Violet In Lace

by Vivienne Hunt

  Violet blushed. “I didn’t realize I said that out loud.” She extended her hand. “It’s truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

  “Would you mind terribly if we got a picture together?” Jennifer handed her smartphone off to April, who took it like she was holding gold.

  The two body guards flanking either side of the actress kept the growing crowd at bay while Violet and Jennifer linked arms around one another and smiled at April as she took the shot.

  “Thank you for being such an inspiration,” Violet babbled, overwhelmed by the attention she was receiving.

  “I could say the same to you.” Jennifer winked. “Justin’s an old friend. Enjoy the rest of the show, Violet.”

  April handed Jennifer her smartphone back while the actress was swept away in a fresh tidal wave of faces as the elevator doors opened.

  “Oh my God! I can’t believe that just happened!” April was beside herself.

  “Violet, you’re famous!” Chloe had stars in her eyes.

  Violet pooh-poohed their praise, trying to blow it off, “It was nothing. Let’s find that workshop, shall we?”

  The girls spent the rest of the morning in between workshops and runway debuts. By lunchtime Violet was more than happy to rest her tired feet. She sat at a stylishly draped table in a private banquet room that was reserved exclusively for the week’s exhibitors. Sipping on her ice water, she watched the caterers set up the lunch buffet while she waited for Justin.

  When he entered the room, it took her breath away. She had no idea that he could make a simple designer T-shirt and jeans look so incredibly sexy, but somehow Justin managed to do just that. Russell was close behind, followed by Pam and Heather, who rushed up to April and Chloe, obviously eager to swap the morning’s stories.

  “You are utterly succulent in that dress,” Justin whispered into Violet’s ear as she rose to greet him. “I may have to take you right here and now on this table.”

  “Now if that wouldn’t cause a stir, I don’t know what will.” She ran her hand over his shirt, feeling his tight muscles underneath.

  “I may not be able to wait till tonight, my little muse.” Justin continued to play with her hair as he settled into the chair next to her.

  “I am famished!” Russell exclaimed once the buffet was open. “Darlings, it’s time to recharge the batteries of this glorious body!” He linked arms with April and Chloe while blowing kisses at Violet.

  Violet blew kisses back, feeling right at home surrounded by the people she cared about most. Lunch was an energetic affair, as everyone was talking at once about the morning’s exploits. Violet listened with only half an ear. She kept thinking about Justin, wondering when would be the next time she would get a chance to be alone with him.

  “You ready to get out of here for a little bit?” Justin asked in a hushed voice. If she was projecting, then Justin was reading her loud and clear.

  “Violet and I are going to get some fresh air. We’ll catch up with y’all at the TDP debut.”

  Violet rose with Justin, his fingers already intertwined with hers.

  “Uh-huh,” Russell said knowingly.

  Violet coughed, glancing away while starting to blush.

  “Oh! I’ll go with y’all!” April jumped up quickly.

  “Uh-uh.” Russell placed his hand on April’s arm, drawing her back down onto her seat.

  April’s expression was priceless. “Oh, I get it!”

  Violet couldn’t stop herself from laughing as Justin whisked her out of the banquet hall, leading her away from the never-ending crowds of the convention center. Pulling her along, he ducked down another hallway and then made a sharp right down yet another before opening a door marked Storage Room. Once inside, Justin turned the lock; a shit-eating grin played across his face.

  “Cozy,” Violet observed, pressing up against the wall, the sexual tension evident between them.

  Justin crashed into her, his kiss hungry and expectant. “This dress,” he said huskily between kisses, “is delectable — you are delectable.”

  “Mmm . . . savor every moment, baby.” Violet braced one of her heels up on a mop bucket while hitching her dress up to her waist, taunting him with her red panties.

  Violet bit down on her lip as Justin tugged the thin lace to the side, slipping a finger into her sopping wet pussy. Hurriedly she undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, impatient to feel him inside of her.

  “Thiiissss,” Justin hissed as Violet sunk down on his cock. His thrusts started shaking the shelf of cleaning supplies near the mop bucket.

  “Mmm . . . hmm.” Violet felt her pussy begin to spasm around his cock, her orgasm coming on way too soon.

  Justin continued to pump in and out of her while she felt herself become light-headed with pleasure, soaking his cock with her juices.

  “Yesss . . . comminnggg.” His words were drawn from him in ragged breaths.

  She rested her forehead on his, panting and sweaty, still feeling his seed seep out of her; she couldn’t get enough.

  “We need to get back before Russell hunts us down,” Violet said, though her words were weak and unconvincing.

  “Or we could just stay in the janitor’s closet for the rest of the day,” Justin said temptingly.

  “Mmm . . . promise me you have plans for us tonight” — she ran a finger over his lips — “that don’t include a mop bucket.”

  Justin laughed while he tucked his shirt in and zipped up his jeans. “I do, my horny little muse, I do.”

  “I look like I just got fucked,” Violet said to her reflection in a small compact mirror while attempting to fix her lipstick.

  “You did just get fucked.” Justin came around to her side, kissing her on the cheek. “You’re beautiful. You ready?”

  They slipped out of the storage room, making their way to The Devil’s Playground runway show. Sneaking into the show right before it was about to start, they found two empty seats next to Russell, who eyeballed them and then raised one eyebrow, slightly amused.

  “Do you have any idea how difficult it was to hold these seats?” He huffed at Justin, “Boss Man, you don’t pay me enough!”

  Justin patted him on the back. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, Russell.”

  “You can make it up to me tomorrow when we kick TDP’s ass!” Russell exclaimed as the lights went down.

  Violet rested her hand on Justin’s left knee as he covered hers with his. It was time to see just what the Devil was made of.

  Chapter Twenty

  Justin

  “We’re so screwed.” Justin’s shoulders slumped forward as he and his team exited the runway show.

  “They weren’t that good,” Violet objected.

  “No, they weren’t,” Russell agreed before adding, “they were magnificent!”

  “That’s not what I needed to hear,” Justin muttered.

  The Devil’s Playground runway debut had been nothing short of spectacular. It didn’t help that their chosen color palette also happened to be quite similar to Chenille’s: heavy on the red and black, but instead of hints of white, TDP was featuring gold throughout their lingerie line. It was minor, really, but Justin had been around the fashion industry all of his life; even the subtlest of changes could make or break competing designers, which could mean endorsements or magazine covers for one and not even a second glance for the other.

  “Hello, Justin, earth to Justin.” Violet was snapping her fingers in front of his face. They were already standing in the parking lot outside the giant convention center. He didn’t even remember leaving the building.

  “Sorry, I guess I’m just distracted.” He was worried. All eyes were on him to deliver some final words of encouragement, but he wasn’t feeling it.

  Russell clapped his hands together. “Gather around, darlings! Clearly The Devil’s Playground has cast a spell over the convention, as even Boss Man here is beside himself. We have our own magic to deliver on the runway tomorrow. We will not go silent
ly into the night!”

  “Russell, it’s four o’clock in the afternoon!” Violet replied wryly, shaking her head.

  Russell rolled his eyes. “You get my point! The week’s not over yet.”

  “He’s right,” Justin interjected. “TDP’s debut was fabulous, but ours will be better. We’ve been preparing for this moment, and now it’s here. It’s time we showed the fashion world what we can bring to the table. Everyone, get a good night’s sleep tonight, and I’ll see you backstage tomorrow morning at six o’clock.”

  Everyone groaned when he mentioned what time to meet up but he knew his team was ready for this and that they wouldn’t let him down.

  Russell leaned over to Violet and said “Dylan’s coming tomorrow, and Boss Man is bringing his BFF, Shawn, too.” Russel sighed dreamily. “Hunky, blonde fresh meat.”

  “Russell!” Violet admonished. “You have Dylan; leave Shawn alone.”

  “Oh, not for me, darling.” He waved his hands in the air. “I have the love of my life, but I do have some friends that would just love to meet him.”

  Violet shook her head. “Poor Shawn, he’s never going to know what hit him.”

  “That’s the whole idea!” Russell blew her kisses as everyone said their goodbyes and headed towards their cars.

  “Alone at last,” Justin quipped to Violet as the last of his employees drove away.

  “Are you going to be okay?” Violet asked, concerned.

  Justin took her hand and tucked it under his arm, walking her over to his car. “I’m going to be fine. What’s done is done. We can’t change the show; we can only move forward, and hope that it’s enough to garner the attention it deserves.”

  “I think it’s going to be a huge hit,” Violet said with encouragement. “After all, I still have a surprise for you tomorrow — trust me; it’s all going to come together nicely.”

  “I trust you,” Justin said, and he meant it. He opened the car door for her and kissed her sultry bottom lip. “Speaking of surprises, I have one for you as well.”

  “Oh?” Violet’s interest was piqued.

  “I’ve booked a suite for us downtown.” Justin slipped into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition.

  “We’re not going back to your place?” She stuck her bottom lip out, and Justin had to resist the urge to nibble on it.

  “Nope, I’ve got something better planned.” He tore his eyes off of her, needing to concentrate on the road.

  Violet leaned over, resting one of her hands on his thigh while he drove. “I like ‘better,’” she replied seductively.

  Justin rested a hand on top of hers as he drove. Man, he loved this woman.

  “No peeking.” Justin nudged her forward as he unlocked the double doors to their penthouse suite in the Lawrie Hotel & Spa in downtown Atlanta. He steered Violet forward, checking to make sure her blindfold was still in place.

  Once she was standing in the middle of the suite, he whispered into her ear, “Ready?”

  “Ready,” she whispered back.

  He untied the blindfold, letting it drop to the floor. Her initial intake of breath was audible as her eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room. Her expression of utter delight made his heart soar as he grinned at her.

  “Justin, this is . . . beyond . . . anything . . . I . . .” Violet stuttered out her words.

  The suite was awash in shades of purple from roses and petals that covered every available table in the room. Cream-colored candles flickered in between the flowers of all different shapes and sizes, creating an atmosphere of romance. The entire display framed the floor to ceiling windows of the corner penthouse that boasted a breathtaking view of the city’s skyline.

  “Here’s the best part,” Justin said, coming up behind her and placing a small remote control in her hand. “Click this button.”

  Violet did as he asked, and the skyline began to disappear as the windows tinted to a dark shade of black, reflecting only the candles and the roses in their glass. “Ohhhh, now that’s something new.” She giggled.

  “No more Peeping Toms,” Justin said triumphantly, turning his woman toward him.

  “No more Peeping Toms,” Violet repeated as he lowered his lips to hers.

  He took his time relishing the sweet softness of her lips, the scent of her skin, and the way her body melded into his. Lazily he pushed his tongue into her mouth, savoring the sweet taste that belonged only to Violet, his Violet. “I have another surprise for you,” he murmured, breaking the kiss.

  “I’m not sure what you could possibly do to top this,” she said breathlessly with heat in her eyes.

  He led her to the bedroom, where a massage table was set up, complete with towels and oils. Light classical music wafted through the air.

  “Lingerie is not the only thing I have a knack for,” Justin said, unzipping her dress. “Finish getting undressed and lie facedown. I will return in a minute to give you a massage the likes of which you have never experienced before.”

  “Sounds heavenly. Who am I to refuse such a gift?” Violet pulled off her heels.

  Justin went into the bathroom to change into a pair of silk pajama pants. He grinned at his reflection. Finally he had some alone time with his woman.

  “Ready?” he called to her before entering the bedroom.

  “Ready.” Her voice was muffled in the headrest of the massage table.

  “Just close your eyes and relax.” Justin squeezed a sizable amount of oil into his palms, rubbing them together before starting on Violet’s left shoulder. Methodically he began using his thumbs in a circular motion, working on the knots and kinks in her muscles.

  “Ahhhhh,” Violet sighed approvingly as Justin felt her body relax more into the table.

  “That’s it, just let go,” he whispered, working his hands farther down the left side of her back, sometimes incorporating the use of his elbow or the side of his arm. Eventually he could feel some of her tension give way as her skin began to feel more pliable. Gradually he moved downward to her buttocks, and she hissed out her pain as he worked on the area where her bottom met her thighs.

  “I had no idea I could be so sensitive there,” she mumbled into the towel.

  “You would be surprised where we hold our stress,” Justin commented while kneading her glutes with his strong, warm hands. “Not to worry, when I am done with you, your ass will feel like butter.”

  Violet giggled, relaxing again while Justin continued to work his magic.

  He gently repositioned her legs, spreading them slightly apart as he began to massage the outer lips of her pussy, rolling the plump folds in between his fingers before releasing them to start the process over again. Once in a while, he would caress her clit, enjoying the shutter of sensations that would overtake her body. Continuing his ministrations, he rubbed farther down her leg until he reached her beautifully manicured foot, using his knuckles on the ball and heel, feeling for sore spots that needed release.

  Violet cooed and moaned every once in a while, obviously drifting off into a more transcendent state of bliss. Justin stared down lovingly at her as he moved on to the right side of her body to repeat the entire process over again.

  Once finished, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Time to turn over, baby.”

  Violet giggled while Justin helped her roll over onto her back. She smiled up at him with a dazed look. “I could stay here like this forever.”

  Justin chuckled. “I’m glad you are feeling so satisfied, but I’m not done yet.”

  Reapplying more oil to his hands, he began to massage her breasts, cupping each one while he worked his fingers around the tissue, using a light pressure on her soft mounds. In a clockwise motion, he reached her areolas and then her nipples, which were already as hard as rocks. Inadvertently Violet opened her legs wider as she arched her back off of the massage table.

  “Is my little muse getting horny?” Justin asked deviously.

  “Oh God, yes, yes!” she replied
in a rush.

  With one hand Justin undid the drawstring on his silk pants, and they fell to the floor. Without lifting his touch from her skin, his other hand grazed down her breast and past the roundness of her belly as he walked to the end of the table. In one fluid motion, he brought her legs to the edge of the table, bringing her wet lips in line with his cock.

  “What does my little slut want?” Justin asked as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down over her slit.

  “I want to feel you inside of me.” Violet’s voice was barely audible.

  “I can’t hear you, little slut,” Justin teased, pressing his cock just inside the entrance of her now engorged and pink pussy before pulling it back out again.

  Violet propped herself up on her elbows. “I want to feel you in me. Now!” Her eyes were almost black with desire in the candlelight.

  “So demanding,” he taunted while he inched his cock inside of her, relishing the feeling of the walls of her sex contracting and expanding around him as he ever so slowly sunk into her. Looping his arms around her thighs, he buried himself deep inside of her as he slowly began to fuck her with sensual, long thrusts.

  “Sooo goooodd.” Violet’s words oozed from her lips.

  “Mmm . . . harder,” she commanded, coming out of her haze.

  Justin kissed the top of her knee. “Do you think that you are in control?” His voice was thick. “I’ll show you who’s in control here.” Without waiting for her response, he slammed into her over and over again, working up to a frenzied rhythm.

  Violet grasped the sides of the table while Justin enjoyed the view of her oiled breasts sliding back and forth over her body. Her hair was a mess of curls framing her face, and her lipstick had smeared across her pouting lips. She resembled a wanton goddess — lustful and voluptuous. When her head dipped back and her pussy clenched around his dick, he knew she was close. Taking an oiled finger, he slipped it into her puckered rosebud while continuing to fuck her. The added pressure gave him the result he wanted as she squirted her orgasm out around his cock, her juices spilling out onto the massage table.

  With a final few hard thrusts, he felt his own release coming in thick spurts deep in her womb. As he came down from his high and his breathing returned to normal, he wondered lazily if she was still able to get pregnant. The thought of a little Justin or Violet running around made him growl possessively as he pulled her up into a heated kiss.