"That bitch," Veronica said. "Both of them. I can't believe they did this. You came out yesterday?" I nodded. "And they threw you to the wolves today?"
I nodded. "Are you a wolf?"
"Yes." She paused. "Although right now I think the proper term is cougar."
"I don't care," I told her. "What's ten years anyway?"
"Oh honey," she said. "That's sweet, but we both know it's 15."
Oh hell, she was 34. I looked away for a moment before looking back at her. I stepped a half step away from her, but didn't let go of her hand, and then I looked her slowly up and down. She looked just as fabulous at 34 as she had at 29. I stepped back and said, "I wish another tango would come on. I'd really like a chance to press my body against yours again."
"So you could tease me the way you teased Wendy?"
"No, so I could tease you long enough to get that stick out of your ass."
I'd shocked her, but she recovered.
"I like to lead," she said.
"You better be damned good at it," I told her.
She didn't wait any longer. Finally. She pulled me against her, lifted my face to hers, and began kissing me.
It was exquisite. She tasted divine.
I pressed my body against hers and opened my mouth invitingly. She didn't need any further invitation, and her tongue slipped between my lips to play with my tongue.
I think I moaned into the kiss, but I wrapped my arms further around her and hung on.
She finally let me go, and I backed up a half step, staring into her eyes. She looked past me. "We have an audience," she said quietly.
"Any of them pointing a gun at us?"
She laughed. "No. Penny just turned her back and Dominique is looking triumphant. I'm guessing they're going to give it another go. The two of them could be good for each other if they'd just learn to talk to each other." Her eyes scanned the room. "The bitches are looking fabulously pleased with themselves."
She looked back down to me.
"I don't do one night stands," she said. "Will you go home with me?"
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"No."
I looked over my shoulder to find Wendy and Victoria. They caught my eye and they each nodded once.
I turned back to Veronica, stepped back into her arms, and laid my head on her shoulder, holding her for a moment. My heart was pounding, and I knew there was no going back.
"Yes," I told her.
She took me by the hand and led me towards the front closet.
"Wait," I told her, escaping. "I'll be right back."
I turned towards the guest room, but Wendy had beaten me to it. She came out with a shopping bag containing all my things from the guest room. She crossed the room and kissed me on the check before ushering me back towards Veronica. Veronica led the way to the front closet, opened it, and asked me, "Which coat is yours?" Then she stopped and looked at my ears. "Did Victoria give you her earrings?"
My hands flew to my ears. "Oh no! I almost left with them. I started to pull them out, but Veronica stepped up to me and took my hands away. "Let me." Gently she removed each earring, then reached behind my neck to unclasp the necklace. I was rewarded with a nice view down her blouse, which I decided to appreciate. I think she did it on purpose. "I can tease too," she told me.
She reached past me and handed the jewelry to a waiting Victoria. She set my coat over my shoulders like a shawl, which I thought was odd. Victoria hugged me. Wendy hugged me. Then Wendy held out the shopping bag to me, and they ushered us out the door.
As soon as we were in the hallway alone, Veronica proceeded to press me against the wall and kissed me again. She ended the kiss far too quickly.
I looked at her, my heart pounding. Then she started looking into her purse and pulled out a serious looking pair of handcuffs.
My eyes grew wide.
She dangled them from one finger in front of me while watching my expression.
"Put those away before someone sees them," I told her.
"Hold out your wrists," she responded.
"Veronica," I whined. "We're in public."
"Hold out your wrists."
"I can't," I said. "I'm holding my packages."
"Set them down and hold out your wrists," she ordered. She stepped closer. "Now."
I looked back and forth between her eyes and the handcuffs dangling from her wrists. My heart was pounding, and I got an image of what she might do with me. I imagined myself, still in the corset and handcuffs, but having lost the skirt and stockings, pressed against a wall while she kissed me.
I lowered the shopping bag to the floor and meekly held out my wrists. With her eyes never leaving mine, Veronica reached out and slowly closed the cuffs around my wrists, letting them tighten one click at a time while she watched my expression. I closed my eyes for a moment as they clicked tight. "I don't have the key with me," she said. "It's at home."
Then she picked up my shopping bag and dropped both our purses into it. She transferred the shopping bag to one hand and reached out with the other to curl a finger around the chain attaching the two cuffs. She began to drag me to the elevator while I followed meekly behind her.
I decided she had a lovely ass.
I was sure someone was going to see us during the walk to her car. We had to go outside, but she let me lower my hands in front of me, and I think the cuffs weren't too obvious. She led me to her car, unlocked it, then pressed me against the passenger door and kissed me. It was a brief kiss, and I was shivering.
She opened the door and held it for me while I climbed in awkwardly.
* * *
Veronica lived just outside downtown. She rented space in a converted warehouse. The city had been converting the old warehouse district for 20 years, taking what had become a derelict portion of town and turning it upscale. It was another four-story building. Veronica had one of the units on the top floor and she told me that her company occupied another suite on the same floor. She said something about zoning ordinances that I didn't understand.
Parking was again underground. We parked and Veronica came around to my side and helped me out of the car. She kissed me again, grinding herself into me, so I wrapped my handcuffed arms around her neck and kissed her back as passionately as I knew how. My heart hadn't stopped pounding.
She fetched the shopping bag, locked the car, then again dragged me by the handcuffs to the elevator. The ride up involved more kissing, this time with her hand on my ass. I felt severely handicapped and frustrated I couldn't treat her the same way.
We made it to her apartment door without being seen. She unlocked it and pulled me inside, then locked the door behind me. She pulled my coat off my shoulders and hung it up in the closet, then hung up her own. Then she grabbed the chain of the handcuffs again and dragged me deeper into the apartment.
The space was amazing. It was clearly a converted warehouse. The ceilings were twenty feet high and there were huge beams that looked like they were each the better part of large oak trees. The space was similar to Wendy and Victoria's, but also quite different. Wendy and Victoria's had clearly always been apartments. This space clearly had been a warehouse. But I could see a common design touch to both spaces after their conversions.
Hanging on chains from the beams were several potted plants. Veronica led me to the middle of the space, then removed one of the plants from its hanger and set it on the floor to the side. Then she turned back to me with what was an especially predatory look. Watching me the whole time, she slowly removed the scarf from around her neck. Then she stepped up to me, caressed me once with the scarf, and then wrapped it once around the chain of the handcuffs. She tugged on the scarf, which tugged on the handcuffs, which drew me after them, and she pulled me until I was standing underneath where the plant had been. She then used both hands to tie the scarf to a metal loop at the end of the chain, drawing the scarf tight until my arms were stretched above my head. She tied it off and stepped back to admire her handiwo
rk.
I looked up at the chain, the scarf, and the handcuffs. I had to stretch to avoid resting my weight on the metal, as otherwise the cuffs dug into my wrists uncomfortably. She smiled as she watched me figure out my predicament.
She walked around me, drawing close as she stepped behind me, cupping my bottom and whispering into my ear. "Delicious," she said. It was the first word she'd spoken since we arrived.
I shivered.
She stepped away and walked around in front of me again.
"I need to ask you something," she told me.
I nodded.
"Are you just teasing me?"
"No."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
She began to prowl around me again, not saying anything. I tried turning my body to watch her, but she growled at me. "Face the way I placed you."
She could tell I was thinking of disobeying. She stepped up very close to me, looking down into my nervous eyes.
"I make the rules," she said. "And rule number one is this: if you disobey me, I get to punish you." She let me think about it. "Do you have a problem with that rule?"
I stared into her eyes then looked at her lips. I wanted her to kiss me again.
Then I turned back to face the way I'd started. "No, Veronica, I don't have a problem with rule number one."
She patted my bottom then reached over to cup my chin and draw my head around. Our lips met and she kissed me from around my arm, her other hand continuing to rub my bottom.
She broke the kiss, then turned my head back to face forward.
"I asked you," she said, "whether you understood what I was going to do to you."
"Yes," I said. Then, "No."
"Which is it?" she asked, breathing on the back of my neck.
"You're going to make love to me," I told her.
"Yes, I am, if you want me to."
Her fingers started touching me, finding the exposed skin. There was a lot of that. She caressed my arms, my shoulders, the back of my neck. I squirmed.
"What else am I going to do?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Have you ever been tied up before?"
"Yes," I said. "Once."
"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "I was under the impression you hadn't done this before."
"I haven't," I protested. "It was innocent. They taped me with duct tape and tickled me. That's all."
"They?" she asked. "More than one?"
"Four girls in my dorm," I said. "Only one just watched and made sure no one hurt me."
"Your roommate?"
I nodded.
"Did you like it?" she asked in a whisper, her breath caressing my ear.
"Oh god yes," I said. "I don't know why, but yes."
"Do Wendy and Victoria know the story?" I nodded.
She stepped away for a moment. "And thus the remaining pieces click into place," she said. I didn't understand at the time. Then she walked around and stood in front of me.
"They told me you're a virgin," she said.
I blushed, but nodded.
"You don't have the vaguest clue what you're getting into."
I shook my head and looked at her imploringly. "That's not true," I told her. "If I'm still a virgin an hour from now, I'm going to be deeply disappointed."
She began prowling around me again. During one of her passes, she came close to me and kissed me deeply. I moaned and almost sagged against the cuffs but straightened back up. She pulled away and looked at my wrists then back at me.
"I'm not just going to take your virginity," she told me. "I'm going to take you. I'm going to make you squirm. I'm going to make you beg." I closed my eyes as she talked.
"Before I'm finished with you, you will beg to belong to me."
"Veronica," I told her. "I've been yours from the moment the cuffs closed around my wrists." A tear started down my cheek. I didn't quite know why I was crying. "I'm not going to change my mind."
"Oh honey," she said stepping up to me and wiping the tear away. "I won't hurt you. Do I need to let you go?"
"Veronica, don't you dare. Please. Kiss me, then start doing all those things you've been promising me."
So finally she did. She pulled me into her arms and entered into a kiss. I knew I tasted a little salty, but it had just been a couple of tears. Her lips ravaged my mouth while her arms were wrapped around me, her hands on my shoulder blades as she pulled me to her.
I couldn't move, but I kissed her back as thoroughly as I could.
She pulled away, then walked around behind me and kissed the back of my neck. Her fingers found the zipper of the skirt, and it was just a few moments before the skirt gathered around my ankles. She helped me step out of it then whisked it away, setting it neatly on her sofa. She walked back towards me, circling me again, looking at my legs. Again she stepped up behind me, and her fingers played with my bottom. She kissed my ear.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked me.
"Please stop asking that," I told her.
Her hands moved around my waist, her fingers inside my undies. She still stood behind me, but her fingers began to dip inside the front of my panties. She stopped with her hand resting over my sex, leaving little to my imagination.
"No one has touched you here before," she said. "Are you sure you want me to be the first?"
"Yes," I said. "Stop asking, Veronica! Stop teasing and do it!"
I was squirming, trying to force her hand, but I had absolutely no mobility.
"Oh no," she told me. "There will be no end of teasing." She withdrew her hands and I almost screamed in frustration, but she kept her hands on me as she walked around to face me.
"You can make all the noise you want," she told me. "The walls are quite sound proof. I made sure of that." She pulled me into another crushing kiss, then released me and walked around behind me again. I felt her fingers at my hips, the fingertips sliding inside my panties again. She stepped up towards my left, but still standing behind me, her right hand locked inside my panties, resting on my hip, and her left began sliding down in front, but on the outside of my panties. She began to caress me, and it was only moments before I felt the panties become damp. She pressed them into me with her fingers, teasing. Leaned my head back, trying to see her, but with my arms over my head, I couldn't even do that.
"I'm starting to believe you like this," she told me. I knew exactly what she meant.
Then her fingers gave an especially expert flick and I moaned out loud, sagging against her, jerking my wrists into the handcuffs painfully. I flinched from the discomfort and stood back up.
"I'm not a nice woman," she told me, her fingers continuing to tease me. I was squirming from the touches. "You keep trying to take control. You keep trying to rush this. But when you try, it hurts, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I said. "Oh god, but don't stop."
"Who is in control?" she asked me.
"You are!" I said. Her fingers flicked me again and I moaned.
"Who do you want to be in control?" she asked.
"You. Oh god, you." That earned another especially lovely flick.
"And tell me, lovely Shane, what do you want me to do with you?"
Her fingers pressed into me, then stopped moving, but just the pressure was exquisite. I tried squirming but winced when the cuffs dug in.
"What do you want me to do to you, Shane?"
"Anything!" I said. "Whatever you want, Veronica. Please. Just don't stop."
She pulled her hands away and kissed me deeply, then walked away.
"Veronica! What are you doing?"
She came back and she was holding a small key in her hand. She let me see it. Then she reached up and inserted it into the handcuffs over my head.
"Veronica," I whimpered. "What are you doing?"
"Releasing you," she told me.
"What? No! I don't want you to."
"Hush, soon to b
e lover," she told me, pressing her fingers against my lips. "I'm not letting you go. I just don't like seeing you damage yourself."
And with that, she unlocked my wrists, leaving the handcuffs swinging from the chain. She massaged my wrists for me then kissed each hand.
She kissed me again, pulling me into her arms, with her fingers on my bottom. I wrapped my arms around her and gave as good as I got. Then she pushed me away and roughly turned me around.
"And now I'm done waiting," she said. "I want to see the rest of you." She started untying the laces of the corset. When it was loose, she helped me step out of it and set it on the sofa with the skirt. I was still facing away from her, and I continued to stand there just wearing my panties, the stockings, and still in the heels.
"Turn around," she ordered.
She was sitting on the sofa watching me. As I turned to face her, she licked her lips. I'd never seen anyone who looked so lovely.
"Come to me," she ordered, and I walked slowly to stand in front of her.
As I got close, she pulled me to her, and her mouth wrapped around one of my nipples. I was surprised and arched my back, which did nothing but thrust my breast more firmly into her mouth. Her tongue flicked against the nipple, then I felt her teeth teasing at it gently, and it was an exquisite fire I'd never felt before. Then she shifted, and the other nipple found itself receiving the same treatment.
Finally she pushed me away. I cried out, whimpering. She reached out one hand for my hand and used the other to tap her knee. "Foot," she said.
She helped me balance while I lifted my foot to her knee. She unbuckled the shoe and slowly removed it then the stocking before setting my foot back down. Then she tapped her knee again and I offered the other foot. Once my second foot was free I was down to just my panties. She hadn't removed a stitch of her own clothing yet, and I longed to see her take something off.
Instead she stood up, turned away and began walking to her bedroom. "Come," she ordered, and I immediately followed behind her. When we arrived in her bedroom, she turned around.
"Stand right there," she ordered. "Lace your fingers together at the back of your head." I did what she told me, moving slowly. She stepped up to me and adjusted my arms, then stepped back.
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