VelvetValentines

by VJ

  “Glad to see you again, Master Derek.” Sinclair Martin was waiting at the smoked glass doors leading to the play area.

  “Dammit, Sin,” Derek gritted out, frustrated by the delay. “Why the fuck did you let her in?” Derek didn’t know what reaction he’d expected, but it hadn’t been for Sin to laugh and slap him on the back.

  “Oh, man, you have a lot to learn about loving your woman.”

  “There is nothing you can tell me about loving Elise.” Derek just barely kept his anger in check. He wouldn’t accomplish anything beyond wasting more time by punching Sin in his smirking face.

  The ring in his pocket felt like a lead weight. “Where is she, Sin?” Derek demanded. “I never wanted this world to touch her.”

  “You know damn well you have to let her make that decision for herself,” Sin chided him. “Or you should know. You’ve forgotten one of the golden rules, buddy. Trust.” Sin sighed, then continued. “And that trust goes both ways. She’s willing to trust you here, with her body and with her heart. Now you have to trust in her strength, I think Elise is much stronger than you realize. And she loves you. You have the chance at something really special, so don’t screw it up.”

  Sin held out Derek’s gold coin. “She’s in your old room,” he stated. “You’d better get there before someone else with fewer trust issues decides to give her what she came here looking for.” The Dom dropped the coin into Derek’s hand.

  Anger dropped a scarlet veil over Derek’s vision at the thought of another man with Elise, Mastering her. He took off through a set of double doors and down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, he slammed the door open and stalked into the room.

  Derek opened the door and jerked to a halt, the breath knocked out of his lungs at the sight that awaited him. Elise, his Elise, stood displayed in the middle of the room. Her cuffed hands attached to the bar stretched her deliciously, and he devoured her with his eyes. Starting at her white, fuck-me boots, he let his gaze travel the length of her long, stocking-encased legs. Her tiny red skirt barely covered her pussy. In fact, if she breathed too hard, he thought it might ride up and bare that sweet flesh entirely.

  His mouth went dry while his eyes continued to feast on her. The red bustier pushed her perfect breasts up, displaying her pale areolas. He knew that with just a little attention from his mouth they’d draw up into ripe berries. Her normally straight reddish-blonde hair was in a curly, messy pile on top of her head. Her skin glistened and her breathing was quick and shallow as he pushed the door closed behind him.

  “Christ, Elise. You’re beautiful.” He moved slowly to her, his steps measured as he took deep breaths. His first instinct was to turn her over his knee and spank her perfect ass until it was red and marked by his handprints. “What are you doing, Elise?”

  “I’m waiting for you to Master me.” Her voice was smoky and it drove Derek fucking nuts.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” He reached out a forefinger and stroked her red-painted lips. He hoped she didn’t hear the desperation in his voice. He was an inch away from snapping the last thread of his rapidly fraying control. The thought was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

  “I’m asking you to trust me with all of you.” Her blue eyes met his, filled with calm acceptance. “I love you, Derek. I want a future with you.” She pressed a soft kiss to the finger he still was tracing around her full lips. “But we can’t have a future if it’s based on denial.” She looked him straight in the eyes, all the passion and intensity of her personality burning straight to his soul. “So, yes, I know what I’m asking for. I’m asking you to make me yours in every way possible.”

  Her conviction was his undoing. He wanted what she did—a future wrapped in her warmth. He only hoped that this fire didn’t leave only ashes behind it.

  “And you think you’ve got what it takes to please a Master?” It was unbelievably easy to slip back into the role of Dom, into the rhythm of command and control.

  “I have what it takes to please you.” She smiled. It was a wicked, wanton kind of smile that reminded him that the true power in any D/s relationship belonged to the sub, and Derek wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and worship the glowing goddess before him.

  “I guess we’ll just have to see about that now, won’t we?” He loosened his tie, moving around behind her.

  “There are rules, baby.” He traced one finger down the line of her spine, bared by the bustier.

  “I know the rules, Derek.” He raised an eyebrow and lifted his hand and gave her a stinging little smack to her rear. Her surprised yelp was music to his ears.

  “Rule one—in here I am Master, and you will address me as such.” He smoothed his hand over her buttock and smiled as he felt the blood rise to the surface, causing it to pinken. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She was rattled, and it was making her snappish. Derek knew that tone well.

  “Yes what, baby? If this is what you truly want, then we’re going to do it my way, not the way you think it should be done.” He landed another smack to the opposite cheek and she let out a small yelp.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied. Her voice was a little shaky and Derek felt a rush of arousal that almost had him shooting in his pants. At the same time he was more afraid than he’d ever been in his life. He’d given in without consciously deciding to. He was going to give Elise exactly what she was asking for. He could only pray she could handle the reality of his Dominant side.

  He pulled off his tie and pulled the silk through his fingers, remembering how a mere hour ago he’d imagined the deep jewel tones against her ivory skin. With a slow smile he knew would have made her rethink her plan if she’d seen it, he lifted it over her head, settling it over her eyes and blindfolding her. Derek knew that without her sight all her other senses would be that much more intense.

  “Excellent, baby.” He pressed his lips to her nape, reveling in her quick intake of breath, her involuntary shiver. “Now, do you know what a safe word is?”

  “Yes. If I want to stop I say the word.” He knotted the tie snugly behind her head, making sure her eyes were completely covered.

  “That’s right. If you say the safe word we stop and take stock. Your safe word is ‘snow’.” It was easy enough for her to remember. “Rule two,” he continued. “Unless I specifically tell you not to speak, you may ask questions. You may not argue,” he added, knowing his little lawyer far too well. “But you may ask for explanations.”

  “Yes, Master.” There was way too much amusement in the words, but he’d work on that.

  “Now.” He was practically rubbing his hands together in anticipation, all but drooling at the sight of her. “Do you have any questions?”

  She shook her head slowly, and he smiled.

  “Then it’s time to begin.”

  Elise drew a deep breath, closed her eyes behind the silk tie and wondered what the hell had she gotten herself into. Gone was her sweet, funny Derek. In his place was a dark, seductive stranger who could demand her soul if he chose. He was a gorgeous man, she’d always thought that, but now he was more. His sexual potency surrounded her in a cocoon of anticipation, making her ache with an unfamiliar need.

  It shocked her how freeing it felt to be bound and blinded. She could hear him moving around the room, opening drawers and crinkling plastic wrappers. He said nothing and didn’t seem in any particular hurry to start the evening. With each second that passed, she felt her body draw tighter, her pussy swell and soften.

  Elise’s ass was warm from Derek’s hand, and when he’d spanked her she’d felt it all through her body. It had left her tingling and wishing he’d done it more. That had been the real stunner, that she liked the smack of his hand on her bare butt. She couldn’t sort through the myriad feelings running through her mind at that moment, she only knew she wanted more.

  “Spread your legs wide for me. I want to look at your bare ass.” His hand wrapped around one thigh while she moved t
he other. She felt him move her skirt up and run the tips of his fingers along the cheeks of her behind.

  He opened her up with two hands and more cool air than she’d expected hit her vaginal lips. When she’d planned her attack, Elise had made a special preparation, subjecting herself to a Brazilian wax. The painful procedure had left her pussy absolutely bare except for a narrow strip of downy, dark-blonde hair. She smiled to herself, imagining Derek’s reaction when he finally worked his way to the front of her. He began tracing one finger over the base of her spine and Elise shivered, forgetting about her surprise, forgetting everything but the feeling of his finger, coated with cool, slick lube and moving down her crack to the dark opening where no one had ever ventured.

  “Have you ever taken anyone here?” His voice was low, as if he were distracted by what he was doing. God knew, she was distracted.

  She must have taken too long to answer, because he dropped another stinging smack to her ass, causing her to jerk a little in her bonds. It was just enough movement to press his finger against the tightly budded opening between her cheeks.

  “Tell me, baby. Have you ever taken anyone into this tight ass?” She managed to shake her head, completely absorbed in the dark, shockingly good sensations streaking through her from where his finger pressed deeper with every pulsing movement. “Have you taken anything here? Maybe worked your vibrator up this tight little hole and fucked your own ass?”

  “No, Master.” She managed to choke the words out. She squeezed her eyes behind the tie, his frank language thrilling her. When they made love neither of them made much noise beyond moans and a few pretty words. Who knew hearing him talk dirty would have her creaming in a flood that slicked the insides of her thighs?

  “This is just one of the places I’m going to take you tonight, baby.” He emphasized his words, pressing his finger deeper. Elise couldn’t hold back a squeak of surprise and pleasure at the unfamiliar intrusion. He tapped her ass. “None of that. You wanted me to take you, to Master you. By the time we’re done here, I’ll own you, baby.” He pressed harder and whispered, almost too softly for her to hear, “For better or worse.”

  “I’m going to stretch you now,” he murmured against her nape. His breath stirred the tendrils of hair that had escaped her up-do and sent little licks of fire over her skin. “There will be some pain.” He paused to stroke the tip of his tongue over the tender skin behind her ear and she let out a little mewl of pleasure. “There’s supposed to be some pain.” She thought she should be scared. She probably would have been if everything he did and said wasn’t flooding her pussy.

  His finger retreated and she whimpered in disappointment. God, he hadn’t done anything more than smack her ass and finger her rear opening and she was ready to come. Something cool and smooth prodded her tingling opening and she instinctively tensed.

  “Relax, baby, and let me in.” The slim, hard object worked through the tough ring of muscle, stroking over nerve endings she’d never guessed existed.

  “Just breathe into the burn and push out for me.” His voice was darkly seductive and she obeyed instinctively. In her mind’s eye she imagined him standing behind her, his silk shirt loosened at the collar, those black trousers cupping his oh-so-fine ass. He was working a wand vibrator up her ass. She recognized the shape of the thing, though she’d never taken one there.

  “You’re still so tense, baby.” She rolled her eyes behind her blindfold. She was tense, but he knew her body well enough to recognize that it was a very good tension.

  “Maybe this will help you to relax.” A low buzz made her jump. Then his fingers were sliding along her slit, from anus to clit, drawing a smooth, vibrating egg along her sensitive lower lips.

  “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just relax into all these soothing vibrations on your clit.”

  He’d always been a tease, but now his teasing took on a dark edge, a wickedness that thrilled and amused and infuriated her all at once.

  His fingers glided along her silky smooth, bare pussy lips and she felt the exact second he noticed her surprise. His cock leaped, pressing into the curve of her ass as he whispered a low curse.

  “What have you done to yourself, baby?” His voice rasped like sandpaper, stimulating all her senses.

  “A surprise for you,” she answered, forgetting everything but the press of his cock and the relentless pressure in her ass, the relentless vibration against her clit.

  His hand fell sharply on her ass three more times. Her skin burned but her pussy throbbed with every blow.

  “How do you address me?” His guttural tone was undoing Elise. She could hear his hunger, his need for her to comply.

  “A surprise for you, Master,” she moaned. It felt good rolling off her tongue. Derek. Her lover. Her Master. It was as natural as waking in the morning, and they’d only just begun.

  Damn, but she was a feast for the senses. The vivid colors of the silk tie covering her eyes made her skin glow like a moonlit pearl. Her body gleamed in the candlelight. She smelled like vanilla and cinnamon and spice, and he knew from long experience that she tasted just as sweet.

  His fingers slipped easily along the bare, velvety skin of her pussy. The bare, velvety skin. She was always so soft down there, so delicate. He’d never imagined she could be even softer, silkier.

  He moved around her, unable to wait a second more to see his surprise. Slowly, taunting them both, he grasped the hem of her postage-stamp-sized skirt and began to draw it up. Her breath came in quick, soft pants, and he found himself breathing in time to her rhythm. Too hot, too fast, too much. He was glad she was blindfolded. It wouldn’t do for his delectable little wannabe submissive to see him lose his mind at the sight of her bare pussy.

  He tucked the hem of her skirt into her waistband, leaving an uninterrupted view. The skin of her lower tummy and thighs was like smooth, pale satin. Her golden curls were trimmed to a fine, downy line that pointed like an exclamation mark. This is the spot. This is where everything warm and sweet in the world lies.

  He realized his hands were trembling. Shit. Fuck. He had to get himself under control. He knew now, maybe too late, that in order to keep Elise he had to give her everything. He had to love her enough, trust her enough, to Master her. He couldn’t do that if he melted into a puddle at her dainty booted feet.

  “What made you do this?” he gritted out when he’d regained enough control to speak.

  “It’s in all the books,” she whispered back. He loved that she whispered, as if she were sharing a naughty secret. Hell, this whole night was a naughty secret. “Sometimes the women do it on their own, sometimes their men ask them to.” She paused and her tongue glided over her plump lower lip. “Sometimes their men command them to…”

  Derek smiled and dropped to his knees at her feet.

  “You’re beautiful, Lise.” He blew a light puff of air against her bare lips and watched her shudder. “You’ve always been beautiful. But baby, seeing you all bare like this…you are a fucking work of art.”

  He couldn’t resist any longer. Her pussy was glazed with cream, sweet and spicy, and he needed to taste. Without warning, he leaned in and swiped his tongue in one long, luxurious sweep along the length of her slit. She jerked in surprise, then moaned and melted into the caress.

  He dipped back again and again, each sip just making his craving for her deeper. Each taste leaving him wanting more of her. Hell, he wanted to lap up all her cream, all her pleasure, her fucking soul if he could.

  Slowly he brought himself under control. She was twisting in her bonds, her body performing an unconscious dance of arousal. He rimmed his tongue around her opening and felt the muscles flutter, a sure sign that orgasm was mere seconds away.

  “Ah-ah-ah…” He pulled back just enough to speak, letting his lips graze her ripe, swollen flesh. She moaned his name, her hips thrusting, trying to regain contact. “This is my surprise. I get to enjoy it.” He waited for her breathing to calm just a bit before he continued. “You
don’t get to come. Not yet, and not until I give you permission.”

  “Derek.” Her voice was a raw whimper, and she cried out when his palm made sharp contact with her pussy.

  “How do you address me?” He kept his voice as sharp as the smack to her private flesh.

  “Master,” she panted. “Master, I don’t think I can control it. You touch me and I need to come.”

  That was sweet music to his ears. Their lovemaking had always been so gentle, so tender. Knowing that even this little edge was a welcome addition to their sex life felt like an anvil had been lifted off his back.

  “But my love.” He’d gotten back enough control to speak in a silky, threatening voice. “My precious baby, that’s part of the fun. You wait until I give you permission.” He paused to lick delicately at her clit and she jerked and gave a high, bright cry. “And when you disobey me, I get to punish you.”

  Chapter Four

  Elise had never been so turned-on in her life. Every inch of her was stimulated in one way or another. Her skin tingled gently from the oil Ty had applied. Her pussy, bare of any protective covering, was almost unbearably sensitive. Even the whisper of Derek’s breath sent shudders through her body. When he flicked the flushed, honey-glazed lips with a mischievous tongue, she couldn’t stop her hips from jerking toward him, begging silently for a firmer touch.

  But even more than the physical sensations, her mind was completely engaged. The knowledge that Derek, her Derek, was there, watching her with that sinful, sexy, almost predatory look, sent shivers up her spine.

  He’d known just what he was doing when he’d blindfolded her. Every other sense was heightened. Her skin glowed with heat. Her nose twitched at the scent of vanilla from the candles filling the room. She found herself straining her ears, trying to catch the slightest hint of movement from him, trying to guess what his next action would be…