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

by Livia Grant

  Running his hands over her buttocks, his voice broke in a rather unmanly way as he asked, “You alive?”

  She didn’t respond, but did give him a thumbs up so he figured that was a good sign.

  Unbinding her legs, he began to rub them to make sure she still had circulation and she was utterly limp in his hands. Occasionally she’d make a happy sound as he massaged his way up her body. Rubbing her down was easy, his big hands covering a lot of terrain on her smooth, tanned skin. Leaning down, he kissed his bitemark on her shoulder and she gave a soft giggle.

  “Tickles.”

  From nearby came a woman’s voice yelling that she wanted her step-brother to fuck her in the ass. Butterfly looked up right away, her mouth dropping as the woman continued to beg to be fucked in the ass, and all kinds of fun things. He could see his girl was intrigued, but he had other plans.

  “Come on, Butterfly,” he said in a low voice as he picked her up into his arms. “Time for a long soak in a jacuzzi for you.”

  “Too bad I don’t have one,” she sighed and rested her cheek against his chest.

  “I do.” He cleared his throat and shifted his hold on her naked form a little. “Would you like to come back to my place?”

  Her pretty blue eyes lifted to his, filled with warmth and the promise of amazing things in his future as she said, “I’d love to.”

  THE END

  About the Author

  With over sixty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

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  First Kiss

  Second Touch

  Third Chance

  Fourth Embrace

  Forbidden

  A Black Light: Roulette Rematch Novella

  By

  Sinistre Ange

  Chapter 1

  Juliet

  “Damn, girl, your boobs look like they’re about to launch a thousand ships.” Brooke reached out and patted the top of Juliet’s cleavage, making the brown flesh wobble. Brooke had an obsession with Greek mythology, and Helen of Troy in particular. Juliet’s lips twitched, doing her best to hide her smile, as she batted her best friend’s hands away from the shelf her corset had made of her breasts.

  “I’m Juliet, not Helen,” she retorted. Though her boobs really did look pretty spectacular in this corset. They were firmly in place, but they looked barely contained, as if they could pop out at any moment like some kind of boob firework spectacular.

  “Oh, yeah, like that’s so much better.” Brooke grinned. “She started a war, too.”

  “No, she ended one,” Juliet stressed.

  “By dying. You’re not allowed to do that.”

  “I don’t plan to.” Juliet tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder and critically looked herself over in the mirror.

  Hair—waving around her face and gently curled at the ends.

  Makeup—flawless (it better be, that was her job after all).

  Boobs—epic.

  Outfit overall—damn fine.

  Heels—almost painfully impractical but looked amazing.

  She didn’t plan on running anywhere. Though she had heard about one scene from Black Light East’s Roulette night last year… Whatever. She wouldn’t be doing any running. Consensual non-consent was on her hard limits list, along with water sports, scat, and food play. Juliet didn’t like to get messy unless it also hurt in a good way. Wax, blood if there were sharp edges involved, those were worth a little mess.

  “I’m so jealous,” Brooke sighed, stepping behind Juliet in the mirror. She looked stunning, as always, with her braids crafted into an elaborate loopy structure atop her head and her curves packed into a sexy, bright-red dress that matched her lipstick. Since she was only going to be a spectator tonight, she hadn’t gone all out with her outfit the way Juliet had.

  “You could have signed up for Roulette, too,” Juliet reminded her. In fact, she’d tried to convince Brooke to do exactly that.

  “Nope. I’m a scaredy-cat with too many hard limits,” Brooke said, shaking her head. She grinned at Juliet in the mirror. “I can’t wait to see what happens to you, though.”

  “Such a voyeur,” Juliet teased, turning around and poking Brooke’s side.

  “Good thing you’re such an exhibitionist,” Brooke retorted, giggling and dancing away from Juliet’s tickling fingers. She tried to poke Juliet back, but the stiff fabric of the corset effectively acted as a shield. Brooke scowled. “That’s cheating.”

  “Yeah, well, I doubt it’ll stay on long once we get there.” Juliet glanced at the clock. “Speaking of, we gotta get going if we’re going to make it there on time.”

  Brooke’s gaze followed Juliet’s and she rolled her eyes.

  “We have an hour.”

  “And it takes half an hour to get there with no traffic. I am not going to be late. Didn’t you see Elijah storming around the club last weekend? That man is scary.” Juliet pretended to shiver. The truth was, she wouldn’t mind Elijah taking out some frustration on her butt—the man was hot—but she also hated disappointing people. Tardiness was one of her pet peeves. Brooke liked to be on time too, but she was a little more relaxed about it.

  “You just want to get there to scope out the Doms,” Brooke said, laughing as she sashayed away from the mirror, heading down the hall toward the front door of their unit. “Hoping for anyone in particular?”

  “Not really,” Juliet admitted. “Just… something exciting.”

  Something different.

  Juliet had been going to Black Light for almost two months with Brooke, and she still found herself yearning for more. She thought the Doms were careful because she was new to the club, but her last serious boyfriend had been super kinky, even if they’d never gone to a club.

  Hugh had introduced her to pain, pleasure, an
d her submission, and she’d been hooked. Ultimately, it hadn’t worked out between them, but the sex hadn’t been the problem. They’d seen their future differently—he’d wanted to go back east, live near his family, have kids, and live a quiet life. Juliet loved California, loved doing makeup for movies, and recently started moving into special effects makeup. There had been no advancement for her out east, and Hugh’s assumption she’d be happy as a stay-at-home mom had made her realize how different they were.

  She didn’t regret their breakup, but she still missed the connection they’d had. Not that she was looking for a replacement for Hugh exactly, but she wanted someone to play with who would push her boundaries instead of dabbling safely within them.

  Not that she expected to find that someone during Roulette, but it would be nice if she did. The month of free membership would be an added bonus, but mostly, she was hoping to meet a Dom who would push her. That’s what Roulette was all about. Even if she didn’t meet someone tonight, maybe someone in the audience would see how far she was willing to go and introduce themselves later.

  “Well, let’s hope you roll someone who will make you scream.” Brooke opened the front door and held it for Juliet.

  “Hell, yes.”

  Orlando

  Walking back into Black Light West after being away for almost half a year oddly felt like coming home. It even smelled the same.

  He did a doubletake when he walked into the theater.

  “Holy shit…” Apparently, they’d gone through some renovations while he was away. The theater seemed larger than ever, and it definitely had more seating room. He moved to the left so he didn’t block the door, standing at the back so he could get a good look at the place.

  “Hey, Orlando! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Grinning, Master Elliott walked up to Orlando, holding out his hand. Lisa, his girlfriend and submissive who was a pretty white girl with a fantastic ass, held his other hand. “What are you doing out west?”

  “This is actually home for me,” Orlando said, giving Elliott’s hand a quick shake. They’d met and chatted a few times at Black Light East when they’d been there at the same time, but they’d never really talked about themselves, only about what was going on in the club around them. “I was only in D.C. to do some consulting. Now that the job’s over, I’m back in L.A. Do you live out here?”

  “Just visiting.” Elliott wrapped his arm around Lisa’s shoulders, glancing down to give her a fond look. “We’re judges for this year’s Roulette. Got a free trip for Valentine’s Day.”

  Oh, that’s right. The couple had won last year’s hottest scene prize. Orlando felt like smacking himself in the head. He’d been so busy with work he’d completely fallen out of community gossip.

  “Are you participating or watching?” Lisa asked curiously, her eyes alight. She was snuggled into Elliott’s side, but it was clear from the anticipation on her face, she was looking forward to watching other couples tonight.

  “Participating. Does this mean I should try sucking up right now?” Orlando grinned, though his attention was distracted by two women walking into the theater. The bright red dress one of them was wearing caught his eye but didn’t keep it.

  The woman next to her was shorter, though just as curvy. Wearing an emerald green and black corset, a tight black skirt that looked like it would ride up to her hips when she bent over, and spiked high heels that accentuated her shapely legs, she was exactly the kind of submissive who was guaranteed to catch his eye.

  None of that was what captured his attention, though.

  No, what caught his attention was her face as she turned to look at her friend in red, laughing at something she’d said. Her long, black hair waved down to the middle of her back, shorter strands curling around her shoulders. She’d inherited her hair from her Korean mother, though he’d seen it cornrowed in the past too.

  “Orlando? Are you okay?” Master Elliott’s concerned voice interrupted the surge of frustrated arousal and apprehension that had completely distracted Orlando.

  “Yes,” he practically growled, then cleared his throat. “Excuse me. I see someone else I know, and… I need to speak with her.”

  “Of course. We’ll see you later.” Master Elliott winked, and Orlando forced himself to smile back. It felt strained, and no wonder.

  Two years and two months. An uncomfortable Christmas gathering that had convinced him he was better off spending the holidays with his father. Not that he and Juliet had gotten along before that, but that particular Christmas had been the last straw. He hadn’t seen Juliet since, which had been its own frustration, but well worth it. As far as he knew, she’d been just as happy with the arrangement. He didn’t think she knew he was a member at Black Light, but that begged the question of what the hell she was doing here.

  Scowling, jaw clenched, Orlando stalked after his stepsister.

  Chapter 2

  Juliet

  “Wow, oh wow… I can’t believe how much work they got done in such a short time,” Brooke said as they headed toward the stage. The room was still filling with people, but Juliet wanted to be right by the stage when everything got started. She was a bundle of nerves and anticipation.

  The very mystery of what might happen tonight—not knowing, so many possibilities open to her—was what was so exciting. Anything could happen.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” The deep, growling, all-too-familiar voice froze Juliet’s blood, stopping her in her tracks.

  It couldn’t be.

  She whirled around, reaching out to grab onto Brooke for balance when her heels tottered precariously.

  Piercing green eyes met hers, bright against Orlando’s dark skin. His hair was cut short, hugging the shape of his head, the same length as the stubble beard that wrapped around his jaw. He was wearing a suit with no tie, the green collared shirt unbuttoned at the top, the color enhancing his eyes and making them even more startling.

  Her stomach clenched, her breath stuttering in her chest. It was a visceral reaction, one she hadn’t been able to escape since she was eighteen and came home from college to meet her dad’s new girlfriend, Mona, and her son, Orlando. On paper, they should have hit it off immediately. Both black and mixed, although he was half white and she was half Asian, both children of divorces, both interested in working in Hollywood, and both happy to see their parents finally happy. Instead, they’d disliked each other on sight. Orlando had been too smooth, too sexy, and far too much in her opinion.

  At twenty-one, he’d been hot enough to make her tongue-tied and awkward. Now, at thirty-one, he’d aged like fine wine, somehow becoming even more potent.

  Or maybe it was just that she hadn’t seen him in two years, so everything was hitting her all at once. Heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered the reason they hadn’t seen each other in so long. Even now, the memory of her pure mortification made her want to sink into the floor.

  His gaze swept over her, lingering only for a moment on the epic display of cleavage, down to her toes, and back up. The almost dismissive quality of his inspection prodded her temper. Even though everyone else thought he was charming, charismatic, and a total catch, she’d never fall for it.

  Arrogant bastard.

  The anger helped untie her tongue, and she let go of Brooke, sassily planting one hand on her hip and jutting it out. She tossed a lock of hair back over her shoulder, thrusting her breasts out in front of her, and smirking when his gaze involuntarily dropped to them again. Yeah, try to resist the pull of that gravity, asshole. She knew damn well Orlando was a boob-guy.

  “I’m here for Roulette. What are you doing here?” Even as she asked the question, she realized she was surprised, not shocked, to find Orlando here. Though they lived about an hour away from each other, Black Light was right in the middle of them, and knowing him, it made complete sense. She’d always been relieved they hadn’t actually grown up together because he was so freaking bossy.

  Of course he was a Dom.

/>   Oh, shit.

  He was a Dom.

  Panic surged as he glared at her. Next to her, she felt Brooke shift uneasily. Yeah, Orlando was intimidating as hell, but Juliet was used to being intimidated by him. She pushed down the panic and waited, pretending she didn’t care he was at Black Light tonight. Inside, her mind was racing. He wasn’t wearing leathers, so he wasn’t playing. Probably. Right? Just there to watch, which was bad enough, but hopefully, he’d stay away from her scenes. He couldn’t possibly want to watch them. Could he?

  “I’m here for Roulette,” he said, repeating her answer. “Please tell me you’re not playing tonight.”

  “What’s wrong? Worried you might see your stepsister naked?” she taunted and heard Brooke suck in a breath beside her. Yup. She just went there. Brooke and Orlando had met years ago, so she’d known who he was, but she probably hadn’t expected Juliet to bring it up inside Black Light.

  Orlando stepped closer, looming over her, and Juliet tilted her head back, lifting her chin in defiance. Something fluttered low in her belly. Yeah, he was intimidating, always had been, but she wasn’t about to back down. If she let him push her around now, she’d never forgive herself.

  “You should be the one who’s worried.” His eyes flashed. “It’s your ass on the line.”

  The fluttering in her stomach dipped, but before she could respond, there was movement on the stage, and the sound system blared out with Mistress Madison’s voice.

  “Good evening and happy Valentine’s Day! Who’s ready to get started?”

  With another, almost mocking, grin, Orlando sauntered away… heading for the side of the stage where the Doms were gathering.