by Nicola Jane
Daniel heads towards me, a waiter leading the way. I stand and he kisses my cheek. “Thanks for agreeing to meet me.”
I smile and take my seat, “I’m sorry you had to read the papers to call me.”
“It took me by surprise Livvy,” he says, his pet name for me irritates me and I sigh aloud. “The thing is, I’m shocked. You’ve known the guy a few weeks and now your engaged, it isn’t you.”
“Cut the bullshit Daniel. Why’d you care?” I snap.
Daniel grabs my hands and holds them in his, “Of course I care. I didn’t want any of this, I love you, I always have and always will.”
“Seriously,” I almost laugh, “You had an affair with my friend, with our employee.”
“It was a weak moment that turned into something more. It’s possible to love more than one person at the same time, I googled it.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head, pulling my hands from his grip, “I thought I loved you Daniel but now I look back and you’re right, we weren’t happy for a long time and we stayed together because it was safe. We’ve both moved on.”
“Just think about it Livvy, he’s the big time. What would he see in you?” he asks and my mouth falls open.
“Wow, don’t hold back,” I say.
“I don’t man that to sound harsh, you’re gorgeous but celebrity material? I don’t think so.”
“I haven’t come here to be insulted, Why have you asked to meet?”
“I’m worried. How’ll this affect your parents, the press are eating you up right now,” he begins to say, I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
“You didn’t help that, you went to them with a bullshit sob story and made me out to be the bad guy. How could you do that after everything?”
He looks ashamed, “I’m sorry, I was hurt, look at the guy, I’ll never win you back from someone like him.”
I stand, “Daniel you won’t ever win me back because I hate you, because you broke my heart and many other reasons, it has nothing to do with who I’m seeing.” He grabs my hand again and pulls me to sit back down.
“Please don’t go I haven’t finished.”
The waiter places a bottle of wine on the table, “You ordered wine, for dinner?” I query. Daniel was never a big drinker. I watch as he pours two glasses, already deciding that I won’t be drinking mine.
“Just water for the lady, with a slice of lemon and I’ll take the same.” We both look up in surprise as Vass pulls a chair over and takes a seat. My heart rate picks up and I glance nervously between both guys.
“Vass what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I came to see what was so important that you decided to ignore me and meet with your cheating ex.” My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, “And didn’t you learn your lesson last time we met?” he asks Daniel.
“Look man I just wanted to see her and talk through some shit,” says Daniel looking positively pissed off.
“You had your time to talk when you were still together, maybe you shouldn’t have been screwing her friend and you’d of had more time?” says Vass calmly.
“Please don’t,” I whisper hiss at them both. Vass turns those steely eyes to me again and I press my lips together to silence myself.
“You wanted to see my world Liv,” he says firmly, “So lets go.” He holds out a hand for me to take and I swallow hard before placing my hand in it.
“You look mad,” I whisper as he leads me through the restaurant.
“Positively livid,” he grates out. He hands the waiter a fifty-pound note as we pass, “For the bill.” I don’t point out that we didn’t eat anything and that the wine was probably only a cheap bottle because Daniel has always been a scrooge with his money.
We roll to a stop outside The Luxe, I realise that Vass is serious about showing me into his world and a nervous feeling builds in my stomach. He hasn’t spoken a word to me all the way here, it felt like the longest drive ever. I watch as Vass marches to my side of the car and opens the door. I climb out on shaky legs and follow him inside.
“Clear the main room Maxim, I need privacy,” he orders as he passes his head of security. Maxim gives a nod and rushes off. My mind is racing, the room is huge, why is he taking me in there, although I’m relieved, he’s doing this in private.
Maxim is asking guests to leave whilst Vass leads me towards the stage, I pull back slightly and he tugs gently. He leads me behind the curtain at the back of the stage, “Underwear, just underwear,” he says in a low voice, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I take a deep breath and look around at the clutter in the back stage room. There’s makeup on a mirrored dressing table and an open wardrobe with all kinds of outfits falling out. There’s shoes all along one wall, all different in height and colour. I begin to undress. Thankful when I realise I’d unintentionally put on matching white underwear today. It isn’t my best but at least it isn’t my comfy period underwear.
Vass returns, he’s wearing dark denim jeans and a white shirt, it’s a nice change from his usual suit and smart trousers. He points to some black stilettos. “Find your size,” he says. I go over to the row of heels and when I spot my size I go to push my foot in, “No,” says Vass causing me to jump in fright, “Bend over and get them, bring them to me.” I frown but bend down anyway and I do as he asks. I hold the shoes out in front of me and he points to the floor. “Put them down,” he says. He clearly likes to see me bent over and so I make a show of slowly placing the shoes in front of his feet. He takes my hand, “Now you can put them on,” he says, holding me steady as I slip into the high heels.
Vass leads me out onto the stage and I suddenly feel conscious. Glancing around I can see that the tables are all empty, there is no one in here but us. Vass points to a painted cross on the stage, “That’s where you kneel.” I hesitate and he turns his body so that he stands in front of mine, “Didn’t you understand what I said?” he growls, “I tell you once and if you hesitate it becomes a problem. I’m already way more pissed off than I should be when I’m in here but you wanted my world so here we are, now kneel.” I go straight to the cross and lower to my knees. “Hands behind your back,” he snaps, “And cross your legs at the ankles,” he adds. When he is satisfied that I am exactly how he’s requested he pulls up a stool from the corner of the stage and sits directly in front of me. “I don’t know why I’m so mad at you Alivia but I haven’t felt this mad in a long time. You defied me with a glint in your eye. You wanted to push me to this,” he says in a low tone.
“No I just…”
“Don’t answer me back and do not lift your head to look at me, I tell you when to speak and when to look up, is that clear?” he roars. I nod my head, I wondered a few hours a go what Vass would be like as a Dom and here I am finding out. “Yes Sir is all I want to hear from your mouth.”
“Yes Sir,” I mutter.
“With less attitude,” he snaps.
“Yes Sir,” I say calmly. I can’t deny that I’m turned on, if he was to touch me right now he’d see how wet I am but I’m not used to being yelled at or bossed around and I have conflicting feelings about that. Vass doesn’t speak for some time, he stays on the chair and the most I can see is his bare feet. My knees begin to hurt but I know if I tell him he’ll stop all of this and I want to see what it’s like.
“Your safe word is Luxe Alivia, What is it?” he finally says.
“Luxe Sir,” I say.
Vass stands, moving the chair back to the corner. He holds out his hand for me to take and I stand slowly. He leads me over to the centre of the stage where there’s a wooden bench. “Have you ever been spanked properly Alivia?” he asks.
“No sir,” I say. Vass has occasionally slapped my ass and I’ve felt a thrill from that so I’m open to try this. Vass sits on the bench and orders me to lay on my stomach across his lap. I place my hands on the floor to balance myself.
“How many do I give you for defying me today Alivia?” he asks.
“Whateve
r you think sir,” I say, a shiver running through me.
“I’m going to start with five, if I feel happier after five I’ll stop but if I don’t,” he pauses, rubbing his palm over my ass, “Well, then we’ll have a problem.” He brings his palm down hard on my ass, the skin tingles and I flinch, sucking in a breath. Vass rubs the spot gently and I brace myself for the next one. The next two come in quick succession, both in the same spot as the first which burns the skin but in a thrilling sort of way. The fourth and fifth are spread to my other ass cheek, relieving the pressure slightly. I can feel a wetness between my thighs and I’m not sure if I feel embarrassed or ashamed by that. Is it wrong to enjoy being hit. Vass rubs his palm over my ass, “I think five is enough for your first time,” he says, continuing to rub the sore area. He pulls my panties to one side and I feel my face flush with embarrassment, “You did enjoy that,” he says, I can hear the smirk in his voice. He runs a thick finger through my folds and I gasp. He brings the finger around to my face to show me the glistening wetness that shines on his skin. He then presses the finger to my lips and wipes the stickiness across my lips. “Stand,” he orders. He pulls me to stand in between his spread legs, “I need to taste you, kiss me.”
I place my hands on either side of his head and lower my mouth to his, he doesn’t move his lips as I press mine over his, he lets me kiss him. When I pull back he licks his lips and smiles, “You taste good.”
Vass takes me to a large wooden frame that is fastened to the back wall of the stage. He pulls at two leather straps, “Stand here,” he says pointing to a spot. He fastens both of my wrists in to the thick leather cuffs and then proceeds to do the same with my ankles. I am spread open unable to move. Vass goes back stage and returns with a pink vibrator. He opens the box and takes out the large silicone object. Pressing a button it buzzes to life and he smiles. “You didn’t have one of these in your drawer,” he says. I have never used a vibrator but I’m not about to tell Vass that, he already thinks I’m a prude.
Vass runs the vibrating toy along my shoulder, goose bumps break out across my skin as he glides it along to my nipple. From his pocket he produces a small bottle. He sprays the substance across my breasts and they glisten. The vibrator glides much easier across the lubricant and he trails it to my other nipple before slowly pulling it down my stomach and towards my pussy. “Eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he warns.
“Yes Sir,” I say, a quiver in my voice. I shout out when he first presses the vibrator to my clit, it’s so sensitive that I feel the build almost straight away. The combination of my wetness and the lubricant make the toy slip easily against my opening and when he begins to push it inside me I feel like I’m going to combust.
“Vass,” I pant, for no reason, “Fuck, Vass, I’m…” I trail off and my head falls forward. The Vibrator is pulled away from my body and I let out a cry of protest. “Eyes,” he repeats. I look into his bright blue eyes and hold his stare. He pushes the toy back inside of me and I whimper. He leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue circling the erect nub. The warm sensation pumping through my veins has me pulling at the leather straps, I don’t know if I’m trying to move away from the sensation or if I’m chasing it but I can’t keep still. When it finally hits me my body convulses so hard that I scream out several times. I feel tears leaking from the corners of my eyes and my breathing is laboured like I’ve just ran ten miles. Vass breaks the eye contact and drops to his knees. I watch half with horror and half with a shameless need to feel him there, as he presses his mouth to my pussy, humming in delight, he laps at my wetness. My body is still buzzing and the sensation of him eating at me is too much. It drags out the orgasm so that it comes in slow pulses, occasionally making me pull at the straps and groan in pleasure and pain.
Vass disappears backstage and I take the moment to breathe and close my eyes. When he returns he pinches something onto my nipple. I look down at the tiny metal clamp, “Vass I don’t know if I can take much more,” I whisper.
“It’s all about pushing yourself Alivia,” he says, clipping the other clamp into place. He presses his hand against my pussy, his eyes bore into mine as he uses my wetness, dragging it to my ass. “Have you ever tried Anal Alivia?” he asks.
“No, I don’t want to Vass,” I say in panic, pulling at the restraints.
“Shh, I’m not going to do anything you don’t like,” he whispers placing a gentle kiss to the side of my mouth. He begins working my pussy again with his fingers and I relax into him, my head resting on his shoulder. I hear his zipper as he unfastens his jeans and pushes them to his hips. He lines his erection up with my opening and slowly pushes into me. Vass takes my chin between his fingers and holds me so that our eyes meet. He begins moving slowly, taking the chains that hold my wrist restraints and holding on to them. When I feel the build up of another orgasm I groan, I’m not sure if my body can take it, I’ve never wanted something so bad at the same time as wishing it away.
Vass suddenly pulls out and moves around to the back of me, holding my hips firmly before taking me from behind. He moves faster this time, pushing harder so that I have to grip the chains. I feel a probing at my ass and I tense, Vass presses light kisses along my spine until I’m slightly relaxed and then he presses something hard into the tight hole. I shout out but Vass moves harder, taking my mind off the sudden invasion. I feel the hardness begin to vibrate, it causes a strange sensation, having both holes filled is a new experience and one I’m beginning to like. When Vass reaches around to the front and pulls the chain that links the nipple clamps, they ping off causing a second of pain followed by pleasure as the blood rushes back to that area. For a third time I feel myself falling, spiralling into a pit of pleasure. My throat is sore from the screams and as he pushes harder I let out another painful shout. Its all too much and not enough all at the same time. I know the moment he comes because he roars so loud that I’m pretty sure everyone in the bar will have heard.
Vass
I’ve always been in to kinky shit, ever since my father introduced me to a woman ten years older than me. I was fifteen at the time. Victoria taught me a lot about a woman’s body, she spent three years teaching me and I’ll always be grateful to her for that. It shaped my future. I don’t know where Victoria is now, she just stopped coming to The Luxe once I turned eighteen and that was that. By then I’d taken to Dominating pretty well and women were keen even back then to Sub for me.
In all the scenarios I’ve ever been in, this one, with Alivia was by far the best. I don’t remember a time when I’ve felt such an intense need to come. And seeing her orgasm, not once but three times, was the highlight. I can already feel my addiction and it’s to her, the need to be inside her, with her, next to her, a pure animal need.
I learnt at nineteen what addiction was. Drinking whiskey became a part of the night, sex, whiskey, more sex. The first time I really saw it as a problem I was twenty-one and the press had splashed me all over the front of the newspapers. I’d been on a drink and drug fuelled weekend and never really came back from that. I spiralled out of control and kept spiralling up until my father died. Something inside of me clicked and I realised I had responsibilities. My Grandmother was heart broken and so was my mother, even though she’d never admit it after they had divorced. The Luxe needed me to step up and then Clarisse and Alex staged a friend-ta-vention. I went in to rehab and straightened out. Occasionally I’ve slipped once or twice but Clarisse always manages to bring me back.
I rest my forehead against Alivia’s damp back, our breaths coming in heavy bursts. I can still feel the pull of her and it has my cock stirring again. I pull away from her quickly before I get too excited. I unfasten the restraints, resisting the urge to taste her whilst I’m crouched down at her ankles. She steps away from the structure and shakes her legs to get the blood flowing back. “How was that for you?” I ask and she smiles.
“Amazing, it was nothing like I expected.”
“You were a na
tural,” I say and I mean it. Once we are dressed I take her hand and lead her from the room. The bar area is busy, people are waiting to go into the main room and so as we walk through people look in our direction. It’s not unusual for me to close off the room, I do it often if I’m training someone. Carlos, the bar tender, tries to get my attention but as I decipher what he is saying my attention is brought back to a shrieking sound as Annalise barrels towards me yelling. She looks dishevelled and crazy. Her hand rears back and she slaps Alivia hard across the face. “You are a homewrecking whore,” she screams shoving at her.
“Woah stop,” I shout standing in front of Alivia as Annelise reigns down blows against my chest. “Stop,” I repeat in a stronger tone and her hands fall to her sides. Tears are falling down her cheeks and she looks up at me through her wet lashes. “What’s gotten in to you?” I whisper. Clients are all staring at us and I am so thankful that there are rules in place to leave mobile phones at the reception desk because I’d hate to see any of this in the newspapers. “Let’s go somewhere quiet,” I say taking Annalise by the hand and leading her towards the stairs. “Max take care of Alivia, I’ll be back shortly,” I say and he rushes off to the bar.
Once we are in my room I turn on her, fixing her with an angry glare, “What the hell was that?” I yell.
“Have you seen what they are saying, that she’s the love of your life.”
“What the hell has that got to do with you?” I shout.
“It was supposed to be me,” she screams stamping her foot in frustration.
“We’ve been through this Annalise, I don’t understand why you would come here like this and attack my Fiancée…”
“Your Fiancée,” she cuts in angrily, “Oh my god they are right, she really is the love of your life isn’t she?” She turns her back to me, laughing. “What does she have that I don’t, she’s from a council estate, she isn’t like you and me.”