Black Light_Roulette Redux

by Livia Grant

  Hadlee ducked, the chain pulling up her arms and into her shoulders, restricting her movements. She couldn’t see it, but the nipple clamps had to be linked together, because whatever leash Garreth was attaching them to, he was shortening the length, pulling at her nipples until her breasts plumped together.

  “Oh, I like that,” Noah said, and another scoop of melting ice cream was dropped into the valley between her breasts. A tap of the spoon smooshed it down, lodging it in place against her skin.

  Oh, the stickiness. Hadlee rolled her lips against the tickling giggles that clogged the back of her throat. It’s okay, she told herself. Over and over again. She could do this. This wasn’t so bad. The little drips were everywhere, but Noah’s hand massaging the dripping ice cream into her hair felt good in a weird way. Kind of relaxing, despite the cold patches melting on her scalp, between her thighs and breasts, and running down the back of her neck and behind one ear.

  Something hard touched her bottom lip and Hadlee flinched back.

  “Open,” Garreth said softly.

  Though her instinct was to roll her lips together, protecting them from what she couldn’t see, she hesitantly opened. This was Garreth, after all. And she already knew what was in the food box, so it wasn’t like he was going to slip a cockroach past her lips.

  A dab of chocolate syrup was squeezed from the bottle directly onto her bottom lip. She licked, a soft mew of appreciation escaping at the taste.

  A tap to the underside of her chin was her only warning. “Tip your head back.”

  She mewed as she obeyed, cringing she was that certain she was about to have it poured into her hair.

  Except Garreth didn’t. He poured it onto her forehead instead, drizzling outward to coat her cheeks, her chin, and across both her mouth and the bridge of her nose. If not for the nightmask, it probably would have been in her eyes. Her mew became a squeal, and the horrified giggles at last broke free as she felt the drips go everywhere. Falling onto her back, her shoulders; flowing all over her breasts as he worked outward, continuously squeezing the bottle until every part of her ran in chocolate. Her toes curled tight, crinkling the tarp. She bounced in her chair, wanting to shake the mess off her. She could smell it. She could feel it. The stickiness was all over her, but worst of all, it was on her hands.

  Another bump against her bottom lip. She still flinched, though not as hard as the first time.

  “Open,” Noah told her.

  A touch of honey dripping onto her shyly extending tongue, a sweet reward for her obedience. Then Noah followed Garreth’s lead. Honey drizzled in a spiral away from her mouth, sweeping across her chin and up her cheek. She ducked, but it still found its way into her hair.

  “Ungh!” she squealed, muffling the cry behind tightly pressed lips. She bounced in her chair all over again, the cuffs rattling against the chair because she could not hold still. Was it honey or chocolate she could feel dripping down her back? It followed the path of the ice cream, now almost completely melted but still pooling where it gathered on the seat of her chair around her butt and hips. At least it wasn’t cold anymore. Not really.

  Someone caught the clamps on her nipples, jiggling them to make her breasts bounce and what little remained of the ice cream caught between them plopped through the gap into her lap. The warmth of someone’s hand followed, pushing the mess down further, right up against the well of heat that most wanted not to feel cold.

  “Open,” Garreth said, as the tips of two fingers sought and found her clit.

  Her breathing both quickened and faltered. Hadlee obeyed.

  Someone kissed her. Was it Garreth or was it Noah? Her lips responded, yielding softly no matter who it was, matching their gentle pressure. She even chased it a short way when that single, tender kiss ended too soon and pulled away.

  Something soft and wet touched her lips. She opened without being told and tasted strawberry.

  Her nipples began to ache, something she wasn’t really aware of until she felt the leash between the clamps jostle. One after the other, the clamps abandoned their biting holds, leaving her nipples to pulse and throb as blood rushed back into the tips. The bite of the clamps hadn’t been harsh enough or left on long enough to leave her truly hurting, but her nipples were more sensitive. Sensitive enough to feel the oozing drizzle of—was it honey or chocolate—dribbling onto first one and then the other.

  “Nice,” Noah said, just before the heat of a man’s hungry mouth fastened on her right breast. Her breath caught, and then left her altogether as a second mouth latched on to her left.

  They sucked in tandem, the same slow show of unison they had fallen into during the heat of her flogging. Only now it wasn’t just their mouths, but the fingers between her legs, all three moving in synchronized time, a sensual pulling, circling and rubbing that left her trembling. What were they using as a cue? She couldn’t tell, but it was non-verbal, because all three touches—the mouths at her breasts and the fingers on her clit—broke contact at the same time. She whimpered, but the touches abandoned her.

  “Would you like a drink?” Garreth offered.

  Breaktime already? A little disappointed, Hadlee nodded, lifting her chin, ready for the touch of a water bottle against her lips.

  Ice cold milk sluiced over her head, washing over her shoulders and down both her back and chest in an instant shock of cold. Hadlee shrieked, arching in her bonds, but the milk could not be escaped. Her nipples throbbed harder. So did her clit. Her body was insane! This wasn’t pleasurable, this wasn’t erotic. Somebody was laughing. Jesus, it was her!

  “Stop!” she shrieked, ducking her head to get out from under the steady pour. The smell of bananas was as strong as the wetness was cold. What, did he have a gallon jug of the stuff? “Stop, please!”

  But ‘stop’ was not a safeword and milk continued to stream over her. Over her face, bringing the taste of banana milk, honey and chocolate into her mouth until she closed it. Down her back, which was the worst. She shivered as the cold spread everywhere. It didn’t wash away the ice cream, but rather pooled on the seat around her hips, making the cool metal even colder. It was in every crack and every crevice of her long before Garreth finally stopped pouring. Panting hard, goosebumps breaking out all over, still laughing and feeling nowhere near as submissive as she was vengeful, Hadlee shook her head. Violently, like a dog, and splattered milk everywhere.

  “And now we know where the Gallagher section is,” Noah laughed, along with several others.

  “You think so,” Garreth growled close to her ear, but she could hear the amusement in his voice. “Open.”

  She opened. She would have loved to bite, to show them all she was nowhere near toothless, but he refused to let her. She chased the softness that brushed across her lips, but as if he knew what she intended, he only caressed her with the unknown item, keeping it just ahead of her teeth and out of her reach. What was it? Not a finger or a strawberry. Neither cold nor hot. She waited, dripping, her breasts aching to be suckled again, and licked her lips. It had a taste, a sweetness that should have been familiar, but she couldn’t place it, not until he brought it in to caress her lips again. She chased it back the other direction, trying not to bite now, but to catch it on her tongue first. To identify it. She growled her frustration when it vanished beyond her reach again.

  A hand locked in her wet and sticky hair, yanking her up stiff and straight in her chair. Submission melted her instantly. Her knees parted wider; her growl became a sigh.

  “Open,” Garreth told her, his grip on her hair unshakeable, unbreakable. Absolute.

  She opened. The tip of the banana she had been chasing pressed to her lips. Despite her earlier playfulness, her momentary childish need for vengeance, she let her jaw go slack. Curling her lips to protect the soft flesh from her teeth, she turned her mouth into a willing sheath, showing him exactly how obedient she could be. Would be. Wanted to be, if only he would replace the banana with something more desirous. Thicker. Warmer.
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  Him.

  Heat blossomed in her belly and, like the milk, spilled over, flowing down to wet her with everything else pooling between her legs on the seat.

  And all Garreth did was slide the peeled tip of that banana a little deeper into her mouth. It only touched halfway back on her tongue, invading her no more than an inch or so, before he withdrew it again all the way to the very edge of her bottom lip. “Lick.”

  She licked, tracing the rounded end with her tongue, flicking it in the same teasing motion she would so have loved to use on him. Was Garreth watching? Was he getting hard? Was Noah? How many people were gathered now around the periphery of this scene, watching as he dipped that banana back into her mouth, fucking her with it. Watching as she enjoyed it.

  Her pussy quivered. She tried to take it deeper, but he held her head too tightly, and kept each motion shallow and safe until he was content.

  “Bite,” he said.

  She did, then held the manageable piece in her mouth until he released her hair, releasing her from the wonderful spell of his authority. Chewing, she swallowed to clear her mouth for more, but he didn’t offer any. Instead, the smell of peanut butter overwhelmed her next indrawn breath and on it went.

  They put it in her hair and on her breasts, where the chunky bits of peanut lightly scraped her as they rubbed it into her, until her already sensitive nipples cried for more. She lost track of how many hands were on her. It seemed like so much more than two, massaging peanut butter into her shoulders and down her back, her legs, and even her feet. Little chunks got caught between her toes. They were between her thighs too, all over her belly and under the weighted flesh of her breasts. She ate strawberries and sweet bites of pineapple while they drenched her in the juice. They covered her in sprinkles, rubbing it everywhere, even under her arms and into her hair. They doused her in chocolate again, she could feel it dripping from her face even as she offered up her lips so they could cover them in sprinkles.

  The hiss of canned whipped cream told her it was almost over. It was a bittersweet sensation, feeling those airy swirls as they mounded whipped cream all over her sex, up her belly to her breasts. Covering the top of her head until the can ran empty, and then dousing her in chopped nuts before propping a cherry between her sprinkle-covered lips.

  “Now that is good enough to eat,” Noah proclaimed.

  Her belly flooded all over again. The need to jump up and wash was still there, but not so torturous that she didn’t remain perched as she was while they removed the cuffs from her ankles and her wrists. Her whole body shuddered at the touch of someone’s lips, nibbling stray sprinkles from around her breast, while avoiding the peak of the nipple that ached to be tasted that way; and then shivered deeply all over at the heat of the mouth that closed over each of her fingertips in turn. She didn’t know which mouth was Garreth’s and which was Noah’s. Neither kissing caress lasted anywhere near long enough.

  Her blindfold was saved for last, which was probably for the best. One look at the mess that was her lap—they’d turned into its own sundae, complete with sprinkles, drizzles of chocolate and a cherry on top—and she almost dropped the one she was holding between her lips. She didn’t know when Noah and Garreth summoned over Black Light’s photographer, but he was already circling her, snapping picture after picture.

  “Fucking awesome,” he chuckled, coming to stand in front of her. Camera at the ready, he adjusted the settings as Noah and Garreth came in for what Hadlee assumed would be the final group shot. She wasn’t at all prepared for the heated excitement that hummed straight up through her sex when Noah placed his hand on the back of her chair, bending down to her eye level as he said, “With your permission, luv, we’d like to take a couple more shots with me taking the cherry from your lips and Garreth taking the one between your legs. No pressure now,” he cautioned. “Just shake your head no, and we’ll take the last shot with us standing by your chair. Nod your head yes, and he’s going to get down on his knees and I’m going to kiss you breathless. What do you say, luv? How do you prefer the scene to end?”

  Her nipples were hard as diamond tips. She could have cut glass with them. Unable even to look at Garreth for fear she might chicken out, she nodded.

  Noah’s smile didn’t change, but there was a heated wanting that sparked in the depths of his blue eyes. Her pulse quickened as she trembled. She didn’t want to, but the eagerness was more than any person’s body could contain, especially hers. Especially when the heat of Garreth’s broad hand settled on her right knee. He nudged her legs wider apart before lowering himself to his own knees between them.

  He was kneeling in a mess and he didn’t seem to care. He was touching an even bigger mess, willingly getting his pants, his shirt, and every part of him that grazed any part of her sticky in an instant. She wanted to roll her lips. She wanted to lick them, but she was terrified of knocking her candy-coating loose before either Noah or Garreth could take their agreed upon prizes.

  Garreth’s other hand settled on her left knee. He was touching both of them now, holding them apart while Noah’s finger tapped lightly under her chin, lifting her face toward his.

  “Ready,” the photographer said.

  Garreth’s hands slid up her thighs from her knees to her hips. If he meant to steady her, it only increased her trembling. Even her breath shook now. Her heart was mirroring the acrobatics taking place in her stomach. Hadlee stared fixed into Noah’s eyes, feeling only Garreth’s touch while every dancing nerve inside her clamoring for what was coming next.

  “On three,” the photographer said. “One…”

  Noah lowered himself to her eye level, but she was barely aware of him. The anticipation was killing her. Her thighs were shaking, something she knew Garreth could feel especially when he nudged both her legs that much wider and slid his hands up to the middle of her thighs.

  “Two…”

  She made a tiny noise in the very back of her locked-up throat. She didn’t mean to. She couldn’t help it, not when the hugeness of Garreth’s hands were wrapping around her hips, his fingers digging a little into her buttocks, kneading her there.

  “You really are a beauty,” Noah said, weaving his fingers into the mess that was her hair. He gripped her, holding her head steady for the kiss that was coming. The kiss that would make her breathless, he had said. Frankly, she was already there. “Thank you,” he said, “for making my last dungeon party in the States one to remember. Your blokey, Garreth, he’s a lucky man.”

  We’re not really together, Hadlee almost said, but that was when Garreth heaved her hips right up to the very edge of her seat. If it weren’t for Noah’s grasp on her ponytail, she was pretty sure, she’d have fallen off her chair.

  “Three!” the photographer cheered.

  Hadlee never saw the flash of his camera, but she did see flashing lights. First in the ones shooting off like fireworks behind her eyelids as Noah’s mouth slanted over hers, robbing her of that silly cherry before she accidentally inhaled and almost choked on it. He sent half the sprinkles on her mouth scattering in a kiss meant to say hello, goodbye and I-know-I’ll-probably-never-see-you-again. And it did steal her breath, he drank it right out of her mouth and damn if she knew how to take another one because that was when the heat of Garreth’s arms hooked under her legs, damn near lifting her ass off the chair so he could take his prize.

  Hadlee forgot everything. How to gasp, how to move, how to think… it all scattered like birds on the wind, because while Garreth was supposed to be taking the cherry, he knocked all that and most of the whipped cream aside in order to bury his face in between her legs. His mouth latched onto the lips of her sex with scalding ferocity.

  Her back arched; her mouth rounded. She moaned, low and guttural, and grabbed onto Noah’s shoulders. Her hips found a life of their own, grinding back down on the tongue sweeping up through her folds in a lashing search for her clit. Her eyes flew open as Noah, grinning, broke his kiss. She saw the sprinkles and choco
late smeared across his mouth and chin and even on his nose.

  And then she saw the second light, not flashing like the photographer’s camera, but steady and small. A bright red beam easily concealed among that crowd of onlookers.

  Oh! Garreth’s mouth.

  Hadlee arched, choking back her cry as he found her at last and latched on.

  “Soo-ee, piggy…”

  Her eyes shot back to that tiny pinhead of a red light, the one rule Black Light strictly forbade. Her heart locked up in her chest as she finally focused beyond it, staring through the darkness until the shadowed face just above the light became recognizable. Ethen. His mouth was twisted in a smirk of amusement and disgust; his cellphone was partially hidden in his hands, apart from the camera parts required to record what she was doing.

  Filthy little beast, he mouthed, cutting through her pleasure with all the surgical precision of an icy scalpel.

  And just like that, she was once more stumbling along behind him, being dragged by her hair out to kneel in the mud wallow outside his pig barn.

  Hadlee shook her head, refusing to think about it. That night had been a long time ago. She was over it, past it. She didn’t have to sit here and constantly relive it. Not for him. Not for anyone.

  She tried to focus on Noah, whose smile had dimmed. She wasn’t moving anymore. She was still holding on, but she wasn’t grinding or rocking up into Garreth’s mouth anymore, and maybe he could see something was wrong in her face, because one look at her and now he too was searching the audience. Hadlee looked again, but Ethen had concealed his phone.

  “What is it?” Noah asked.

  Garreth scrubbed chocolate from his face with the back of his arm. “What’s the matter?”

  “He’s filming us on his phone,” Hadlee cried, she meant to whisper it but even with the noise of all the people applauding around them, her voice carried with shocking volume.