Black Light: Valentine Roulette (Black Light Series Book 3)

by Livia Grant

  “That’s a lie, little girl.”

  “No, sir.” Her head was muddled, mixed-up, but she knew herself. “I don’t want to be a person.”

  “You’re wrong. But if I have to force you to see it, if I have to break you down, use you, so you’ll listen to me, so you’ll admit you need a real connection – I’m happy to do it.” The pressure of the vibrator bordered on painful just before he pulled it away, and she actually gasped in relief, light-headed from the sudden absence of stimulation.

  Alexander was intense again, moving with clear purpose – and she envied his clarity.

  But he’d promised to use her.

  He pressed a button on the chair and the back started to drop. It clicked several times until finally locking in a position that had her flat, her head angled down over the top, tears reversing their paths to roll up her cheeks towards her temples. “You’re going to realize you need a Daddy before the end of the night, little one.”

  Sienna’s muscles were quaking, her mind had been tossed into a blender, and her emotions wrapped inside a hurricane. Everything was shaking as she watched Alexander take position just behind her, his hands plucking at the buckle of his belt. It left his slacks on a whisper, and she wanted the pain of it, wanted something to distract her from his words, but he dropped the shining leather to the floor. “Please, just stop,” she pleaded, and he crouched down so he was beside her head.

  “That’s not how you make this stop, little girl. Say the word if you really want me to stop, otherwise I’m about to fuck your throat and make you listen to me.” Alexander slid his hand under her jaw, angling her chin up until she let go and let her head hang over the back of the chair. “Last chance,” he growled as he stood slowly, but she stayed silent.

  The truth was that as his hand went back to the button and zipper on his slacks, she wanted him to use her – no matter what he thought that would bring about. His words had been like razorblades inside her, and this was the answer. This was absolution from his accusations, distraction from the impossible tension between her thighs. He thought this would be some kind of illuminating punishment, but it was just freedom from speaking.

  “Say the word, or open your mouth, little one.” Alexander pushed his boxers out of the way, stroking his cock and she stayed silent. Focusing all of her attention, her distress, on the hard shaft running between his fingers.

  Sienna wet her lips, tracing her tongue across them, and then she opened gratefully and he moved into her mouth. She moaned as he slid between her lips, and in this position he had a direct line to her throat, which he took full advantage of. On his next thrust he was testing her, seeing if she would panic, but she swallowed around him and he leaned forward to lay one hand gently across her neck. Drawing back, he pushed forward hard, slipping into the tight confines of her throat, and her air supply was instantly cut-off. Just like the water, but so much hotter. He held still, gripping her neck from the outside as she ignored the urge to fight.

  This was so much easier than talking.

  “You like it when I use you?” he asked as he pulled from her throat, allowing her the briefest of breaths through her nose before he slid forward again, beginning a rhythm that was merciless, bruising, and kept her on the dizzying edge of being breathless. “Do you like it when I take your throat like it’s mine, little girl?”

  Moaning her affirmation, she reveled in the way she nearly choked as he took what he wanted from her. Everything else fell away. Her own need, the chill of her skin, the too true words he’d spoken aloud – there was nothing but him, his cock deep in her throat, the warm, male taste of him on her tongue.

  “Does this make you happy? Having me fuck your face? Treating you like just another hole to use?” The words should have been comforting. It was the language she was used to, the stuff that the Doms at Overtime said as she knelt on the floor between their knees, or on the tile in the shower. But for some reason, it brought the tears back, and she gagged the next time he thrust deep and held still in her throat.

  Using her like a piece of meat. Like an object. Just like she wanted, right?

  Alexander had to focus, the tight grip of Sienna’s throat threatening to make him come too soon, but he had a reason behind this. A reason behind feeling the warm, wet, confines wrapped around his cock.

  Fuck. Think, Alexander.

  Opening his eyes only made things worse. Her beautiful body was laid out before him, breasts angled high from having her arms cuffed underneath her, nipples hard from the chill on her skin, her thighs spread wide, the pink lips of her pussy swollen and shining from her arousal.

  He wanted to taste her, wanted to fuck her, wanted to feel her come.

  “Dammit,” he growled and pulled himself free of her mouth, a thick strand of saliva connecting them for just a moment. What had he been saying?

  It was important.

  “Tell me what you want, little girl.” He fisted her hair, very aware that his cock was jutting out from his hips with an audience to stare, and she looked about as dazed as he did.

  “You, sir,” she whispered, hoarse from the hard throat fucking where he’d almost lost track of himself.

  “Then be honest. What does being used provide you? What does a Dom give you when he treats you like nothing more than an object?” The moment he finished speaking, he saw the tears in her eyes. That warm, brown gaze tinted with pain.

  “I can’t,” she groaned and closed her eyes to him.

  Alexander growled, tucking his very frustrated cock back into his boxers to force the seat back into the upright position. Turning on his most aggressive voice, he put his face right in front of hers. “Tell me.”

  Tears were rolling down her cheeks, a silent cry that tugged at him, but she was so close, so close to breaking. She just needed a little more.

  “Do you think that’s the only way for you to submit? To be some hole, some object, for their use?” He grabbed the sides of her face when she tried to turn away from him, and he was more than aware of the chill on her skin as she absorbed the heat of his palms. “I know you think that’s hot. I can see that you get turned on by it – but what happens when they’re done, little one? What happens when they’re done with you? When they leave?”

  “Nothing!” she shouted at him, and tried to twist out of his hands, but he held on.

  “Exactly. So, you want someone to use you? Treat you like you’re nothing? I can do that. A lot of Doms can do that,” he corrected, trying to pull himself out of the discussion so he didn’t box her in further. She was too tempting to claim, to make his. “But you deserve someone who is going to pick you up after, and remind you that you’re precious.”

  “STOP!” Sienna screamed, and it was loud enough that people beside the tank stood up, and he felt Garreth moving closer, but then she started crying hard and he had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling at the victory.

  This was what he’d been waiting for.

  “What is it, little one?”

  Pulling at the restraints holding her to the chair, she whined and turned away from him, and he let her. Releasing her to step back as she let out muttered curses between quiet sobs.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I don’t want to feel this!” she shouted, and he shrugged.

  “I know. It’s what you’ve been avoiding.” Alexander traced his fingertips down her arm, shifting to her ribs to continue down the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip, and then across her thigh. “Figured out what you actually want yet?”

  “I don’t know!” The torment on her face was stunning. A kind of pain that didn’t exist at the end of a belt, or a crop, or a whip. This was all mental – his favorite game to play.

  “Then tell me, do you want pick-up play for the rest of your life, or do you want something real? Something that’s going to last more than a single fuck over a bench?” He leaned closer, his eyes tracing the furrow between her brows, the way she pressed her lips together like she was swallowing wor
ds. She was thinking, but he was too. Remembering his last girl, the one who hadn’t been able to handle this side of him. The side that liked to push, to punish, to break. She’d wanted something real with him, but she’d wanted it with a sanitized version of who he was. A version of him that was only the softness, the sweetness, with none of the rough.

  And Sienna was the opposite.

  She fought the caring, the kindness, the gentle touches – and craved the abuse. The harsh words, the humiliating commands, the demand of submission. It had Alexander captivated. “Tell me what you want, little girl.”

  “I want something real,” she whined, collapsing back against the chair, and he slid his fingers between her thighs, stroking at the silken wetness that was still there.

  So wet.

  “You have to let someone in to have something real, Sienna.” It was difficult to focus with his balls aching, his mind so determined to have him buried between her sweet thighs that he was switching between looking at her body, and the plain, dark wall, just to retain his sanity. “Say it out loud, say what you want, little girl.”

  “I want someone to use me, I want someone to treat me like I’m nothing…” Those words seemed to be painful for her to speak, and he knew they were true, but the next phrase was far worse for her to say aloud. “And then I want them to take me home. I want them to want me around. I want them to ignore me so I can feel what it’s like to be wanted again!” She almost screamed the last words, breaking into a sob.

  It was perfect. She was perfect.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, and she parted her lips quickly, her tongue reaching for his hungrily, and he found himself moaning against her mouth as his fingers pushed in to tease her.

  Fuck, he wanted to be inside her, but he needed to get her ready. To build her back up so she was present.

  When he finally managed to pull back from the kiss, he knew he was breathing just as hard as her, her eyes dilated so wide that he almost couldn’t see where the black ended and the brown began. “What’s your favorite color?”

  “What?” she asked, a tone of shock in her voice, but he just laughed.

  “I’m so proud of you right now, so damn proud, but I still want to know about you, little one. Open up for me. What’s your favorite color?”

  “Green,” she answered, staring at him like he was insane. And maybe he was, but he needed to get them both on track before he fucked her, and there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to have her before the end of the event.

  “Favorite food?” he asked, prying himself back from her to stand near the railing of the tank so he wouldn’t rip her free of the chair and bend her over it.

  “I don’t know! French fries?”

  “My kind of girl, little one.” Alexander smiled, steadying himself. “Favorite movie?”

  “Um…” A tiny furrow appeared between her brows as she thought, her breasts rising and falling as she took quick, deep breaths.

  “Tick tock,” he teased, lifting the remote for the chair, and she instantly stilled.

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “I don’t think that’s a movie title, is it?” He grinned and pressed the button, hearing her gasp for air just before she was inside the water again, but he was gracious, and only counted to three before he pulled her out again.

  “Son of a bitch!” Sienna screamed as she was returned upright, a fresh rush of water running off her body, and the chair, to soak the floor where his shirt was a ruined mess.

  Covering her mouth, he pressed his fingers in hard to her cheeks, giving just enough pain to make her focus again, the submission overriding her irritation. “I have a deal for you, little one. Answer three questions about yourself in a row without pausing, and I’ll give you so many orgasms you’ll beg me to stop.”

  The second he lifted his hand she flicked her delicate tongue over her bottom lip. “What happens if I mess up?”

  “I dunk you, isn’t that obvious?” Alexander laughed when she stared at him, her mouth dropping open to tease his cock with the memory of what her lips had felt like wrapped around it. “Ready?”

  “You’re evil.”

  “Sir,” he added, and she glared at him.

  “You’re evil, sir.”

  “I’ve been called worse.” Shrugging he tried to play it casual, which was a challenge with his erection tenting the slacks he’d barely managed to button as she’d been underwater. “Favorite movie?”

  Panic flashed across her face and then she sputtered out an answer, “Titanic!”

  “A little pessimistic aren’t you?” He chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t think I didn’t catch that, little one. I can still spank you as soon as you’re off that chair.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Alright, favorite vacation spot?”

  “The mountains,” she answered fast. “Sir.”

  “Very nice.” He drummed his fingers on the railing, and then he smiled up at her. “Favorite band?”

  A low whine escaped her lips, her wrists pulling at the soaked cuffs, but as soon as he lifted the remote, she shouted, “The Civil Wars!”

  “I have no idea who that is,” he replied, giving her a questioning look.

  “That was an answer, you have to count it, sir.” Sienna argued with him, actually argued, and it made him happier than anything else that evening. Well, almost as happy as having his cock in her throat just before he’d made her sob.

  “Good, girl.”

  Chapter 5

  She felt breathless, wrung out, as he reached under the chair and pulled something that let out a metallic clunk just before he turned the chair around, away from the tank. “Am I allowed to get up now?”

  “Not at all, little one.” Alexander grinned down at her and picked up the vibrator. “I promised you orgasms, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Well, it’ll be so much easier to make you come over and over if you can’t squirm away.” His voice had that edge to it again, that low growl that made her stomach tighten, her thighs tense, and that only got worse when he rested the vibrator on the chair and ran two fingers between her lips. Bringing them to his mouth he ran his tongue over them and she stared, open-mouthed, as he tasted her. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

  Sienna was speechless, again, as he leaned forward and kissed her, dipping his tongue between her lips so that she could taste herself, and him, in a heady mixture that had her melting against the chair. Then, she heard the vibrator kick on and she squeaked against his mouth as he pressed the powerful little device directly to her clit.

  Her nerve endings were raw, put through so much that it took almost nothing to bring her back to the painful horizon where she knew she could fall apart if he would just allow her. “Please,” she begged into the kiss, and he smiled as he pulled back enough to see her face.

  “You know what I want to hear, little girl.”

  “That’s humiliating,” she whined, and he laughed.

  “I thought you liked humiliation,” Alexander taunted. “Let me care for you, little one. Give yourself over to me. You just have to say the words.”

  Glaring at him, she thought through everything he’d said. The promise of using her like he had when he’d fucked her throat, the strict discipline he’d enforced when he’d made her answer his endless questions. Time after time he’d put her in the water, edged her, taunted her with all the power and control that got her off with Doms the rest of the time – but he promised the other half too. The aftercare, the time to make her feel right again. The warmth that she’d been missing when she watched Doms leave Overtime, comforting herself with the lingering bliss of subspace.

  He wanted to use her like an object, and then care for her like she was someone worthy.

  That’s what a Daddy does, little one.

  His words echoed in her mind. A promise, an offer, and while Sienna was quite sure she wasn’t going to start calling everyone Daddy, she knew she co
uld do it for him. He’d earned it.

  Licking her lips, she lifted her eyes to his, and finally said what he wanted to hear, speaking softly, “I want to come, Daddy. Please, let me come?”

  The fierce growl escaped him just before he kissed her again, hard enough to bruise her lips, but the vibrator was back, focused on her clit, and she found herself rocking against it in a matter of moments, wishing her hands were free to hold onto him. “Come for me, little one, let go,” his words, hissed against her lips, were the key she hadn’t known she needed – and everything shattered.

  Sienna slipped over the edge, gravity releasing her once more, until she was nothing more than warm, sparkling light that raced along her nerves. Somewhere outside of herself, she could hear her gasping his name, his soft laugh as he slid two fingers inside her and used his other hand to hold the vibrator in place, urging her higher in her bliss. Further into the white noise that blocked out the world.

  The threat of another orgasm hung in front of her, painful and glorious, and then his mouth closed over her breast and he pushed her into it. She half-screamed, tumbling into another release, the heat inside her crushing any lingering chill on her skin. This was a kind of escape she’d never reached, loosely tethered to her body at the point where he pumped his fingers, but otherwise she was free. Weightless and glowing, suffused with pure fulfillment.

  Is this what he meant?

  Her body wanted to rest, wanted to pull back, but he wasn’t stopping. Whimpering, she twisted in the cuffs, pleading as he only intensified his efforts. Stroking her g-spot with his fingers, aligning the vibrator to rest just right over her clit, as he teased her nipple with his tongue and teeth. Soft and then hard, painful and then pleasurable. “Please, please, please…” she begged, but there was nothing she could do as he pressed her, urged her forward.