Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, page 58
I haven’t been there in a long while, and now that I’m back from Europe, I can safely say I need a scene. That’s one of the reasons I can never act on my feelings for Kaelin. She’s twenty-three now, there’s no longer a danger of her being too young for me, but if she knew what I needed sexually, she wouldn’t be so quick to offer herself up.
When I got the email from Jaxson and Chase inviting me to be one of the celebrities on the auction block this year, I agreed. Not because I want the recognition, but because it will be great to get back into the scene after spending far too long on the road. And since all the money will be donated to a charity chosen by the owners of Black Light, it’s a great cause. Lord knows I don’t need it.
Once the door slides open, I’m off the plane in seconds. Security guards, along with my entourage, follow me through the airport and into a secure lounge where I’m able to wait for my ride.
But as soon as I enter the space, I see her.
Long blonde hair hangs in waves down her back. Her short and sensually curvy frame is hugged by a dress so tight it looks painted on. Her ass has the perfect curve of a peach and I can’t help groaning at the thought of seeing her porcelain skin stained blood red. I’d love to mark her, to make her scream, whimper, and beg, but she’s off limits in more ways than one.
And that’s the other reason I’ve pushed her advances away.
She may not throw herself at me like my fans do, but she does flirt. There have been so many times over the past few years that I wanted to give in but didn’t. I’ve given her the cold shoulder, making her believe I hate her. I have my reasons. She’d run a mile if she knew I was a sadist. A Dominant that would make her cry and scream while I filled her with my cock.
My sexual needs run darker than most, and I’m turned on by things that would have the little princess hiding from me every time I entered her home. I can’t help smiling at the thought of chasing her through the house, catching her and pinning her down on that pretty blue and white bed while she squirms beneath me.
It’s always taken all my restraint to stay away from Kaelin, and right now, her twenty-three year-old body is more temptation than ever before. She’s legal. She’s fucking beautiful. And I’m dying to see how she’d look kneeling before me while her wide eyes tear up while I’m forcing my dick down her delicate throat.
“Jed.” She smiles when she notices me sauntering up to her.
I don’t offer her a friendly greeting because I love seeing her knocked down a peg. Humiliation is one of my kinks, seeing how those shimmering eyes gloss over with tears makes my dick throb. The princess before me is far too spoiled, and sometimes, girls like her enjoy the rough more than the kindness I could offer her.
“Where’s my driver?” The deep grunt of my voice is enough to give her gorgeous smile a tilt and her face turns almost sad. I say almost because there’s still a fire dancing in her eyes which makes me want to see how much she’ll take from me.
My question causes her lips to turn into a sour pout. She waves her hand in the air behind her when she responds. “He’s helping my dad with something.” Dropping her arm to her side, I watch as her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.
“Fine, let’s go. I’m tired.” Sauntering by her, I ignore the soft clicking of her heels behind me. Those shoes would look amazing on my bed while her legs are spread wide as I spank her cunt with my leather belt. Could she handle the pain? I’d love to find out. I glance over my shoulder at her before noticing how she’s drinking me in with those big green eyes.
Shaking my head from the errant thoughts, I sigh in relief when I notice she’s driving her father’s Bentley. Her tiny Porsche is bright pink, and I didn’t feel like squeezing into those seats today. I pull open the back door when I notice her bodyguard exiting the passenger side. He’s one of the men I’ve seen around the Le Blanc mansion when her father’s had parties. He’s like a fucking watchdog. Perhaps it’s jealousy that courses through me knowing he spends more time around her than I ever can. I’ve never given into that emotion with Kaelin because she’s been off limits all the time I’ve known her.
I settle in the backseat and watch her from behind. She doesn’t meet my gaze, but I know she can feel my glare burning into her. The engine purrs to life and I shut my eyes, wanting to get some rest, but I know I can’t do that until I’m in my own home, my own bed.
“So, are you happy to be back?” Her question filters through the space toward me and her sweet voice makes my body shiver with need. I don’t respond. With my eyes on hers, I reach for the button of the divider and press it. I recall the on the go meeting I had with her father in the back of this car, he told me he needed privacy when clients were with him, so he had it installed. Chuckling softly, I notice her frown on her face as her eyes disappear from view.
I enjoy seeing her overly confident demeanor shift into unsure nervousness when I anger or frustrate her. It’s something that I’ve perfected over the years of knowing sweet little Kaelin. I only do it because I know I’ll never see her the way I truly want—lost in passion, in the euphoria of submission. The place I can take her with a mere lashing of my belt, or my flogger, or even my cane. She’d be the most exquisite piece of art, spread for me, begging for more, or less. Anything to have me give her the gift of release after edging her for hours.
But that can’t happen.
Never mix business and pleasure.
Her father is one of the top agents in L.A. and losing him would be detrimental to my career. All I need is a scene with a beautiful woman this weekend to unwind and stop my mind running riot for the pretty girl in the driver’s seat.
A while later, we’re pulling into the driveway of my home. The house that sits on the property overlooks Los Angeles, has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a cinema, and two studios where I spend most of my time. The Olympic-sized pool is out back with a smaller cottage at the back of the main house where my guests can change.
I push open the door once she’s killed the engine. By the time I’m out of the car, the bodyguard that seems to follow her around like a shadow has taken my luggage from the trunk. Her heels click behind me and I realize she’s following me up to the entrance. I can’t have her in my house because the moment she steps foot inside, I’ll want to pin her against the wall.
“Thank you,” I tell him, leading him up to the door which I unlock. Once he’s placed the suitcases in the foyer, he makes his way back to the car. It’s not until he’s in the passenger seat do I meet those big green eyes. “Have a good day.”
“Why do you have to be such a dick?” Kaelin bites out, shocking me with her little outburst. Normally she’s shy and insecure, but seeing her fire only makes me want to bend her over and spank her even more than I did before.
“Your sassy mouth should respect it’s elders, Princess.” I return her fire with some of my own. Leaning in, I inhale her fragrance. The gentle scent is nothing like I expected, not floral and girly at all, more like a spicy cinnamon which reminds me of those warm pastries I ate in London during the cold winter days.
I’ve spent time around Kaelin before, but I never allowed myself to really take her in. Mainly because the moment I met her, I was new to the industry, and her father had promised me fame. Call me a cold-hearted bastard, but that meant more to me than getting my dick wet. The other reason was far more responsible of me—I didn’t want to go to jail for fucking her at sixteen.
“I’m no princess, Rockstar.” She bites out the last word, spat with a vengeance that makes my dick throb in my jeans. “I’m trying to be friendly.”
“Don’t try. I’m not a man you want to be nice to.”
She folds her arms across her chest which pushes up those perky tits and I can’t help my mind wandering down a dark road. Imagining them all bound in rope while I whip them until she’s screaming bloody murder, which makes me almost come in my pants. “Oh? And what are you then? An asshole?” Her words drag me from the dark.
“I should scare you.” My warning is clear when my voice lowers. “I’m a man who does extremely bad things to pretty girls. I’ll make you cry and when I see your eyes glisten and hear those pouty lips beg me to stop, I’ll smile and continue because it will make my cock hard. Innocent girls shouldn’t poke dangerous animals.”
“Men shouldn’t play up their abilities,” she bites back with fiery venom.
I close the distance between us, but she quickly moves backward until her body has nowhere else to go. The banter has my body thrumming with need, my palms itch and tingle with the urge to feel her flesh burn with the sting of slaps. Reaching for her, I grip her neck, pressing her against the wall behind the door where her bodyguard can’t see me.
Her breathing hitches and her pupils dilate, shocking me still for a moment. She’s caught between me and the solid surface and I’m certain she can feel my erection attempting to fight its way out of my jeans.
Is she turned on by this?
“My abilities will leave you a broken fucking mess for weeks. You’ll feel me inside you for months and every man that attempts to fuck me from your body will fail miserably.” My promise is illicit, but I can’t stop myself. My lips feather along her chin, my tongue snaking out to taste her smooth skin. “And every time you touch your pretty little cunt it will be me you want inside you.”
This earns me a soft gasp that has me leaning in further toward her. “Jed—”
“Now go home like a good girl,” I tell her, leaning into her small frame. My mouth finding the shell of her ear as I whisper my threat, “Or I’ll have to bend you over right here and see how pretty your ass looks when it’s welted with my thick leather belt.”
Her tiny hands push against my chest, and I step back, allowing her space. “You’re insufferable.” Her words cause me to chuckle, but what she doesn’t know is that I wasn’t lying because God help me, I do want to mark her.
I watch her race to the door and out to the waiting car. Once she’s in the driver’s seat, she glances my way once more before the vehicle is winding down the drive and out the open gates. I stand there for a moment, watching the large metal barriers that keep me inside and leave her out there in the world where I ache to go to her and make her mine.
This is ridiculous.
Running my fingers through my hair, I shut the door and head into my kitchen. I need a beer, and I need to forget all about Kaelin Le Blanc.
Chapter 3
Kaelin
He’s an asshole.
I knew this. It’s certainly no secret that Jed is nothing but a man whore, however, what he doesn’t know is I’ll be the one he’s spanking in a few days. Which reminds me, I need to check on my bid. If someone has outbid me, I need to up my game. I’m not losing my chance at having my one night with him.
Even though he’s denied me all these years, I’ll make sure I win, and when I step out of the crowd on Valentine’s Day, I want to see the shock on his face when he realizes the one woman he’s always said no to is the one woman he’ll have to have.
His warning is still ringing in my ears, reminding me of why I should walk away, but also confirming how much I want him. Yes, Jed may have spooked me somewhat, but there’s something about the way his veiled threat did things to me. My thighs squeezed together, my panties drenched at his promise, because that’s what it will be, a promise that he’ll have a chance to make good on.
What Jed doesn’t realize is I like being spanked, being flogged, and feeling the bite of leather against my skin. He thinks he’s scared me off, but he’s only made me more curious about all the things he can do to my body.
Once I reach home, I pull into the parking space where Dad loves to keep his Bentley and exit the vehicle. I don’t acknowledge the man who follows me around like a fucking shadow as I head into the house. The silence that greets me is deafening as I make my way directly to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I grab a bottle of water and make my way upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as my ass hits the chair, and my laptop is open, I click on the website and pull up the bids. A few smaller ones for Jed have appeared, but mine is still the winning bid.
Smiling, I sit back and stare at his photo. His hair is stylishly messed up, his eyes twinkle with mischief and the corner of his mouth is lifted in an all-knowing smirk. The confidence that oozes from that image alone is all you need to know about the rock star himself.
Opening the bottle, I take a long gulp, wishing the liquid would cool me down, but nothing will. My nervousness is at an all-time high. Would he deny the scene? When he sees me step up as the winner, would he refuse to play with me?
Three Days before Celebrity Roulette
Grabbing my mug of coffee from the counter, I head outside with a magazine. The latest entertainment news has Jed on the cover once more. His smiling face looks back at me, and I flip it open to find the article.
As much as I try to focus, I can’t. It’s been four days since I put my bid in. It’s also been four days since Jed landed and I haven’t seen him since our little altercation in his house. I wanted to challenge him, to take him up on his offer. But with my bodyguard sitting in the car, I couldn’t.
My fingers itch to look at the bids. To check if I won, but I don’t. I know they closed the bids today, so we’ll know who the winners are soon enough. My stomach is tight with anxiety, curling like a sleep serpent.
My eyes scan the words on the page, reading about the man I want to be with. I try to convince myself I just want one night, but that’s a lie. No, I want so much more from Jed.
An alert on my phone has my gaze snapping to it. A new email arrived in my inbox and I quickly open the program on my phone. The subject line has my heart skittering wildly in my chest as I read it. I won. I’ll be the woman who Jed has on the night of the Roulette event. In three days’ time, I’ll walk up to the stage and I’ll take one of the most intense gambles of my life.
Shit.
Hurrying inside, I’m shaking as I sit down at my laptop and open it. But it does nothing to calm my erratic heartbeat. Clicking on the email to open it, I scan the letter informing me of how the evening will work. It’s only a few hours that the event will run and within that time, I’ll be in a scene with the man who offered me an illicit promise only four days ago.
The thought lingers for a long while as I stare at the congratulations from the owners of Black Light. I go through the rules once more, hoping to commit them to memory, but I know nothing will stay in my mind — only the thought of submitting to Jed.
Closing the lid of my computer, I pick up my phone and flop on my bed. Tapping out a message to Laurence, I tell him I’ll be at the event, but I’ve bid on someone for a scene.
He doesn’t respond and I wonder if he’s jealous. The three years we’ve been playing together, he’s taught me so much, but he never once told me I couldn’t be with someone else. I know he fucks other women, he’s been in scenes with other submissives as well and I’d never felt an inkling of jealousy, not like I feel when I see Jed pictured in a magazine with some fan that’s hanging from his arm.
I’ll need to get an outfit. Something sexy, but sophisticated. I want Jed to see me as a woman, not the little girl who’s had a crush on him since she can remember. I want him to remember me once the scene is over—that thought makes my heart hurt. I never thought I would love him, or even could love him, but I wonder deep down if one night will ever be enough with Jed Major.
Pushing off the bed, I open my walk-in closet and step inside. Clothes from every designer adorn the rails, hanging off plush material hangars to keep the garments safe. Taking note, I flip through them without interest. Nothing catches my eye and nothing fits the idea of what I have running through my mind.
Leaning against the cabinet door, I slide to my ass as I wonder where I’m going to find something that’s seductive and sophisticated. I pull a drawer open, grabbing the black lace panties along with an underwire bra that matches. Both are soft and sexy, with just a peek at what’s beneath.
The perfect tease.
I plan on breaking all of Jed’s control and he’s going to have to give in to what I know is between us. I can’t wait to see just how the hidden animal he keeps composed around me bares its teeth.
Valentine’s Night
Tonight is the night. The moment I walk into Black Light and show Jed just who I really am. Only one thing matters, that he sees me as a woman, a submissive, not as the daughter of his agent. I’m no longer off limits, and tonight, control will be in his hands.
As the material slips over my curvy frame, I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to see myself just yet. Jed’s face is at the back of my eyelids like always, and I pray to all the gods out there, that he’ll look at me tonight and smile.
It’s strange, but when you spend most of your time fantasizing about someone, they become this figment of your imagination. They’re no longer real, but more like a god themselves. Even though most of the articles I’ve read about him have confirmed he’s one of this generation’s ‘Rock Gods’, I’ve realized there is so much more to him.
His anger—which is generally directed at me—is nothing more than him holding onto restraint. It’s him denying what we both feel. Inhaling a deep breath, I finally open my eyes. Even though my nerves are scattered and electric at the thought of what’s about to happen tonight, I can’t help smiling. It’s a small one, but I notice it on my lips.
I stare at my reflection, at the submissive before me.
I’m a woman who craves the dominance of a man, and I’m no longer scared to ask for it.
Pivoting, I take in my appearance. The full-length mirror offers me a view of what he’ll see as soon as his gaze lands on me tonight. The dress I chose is black silk and the cut is figure-hugging. A low neckline offers a tiny glimpse of my cleavage, which with the help of my bra is better than it normally is. My average B-cup breasts aren’t big by any means, but the way the dress fits and the lace of the underwire offers support, I look like a grown woman, rather than a nervous young girl.
