Black Light_Roulette Redux

by Livia Grant

  “Such a good whore.” He made quick work of the rope for her other wrist, forcing her flat to the table, and he was almost glad the idiot had stormed in because his cock had taken a fucking break from being a steel beam in his jeans. However, watching as she let him tie her down was bringing the hard-on back fast.

  Just have to get her prepped.

  Tying her ankle cuffs to the base of the table was both miserable and fucking fantastic at the same time. He could smell her arousal, see the glistening folds of her pussy, with the dark base of the dildo tucked between her round, well-marked cheeks. Oh yeah, he was going to fuck her cunt first, then make her scream as he took her ass.

  “I think that’s enough of the easy stuff, time for the last toy before it will be me in your ass.” He stood, grasping her hips and grinding his erection against the plug. The grunt she let out as he pressed it deeper was followed by a whine, and he wished he could record those sounds. Play them while he fucking slept.

  He’d wake up every day with painful morning wood, but it would be well worth it.

  “So, want to tell me why you don’t like pet play or age play?” He asked to distract her as he pulled the plug out, thrusting slowly with it a few times before he popped it free.

  Chapter 6

  Bianca couldn’t fucking think straight, and he was wanting her to explain her limits? When he’d just pulled a butt plug from her ass?

  Fucker.

  She growled under her breath as he lubed up the blue dildo in her line of sight. “You seem to be enjoying stroking that, sure I’m your type?”

  A smirk tilted the edge of his mouth and he shook his head. “Oh, that was not smart.” He moved behind her and she clenched her hands into fists.

  This time, he pushed the dildo in firmly, steadily, no pauses, and her ass stretched to accommodate it, aching, burning a little as she whined. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” When the base finally rested against her ass she had to remind herself to breathe, and then Silas started kneading her backside, lighting up the welts.

  “You’re going to learn to watch your mouth with me girl. As a part of that lesson, I’m going to fuck you while you adjust to the last plug. Any arguments?” His belt rattled behind her and she tried to turn to look at him, but she couldn’t twist enough as taut as her arms were. He seemed to notice and stepped to the side, pulling his belt free with a whisper of leather.

  Was it inappropriate to salivate when a man did that?

  Because Bianca was practically drooling as he draped the leather over her waist, and then he started unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom. She was gawking, definitely staring as his shirt gave her peeks at the ribbed abs beneath. Drool. Drool was going to happen if she didn’t shut her fucking mouth, because when he pulled off his shirt there was muscle. So much muscle, and dark ink all the way across his chest, shoulders, and down both arms.

  Art.

  Not gang shit, but well done work. Expensive work. Then again, he had a membership here so he had to have money. Maybe he was a contract killer? That seemed way more likely than him being some kind of corporate accountant.

  “I asked you a question, girl.” Silas’ voice made her drag her eyes from his gorgeous body and up to his face where the smirk still played over his lips. “Like what you see?” he asked, popping the button on his jeans with one hand.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, trying not to sound as desperate and needy as she suddenly felt.

  “I’m going to fuck your cunt in a minute unless you say otherwise, but seeing as you’re practically dripping on the floor I think you want it.” He drew the zipper down, and the bulge she saw made her swallow. Why hadn’t she tried to give him a blow job? It would have been a challenge, but a fun one.

  “I’m good, Sir.”

  Silas flashed that wolf smile again and pushed his boxer briefs out of the way to fist his cock at the base. Bianca almost gasped, but managed to bite it back. He was above average in length, but the girth was what made her want to whimper. No way was he fitting that in her ass.

  “Sir…” she started to speak, but he shook his head and took a condom from his back pocket.

  “Safewording?” he asked, clearly enjoying her anxiety. Bianca steeled herself and shook her head. “Then you’re going to shut up and take it, aren’t you?”

  Fuck. Why did he have to be so hot? Every messed-up thing he said to her just made her hungry for more, and there was no doubt in her mind she wanted to feel him inside her, she just couldn’t imagine him trying anal with her, or anyone.

  “Good girl,” he growled, sliding the condom on as he moved behind her. “I’ve wanted to do this since the second you mouthed off on stage. Feel free to make whatever noises you want.”

  Silas lined up, and she barely took a breath before he thrust hard and she was instantly full, so full. The larger dildo in her ass, and then his girth stretching her entrance as he went deep, made the guttural moan that escaped unavoidable. He swirled his hips behind her, groaning with her, and then he slid back and slammed in again. Easy to do because she was soaked, could feel it in the slick strokes as his hands dug into her hips.

  “Yes,” he growled behind her, kneading her aching skin. The pain from the welts only drove her higher, already building toward an orgasm as he reached every pleasurable point between her thighs. It was probably the plug making it so intense, especially since with each pulse of his hips he drove the blue monster in deep.

  Bianca was moaning shamelessly, too overwhelmed to try and censor her response, and as much as she could she shifted her hips back to meet him. He was rough, but it was just the kind of rough she liked. The dull throb inside when he bottomed out, the rush of sensation as he moved, driving against her g-spot like he had a fucking homing beacon on it — and she was going to come.

  Pleasure purred through her, making her lift up on her toes as she tensed. So close to the impossible ecstasy for a second time that night… and then he pulled out of her. Heavy breathing on both sides as she heard his low chuckle. “Oh, nice try, my little whore, but I’m not coming in your cunt.”

  “Please!” she whined, writhing against the padded top of the table as her orgasm slipped through her fingers. Lost, leaving only the anxious tension behind in her muscles.

  “Please fuck your ass? Absolutely.” Silas grabbed onto the dildo and removed it slowly, ensuring she felt every ridge. Groaning she pressed her forehead into the table, preparing and trying to relax. The heat of his skin met her backside as he leaned over her, biting at her ribs until she twitched and yelped. Fisting her hair, he jerked her head back. “Just remember, the only thing that makes me stop is the safeword. What is it?”

  “Ye— yellow,” she panted, wincing at the strain on her throat.

  “Good girl,” he growled, and then she felt his cock pressing against the ring of muscle still sore from the blue toy. “Take it.”

  His hips pushed forward and she could have sworn he’d already torn her ass with the first couple of inches. The scream ripped out at a surprising volume and she fought the ropes holding her down. “NO! Wait, wait!”

  Another low laugh as he slid back slightly and then thrust harder, forcing his way in as his free hand grabbed her hip and yanked her backwards.

  FUCK.

  She’d screamed again. This hurt. It hurt a lot, and there were tears in her eyes as he snapped his hips against her ass, burying his cock deep, and the fierce, burning ache was like nothing she’d ever felt. Merciless, he picked up a harsh rhythm, pulling back just enough to drive in hard again and again with all the strength those muscles could deliver.

  “You like it when I take your ass? You like it when I fucking make you take it?” The words were twisted, especially with the hungry growl in his tone, but the pain barreled back in with another deep thrust and she croaked out a cry.

  “NO! Stop, please. Fuck!” The scream was broken by the beginning sobs, fighting the restraints with all her useless might, and then he dug his nails into the welts across her ba
ckside and she screamed again.

  “Fuck yes, your screams are perfect.” He continued pounding into her, the agony spiraling, contorting inside her. Everything was buzzing, and she knew she was crying, borderline sobbing as she pleaded in incoherent babbles. Silas only growled. “This is what anal whores are for, taking it the way I want to give it, not the way you want it.”

  “Stop! Please!” she shouted, fists clenched on the other side of the cuffs, because her brain couldn’t catch up, couldn’t process all the sensation, and her cunt felt woefully empty.

  “Look at your audience,” Silas demanded, forcing her head up by her hair again. Through the blur of tears she saw people standing around, more of them in her peripheral vision on the left, but directly in front of her was Terry. Arms crossed, a glower on his face that read as anger mixed with concern. Burying himself deep, stretching her ass just a little more to make her cry out again, Silas held still, hissing out a command. “Tell them you want this, tell them you want me to make you scream.”

  Whimpering, Bianca struggled to catch her breath. Finally, a moment where there was just the dull throb of his dick in her ass. No hard thrusts, no spikes of pain, and it allowed the tremors in her muscles to settle so that she could feel the flickering pulse at her clit. The leftovers of the almost-orgasm, and the satisfying sensation of being so full. There was no logic to it, not that there was logic to enjoying the cane either, but as the panic ebbed she swallowed and spoke up. “I want this, Sir. I want you to fuck my ass and make me scream. Please.”

  He let go of her hair and she dropped to the soft top, damp from her sweat, her tears, and more than likely her saliva. That large hand traced down her spine, kneading and massaging the small of her back as his other hand joined in. She practically melted, relaxing and moaning into the table as he slid his cock back and forth in slow thrusts that were nothing like the intense ass fucking he’d started with. “Such a good girl,” he purred, stroking in and out on a low moan.

  “Sir…” She sighed, feeling that warm glow that filled her up whenever a dom called her that, and Silas was absolutely a Dom. Bianca had needed a break, needed a minute to center her mind, but now she moved her hips, tightened down on him to elicit a throaty groan that made her smile. “You going to get back to fucking me?”

  “You and your mouth.” Silas laughed and thrust hard, making her sore ass spark with pain — and something else. Something dark and fucked up that Bianca so rarely got to enjoy. Most guys would have backed off when she’d been screaming, but Silas had amped it up, and now she was taunting him.

  Genius.

  A hard spank suddenly landed on her left cheek, all the welts bursting back into life and she tightened around his cock just as he thrust again. It was delirious pain, but she hadn’t felt so submissive in years. Tied down, fucked in the ass by a man who could clearly do so much damage if he wanted to, but although she knew she would be really fucking sore… she also knew she was fine. Safe.

  Silas wouldn’t put her in jeopardy, and had even shown her the DM standing by in case she wanted an out. All of that knowledge somehow made it through the mess in her head and she shouted a curse as he drove inside her again, but the pain was less than it had been, her body adjusting.

  I’m safe.

  With that thought she felt the heat pooling between her thighs, and the next deep push of his cock pulled a groan from her instead. “Sir…” she whined to the table.

  “I want to hear you say it, whore.” Sliding his hand over her hip, he found that tender bundle of nerves and stroked it lightly. “Say you like my cock in your ass.”

  “I—” Bianca gasped at the next hard thrust, but his fingers started to pluck a rhythm over her clit. Still too light, too gentle to overwhelm the ache in her backside. “I like it. I like your cock in my ass, Sir. Just, just please—”

  “Don’t you remember what I promised?” he whispered, low and rumbling as his hips clapped against her ass and he trailed licking, nipping kisses over her ribs.

  Remember? She’d be fucking lucky to be able to say her own name right now.

  Silas chuckled and started to rub her in earnest, and it was like a domino effect of pleasure. Each new perfect circle of his fingers on her clit was compounding the pleasure, sending a fresh golden rush through her veins, until everything was tumbling, crashing, waiting for him to say the word.

  “I promised to make it hurt… and then I promised to make it feel really good.” He bit down on her back before easing the pain with a lick, still building her with his touch until she was pushing back on his cock. Welcoming him into her ass with bucking hips and indelicate moans. Silas groaned and slammed home. “Come, girl. Let go.”

  Everything whirled, coalesced, and then exploded. The big bang had nothing on this orgasm as she screamed out her pleasure, limbs yanking at the cuffs as everything tightened, and she felt the swell of his cock as he came too. Lost in gasping pleasure, she wasn’t even aware of him slipping from her until she felt the brush of his blonde hair on the small of her back, the heated exhale of his breaths across her welts.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, and she nodded in silent agreement as she struggled to catch her breath. Coated in sweat, Bianca blinked and tried to make her eyes focus on the people walking around, the sounds of other scenes still in progress filtering through the buzzing in her ears.

  That had been… earth shattering, and something inside her was rattling around in the aftermath. She just didn’t have the level of awareness necessary to identify it.

  But it was important.

  Chapter 7

  He’d blown a fuse.

  That was the only way he could explain the way his head felt after that orgasm. Sure, he’d been blue-balling his way through most of the evening already, but the anal? Fuck. He hadn’t even been sure she’d be able to take him all the way, even if he’d planned on at least trying to fit — and she had fought, and screamed loud enough to draw Terry’s attention.

  But then she’d announced to the fucking club that she’d wanted him to fuck her ass.

  Taunted him.

  Told him she liked it.

  And his mind had completely blanked out. Gone like old school static on the TV. The orgasm had been powerful, impossibly fucking good, but now he needed to get his motor functions back under control so he could stand upright and take care of her… as soon as the room didn’t feel like it was tilting anymore.

  Silas managed to make his hands stroke along her waist, squeezing, and then he kissed the small of her back. That delicate, feminine curve that always drew his eye. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, and a small noise came from her that must have been an acknowledgement.

  She was probably more spaced out than he was after all that. Bracing his hands on the padded table, he pushed upright and simply stared at the dark mess of curls rolling over the welts on her back. The hair-tie was long gone, and she was still breathing fast, but she was okay. He glanced down to double check, and although her ass was red, there was no blood. Bianca would be just fine, but that didn’t change his plans.

  Easing down to the floor he planted one knee and untied the rope from her ankle cuffs. Her feet moved inward a little, drawn by the tension in her thighs, but she was still mostly limp. Unsure if that was a point of concern yet, Silas felt a surge of adrenaline that allowed him to stand, mostly steady.

  He kept one hand on the table as he moved to her wrist and untied the rope, doing the same for the other, and then he leaned down to be close to her perfect mouth. All of the lipstick seemed to be gone, leaving behind the barest wine-colored stain on her lips. But, she was covered in a sheen of sweat, and although the heat was on it wasn’t near warm enough for a sub after all that.

  Terry appeared at his side, way too fucking quiet for a guy even bigger than he was. “What does she need?”

  “You her fairy godmother tonight?” he asked, glancing at the other man whose eyes were glued to Bianca’s form.

  “That was a hard scene, Si
las.” A hint of reproach in the man’s tone, but not anger. He’d forced her to look at the DM, to tell him that she’d asked for it. Because, while he may like it rough, there was no chance in hell he’d cross the line of consent with a woman and he had needed the other man to know that.

  “She handled it beautifully. I need a blanket though.” Turning, he tilted his head towards the co-ed showers. “Are there wash cloths in there?”

  “Of course.” Terry nodded. “I’ll grab a blanket, you stay with her.”

  Silas just nodded, watching as Bianca floated, possibly dozing after the intense scene and her orgasm that had been so powerful it had sent him over the edge without warning. He stepped closer to her, brushing the hair out of her face, and gently running his fingers over her skin, tracing the little bite marks he’d left. She’d taken so many marks, so much intense play, and still had enough of a smart mouth to ask if he was going to keep fucking her while his cock was in her ass.

  “You and your mouth…” The memory made him smile, and he continued stroking her skin softly, giving her the physical contact she needed until he had a blanket to wrap her up. Just his luck, he saw Spencer approaching, passing by a scene with a Dom swinging a particularly vicious looking single tail.

  The man glanced at Bianca before meeting him with a steady gaze. “You trying to break her, or just having a bad week?”

  Silas shrugged. “She’s fine.”

  “She looks unconscious.”

  “She’s resting. Terry is getting a blanket for her.” His palm flattened across her back, an unnecessarily possessive move that he hadn’t been able to stop. Spencer was with Klara, and this was what Spencer had wanted when he’d had him sign up, for him to be himself, unrestrained… right?

  Spencer made a noncommittal sound, evaluating him with his gaze before it slid off and back to Bianca. Unfortunately, the dark cane cuts on her ass and the angry welts and forming bruises on her upper back, ass, and thighs, weren’t helping his case. “I told Terry not to interrupt your scene unless he heard a safeword, but tell me, do you think she wanted to?”