture. That means you have to pick an attachment for the Sybian, and then I need to take this off”—she gave another tug at the dress—“and put that attachment inside me.” She forced a smile, making little attempt to hide her sarcasm. “It’s really pretty simple, actually.”

  Davis pulled her wrist down until finally she gave up and let both arms fall flat to her sides. When he was satisfied she wasn’t going to move, he leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.

  “Okay, Miss Jess,” he whispered firmly. “I’m not sure if you understand the whole dominant-submissive dynamic, or if you’re just a fucking brat, but either way, I want you to listen to me very closely. For the next three hours I will tell you what to do, and when to do it, and you will obey, am I clear? You will ask for permission before you make any move, and that includes undressing yourself, touching yourself, touching me, or moving half a fucking inch without my say so. Now, if you can’t abide by that, I understand, and you can say red right now and we’ll call this entire evening off. Or”—he pulled his head back so he could stare into her eyes—“you can be a good girl and do as you’re told. Your call.”

  Jess’s mouth was a thin, tight line, but her pupils were blown.

  “So?” Davis caught the tremor she tried to suppress.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered. And for the first time this evening, the word ‘sir’ didn’t seem laced with disdain.

  “Good girl.” Davis stepped to the Sybian, and knelt, pulling open the lower drawer. “Okay, I want you to remove your shoes and your underwear. Place the shoes under the chair, the panties folded neatly on the seat.” Davis didn’t look up from where he scanned the array of accessories, and for a moment there was only silence behind him. Eventually he heard movement that let him know she’d chosen to comply.

  He selected the ball-shaped attachment the DM had called an orb, and then a single phallus, the largest of several provided. Examining them both, it was clear the orb was intended to be positioned against her clit to vibrate and stimulate it. The phallus was… a dick. A big silicone dick that like the other attachment had a quick disconnect fitting mounted at the base to make swapping them out easy. As for the seatbelt, the T bar, and the cuffs—Davis decided to heed the DM’s suggestion, leaving them all in the drawer. He wanted to feel Jess’s hands gripping him, and if she tried not to… well, that was a challenge for Davis to overcome.

  He stood up with the two accessories and toed the drawer closed. When he turned, Jess was standing by the chair, dress down in place, shoes and underwear placed neatly as instructed.

  He gave her a warm smile, then stepped toward the machine. After staring at it for a moment, he pocketed the dildo and carefully fit the orb into place. It snapped home with a click, then Davis moved to the rear of the machine and unclipped the controller. Turning, he looked back to find Jess standing with her fingers clenched, eyes dancing from the Sybian, to the accessory, to him.

  Davis pressed two buttons on the controller and a slight whirring noise began. The center beam lowered until it was at the height Davis wanted.

  “Come here.” He motioned to the machine, and when she hesitated, he added in a low tone, “Now.”

  She stared at the Sybian for a second longer before stepping next to him. As she glanced up into his face, Davis saw much of the earlier frustration and condescension had disappeared.

  Before she could move to straddle the seat, Davis reached and took the hem of her dress in his hands. She stood still as he slowly raised the fabric until it slipped past the upper curve of her hips, exposing her to the warm air of the club. There was a murmur of appreciation from the crowd, and Davis could understand why. Her pussy was cleanly shaven, a trace of arousal making her swollen labia glisten. He resisted the temptation to shove his fingers between those pouty little lips and then into her mouth or his. She might have resisted him so far this evening but putting her on display right now revealed something he’d done—or was about to do—clearly had her worked up. As the
gentle upper curve of her ass came into view, Davis stopped to admire what the crowd obviously was.

  Shit. She was hot. No, scratch that, she was really fucking hot, and he was finding his opinion of what constituted his type changing.

  “Take ahold of your dress,” he commanded.

  She nodded and brought her hands up to take the fabric. When she had a grip on the hem, Davis moved his hands under her arms, and lifted her smoothly. She gave a sharp gasp as he swung her over the cushion and settled her into place just behind the orb. Swaying, she reached instinctively to balance herself, gripping his shoulder.

  “Perfect.”

  She turned to face him, more of her earlier attitude fading as she sat staring at him.

  “Okay,” Davis said quietly, “Slide that cute little ass of yours forward until your pussy’s up against the ball.”

  Looking down, she scooched herself forward until the orb nestled between her legs, resting against her sex.

  “Good girl.” Davis reached and gripped her chin, turning her face back to his. “So, tell me, Miss Jess, are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir,” she answered softly, and this time there was a tremor of anticipation in her tone.

  “Good. Remember earlier when I said I’ll tell you what to do, and when to do it?”

  She nodded.

  Davis tightened his fingers. “Well, I’m telling you right now, Miss Jess, that you are not allowed to come. You may beg, you may cry, you may plead, you may scream, but… You. Will. Not. Come.” He gave her chin a gentle tug. “Think you can do that?”

  She grinned back at him. “I think I can handle not coming, sir.”

  Davis chuckled. “Good girl. Very bold. I like that.”

  Taking his time, he leaned in slowly until his lips brushed her ear.

  “Because I am going to do everything I can to make sure you do.”

  Chapter 6

  Jessica

  Fuck.

  Jess had no idea how much time had passed. She’d ridden a Sybian twice before, but both times it’d been a floor model, and she’d knelt over it, and the dildo inside her had simply vibrated her to orgasm. There’d been nothing like this damn little ball rubbing against her clit with a constant brrrr that had her as fucking wet as she’d ever been in her life, and the smirking bastard just standing there toying with the speed control back and forth like he was some goddamn conductor at a concert where her engorged, aroused clit was the star performer and if he kept this up…

  She bore down on the wave of pleasure that rippled up her spine once more as he slowly ramped the speed up. Motherfucker. Eyes closed tightly she rode it out, glancing in his direction only when it was clear she’d made it past the crest she so easily could have fallen over if she’d let it.

  God, he looked so damn pleased with himself.

  Not that he didn’t have cause. Jess had been playing for years. She’d had plenty of partners, and she could say with confidence she was very experienced sexually.

  Davis—Mr. Davis—was proving himself her equal.

  At first, she’d wondered about him. The silence, the standing there while everyone else had moved off, the cryptic comments— ‘You and I need to have a little chat’ and ‘I have other motives tonight.’ He’d made her nervous and intrigued and… frustrated.

  She’d lied earlier when she’d said she didn’t have an opinion of him, because she had, it just wasn’t a very flattering one. But then he’d gripped her between thumb and forefinger and suddenly he was very much behaving the Dom, and the tone of his voice had put her in a much different headspace than she’d begun their evening with. Whatever his deal had been then, he’d switched gears on her now, and as the orb thrummed against her clit and her pussy slickened the seat beneath her, it was clear she’d misjudged him.

  He leaned in, his chest brushing her shoulder as he spoke softly into her ear. “How we doing, little girl? Yellow? Red?” His voice was a lover’s caress. “All you have to do is come, and I can shut this off, then take you over to the cooldown area and give you the aftercare you deserve.” He waited for her response, then chuckled lightly. “I’ll admit you’ve held up beautifully, but there’s no sense putting yourself through hell. You know you want to come. Everyone can see it, hear it, smell it.” He reached and gently ran a finger along the edge of her jaw, a gesture which might have sent her over the edge if his words hadn’t already put steel in her spine.

  As if I’d give you the satisfaction…

  “Besides,” he said softly, “we’re not even to the halfway mark. Do you really think you can hold out for the remainder of our time together?”

  Fuck. He couldn’t be serious. Halfway mark? Did he seriously intend on fucking her with the Sybian for three hours?

  No way. No, he had to be lying, trying to get inside her head, break her down and make her do the one thing he’d told her he would.

  Except Jess wasn’t going to let that happen.

  “I’m green, sir,” she said tightly, fighting any chance of a whimper or moan escaping her. “And if this is the best you’ve got, do me a favor and bring an espresso so I don’t fall asleep.”

  He leaned back and laughed—warm, from-the-gut laughter of pure delight.

  “Damn, you’re good, Miss Jess. Very, very good.” He brought a finger under her chin and tilted it up so her eyes met his. “I’m impressed.”

  She couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her. He may have been the most frustrating Dom she’d ever played with, but his tone right now revealed nothing but sincerity and respect, and she couldn’t deny the response it drew from her. Not that she intended to let him know it, but… still…

  “Is that all it takes…” He amped the vibration up another notch and she bore down hard, her words becoming almost inarticulate.

  Nice try.

  “…to impress you? You’re making this too easy for me, sir.” She turned her head to grin at him, suppressing another moan even as another tremor rippling through her. He might have seen it, but…

  No orgasm yet, champ.

  Davis chuckled. “I admire your stamina, but this isn’t over yet.”

  The vibration, which had ramped up a moment ago, now began to head the other direction.

  “And you’re right: I have been making this too easy on you. Now seems the perfect fucking time to do something about that, wouldn’t you say?”

  Shit.

  The crowd watching them murmured as the Sybian came to a stop. Davis moved behind her, crossing one arm just below her breasts as he gripped her other shoulder.

  “Okay, slide back slowly,” he said as he began to shift her gently on the cushion. “You might feel a little weak.”

  “I’m fine,” she said, forcing as much of the quiver out of her voice as she could. He was right. While she’d kept herself from falling over the precipice of several orgasms, the toll on her body to stop that from happening had made her weak. Again, not that she was going to let him know, but…

  You think he can’t tell? He’s clearly been keeping a close eye on you, and taken note of every look, every shiver, every gasp you’ve made. You seriously think he can’t tell you might be a little wobbly, Jess?

  Okay, point to him. However, despite him having brought her to the brink several times, he still hadn’t won. She was still in the game. She had an idea of what his next move was going to be, and though he wasn’t going to make this any easier on her, she could handle it, no matter how long he tried to draw this out. Fact was, the longer he kept this up, the less likely it was she’d be able to come. Whether he knew it or not, there was a point of diminishing returns, and while he wasn’t there yet…

  She could do this. Piece of cake.

  “Can you hold yourself here for a moment?”

  “Please. I’m fine. Take all the time you need.” She made her voice sound as blasé as she could, and for the effort received another chuckle.

  Moving back around to the side, he stopped to stare at the orb and Sybian cush
ion. Jess followed his gaze and saw why. The attachment glistened in the light of the room, a shimmering trail of wetness—unmistakable evidence of her arousal—tracing back from the base of the orb to where she now sat.

  “Someone enjoyed themself,” he said dryly, and Jess clenched her jaw, not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

  Dammit.

  But it was true. She had. It had taken effort not to give in and let him tease her over the edge of what had given every indication of being an incredible orgasm. And maybe if he hadn’t acted like such an arrogant prick, with the whole bullshit silent treatment and everything, she might have given in and let him take her there. But even the praise he’d given just a moment ago hadn’t earned him that yet. He’d made this a challenge, and Jess was determined she was going to win.

  She held his gaze until he pulled away and worked the orb loose, bending to set it on the Sybian’s base. When he stood up, he stopped, staring at the gloss smearing his fingers. He brought his hand between them, fingertips pressed together until he began to slowly spread them apart. The thin membrane of stickiness connecting them held together for a long second before finally breaking. Jess stared motionless, wondering if he was going to make her…

  He pulled his fingers close, and his tongue darted out, drawing her cream into his mouth. The cool darkness of his eyes flared like an ember blown upon and he groaned at the taste of her on his tongue, the first hint of his own arousal he’d given all night.

  Oh. So, the asshole does feel.

  Jess seized the moment, a feeling of victory layered with pleasure. Then both were gone, replaced with grim determination as he drew his index finger across his tongue a final time before giving her a smirking grin.