Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, page 47
What had she gotten herself into?
Chapter 2
Trenton sat at the bar in Black Light West, thankful to be back in familiar surroundings after two months of filming in Australia. When his friend Jaxson had asked if he wanted to celebrate his grand return by participating in a charity auction with a twist, Trenton had readily agreed. It’s not like he had anything better to do on Valentine’s Day, and the prospect of being matched with an eager submissive who’d won him in an online auction had been too good to resist.
Now here he sat, nursing an Old Fashioned, thirty minutes before the start of Celebrity Roulette. His blood heated and his cock stirred in his jeans, his anticipation over the evening to come growing with each passing second. He wondered who had won him for the evening and cast a curious glance over his shoulder, but he didn’t catch anyone watching him. He turned around and took another sip of his drink.
Based on his MF pairing, he supposed a spoiled socialite had likely placed the highest bid. Maybe even a wealthy divorcee or widow. This was Los Angeles, after all. But that was no fucking problem. He would enjoy playing with a spoiled little submissive, making her blush, making her obey, and punishing her when she failed to follow his instructions.
But Christ, he really fucking hoped they spun intercourse as one of their activities.
Vaginal or anal, it didn’t matter.
After spending the last two months filming in a remote part of the Australian outback, he was ready to fuck a submissive woman completely senseless. Whoever the winner was, not only would she get her money’s worth, but she would be sore between her thighs for days.
If he hadn’t returned home to a mess involving his younger brother, he would’ve had time to visit Black Light already and satiate his needs. But the first week back he’d had to bail Chuck out of jail and drag him to a rehab center upstate. Once Trenton returned to L.A. from that unexpected trip, he spent several days looking in on Chuck’s wife and kids, making sure they had everything they needed and assuring them that Chuck would get sober and come home soon. He only hoped he wasn’t lying. He was paying for Chuck’s rehab and wouldn’t let his brother’s wife and kids go without. Beyond that, there wasn’t much Trenton could do, and he hated the fucking helplessness of the situation.
Downing the last sip of his Old Fashioned, he resolved to push all thoughts of family troubles from his mind this evening. He needed to stay focused on the submissive woman who’d placed the winning bid on him, where his control and domination would be welcomed. Leaving the bar area, he slowly made his way through the opulent rooms of Black Light. He greeted acquaintances he passed, some of them actors who’d starred in movies alongside him.
When he reached the large movie theater where festivities would begin, he spotted a pretty young woman with flowing blonde curls leaning against the wall, sipping a glass of champagne. She wore killer heels, a tight mini-skirt, and a skimpy halter-top that shimmered in the light of the decorative sconces. Her stomach was flat and toned, her legs were long and lithe.
Who was she? A spectator come to watch Celebrity Roulette? Or a participant?
Despite her revealing outfit, there was an innocence about her that intrigued him. Perhaps it was the lost look in her eyes, a spark of loneliness so subtle that most people wouldn’t notice it. She wasn’t mingling with anyone, and he got the sense that even though she was obviously a member here, she still felt out of place. He had the ridiculous urge to stroll up to her, take her in his arms, and promise her she was about to have an enjoyable evening.
His pulse quickened when he realized she looked familiar. Had he met her before? Was she an actress whose name he couldn’t remember? He racked his brain but came up empty.
Just as she lifted the champagne glass to her lips, her gaze locked with his. Suddenly, she gagged on her drink and started coughing. She turned her back on him and coughed harder.
After grabbing a glass of water off the tray of a passing waiter, Trenton approached the woman and offered her the drink. “Here you go. Drink this. It’ll help.”
Her deep blue eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly as she stared at him, giving him the same awestruck look women who ran into him in public usually gave him. Sometimes he hated this particular look, but on her he fucking loved it.
He took the champagne from her hand and replaced it with the water, again urging her to drink it. With her face reddening further, she tilted her head back and took a long, drawn out drink of the water. Once she finished, she only gave one last tiny cough.
“Thank you,” she said. “The bubbles must have gotten to me. I don’t drink champagne often.”
“You’re very welcome.” He paused to fully appreciate her beauty. She really did have the most stunning blue eyes, and it took all his self-control to keep himself from moving closer and running his hands through her hair. “Have we met before?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Nope, I don’t think so.” A fresh flush spread up from her neck to cover her entire face. “Well, I mean I know who you are, Mr. Banks, but we’ve never actually met before. It’s nice to, um, meet you.”
He gave her a brief but warm smile. “May I ask your name?”
“Serena.” An alarmed look took over her lovely features. “I mean, Sunshine. My play name is Sunshine.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sunshine.” Secretly, he was fucking thrilled to know her real name. Even if only her first name. Serena. Little Serena Sunshine.
Fuck. What was he doing? In minutes, he would learn who’d won him for the night. Openly ogling another woman right now was most definitely a dick move. The winning submissive might be watching him right now. But fuck if he couldn’t help giving Sunshine another admiring look, his gaze sweeping from her head to her toes and taking in every glorious curve of her toned little form.
He took a deep breath and returned his eyes to hers, delighting in the blush that stained her cheeks. What he wouldn’t give to play with her for a few hours. Perhaps he would run into her on another night and they could share in a scene. His blood heated at the thought. In his experience, the shy, innocent looking ones always came the hardest. He’d bet the earnings from his last movie that her panties—if she was wearing any—were soaked through by now. Judging by the hitching of her breath and the dilating of her pupils, his nearness had an effect on her.
Little Serena Sunshine would be his. Maybe not tonight. But soon.
“I have to head up to the stage now.” He returned her champagne back to her, his fingers grazing hers for one delicious, tense second. “Perhaps we will run into each other later.”
“Yes, Mr. Banks, perhaps we will.”
He entered the movie theater and went to stand close to the stage near some of the other contestants. He recognized a few musicians, as well as a baseball player and a model. A nice variety of celebrities, he decided.
Trenton checked his watch. Five minutes until start time. His pulse raced and he inhaled a deep breath, feeling a surge of power at knowing that he would soon meet his submissive female for the night.
But the sudden sound of a woman crying out in pain pulled his attention to the opposite side of the movie theater. He turned to see a crowd of people forming around someone on the floor. Alarmed, he peered at the scene, only to see the baseball player in front of him rushing into the crowd.
“She tripped her on purpose!” a tall woman standing a few rows back yelled, pointing at a smirking dark-haired woman who was sitting near the scene and holding an umbrella. “I saw it! She stuck her umbrella out and tripped her!” Several other spectators called out, confirming the accusations.
Apparently, the crowd was gathered around a woman on the floor who’d fallen, and the baseball player moved between them and knelt on the floor, though Trenton couldn’t see the hurt woman. A shouting match soon erupted between several DMs and the accused woman, whose voice hurt Trenton’s ears as she screeched out her denial. The crowd grew larger and Trenton had a difficult time seeing or hearing what was going on. Eventually, the baseball played carried the injured woman out of the theater and Miguel, who Trenton vaguely remembered was head of security, escorted the protesting dark-haired woman from the movie theater as well.
Jaxson, one of the owners of Black Light, quickly brought order to the room. “Sorry for the early drama, folks. I promise the rest of the night will have less of an ‘assault and battery vibe’ and more of a ‘naughty sub gets punished’ feel.”
The crowd chuckled and everyone soon returned to their seats and spotlights illuminated a stage in front of the screen. A few seconds later, a pretty blonde who looked full of energy stepped up, holding some index cards and a short leather crop. Trenton thought she looked vaguely familiar but couldn’t quite place her.
Fuck, what was it with him and pretty blondes and not remembering their names?
Jaxson, Chase, and Emma followed the blonde onto the stage, and Trenton finally recognized her as Madison Taylor, Club Manager for Runway, the popular club located above Black Light, although she was dressed much differently than she usually did. Rather than wearing typical L.A. designer clothes, tonight she wore a tight black leather outfit with high heeled boots that gave off a dominatrix vibe.
At the 7:00 start time, Jaxson gave a quick welcome speech. They soon introduced Madison Taylor as the Mistress of Ceremonies for the evening. Jaxson lowered the microphone and moved to the side next to Chase and Emma, and the peppy blonde soon moved in front of the mic and beamed at the crowd.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for coming. Like, I know it’s hotter than hell with us jammed into the theater together, so let’s get this show on the road so we can all spread out.” She turned to the celebrities to finish her thought. “And I know you’re all very anxious to find out who has won the honor of playing with you tonight.” She proceeded to give a quick run-down of the rules, which Trenton had already memorized from the materials on the member’s website.
The first three pairings were announced and the activity wheel spun for each one. With each one, he got more on edge wondering when it would be his turn. He was happy he didn’t have to wait too long.
“Our next celebrity contestant is the one, the only, Trenton Banks! As we are all aware, Trenton has starred in dozens of action movies. If you haven’t seen at least one of them, then shame on you!”
The spectators cheered as Trenton made his way onto the stage. Though he was used to people staring at him, particularly in public, despite all his fame and wealth he couldn’t help but experience a twinge of self-consciousness. Aside from award ceremonies, he hadn’t actually stepped on a stage, in front of so many eyes, since his early days as an actor. He reminded himself that despite the title of the event—Celebrity Roulette—tonight he was just a man and he could be his dominant self without the pressure of remembering his lines. His only concern tonight was his submissive, and whoever she turned out to be he planned to take damn good care of her.
Madison’s boots clicked on the stage as she walked closer and glanced at a card in her hand. “The lucky submissive to place the winning bid of fifty-two thousand dollars on Trenton Banks is...Sunshine! Come on up, Sunshine, and you can spin the activity wheel.”
Sunshine. His heart raced. Little Serena Sunshine who couldn’t drink champagne without coughing had placed the winning bid. Yet outside the movie theater, she’d given him no indication that she was the winner.
As the naughty little girl approached the stage, taking slow, small steps as if to keep herself steady, his blood heated and his cock stiffened in his jeans. He moved to the steps to assist her onto the stage, reveling in the feel of her tiny hand in his large one.
“Nice to see you again, Sunshine.”
“Errr…hi, Mr. Banks.” She blushed profusely and avoided his gaze, as if embarrassed by the reminder of their first meeting only minutes ago.
But had it really been their first meeting? He could swear he’d stared into her breathtaking blue eyes at least once before. But when? And where? Fuck his sleep deprived brain.
A shudder ran through her as he pulled her close. He wrapped an arm around her and guided her to the roulette wheel where Madison was waiting.
“Ready to spin?” Madison asked with a dazzling white smile. “I’m, like, so happy you two matched up. You look so cute together! Don’t they look cute together, folks?”
More applause and cheers rang out.
“We’re ready to spin, Madison,” Trenton said, anxious to discover which activity they would enjoy together first.
Madison passed Sunshine a marble and winked at them. Then she gave Sunshine the go ahead to spin.
Trenton released his hold on Sunshine, allowing her enough space to spin the wheel and toss in the marble. As they watched the wheel spinning, he placed his arm back around her and enjoyed the catch of her breath when he did so. Why had she bid on him? Was she a fangirl? He hoped she liked the real him and didn’t expect him to put on a big-macho-guy-life-of-the-party show for her. He was a dom and he liked women very, very much, but he wasn’t the characters he played in his movies. In real life, he was more laid back and quieter.
The wheel came to a stop on…ABDL.
Trenton’s cock hardened further.
Fuck yes. He would enjoy this one.
He glanced down at Sunshine, only to see a look of mild confusion spreading over her lovely features. But she soon plastered on a polite smile, as if to prove she was happy with the activity.
“ABDL!” Madison announced into the mic. “And that isn’t on either of their hard-limits list so have fun!”
Several loud whoops came from the crowd.
Trenton escorted Sunshine off to the side, where the other paired couples were standing, keeping his arm wrapped tight around her. A surge of protectiveness for the little blonde pummeled through him. As the remaining pairings got underway, she fidgeted beside him.
Finally, she peered up at him from underneath thick dark eyelashes. “So, um, ADBL. Is that one of your favorite activities?”
“It’s ABDL, not ADBL,” he gently corrected. When the confusion in her eyes from earlier returned, he wondered how experienced she was. “Sunshine, do you know what ABDL stands for?”
Her eyes widened, then she bit her bottom lip and glanced away. “I-I…” Her voice trailed off. “No, Mr. Banks, I do not. I’m sorry, I hope you aren’t disappointed. I confess I sort of skimmed over the list of activities and simply focused on checking off my hard limits, which as it so happens are the same as yours. But I’m a fast learner and I’ve very much enjoyed the last month I’ve been a member of Black Light.”
A newbie. All the blood in his body rushed to his cock. No wonder there was an innocence about her. She was in way, way over her head. With a bit of arrogance, he mused how lucky she was to have won the night with him, rather than some of the other less experienced celebrity doms standing on stage.
He leaned down, placing his lips to her ear. “ABDL stands for adult baby diaper lover.”
She gasped and turned to peer directly at him. “It stands for what?”
“Adult baby diaper lover,” he repeated. “My my, Sunshine, look at you blushing. I think you’re looking forward to having Daddy tend to all your needs, including diapering your cute little bottom.”
Chapter 3
Holy fuck. Serena could scarcely breath.
Adult baby diaper lover.
She’d heard of the kink before, but she’d never realized it went by an abbreviation. When she’d seen ABDL on the roulette wheel, she certainly hadn’t put two and two together. There were a lot of kinks on the wheel with which she was only vaguely familiar.
When she visited Black Light West, she typically enjoyed roleplaying with the doms. Teacher/student was her favorite scenario. And last week, she’d enjoyed a lengthy boss/employee scene, during which she was scolded for not answering the phones properly, bent over a desk and spanked with a ruler, then fucked long and hard for being such an errant employee. A sore bottom and a sore pussy will help remind you to take your duties more seriously, her boss had told her, and heat pulsed in her sex at the remembrance.
Oh, how she liked to become lost in such a scene and pretend she was someone else. For a few precious hours, she wasn’t Serena Hawthorne, heir to the Hawthorne Hotel empire with a reputation for being a party girl. She was someone else. Anyone else—preferably someone who didn’t have to worry about having her picture snapped every time she left the house. She supposed a man as famous as Trenton Banks, who appeared in the tabloids far more often than her, could understand her feelings in regards to publicity. From what she could tell, he tried to go incognito whenever he went out in public, but the paparazzi still managed to recognize him from time to time.
Her stomach flipped. Would he really diaper her bottom?
Shame coursed through her and she couldn’t help but squirm in place. Arousal quickened in her core, the molten waves of desire making it hard to think. At least, judging by the heated gleam in his eyes as he promised to tend to all her needs and diaper her, he seemed excited by the prospect of an ABDL scene.
Despite her embarrassment over not only the activity, but her lack of knowledge as well, the pulses affecting her between her thighs grew stronger with each moment. Her nipples tightened against her pleather halter top, the stiffened peaks chafing against the material with each rapid inhale.
Trenton’s breath wafted against her ear again. “For the remainder of the evening, you are to call me ‘Daddy.’” He tightened his hold on her, causing little shudders to afflict her. His nearness, not to mention the intoxicating scent of his masculine cologne, the very same scent he’d worn on the balcony, scattered her senses. If not for his support, she feared she might lose her balance in her ridiculously high heels. “Baby girl, I want to hear you say it now. Call me ‘Daddy.’”
“Da-Daddy,” she uttered. Warmth rushed through her.
