VelvetValentines

by VJ

  He walked over to the small sink that was positioned near the control panel and let the water run, she assumed, until it was warm. Then he soaked a thick cloth, which he brought back to her.

  “I want you to feel my cum on you, but you don’t need to drip with it,” he commented wryly as he stroked the warm, wet cloth lightly over her body. She was so primed that even the soft rasp of the cloth over her nipples nearly sent her over. He seemed to sense her distress because he stopped and tapped her nose lightly with a finger. “No way, baby. You don’t come until I give you permission, and that’s not going to happen for a good long time.” She couldn’t throttle back her moan of protest, and he laughed as he returned the cloth to the sink.

  “Now,” he said briskly as he walked to the cabinet where a dizzying variety of toys was displayed. “I think I’d like to show my submissive off.” He shot her a wicked look. “You are so fucking sexy in nothing but those stockings and boots. The other Doms will be panting for a chance at you.” She felt her eyes widen. He’d warned her that he might let others touch her, but she hadn’t really faced the reality of it.

  Derek was standing in front of her again. His cock was already stirring and she couldn’t hold back a small smile. He’d just come like a geyser, and the sight of her had him nearly ready to come again already.

  He cupped his cock firmly, not making any attempt to arouse. She hadn’t noticed what he was holding, but now she felt her eyes widen as he worked a thick rubber circle over his semi-hard length, stretching it between his fingers until he could work it under his balls as well. He didn’t say anything, but Elise savored the idea that he needed the cock ring to control himself as he worked her.

  It seemed he’d shown her all he intended to for the moment, because he walked back to the control panel as he settled his briefs and pants back into place, doing them up efficiently. “Stand up,” he commanded and pressed the button that took up the chain so that she was all but lifted to her feet.

  “You seemed to like seeing me…adorned,” he commented. He was sorting through a drawer of the cabinet as he spoke, and Elise felt a slow shiver work down her spine. She didn’t know what he had planned next, but she knew it would push her even farther past her preconceived boundaries, and she couldn’t wait. He found what he was looking for and moved back to face her.

  “Maybe you’ll enjoy being adorned too.” His voice was a low, husky growl. She loved it. Reaching out, he caught one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched, hard. Elise cried out sharply at the sensation, and also for the sheer pleasure of the sound. Derek sent her a surprisingly sweet smile in response. She’d never been a vocal lover, and she knew he recognized the significance of her cries. She was deliberately giving him more than she’d ever given before. She was giving him everything.

  He worked the bud of her nipple for a minute or two, pinching and pulling, sending wild shafts of pleasure through her chest to arrow down to her clenching pussy.

  “Master,” she gasped in distress. He kept up the stimulation as he gave her an inquiring look. “Please, Master,” she panted. “I need to come.”

  He shook his head and lightened his touch on her nipple. “You may not,” he said firmly. “But I’ll help you to hold off,” he added. With no other warning, he clipped a red jeweled clamp on the aching flesh.

  She couldn’t have held back the scream if she’d tried. The agonizing pleasure of his touch bled into the agonizing pain of the clamp, then back to pleasure as he engulfed the nipple, clamp and all, in his hot mouth.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” The chant was involuntary and utterly out of her control. The pain was excruciating, the pleasure scalding. Her body was in shock, icy cold and burning at the same time. Her pussy didn’t seem to share the confusion, though. It clenched and clutched at emptiness and wept for fulfillment.

  Derek lifted his head and smiled into her eyes. His held such an expression of affection and approval that Elise thought she could happily drown in their warmth.

  Then he applied the second clamp.

  When she came down off the rush of the bite of the metal and the velvet of his tongue, Derek had his hand buried between her legs, two fingers burrowing deep inside her.

  “You really need to come, don’t you, baby?” he asked, pulling his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting roughly back in.

  “Yes, Master,” she wailed, not recognizing her own voice. “Please, Derek. Master. Please.”

  Damn if the begging didn’t turn her on as much as it seemed to do to him.

  “Not yet, Lise,” he said sympathetically. He removed his fingers and lifted them to his mouth, licking her juice from the digits with obvious relish. “Just think, though,” he added. “It’ll be so much more powerful, so much stronger, if you wait.”

  More powerful than when he’d applied the nipple clamps? Her heart would explode.

  He reached up and unhooked her wrist cuffs from the bar and reached around her, re-hooking them to each other behind her back. Elise drank in the moment, soaking up his closeness and the almost-embrace. Then the moment was over and he was standing back to slip his belt from around her neck. He tossed it to the side with a smile and produced a white leather collar, which he buckled snugly around her neck.

  “That is so pretty, baby,” he commented, running the tip of his finger along the edge of the collar. “White skin, white stockings and those pretty red cuffs.” He leaned in and kissed her throat just above the white leather. “And my collar around that beautiful throat.”

  Raising his head, he clipped a gold chain to the collar. Oh my God, she thought. He was going to lead her around like a pet on a leash. The thought sent a secret thrill through her.

  “Now here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” Derek began in the same voice he used to address a jury. Calm and matter-of-fact. She shivered. “I am going to parade you around the third floor.” She shuddered. He smiled. “I am going to show off my possession to every Dom and sub out there. They will covet you, and if they ask nicely enough, I might let them touch you. You’ll allow it, Elise. You’ll crave it, because you’ll know it pleases me.” He cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “It pleases me, because I know how hot it will make you. I know how high it will send you.” A rough sigh escaped her. He was already sending her through the stratosphere.

  “One more thing, baby,” he added with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. A delicious dread filled her at the expression. “You’re going to be following me on your knees.”

  Elise gulped. Oh God.

  The parade passed in a blur. Derek led her out of the private room, keeping up a pace that was just a little too fast to be comfortable. At first she was so focused on keeping up that she couldn’t concentrate on what was going on around her. After a few minutes, though, she began to get impressions of the room around her.

  The music was hypnotic. It was loud enough for her to make out the words about a woman who needed to learn to crawl before her man walked away… Ironic or fitting? Elise was too turned-on to decide which. Another few minutes and she became aware of the eyes on her, the soft, complimentary comments to Derek and his steady, pleasant responses.

  She jumped violently when a strange hand trailed down her back, and couldn’t stop herself from looking up sharply. An older man, maybe fifty, looked back at her with one brow raised. His silver-dusted hair glittered in the white twinkle-lights. That was the only glimpse she got, though, because Derek gave her leash a sharp tug. When she looked quickly at him he was frowning and pointing bluntly at the floor. Elise hastily lowered her eyes.

  He led her around the entire room, first circling the perimeter, then weaving through the tables. Occasionally he would pause and speak to another Dom or Domme. Their subs sent furtive looks at Elise—sly, conspiratorial smiles. Elise found herself returning the secretive glances. It was as if they, the subs, all shared a secret, silent language. We know who’s really in charge, the glances said. We know who holds the power, and i
t’s not them.

  At last, when her head was spinning from the music and her body was humming from the random touches, he led her to a small platform and stopped.

  “Are you ready, baby?” he asked softly. She nodded silently. He unclipped the leash and draped it over his neck, then offered her his hand. He lifted her to her feet and his eyes roamed possessively over her body. “Then let’s continue,” he said, and turned her to face the platform.

  Chapter Five

  Derek helped Elise up onto the small stage. It raised her about twelve inches off the floor, showing off her mile-long legs and placing her delectable breasts at eye-level. He laid her arms along two leather-bound supports and gently pushed her back so that the upper part of her back was supported by more soft leather.

  She looked like a sexy, erotic winter fairy. He bound her wrists to the arm rests with black silken ties and repeated the action on her slim ankles encased in her fuck-me boots. The apparatus left her completely accessible from the waist down, front and back.

  She wore nothing but the short skirt. He grabbed the waist band of the skirt and pulled it up until her pussy glistened in the red and white lights twinkling in the public play area.

  Her perfect tits stuck out straight and proud, her nipples a cherry-red from the clamps holding them tightly. Derek couldn’t have been prouder of her than he was at this moment. He’d been wrong, he realized. She wasn’t some little fairy sexpot. She was the goddess of sex, ready to sacrifice herself on the altar of pleasure. He rubbed the front of his pants, trying to calm the ache in his dick. He’d never been so fucking attracted to her as he was in that one glorious moment.

  Before parading her into the public room, he’d been terrified that it would be too much for her and he’d be forced to pack away his Dominant side again. A sacrifice he’d been more than willing to make for her…at least up until this point. Now he didn’t know if it was possible to go back. For either of them.

  As he posed Elise in the middle of the public play area of Velvet Ice’s third floor, Derek realized that this was the final test. Could she handle being on display to anyone who cared to look? Could she take it when he allowed others to bring her pleasure?

  Her head was bowed meekly, but he caught the glitter of her eyes scanning the surrounding area. He knew what she was seeing—naked or barely clothed submissives engaged in a multitude of erotic activities. Some leashed, some acting as tables while others were strapped to various walls, frames and apparatus as their Masters whipped them into sexual frenzies. Moans permeated the exclusive area, men and women alike performing any act their Masters desired of them.

  “I will ask you one last time, Elise, so think carefully before you answer. Can you handle this part of who I am?” He held up his hand as she started to open her mouth.

  “Lise, listen. You have felt my whip. I have shown you how I expect you to behave and how I will parade you as I choose to. The last thing you have to understand is that when we are here, when we are within these walls, I will allow others to touch you, maybe even to take you, for your pleasure and for mine.” Her small hiss did not escape his ears.

  He moved close to her, his bare chest to her bare breasts, his hard cock pressing against her belly through his trousers. He moved his mouth to her ear.

  “I want to see others touch you. I want them to bring you pleasure on my command. Nothing turns me on more than seeing you come apart, and I want to make that happen in as many ways as I can think of. Sometimes I will want you to suck or fuck another man.” He slid his tongue along the delicate shell of her ear. “Oh, yes, Lise. I want to see your sweet pink mouth swallow another man’s dick. The idea of seeing you bent over and taken by another man, knowing he wouldn’t dare to touch you without my permission, has my cock ready to explode.”

  He nipped her chin. His hands slid to her clamped nipples and he flicked the tight buds. “Does the idea of me watching you get off excite you, baby?” He backed an inch away from her face. “Let’s see how wet my pussy is.”

  He pushed two fingers between her plump lower lips and the hiss that escaped into the room this time was his. “Oh fuck, Lise. You’re gushing. You love the idea of all the things I’m going to do with you, don’t you?” He removed two fingers and pushed four into her pussy. The flesh was supple and tight and he slid his thumb along her heated clit and pumped into her. “Fuck, baby. You’re stretched so good for me. Look how much you can take.”

  She opened her eyes and locked her gaze on his hand, watching him finger her, stretch her. Her pussy got softer, wetter with every thrust. He pulled out his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking three of them.

  “Baby, you taste like honey.” He traced his last finger along her lips. “Lick your juice, baby. Taste what I taste, what I crave, what I love.”

  She looked at him dead-on and slowly her pink tongue licked her lips. He knew the look she had in her eye. It was the take-no-prisoners look she wore in the courtroom during a high-profile case, and a light bulb went off in his head. Elise was totally in her element here, splayed out for the world to see. It was the same way in the courtroom. He’d seen her in action often enough. She loved the attention, loved capturing the minds of the jurors. Elise loved being pushed into stepping up her game. It was one of the reasons she was among the best of her peers. Now she’d turned that need to perform on Velvet Ice’s third floor.

  Elise was going to die. Not from being bound and displayed like the newest decadent treat to enter the room, but from sheer need to orgasm. She didn’t really care how at this point—no, all she cared about was the sweet release only coming could produce.

  She was stunned by the absolute power she felt. She didn’t feel like a slave—she felt like a queen upon her throne waiting to be serviced. Before the night was over, she knew Derek would make her come so many times and in so many ways that she’d never be free of the sensations. Elise had thought this night was about proving she could handle Derek’s sexual preferences. What she’d learned was that these were her sexual preferences she was discovering.

  When he talked about letting another man touch her, taste her and fuck her, she wanted to jump out of her skin. Not in shame or disgust but in triumph, because she knew that by doing these things Derek would lift her to new sexual heights they’d never shared before. The things they’d already done tonight had simply cemented her feelings for Derek in a way time together never had.

  The logical part of her mind told her she was crazy, that her thinking was muddled. Other parts of her—her heart, her body, her very soul—knew this was right for her. Even without Derek looking at her like she was a feast set out for a king, Elise was having a life-altering discovery.

  She liked this place. She liked the way she was dressed and how she felt. She was bathed in erotic delights, and she loved knowing she was at the center of a fantasy like no other. Elise had never felt so powerful before, not in even court facing down a hostile witness. There was no fear inside her. She was a sensuous creature who was pleasing the man she loved. She wanted to please him, needed to make him burn for her the way she burned for him.

  Derek gently brushed a finger across her cheek and sat down in a wingback chair next to where she was bound. He raised his hand to a waitress, who nodded and disappeared into the crowd. It didn’t take long for the striking older man who’d been the first to pet her to approach Derek.

  They weren’t close enough for her to hear their conversation, so she focused on observing them. The stranger was tall, his dark hair brushed with silver at the temples. He was dressed elegantly in a designer suit. He shook Derek’s hand, then moved to stand in front of her.

  Elsie dropped her head, knowing better than to meet his gaze, and the man laughed. “Your Master told me you are a remarkable woman. I see he was correct.” The waitress reappeared with a tray filled with plastic-wrapped toys. The man looked over the offerings and picked up a vibrating wand with a large head. He unwrapped the new toy and laid the plastic on the tray. T
he woman left.

  He turned the wand on, and moved it over her nipples. She whimpered at the sensation, feeling the buds draw even more painfully erect. The anonymous Dom gave a low chuckle and slanted a glance at Derek. “Your slave’s nipples are so responsive,” he murmured. Elise closed her eyes as the vibrations jolted through the clamps.

  “They taste even better,” Derek answered. Elise looked sharply at Derek, who only raised an amused eyebrow in her direction. She knew a dare when given one. She stuck her chest out and offered herself to the stranger. Derek smiled knowingly.

  The Dom bent and took one nipple in his mouth, clamp and all. She cried out in pleasure as his teeth scraped the very tip and tiny electric bolts of pleasure moved up her chest.

  He gentled his lips and sucked lightly, almost tenderly, until her breathing evened out a bit. Then he moved over to sample her left breast, giving it the same exotic treatment as the first. When she was twisting in her bonds, arching her back and trying to force him to take more, to suck harder, he straightened, set the vibrator at her feet and moved away. She whimpered in frustration and unfulfilled lust.

  When she was finally coherent enough to pay attention again, Derek was talking to a man of Asian descent, his features striking, his bone structure perfection. He turned his attention to her, dangling a long scarlet rope in his hands.

  She watched in fascination as he brought the rope around her waist to the front, wrapping it snugly under her breasts. He then criss-crossed the pieces and made an equally snug band above her breasts, caging them in a red nylon harness.

  “I’m using twisted rope, koibito,” the man told her conversationally, “because it will leave beautiful marks on all this creamy white skin.” With a quick twist of the ends, he began to wrap the long tails of the rope around first one, then the other full breast. The rope was tight but not uncomfortable. The pressure caused her breasts to swell between the heavy strands which, in turn, cause the nipple clamps to pinch even tighter.