by Livia Grant
Next up was one of the club’s most popular Daddy Doms. Standing at six foot three, Jason made for one intimidating daddy. When he dropped his marble, he landed on Goldilocks. A petite blonde skipped happily up the stairs wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. Chase smiled, wondering if the wheel really did have the magical ability to pair up couples as they should be since the naughty schoolgirl looked happy to be paired with a strict daddy. Their only disappointment was rolling “Electrical Play!”
They were finally getting down to the final half dozen couples or so and Chase could feel how anxious the couples who had already been paired were to get started. He quickly called for Dom number ten to join him at the wheel.
But no one moved. He called out again, “Ten? Would the dominant with number ten please step forward?”
Finally, Hunter Knox, the previous governor of Virginia and charter member of Black Light stepped forward. Chase gave the wheel a whirl and Hunter threw the marble in. When it stopped, Chase called out “Dark Angel!”
For crying out loud. There weren’t that many people left. Was it this hard for the remaining contestants to pay attention? Like he had had to call to Hunter several times, Chase called out “Dark Angel” again when none of the women moved. Finally, a submissive he had never seen at Black Light before started moving towards the steps. Chase was surprised when the ex-governor moved to meet his submissive at the top of the steps.
The sub seemed nervous when she took the marble and threw it into the activity wheel. Chase waited for it to finally settle in on, “Medical Play!”
The submissive was clearly upset when she mumbled, “Oh no.” Chase double-checked her hard limits and confirmed that Medical Play was not on her limit list. It didn’t stop her from asking, “What if, um, do you think we could spin again? Please? Just this once?”
The governor stepped in to handle his submissive. “Is medical play one of your hard limits, young lady?”
“No. It’s not. But, surely you can bend the rules. Just this once?”
Chase was proud of Emma for moving close to the upset submissive. “Sorry, Dark Angel. We have to stick to the rules. If you spin an activity that’s not one of your hard limits, the only way out is to safeword. Do you want to use your safeword now?”
Good job, baby.
“No. I’m not safewording. Not yet, anyway.”
Chase ushered the couple towards the growing group of anxious couples and moved on to call out “Eleven!”
Master Edward stepped forward, anxious to roll for his submissive. Edward always had a way of making Chase feel like a small man. He was not just tall, but wide as well and for a brief moment, Chase felt sorry for whoever got him, knowing the big guy could swing a mighty paddle. His ass clenched just thinking about it.
Looking out across the dwindling number of submissives, Chase spotted the perfect submissive for Edward. When the marble fell onto her name on the wheel, Chase grinned. “Marty!”
The tall woman making her way to the stage had played Roulette the year before. She was a longtime member. She was very nice, but Chase knew she had not found a Dom strong enough to tame her yet as she was the queen of topping from the bottom. He wondered if Edward just might have what it took to tame Marty.
“Marty, I’d like you to meet Edward. Edward, this lovely lady is Marty.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Edward,”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
They moved to the side for Marty to throw the marble into the activity wheel. When it landed, they were shocked that she shouted out the wrong activity before Chase could even speak. She yelled, “Rope Play!”
Before Chase could correct her, Emma had jumped in to add, “Don’t forget, Jayla is available for help with props or costumes.”
“Why would we need those? Owen has all the rope we can possibly require.”
Chase jumped in, checking Marty’s normal bossiness. “Don’t you mean Master Owen?”
“Sorry, Cha… Sir.”
It was fun seeing Marty blush before he broke the news to her. “It is Role Play, Marty. Not Rope Play.”
She looked so dejected at the news. “Oh.”
Edward seemed concerned. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” she replied.
Chase was relieved. “Good. Since neither of you have role play as a hard limit, you are good to go.”
They’d made it to number twelve. A Dom Chase wasn’t familiar with came up to claim his submissive. Tall and slender, the guy looked like a pushover. Having forgotten his name, Chase looked at his cue card and smiled at the reminder of the guy’s chosen name for the night. “Welcome, AlphaDog22.”
They made quick work of pairing the new Dom with a shy sub named Luciana. She looked like she might burst out crying when she rolled Breast Torture on the wheel.
Dom thirteen was Albert Davies. He was the dom with the dubious honor of having the highest weight, but unfortunately, not height, of the night. Albert also was the only man in the room who had chosen to wear a kilt. Chase had heard him bragging before the event began that he liked to wear a kilt to events so his subs had easy access to his massive cock. Considering no one had ever seen Albert’s family jewels, Chase suspected they were on the tiny side.
The wheel’s magic seemed to be losing power when it paired Albert with the tall, leggy blonde model named Brittany. But when she made a disappointed sound and then pouted the whole walk up to the stage, Chase decided maybe the wheel had known what it was doing. He had never met Brittany, but having modeled with hundreds of women very much like her for many years over his career, he had a pretty good idea he knew her type. She rolled Tickling.
They had planned to have fifteen couples, but when the sub had fainted and one Dom had dropped out to care for her, they were down to the last couple. When Chase turned to call Connor Lambert, one of the Black Light lawyers, up to the stage, Connor was already jogging around people to chase after the only submissive left, socialite Gabriella Castle.
Chase called out to stop her escape, “Gabriella, you need to head on up to the stage now.”
Just as he finished his announcement, Connor caught up to Gabriella and was presently hugging her, speaking against her ear privately. Chase had to hand it to fate. The whole reason the event had started five minutes late was because this couple had been arguing before the spinning. It had gotten out of control enough that both Jaxson and Spencer had to get involved.
Chuckling, Chase entertained the crowd while the couple made it back towards the stage. “I see our last couple is already getting acquainted. By process of elimination, Master Lambert will be paired with Gabriella tonight. It looks like they’re anxious to get started, but they’ll need to make their way up to the roulette wheel. Let’s see what kink you will be matched with.”
The crowd went wild when Connor scooped Gabriella up into his arms and carried her, kicking and struggling, back to the stage. He deposited her on her feet next to the wheel.
Emma tried to smooth things over. “It’s your turn to spin for an activity.”
Gabriella refused to take the marble from Emma. “I’ve decided to quit.”
Chase interjected. “That’s a shame. At this point, I’m afraid there is only one way to exit the event. I’ll need your safeword.”
Chase waited. And waited. Eventually Connor leaned in and the couple had a hushed conversation too quiet for anyone but them to hear. Still, after a long minute of wasted time, Chase urged them, “As riveting as your exchange is, I’m afraid I need to ask Ms. Castle to either safeword or take the marble. The other couples are anxious to get started.”
This time, Chase heard Connor’s request of her. “Don’t quit. Not yet.”
Another minute passed with them talking softly. Chase and Emma exchanged concerned looks, and bless Emma’s heart, she moved closer to Gabriella, holding out the marble until she took it.
Chase spun the wheel, but Gabriella stood frozen, unable to drop the ball until Emma ur
ged her, “You need to drop the ball now.”
Chase yelled out, “They have rolled ABDL!” But then he checked his hard limit card and added, “But I see Master Lambert has that listed on his hard limits list. We’ll need to—”
Connor cut him off. “I’ve changed my mind. I withdraw that from my limits list.” He turned to glare at his submissive before adding, “We’ll take that activity.”
“Great! I want to thank all of our couples for graciously waiting until all couples were paired, but the good news is it’s time to finally have some fun! Let the Roulette Redux challenges begin and everyone be safe and sane out there as you explore. Doms, bring your submissives back up to the wheel to spin for your next activity, and spectators, have fun mingling and moving around the club to catch your favorite kinks or couples in action.
“Let the kinky fun begin!”
Keep reading, it’s time to spin the wheel and join Roulette Redux…
Unrestrained
A Black Light: Roulette Redux Novella
By
Jennifer Bene
Chapter 1
“Fifteen minutes,” Bianca muttered as the digital clock flicked another minute closer to the time she had to leave. Traffic in D.C. was a fucking nightmare, and the last thing she needed to do tonight was be late.
She hated being late.
Twisting to look over her shoulder at the mirror, she tugged at the laces on the corset, exhaling as she drew them tighter. Another minute ticked by on the clock, taunting her, and with a muttered curse she tied the laces off with a bow, and then double knotted it for good measure.
“Finally.” Facing her reflection, she fluffed the waves she’d added to her dark hair, adjusting so they hung over her shoulders, leaving her cleavage on shining display under the ceiling lights. She wanted to make an impression, and as she looked herself over she had to admit she looked hot.
Bianca winked at the mirror, and turned around once more to check that everything was as it should be. Black and red corset, check. Short, pleated black skirt, check. Make-up? On point from her smoky eyes, to her wine-colored lips. The black suede Jimmy Choo’s on her feet had over a four-inch heel and she grinned at the reaction she’d get.
Oh, the possibilities…
Finding Black Light had been like snagging a golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s factory — if Willy Wonka had made whips and butt plugs instead of candy, and had a killer legal team ready to destroy anyone who talked. Bianca still dropped by the other BDSM clubs in the area occasionally, but nothing compared to the opulent and hedonistic accoutrements at Black Light.
She tucked her ID, credit card, and membership card into the slots inside the little clutch purse, and snagged her phone to call for a car. As she finished, she glanced at herself once more in the mirror, and felt that electric buzzing in her veins. The excitement of heading to the club making her skin form goosebumps all the way up her arms. Whether she’d get what she wanted this evening was apparently up to the luck of the draw, and the spin of a wheel.
Valentine Roulette.
What a concept, and it was famous now among the longer-term club members, like an urban legend, but she’d missed it by a month. Joining in late March, Bianca had been counting down the months until she had her turn at the game. A free month at the most exclusive, most well-stocked, most provocative BDSM club on the East Coast? And a chance to play with someone daring enough to toss their name in the hat? Well, that was just more temptation than she could resist.
There had never been a challenge Bianca Rossi didn’t want to tackle, and as she turned in those extra high heels she smirked to herself — because Garreth had promised there would be Doms able to meet her needs if she was brave enough to apply.
“Well, let’s see if we get a real Dom tonight, or another wimp.” Bianca laughed under her breath as she dropped her phone in the clutch and walked to the door, heels echoing across the tile of her spacious apartment. At least she had her vibrator if the Dom who rolled her name failed to impress her.
But… wasn’t Roulette all about the gamble?
Silas held out his white plastic card and watched as the black light on Daniel’s desk revealed his ID number and the hidden Black Light logo. It was a clever way to hide it, and since his name wasn’t on the thing and Black Light wasn’t listed on any website, he never had to worry if some idiot stole his wallet.
“You’ll have locker twenty-two tonight, Silas. You signed up for the event?” Daniel asked, one eyebrow twitching a little higher than the other.
“I am.”
Daniel chuckled softly as he handed the card back. “Planning to scare off one of our customers?”
“You think a sub would sign up for this expecting a gentleman?” He grinned, tucking the card back into his wallet as he gave Daniel a shrug and moved towards locker twenty-two. A few others were bustling around the room. Men and women wearing their evening best, while he was in black jeans, heavy boots, and a leather jacket.
Of course, they hadn’t arrived on a motorcycle in below freezing weather.
Tossing his phone and wallet into the locker, he pressed it closed and then stepped over to the sliding glass window to pass across his jacket. The charming girl on the other side had a hot pink pixie cut and double lip piercings. When she smiled at him with the kind of hunger that made his cock twitch, he had a feeling she could handle him — but her placement behind the glass meant she wasn’t on the docket.
So, who the fuck was he going to draw tonight?
If he drew a girl that called ‘Red’ in the first ten minutes, would he still get a chance to play with someone? Or for the free month? Those were questions he probably should have asked when Spencer suggested he sign up. It had been spur of the moment. He’d been sitting at the bar one night, having decided not to play because the other guests had been mostly couples and a few submissives too wide-eyed and eager to risk playing with. As soon as Spencer had approached, in his normal suit and blood-red tie, Silas had been prepared for some kind of lecture. Instead, Spencer had slid across a small piece of paper with a web address written on it.
“Sign up for this and stop pouting,” Spencer grumbled.
“What?”
“That’s the link to sign up for this year’s Valentine Roulette. Trust me, it’s worth it.” The man’s eyes had lingered on the hot blonde behind the bar, but Silas already knew they were together. It wasn’t exactly a secret.
“How will this help me?”
“Because it’s your chance to meet a girl who has to submit for the night, to whatever kinks get chosen by the wheel — or she forfeits the month. Only the brave ones sign up.” Spencer leveled his icy blue-eyed gaze at him. “That is why I know you’re going to sign up. You’re obviously tired of showing up here and not finding anyone to play with.”
Spencer had hit the nail on the head. With as much as a membership at Black Light cost, it didn’t promise the kind of masochist that Silas needed to feed his urges. Sure, there were a few, but they were like weighted gold. Doms circled them like sharks, scooped them up, and let their possessive natures run wild. The last thing he was going to do was beg for a session from one of the unattached masochists who flitted around the club with the rarity of a blue moon.
Fuck.
It had been too long since he’d been able to let loose. He’d played with a few subs, fucked a few of his standbys, but he had not had the chance to unchain his inner demons in so long. He needed someone who liked to scream, who liked to cry. Someone who wouldn’t want a fucking proposal after the fact.
Roulette was the answer, and thus, here he was. As he stepped into the club, he scanned the room. The gathering of tables before the stage, the scattered groupings of people standing and chatting as the full staff of Black Light served drinks. It was still early, and so he moved toward the bar, watching as Klara spoke low and intensely to one of the servers.
Taking a seat, he waited patiently for her to finish, and when she turned around she plastered o
n that smile that she greeted all the customers with — until she realized it was him, and she rolled her eyes and laughed. “Hey, Silas. I heard you’re up for Roulette tonight, you know that means you’re only getting two drinks all night, right?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Woodford Reserve?” she asked, and he nodded again. As Klara turned around to pour the drink, he watched the entrance, looking over each person to see if he could pick out the ones signed up for the event. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy. Plenty of people arrived alone, but there were enough women strutting around in almost nothing that he decided to just enjoy the eye candy until the show started.
The bourbon appeared in the corner of his vision and he took a sip to chase away the lingering chill from the ride in. After a moment, Klara hadn’t moved from her place behind the bar and he glanced at her. “Have something to say?”
“What are you going to do if you get a newbie, or a Little?” She cut straight to the point, and it made his lips twitch at the edges.
“I’m going to do whatever the wheel says, isn’t that the game?”
“And if you spin Age Play you’re going to play Daddy?”
“Limit.”
“Of course you chose it as a limit.” She laughed, tapping her hand on the bar. “Enjoy your drink, Silas, and try not to be a spectacular asshole tonight.”
Raising his middle finger, he heard her laugh again as he zoned out on the skull tattooed on the back of his right hand. It bled seamlessly into the sleeve of tattoos that rolled all the way up and over his shoulder. His left had a rose, darkly stylized by his favorite L.A. artist, and the ink just moved on from there. The tattoos made the subs think before they approached him, but even the ones brave enough to meet his gaze were always nervous around him, which wasn’t surprising.