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

by Livia Grant

  A deep, throbbing bass driven song played in the background as he began to slowly finger fuck her pussy while using the Hitachi. He was standing by her bound legs, and couldn’t resist giving her calf a quick bite. Butterfly pressed her lips together with a look of determination, trying to appear unaffected when her pussy was all but sucking on his finger like her mouth wanted to. Her tight lower abdominals quivered, as did her thighs, and he removed the wand, leaving only his finger inside of her.

  “Nooo,” she gave a broken whimper, probably only loud enough for him to hear.

  That was all the encouragement he needed to repeat the cycle, ramping her up higher every time until he could barely graze her clit with the wand. She began to beg, softly at first, then harder until she was pleading with him to let her come. Now that he had her exactly where he wanted her, he could move to the next part of his plan, one he would completely enjoy.

  Giving her sweet little tortured pussy a quick slap that had her gasping and moaning, he went to his bag and got out his safety scissors, cutting the bonds on her legs but leaving the tape holding her pussy lips back.

  “Please!” She grasped his forearm, her little nails biting into his skin. “You’ve edged me six times, please, I need to come so bad.”

  The sadist inside of him loved smiling gently down at her and saying, “No. You have five minutes to go.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, but she was practically climbing him now that her legs were free. “Please, Master Soren, please, I need to cum so bad. My pussy is throbbing, aching. It’s so swollen it hurts. Please.”

  Kissing her small, upturned face he stroked her back as he praised her, “You’re doing so good, Butterfly. Hold on just a little more and I promise you it will be worth it. Trust me.”

  Her lower lip quivered and tears leaked down her cheeks, but she nodded.

  Freeing his dick from his tight pants was almost an orgasmic experience, the large, dark brown shaft with its pink tip jerking the moment he freed it. He was big enough that gravity pulled the heavy tip down, but he was harder than he’d ever been in his life. When Butterfly wrapped her small hand around him, he looked positively massive and worried again if she could take him. He’d managed to get three fingers in her at one point, and that had been a stretch.

  “Oh my God,” Butterfly said as she took him in, her eyes wide. “I can’t wait for you to pound me into the ground with that beast.”

  He blinked, surprised by her response. While he wasn’t freakishly big, he was almost as thick as a beer can. And she was so petite. Most women her size would have been at least a little bit apprehensive. But not Butterfly. She was staring at his cock like it was the best thing ever. The way she was watching him was so hot he almost came while sheathing himself with a condom.

  Sweeping her up into his arms, he turned so that he was sitting on the table, the equipment groaning beneath his weight.

  Holding Butterfly on his lap, he positioned her so her back was to his chest. She fit perfectly on his lap, but when she tried to grab at his cock he stopped her. Instead, he took her legs and had her hold them up to her chest, once again exposing her pussy to the crowd. With her head leaning back on him he was able to nibble on her ear while he took his cock from between them and shifted so it was between her legs, pressing against her pussy.

  “Yes,” she chanted. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “You like that?” he used his free hand to collar her throat, feeling her groan vibrate against his palm. “You like the feeling of my cock on that hot, wet pussy? Fuck, you feel so good Butterfly. And your clit is so hard, it feels like a little pearl rubbing over my dick.”

  With that he began to slap and jerk his cock against her splayed cunt, the cheering of the crowd driving him on as Butterfly begged and sobbed on his lap, her sweet pleas for release going right to his balls.

  Her juices lubed up his shaft as he rubbed it against her, rocking his hips up and down so he was grinding against her clit. Butterfly was shaking against him, the floral scent of her hair filling him as he cradled her. He placed the head of his dick at her entrance and pressed just the crest in. She grunted and he allowed her to push down far enough so the fat head breached her entrance after some resistance. Holding still, he felt her ripple and shake, her cunt squeezing his dick so tight it hurt in the best way possible.

  “Come,” he ordered as he slapped her cunt, and she did just that.

  Her scream echoed in the room as she released her legs and arched her back, sinking down a few more inches, her spasming pussy threatening to pull the cum right out of him. Gritting his teeth, he held back, letting her grab onto his arms and rake her nails down his skin, the burn only adding to his own fire. Giving her another few inches, he pulled out, then back in, wanting to be buried to the hilt when he finally got his release.

  Except Butterfly had gone quiet and limp in his arms.

  Frozen with sudden fear, he said, “Butterfly? Honey? You okay?”

  When she didn’t respond panic hit him and he quickly pulled out, turning the unconscious woman in his arms. His whole world seemed to implode as he worried for a second that he’d somehow killed her. Except no, thank God, she was still breathing.

  “DM!” he shouted.

  One of the Dungeon Monitors was already moving to the platform and the concerned crowd gathered closer before a woman shouted out, “It’s okay! She’s fine. Butterfly passes out at the sight of blood.”

  A woman in her forties with a hell of a body, wearing a long red latex dress, pushed her way up to the edge of the stage. “I’m her friend, I know Butterfly outside of the club. She passes out at the sight of blood. The couple next to you was doing knife play, something Butterfly likes. I didn’t notice the other Dom had drawn blood until it was too late.”

  Looking at the fragile woman in his arms, she seemed so much smaller right now, he gave her cheek a gentle pat. “Butterfly? You okay?”

  Brielle, still wearing her DM t-shirt, gestured to him. “Soren, why don’t you come with me. We’ll take you to a quiet room where we have a warming blanket and some cookies waiting. We’ll have one of our staff check her over, just to be sure. If she’s feeling okay, and she’s cleared medically, we’ll take you back up for your second spin when you’re ready. Might want to tuck yourself away before you stand up.”

  Shifting Butterfly in his hold, he stripped off the empty condom and tossed it in his bag before he did just that. He then stood with Butterfly in his arms and said to the crowd, “She’s going to be fine, she faints at the sight of blood. We’re going to go give her some TLC and hopefully be back for another spin of the wheel.”

  The woman in the long red latex dress followed them to one of the curtained recovery rooms. Inside was a small space with a sofa and a table set with cookies and bottled water. A thick blue blanket lay on the back of the couch, and as he sat he grabbed it with one hand then tucked it around Butterfly. As soon as he’d gotten her covered, a man in his late twenties wearing a DM T-shirt came in, his smile friendly.

  “Hi, I’m Dave. I’m a firefighter and an EMT. I hear your submissive passed out?”

  “She faints at the sight of blood,” the woman in red said quickly. “They were doing knife play on the next platform over. I didn’t say anything because for most of the scene she was strapped to the table, facing away from them. But when Master Soren moved her, she had a direct view of the other couple and I didn’t notice until too late. I’m so sorry. She’s going to be mortified when she wakes up.”

  “Let’s see if we can’t rouse her.” Pulling a little vial out of his pocket, Dave uncapped it and waved it below Butterfly’s nose.

  Chapter 3

  Butterfly

  An awful smell woke her like a bucket of ice water and Butterfly tried to swat whatever held the offending smell away from her nose.

  Except she couldn’t move her arms.

  Forcing her eyes open, she found herself snuggled against a bare, extremely muscled, large, hairy chest covered in br
own leather straps.

  It only took her a second for her frazzled mind to catch up and she looked up at a very worried looking Master Soren.

  “Hey, Butterfly,” he said in his deep, rumbly voice. “How are you feeling?”

  “You passed out,” came Ashleigh’s familiar voice somewhere to her left. “I think you saw the couple doing knife play near you.”

  Her stomach lurched as she recalled the sight of a bloody rose dripping down the other woman’s tanned skin.

  “Don’t remind me,” she moaned.

  Shifting her in his grip so she was sitting up a little more, but still cradled by his body, Soren said in a soft voice, “You scared me back there. I thought I broke you.”

  Fighting to get her arm free from the blanket, she reached up and gave his bearded cheek a pat. “Don’t worry, big boy, you didn’t hurt me. In fact, I loooovvveeed it. You’re so deliciously mean.”

  Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her forehead then hugged her so tight she squeaked. “I’d never heard anyone dying from an orgasm before, but you were coming harder than I’ve ever seen.”

  “Oh yeah…” Wiggling out of the blanket, she gave Soren’s shoulder a smack. “That’s for the orgasm denial, you evil man!”

  He burst out laughing and cuddled her close, his grip surprisingly gently despite his size and strength. “You loved it.”

  Pushing back, she snorted. “Whatever. How long was I out? Were we disqualified?”

  Turning a little, she found a worried looking Ashleigh and an unfamiliar but good-looking man who gave her a kind smile. “I’m Dave, the medical help on duty. If you can eat a couple cookies and drink some water, I’m sure we can get you back in time for your second spin.”

  “Deal,” she said, leaning forward to grab a cookie as she sat on Soren’s lap. Stuffing two down as fast as she could, she then chugged a bottle of water and hopped up. “Let’s do this.”

  “By the way,” Ashleigh said to a bemused looking Soren while the EMT checked her over. “Butterfly is superhuman. She has more energy than a pack of toddlers and is peppy and perky all day long.”

  Soren still looked kind of worried, so Tori put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. “Come on, Master Soren, time to put your game face on. I promise, you didn’t break me. In fact, I loved it.” The shiver she gave wasn’t pretend as she bit her lower lip. “That orgasm at the end was… I want more. And if I don’t get to come on your cock at least once more I will die of disappointment.”

  “Are you sure you’re feeling up to it? I don’t want you to feel any pressure that you have to do anything.”

  “Awww!” She patted his bearded cheek. “You’re so sweet, but really, I’m fine. And I want more.”

  He lifted her off the floor and gave her a kiss that had her toes curling. “Then more you shall have. Let’s go spin that wheel.”

  “I can walk, you know,” she said as she rested her head against his chest, petting the furry mass of his pectoral muscle.

  “But then I would die of disappointment, because having you in my arms is becoming one of my favorite things on Earth.”

  Blushing, she ducked her head a little as his words hit her harder than he probably intended. “Awww, you Charmer.”

  “It’s the truth.” He growled at a couple of men talking and blocking their path. “Move, please.”

  The men moved aside as Soren’s deep voice echoed in the hallway like a cannon.

  A few people glanced their way as they walked through the main play area, heading back to the roulette table in the theater.

  She fixed her pigtails as they walked, loving the attention that they got because of their size difference. She couldn’t have picked a better partner if she tried, and not only was Soren lumberjack hot and sweet, he was an amazing Dom. The way he’d watched her, remembered what she’d liked and somehow knew her hot buttons was incredible. When he’d pulled out the tape and spread her open for everyone to see she’d been both mortified and turned on out of her mind. He may have thought he denied her orgasms, but the almost orgasms he’d given her had been a delicious, if painful, pleasure that bordered on exquisite. Not something she’d do every day, but boy did that make for one hot scene.

  When they reached the stage in the theater for their next spin Soren put her on her feet and Madison, the MC, came over without her microphone wearing a concerned look. “Everything okay out there? Heard someone passed out?”

  “It was me,” Butterfly admitted while raising her hand with a guilty look. “I saw the couple next to us doing a really hot scene, then when I looked back during my orgasm and saw the blood dripping down her body I somehow managed to both come and pass out. I put down blood play as one of my no way vetoes on my application. I guess I should have been more specific and said that I can’t see any drippy blood. I mean if you have a small cut or whatever I can maintain, but if you’re dripping? Ugh, I’m a goner. But I’m good to go now.”

  Her skin prickled and she bounced on her toes, the familiar energy that was always roaring through her body demanding an outlet.

  “Are you sure?” Madison asked with a kind smile. “We’ll still give you the one month free if you have to drop out for medical reasons.”

  “I’m fine,” Butterfly said, tempted to do a standing backspring to show Madison that she was indeed okay. “Seriously, people. I’m good to go.”

  “You sure are… energetic for someone who just fainted,” Madison laughed.

  Ashleigh, who was standing near the stage, spoke up and said, “Butterfly hardly ever eats sugar. She’s one of those sick, naturally-loves-healthy-food people. But she just ate a couple cookies under the EMT’s orders so she’ll be bouncing off the walls for a bit.”

  She wanted to protest, but it was true. The sugar was hitting her system like sweet speed and she bounced on her toes as she stared at the wheel and wondered what would come next. So far she’d only been through the first round of three, and she couldn’t imagine what the rest would be like. Hopefully, she got more of Soren’s delicious monster dick. During their first spin she’d only gotten a tease of it, and she wanted the whole thing.

  Madison nodded. “Okay, if you’ve received the all-clear from Dave, and you’d still like to participate, good luck!”

  Madison walked them the rest of the way across the stage, and Soren approached the wheel with Butterfly. They exchanged a grin as Madison handed her the marble and gave the wheel a hard spin. Anticipation added a pleasant thrill to her arousal, her skin practically prickling with sparks as Soren brushed his hand over her shoulder.

  “What do you hope it will be?” he asked in a low voice as they stood by the wheel.

  “Honestly,” she said as she smiled up at him. “I don’t care because I have a feeling whatever we end up with, you’re going to make it good.”

  He reached down, his massive hand cupping her face as he smiled behind his beard. “That I will.”

  Grinning at him, she dropped the ball, the slots still whirling rapidly as the wheel spun round. The noise was loud enough to draw the attention of the couples in the theater as it finally began to slow down. She bounced on her toes with anticipation as the ball settled and the wheel slowed.

  Revealing a red slot that said Switch.

  She stared at it for a moment, then clapped and cackled, doing a little happy dance as she said, “Please, please, please tell me Switch isn’t one of your no nos.”

  Soren, looking a little stunned, still stared at the wheel as he shook his head. “Nope, that wasn’t one of my hard limits.”

  She jumped up and down, clapping her hands with glee while the group in the theater cheered as well.

  Looking bemused, he stood before her, a monster of a man, all hers to play with. “And what do you plan on doing with me, little Mistress?”

  Still smiling, she looked away and asked the grinning DM, “Where’s Dominic?”

  A few minutes later, Butterfly was on her way back out to the main play area, but wi
th an entirely different attitude now.

  Well, kind of.

  Dominic, the head of costumes for the club and a freaking genius, had transformed her into Harley Quinn in record time. Oddly enough, he had an amazing amount of Harley Quinn costumes on hand. Her pigtails, now blue and red, swished on either side of her head, and she was rocking a pair of booty shorts with ‘Spoiled’ written on the butt and a ‘Daddy’s Little Monster’ t-shirt that was artfully ripped to show her midriff. Instead of Harley Quinn’s trademark sledgehammer, Dominic had somehow managed to find a red and blue paddle that matched the whole comic book vibe.

  Yet, as much of a genius as he was, even Dominic was limited in the costumes he could offer Soren.

  That didn’t matter, because she intended to have him naked and spread for the duration of her turn as Mistress.

  It’s not every day a girl got her very own beast to play with. Yes, she was submissive, but she had to admit it was fun to play the Top now and again. Especially when she owed a certain man payback for the orgasm torture he’d put her through.

  Big time.

  She skipped through the play area with the bag of toys she’d borrowed from Ashleigh. Better to have too many toys than not enough was her motto. People turned to watch her and she heard the name Harley Quinn being whispered as she passed.

  A crowd was already gathered around Soren, and he was right where the DM had promised to put him. Spread out on the Widows Web, a system of chains and restraints shaped like a spiderweb and drilled into the wall to the right of the stage. Soren was standing with his arms spread and bound slightly above, at a comfortable distance. She didn’t want to hurt him, at least not like that.

  Other than his leather pants, the only thing he wore was a black leather mask like the one the Lone Ranger used to wear. Of every costume Dominic had, it was the only thing ‘villain-like’ that would fit Soren’s big frame. One of the club members held out his hand in a gentlemanly gesture, helping her up the two steps to the small platform against the wall. The crowd cheered for another couple nearby, but she ignored everyone and everything except for the big, giant, sexy man literally chained up for her pleasure.