Black Light_Roulette Redux

by Livia Grant

  Chapter 5

  Glaring at Silas, she watched him gather her clothes and shoes, and then he tilted his head toward the stairs. “Go on,” he urged, and she walked down, heading toward the stage. There was plenty happening around the room, so many distracting scenes and sounds, but Chase and Emma perked up when they approached.

  “That was a hell of a show. You good, Bianca?” he asked, still so sweet and concerned, but she felt fine and she definitely wasn’t showing any more weakness around Silas.

  “Absolutely!” she answered with a smile. The subspace had snuck up on her, and she’d let herself tumble into it out of self-preservation, but ending up cuddled in his lap was not on her list for the rest of the night.

  No matter how nice it was.

  Fuck.

  Who the hell was this person? Wanting to be held and stroked after a session like that? No. She was going to be as much of a badass as him for the rest of the night, no matter that she’d lost her four-inch advantage.

  “Are we spinning for round two?” Emma asked.

  Silas nodded, one arm full of her clothes, and she only thought for a moment about how her striped and welted backside was visible to those still sitting at the tables. “We’re good.”

  “Sounds like fun. You know the rules, you spin, you’ve got to spend thirty minutes in the new activity.” Chase plucked the roulette ball out and handed it to her, then Emma set the wheel to spinning.

  She dropped it this time without hesitation, and it clattered into Role Play. Fuck.

  “Spin again,” Silas commanded and she stared at him in confusion.

  “It’s not one of my limits.”

  “I know, it’s one of mine.” Those pale blues found her gaze. “I don’t like anything between me and my sub. I just want them.”

  “What all is on your limits?” she asked, and then hastily added, “Sir.”

  He sighed, eyes moving to the ceiling for a moment before he answered her. “Any of the role play shit. Including age play, medical play, and pet play. I don’t want to scene with some facsimile of who you are, I want to play with you.”

  “Facsimile?”

  “It means an exact copy, but—”

  “No, I know what it means, I just…” she trailed off, and he laughed low.

  “You thought because I look like this I’m not intelligent?” Shaking his head, he plucked the ball out and handed it to her. “Not a chance, girl. Spin again.”

  “You heard the man,” Chase said and spun the wheel. It clattered and this time Bianca hesitated to drop the ball, but then Silas shifted closer and she let go.

  Bounce, bounce, rattle… for a moment the wheel was spinning too fast to read and then her mouth fell open.

  Silas and Chase both laughed, but Silas got it under control faster. Chase just shrugged, still grinning. “Anal intercourse, Bianca. With a condom, of course, and it’s on neither of your limit lists.”

  “Good thing I just warmed her ass up,” Silas added, and she looked between the two with a mix of arousal and trepidation. Emma at least had the decency to give her an encouraging smile. As rough as Silas had been during the flogging, she couldn’t help but be nervous.

  “You’re going to fuck my ass?” she asked, half in disbelief, but he just took a step closer to her, fist winding in her hair to crane her head back.

  “That’s, you’re going to fuck my ass, Sir, and the answer is yes. Unless you want to safeword?” His expression was intense, not a single hint of the emotion inside him, and she remembered how deftly he’d made her orgasm and tried to remind herself that the DMs wouldn’t let him seriously hurt her. That was the whole point of playing in a club like this.

  She shook her head as much as she could with his fist holding her still. “No, I don’t want to safeword. Sir.”

  “Good girl, let’s go find a spot for me to enjoy my work.”

  Bianca rolled her eyes when he turned around to head for the stairs. She waited for a second and Chase winked at her, still laughing to himself as Emma hugged him around the waist from behind. Receiving another sweet smile from Emma, she waved and walked off the stage, suppressing her nerves.

  Following Silas wasn’t a bad deal, he looked just as good from the back as he did from the front, and with his sleeves rolled up she could see the intricate tattoos woven together. His left arm had a tree growing upwards, the branches curling around his forearm, flowers in the gaps. It was almost… pretty? Which was a really weird word to associate with a man as big as Silas.

  Her bare feet padded onto the tiled area and she swallowed, feeling her heart racing in her chest. Fuck. He really was a big guy, and if the bulge she’d felt in his jeans was any indication he was probably big all over. And his cock was going in her ass, fucking fantastic.

  Silas stopped by a bondage table, with a black padded top and rings lining the entire outer edge. She groaned. “You really need to tie me down for this too, Sir?”

  “Need to? No. Want to? Yes.” The sadistic gleam in his eye cranked up the pace of her heartbeat once again. He set her clothes and shoes on the far end of the table and pointed at the floor. “Stay here while I gather everything.”

  “I’m not going to run away.”

  He grinned. “Well, I haven’t taken my pants off yet.”

  Bianca’s mouth dropped open as he walked away from her. Most guys hyped up their size, but with him she was pretty sure it was more of a warning than anything.

  Dammit. Why couldn’t it have been vaginal intercourse?

  Growling under her breath, she looked around the room, getting an eyeful of the creative play happening all around Black Light. It was enough to make any girl squirm, even if she did just have a spectacular orgasm. And here she’d been worried she would get a weak-willed dom. She’d never admit it aloud, but the night was turning out good for her, better than her expectations… however, anal? With him? Bianca was fucked in more ways than one.

  Silas came back with his arms full, gently setting it all down on the table beside her clothes. Cuffs, rope, butt plugs, and lube. At least it looked like he was going to warm her up, but the largest of the plugs was a blue dildo, about seven inches long, over an inch and a half in diameter, with a wide base. It looked huge — which meant he was probably larger than that one.

  “I’m assuming you’ve had anal sex before since it wasn’t one of your chosen limits,” Silas said as he arranged the cuffs and the loops of rope.

  “Yes, Sir, I have.”

  “You look nervous.” He grinned, a touch of sadistic evil in the smile, and she huffed. “All you’ll have to do is say yellow if you need me to let you adjust, but I am going to enjoy fucking your welted ass.”

  “Thanks,” she snarked, and he shook his head.

  “Oh, that mouth of yours… I’m going to really enjoy making you scream.” Glancing behind them he gestured to the women’s locker room. “If you want to go clean up, Chad said they have bulbs in all the bathrooms.”

  A blush crept into her cheeks, but she tried to keep her expression even. “I always handle that before I come to the club.”

  Surprise flickered over his face, and then the grin was back. “You like taking it up the ass?”

  “Depends on the guy.”

  He moved closer to her, holding the cuffs in one hand so that his other could brush her hair back and cup the side of her face. When he leaned in she caught the scent of his cologne, light and woodsy. “Look, I can make this feel really good, or I can make it hurt and then feel really good. Tell me what you want.”

  Those intense eyes held her captive as she chewed her lip. There was no denying the shiver that had moved through her when he’d said he could make it hurt in that fucking sexy, growling voice. He was hot. A complete asshole, but fucking hot, and she was curious what he would do.

  “You want the second one don’t you?” Silas closed the space between them, her breasts brushing his shirt as he whispered into her ear. “Do you want me to tie you down and make you take my
cock up your ass, Bianca? Do you want to scream and fight as I work myself in and out, as I hold your hips and tell you to take it like the little anal whore you are?”

  Holy fuck.

  The words should have made her angry, she should have slapped him, but the dizzying arousal flooding her veins and making her pussy clench was undeniable. Her mouth was dry as he leaned back, looking down at her and she forced herself to nod.

  Silas groaned and kissed her. It was pure shock as his tongue delved into her mouth, his teeth nipping her lower lip before he shifted his hand into her hair and bent her head back. Part of her felt the mind blowing, all-consuming, primal nature of it, and the other was too confused to function.

  Their tongues warred, moans slipping out between harried breaths and growls as she clutched his shirt. Finally, he pulled back, his fist still tight in her hair as she wavered on her feet. “Wow,” she whispered.

  “I probably should have asked before I did that… but I am about to fuck you.” That devilish grin was turning her brain to jelly and was completely unhelpful.

  “Uh, yeah, you should have.” It was the right thing to say even though she absolutely didn’t mean it. His lips were reddened, half from her lipstick and half from the intensity of the kiss, and what she really wanted was to kiss him again. And again, and feel him on top of her.

  Instead, she let go of his shirt.

  “I’m not apologizing.” The grin stayed on his face for a moment and then he turned and bent her over the end of the table, holding her down by her hair as he leaned close. “Just remember, say yellow before you say red, but we both know you’re going to like the way I make you scream.”

  “I’m not going to safeword,” she panted, and he chuckled, low and malicious.

  “We’ll see.” Opening a leather cuff he attached it to her wrist and moved her arm straight ahead. “Keep this here. If you move it you’ll regret it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She turned her head to watch as he moved around to the other side of the table, doing the same to her other wrist. It was hard to focus with her heart pounding so loud in her ears, and before she knew it he had her ankles in the cuffs and was pulling them wide.

  “Let’s start warming you up while I get you tied down. Same rules, you don’t move your hands or feet, girl.” Silas picked up a moderate butt plug, holding it in her line of vision as he added lube and then he walked behind her. Her first instinct was to tense as his fingers moved down the crack of her ass, to rub the slippery KY around her hole. When the first digit slid inside, she tightened and he tsk’d behind her. “You know better than to clench. You’re a little anal whore, right?”

  Bianca’s cheeks were on fire, but she relaxed and felt him work the lube in and out, and then he started easing in another of his large fingers. She bit down on the whine as he slowly stretched her, then his hand withdrew and the cool metal of the first butt plug was pressing against her. “Fuck,” she cursed as he stretched her, a slow steady pressure pushing the plug in deep, but he held back from letting it seat. Moving the widest point back and forth until she felt a slight burn and he finally let it go.

  “How does it feel to have that plug in your ass?” he asked as he came around to the rope, wiping his hand on a towel.

  “Fantastic, Sir,” she growled, and he chuckled low.

  “Just think, we’ve got two upgrades to go before I fuck you.” Silas was clearly entertained with himself, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he quickly worked the rope through the d-ring on the cuff, and then stretched her arm tight to tie it off at the end of the table. He was just starting on the other wrist, when there was a commotion near the entrance. Fortunately, the bondage table was at enough of an angle that she could turn and see a man arguing with Daniel, the guy who handled the entrance.

  “HANNAH!” The man yelled, causing scenes to slow or stop in several instances. “I know you’re fucking here, what guy are you fucking around with?”

  Daniel was clearly trying to calm him down, get him to leave, and quite a few people were just staring at him. Terry, the biggest of the DMs, was already walking over, but the guy was still shouting out the woman’s name.

  Turning to look up at Silas, she was stunned to see the terrifying look on his face. If murder had an expression, that would be it.

  Son of a bitch.

  Silas watched as the guy knocked Daniel’s hand away from him, and he stepped past the DM to move further into the room, still shouting for Hannah. On instinct, he took a step toward the conflict, but then he remembered the rope in his hand and the submissive he was responsible for on the table. Leaning down he caught her eyes. “Are you okay if I step away to see if they need help with this guy?”

  “What?” Bianca asked, and he growled at being in this situation with her partially tied down.

  “Answer me. Are you okay if I step away from the table to go help them?”

  She propped herself up on the elbow not pinned to the table, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it’s fine. Go.”

  “Good girl.” He grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her forehead, leaving the rope on the table as he marched toward the guy trying to get past the muscular DM that he couldn’t remember the name of. It was only just before he got to them that he realized he’d kissed Bianca on the forehead like… like she was more than just his fucking sub for the evening. Weird. Really fucking weird, but there were more pressing matters.

  “I said get the FUCK out of my way. I’m here to see Hannah, not you, asshole!”

  A thin redhead approached them, looking furious as she held the hand of the man beside her. “Get the hell out, Charlie!”

  “Hannah! Tell these fuckers I’m here to see you, and you,” he shouted, pointing at the man with her. “Take your fucking hands off her! We just had an argument, that’s it!”

  “You need to step outside with me, Charlie,” Daniel spoke low, trying to calm the situation, but the second the guy tried to shoulder past the big DM, Silas stepped forward and blocked him. Putting himself between the asshole and the girl.

  “MOVE!” Charlie shouted into his face.

  Silas just crossed his arms and gave his best just try something look. “No.” He tilted his chin toward the door. “Seems like she’s doing just fine here, you should listen to Daniel and step outside.”

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Wanna find out?” he asked, staring down at the man who was a solid four inches shorter. Still six feet tall, but Silas also outweighed the guy, and it wasn’t like this fucker looked like a guy who knew how to fight.

  The big DM moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, crossing his arms too. “You need to calm down and step outside before we have to escort you.”

  “Hear that, Charlie? You can fucking LEAVE! You didn’t want to be with me long term, and so now I’m here with Ben.” Hannah had stepped closer, shouting between him and the DM.

  “Stop being such a bitch, Hannah! Just because your sister got engaged doesn’t mean we have to. Fuck, we’ve been together six months!”

  “WE’RE NOT TOGETHER, ASSHOLE! Stop calling me, stop fucking showing up, and stop stalking me. You’re fucking crazy!” Hannah was screaming, red-faced and angry. She’d clearly had a few drinks.

  “That’s it, you’re interrupting our event. Everyone into the security room. Terry, can you bring Hannah?” Daniel grabbed Charlie by the arm, and when it looked like Charlie was going to throw a punch, Silas dropped his hand onto the man’s shoulder.

  “Make a good decision,” he warned.

  Charlie relaxed, muttering curses as he brushed off Daniel and stomped out into the security room. Daniel nodded at him, “Thanks for the backup.”

  “Just be sure he’s not done anything inappropriate to the girl, okay?”

  “We’re going to handle it, I promise.”

  The big DM, Terry, slapped him on the back as he walked by with Hannah sputtering beside him. “Thanks, bro. Appreciate it.”

  “Not a problem. Hey, what d
o they call you again?” Silas asked.

  Terry chuckled and flexed, his bicep bulging at the edge of his shirt. “Muscles.”

  Right. “Makes sense. I’ve got to get back to my sub.”

  “You do that.” Terry escorted the arguing couple out, and Silas shook his head and moved back to Bianca. She was still propped on an elbow, her eyes wide, but he didn’t see a hint of panic on her face.

  “You okay?” he asked, looking her over for any signs of distress, but all he saw was the shiny metal marking the plug in her ass and all the beautiful stripes still painting her skin.

  “Just fine, what was all that about? I couldn’t really hear.”

  “Guy didn’t like the idea of his ex finding a new dom. But, none of that matters now…” He traced his lower lip with his tongue and ran a finger over one of the cane cuts on her ass. Then he tugged on the plug. “I’ve got to finish tying you down so I can fuck this ass without you struggling.”

  Her pupils dilated, and he pulled the plug free slowly, watching her ass stretch around the widest point, and he couldn’t help but smile as she groaned and her hips wiggled. Setting it on the tile, he grabbed the slightly larger plug, with a dildo that didn’t have a tapered point at the base. Bianca watched him over her shoulder with those reddened lips parted, she was nervous, and soaking wet. Adding a tiny amount of lube, he started to work it in, fucking her ass in short strokes, and she writhed, one foot lifting off the floor just before he drove it all the way home with a sharper thrust.

  “Fuck,” she hissed between her teeth and he smiled.

  “You moved your foot, girl. That’s what happens to anal whores that don’t listen.” Landing a sharp spank on the welts of her ass earned him another gasped cry. “Now, I’m going to do you a favor and tie you down. What do you say?”

  The glare he received as he wiped his hands on the towel made him want to laugh, but he gave her no expression. He just waited, and finally she sagged back to the padded table. “Thank you, Sir.”