VelvetValentines

by VJ

  Elise moaned in sensual distress.

  He wrapped until there was only a small amount of slack left, then took it and knotted it behind her neck like a halter. He worked slowly and carefully—the precision of his long, nimble fingers kept her entranced.

  He stepped back and smiled and her breath caught at the beauty of his expression. Then her breath caught again as the slight shift in position tightened the ropes just that tiny bit more. With a brief bow, the lovely Asian man stepped off the stage.

  “Close your eyes, baby,” Derek commanded, and she did.

  The music was low, trancelike. The air was filled with the sound of flesh striking flesh, leather whispering through the air to kiss tender skin. Elise could hear her heart beating, could feel the blood coursing through her veins. The skin of her breasts swelled still more as blood rushed in to fill the tissues only to be trapped by the rope so intricately wrapped around her. Each breath, each heartbeat caused her breasts to become more sensitive, more aroused, until it seemed her entire consciousness was centered on the crack of nearby whips and the pulsing of her nipples in time with her heart.

  She’d begun the slide into herself when a shock of something slippery pooled briefly in the dimple above her ass before sliding in a cool rush between her cheeks.

  Her eyes snapped open and she turned to look at Derek. He was smiling as the unknown hand explored her rear. A single finger swirled what she knew to be lube around her tight hole, rimming her but not penetrating. Her lover’s eyes were hooded as he watched her arch into the touch. Streaks of red slashed over his cheeks. His lips were damp and heavy and he didn’t even try to hide his incredible hard-on. The front of his dress pants was tented and he gripped the base of his erection firmly through the material.

  He looked more turned-on than she’d ever seen him, sitting there like Eros taking pleasure in her surrender to his desires and fantasies. A Domme lounged in a chair next to Derek and he turned his attention away from Elise. Jealousy spiked within her as Derek threw his head back and laughed at something the petite, flame-haired woman said.

  She was jolted out of her jealousy when the invisible person who’d continued probing her rear entrance suddenly pierced her with a thick finger. The finger was quickly removed and replaced with a well-lubed probe. She cried out involuntarily at the sensation of being so deeply impaled, and Derek’s eyes jerked back to her. He gave a slow smile, nodded to whoever was behind her, then turned back to speak to the woman at his side.

  At her feet sat an impressively naked man. He was young and very attractive. His Mistress spoke softly to him. The young man turned his attention to Elise and nodded his head, then crawled over to where she stood. Without saying a word, he rose to his knees, his head parallel with Elise’s pussy. He simply leaned forward and began to lick her. His tongue split her plump lips and surrounded her clit. He suckled it gently, teasing her to the brink of madness. She turned her eyes back to Derek. His pants were unbuttoned and his cock head was peeking out.

  Her entire being focused on her lover, watching, waiting for him to do something. She felt every lick and suck of the sub on his knees but it was Derek’s face that held her gaze. His desire was written plainly across it—his brows were drawn and his breathing was growing harsher by the second.

  But he seemed determined to torture them both.

  Elise lost track of time—she wasn’t sure if she’d been tied up for an hour or days. Derek allowed others to touch her, bring her to the brink of bliss only to be denied in the final moments. She was lightly flogged. The clamps removed from her nipples sent a flood of fiery sensation roaring through her. She was penetrated front and back with vibrating dildos. She was licked and sucked from head to toe, softly, powerfully, so roughly it was almost painful. Her body was wound so tight that a cool breeze across her nipples would surely send her over the edge. And through it all, Derek watched, his face a mask of dangerous passion, eyes nearly black with lust.

  As the last Dom removed his teasing fingers from her clit, tears of frustration gathered in Elise’s eyes. Every neuron in her body was misfiring—she was trembling with need. A need only Derek could remedy. He finally seemed to hear her silent cry, or maybe he just couldn’t restrain himself anymore, because he was suddenly there, close enough to touch, filling her vision and heart.

  His eyes were glazed over with pure lust and something more. Something deeper, needier. He was as wrecked as she, and it gave Elise a thrill to know that she was able to make Derek tremble for her. But there was more to it than the arousal. Derek had offered her the kind of pleasure most women never even dreamed of, and in return she’d given him all of herself—her body, of course, but her heart, her very will. It was all in Derek’s hands now.

  A tear escaped her eye and fell down her cheek. Derek leaned his head against hers. His hands cupped her face. “Elise, I love you.” His quiet declaration overwhelmed her as nothing else during the long night had, and she allowed the tears to fall freely. It didn’t matter that the room was full of strangers—in that moment there was only her and Derek.

  Elise chanced a glance around, wondering if submissives sobbing their eyes out was a normal occurrence. It had to be if they regularly felt anything close to what she was experiencing. To her surprise, the room was nearly empty. No one left was actively playing, though several Doms and the flame-haired Domme from earlier were gently tending their submissives. The music had even stopped. Elise realized she’d been so lost in feeling Derek’s body next to hers that she’d never noticed the room clearing out.

  Derek carefully released Elise from her bonds, pressing each slender wrist against his mouth as he freed her from the heavy satin cord that secured her to the brace. Once he’d made sure she was steady on her feet, he began to unwind the scarlet rope that Wicked had bound her with so decadently. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders as the blood flow returned to something approaching normal. Derek gasped himself at the sight of the beautiful, twisted rope pattern the bindings had left on her ivory skin. He’d told Wicked he wanted her marked, and he knew Wicked had shared Derek’s wishes with her, and Elise had taken it, had welcomed it.

  He was humbled by her compliance with his wishes. He was devastated by her surrender. For the first time in his adult life, Derek knew that someone held a real power over him. The power to satisfy him, the power to please him and the power to break him in two.

  A surrender like hers was a gift to cherish, a gift far beyond anything he deserved or had dared to hope for. In return, Derek knew he’d spend the rest of his life making her every dream come true.

  She swayed a little in those fuck-me boots, and he scooped her into his arms with a soft smile. While it was true that the third floor had mostly cleared out, he knew that the public portion of their evening had come to an end. What was left between them for tonight was private.

  He carried her easily into his private room, glancing briefly around at the furnishings he’d chosen so long ago. He’d been right in a way, he realized. When he’d met Elise, his life as Master Derek had been permanently altered. The Master Derek before Elise had never really understood the power of seeing the woman he loved glowing, incandescent from his control over her. D/s would never be a mere means to sexual release for him again. Not now that he’d had it rock him to the foundations of his very soul.

  He laid Elise gently on the bed, then unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to pool on the floor. He was crazed to have her, to feel her wrapping around him and pulling him so deep that they couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. He pulled his dick out of his boxers and jerked loose the cock ring with one rough motion. Derek gave a short, vicious oath at the pull, but he was glad he’d thought to use the thing. It was all that had kept him from shooting off more than once at the sight of Elise, bound and writhing in ecstasy. Finally freed, he dropped to his knees between her legs. He grabbed each of her thighs to open and lift her, and thrust balls-deep in one smooth motion. Her cry filled the room and her instan
t orgasm tightened her around his shaft.

  He waited for her to calm, then moved closer to her, allowing his hands to move from her thighs to her ass. He dug his fingers deeply into her cheeks and moved slowly inside her. Every thrust took him deeper, wrapped him in her luscious juices. Neither of them spoke. No words were necessary. Instead, their lips touched, stroked and licked each other in time with his thrusts. She gasped and began contracting tightly around him as another powerful orgasm took her. He could no longer hold back, and as she let go he pounded into her in a furious pace, branding her body with his.

  He opened her mouth even farther with his tongue and she swallowed his cries as he shot deep within her. He lost track of time as he came over and over again. He’d never come so hard or for so long. When it was finally over, he dropped bonelessly onto her, too wrecked for a moment to remember that she might need to breathe. When he did remember, he raised his head and rasped her name. She blinked up at him with eyes that could barely stay open. Derek forced himself to roll to the side, then pulled her across his chest like a silky blanket. She murmured happily and cuddled in, already mostly asleep.

  A deep contentment filled him. He’d thought that to have Elise, he’d have to give up a big part of who he was. He’d been so very wrong. Elise had given him back his life as a Dom, and she’d given him so much more, besides. She held the key to his happiness, and he gladly gave it over to her unconditionally.

  Chapter Six

  Elise stroked her hand slowly across Derek’s bare chest. Her skin glowed pale-ivory in the weak sunlight filtering in through his bedroom blinds. He held her close to him in his large king-sized bed, unwilling to let even an inch separate them. After the Bacchanal he’d brought her back here, to his home. He’d stripped her and bathed her gently, with a reverence he’d never known he possessed. She’d been asleep almost before her head hit the pillow, and he’d held her for hours.

  “I don’t think I will be able to move for a week.” Her voice was soft and sleepy, and his body began to stir again.

  Derek kissed her brow. “You worked hard tonight, Lise. You were so fucking beautiful.”

  She rolled onto his chest, straddling him. “I felt beautiful.” A giggle escaped her—as soon as it did she clamped a hand over her mouth. Derek bit back a smile. His Lise was not a giggler.

  Derek sat up, pulling her in to his chest. “Mmm, baby, do you have any idea how pleased I was watching those Doms teasing you, tasting you? Taking you to the edge?”

  She smiled and her eyes glowed with remembered pleasure. “I know that I have never been so wet as I was watching you watching me and knowing that you were pleased.”

  He raked his hands through her red-gold hair. Locking his fingers in the thick tresses, he brought her down to meet his mouth. “That’s my good girl. Your Master is more than happy with you.”

  Her teeth caught at her lower lip, and her lids slid partway closed. “Is there anything else I can do to please you, Master?”

  Derek grinned as he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her off him. “As a matter of fact, there is.”

  He rolled off the bed and walked to where his pants were folded neatly on a chair. He waited for the nerves, the insecurity, as he removed the small velvet box from his pocket, but they didn’t come. Any doubt he’d ever had about Elise’s love had burned away in the incandescent light of her surrender. In Derek’s heart, what came next was a mere formality.

  He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed and smiled into her questioning eyes as he dropped to one knee in front of her.

  She still wore his collar, the white leather making the line of her neck look even more delicate than usual. There were faint lines criss-crossing her chest, lingering evidence of the rope binding. Her lips were red and slightly swollen, and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  He held the box out on his palm, and her eyes went wide.

  “Elise.” For a moment there was nothing more, just her name. Because there was nothing more in the world, just her.

  “Derek?” Her voice trembled.

  “Baby, a week ago I knew I loved you. I was ready to give up anything in order to be with you forever, no questions asked.”

  “Oh, Derek,” she whispered, and he put a finger on her lips to silence her.

  “A week ago I couldn’t have imagined loving you any more than I already did.” He smiled ruefully. “Baby, you blew that out of the water with one glimpse of you in that naughty little cupid outfit.” He cupped her face in his hand, stroking the satiny skin.

  “Last night you showed me that the love I thought I felt was a pale imitation of the love I’m capable of feeling. The love I feel for you.”

  A tear shivered on her long, sooty lashes.

  “You gave me everything last night when you gave me yourself. By submitting to me, you made me your slave.” He brushed away the tear with his thumb. “Your very willing slave.”

  Sitting back on his heels, Derek flipped open the box on his palm, revealing a cushion-cut diamond solitaire. She gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

  “Elise Sanders, I love you with everything in me. You gave yourself to me, and now I want to make it legal. I want to bind you to me in every way there is. I want to belong to you, every bit as much as you belong to me.” Her tears were flowing freely now.

  “You’ve already made me the happiest man on Earth, Elise. Now, if you’ll be my wife, I’ll be the happiest man in the universe.”

  She didn’t speak, just held out her trembling left hand. He slid the ring on, then pressed a fervent kiss to the silky skin below the diamond.

  All at once she began to laugh, a deep, joyous sound. She slid off the bed, parting her legs to straddle him where he knelt beside it.

  “I love you so much, Derek,” she said, pressing urgent little kisses over his jaw. “I can’t imagine a more perfect life than being your wife,” she kissed his right cheek, “your lover,” she kissed his left cheek, “your very willing submissive and slave.” She pressed her lips to his for a long, sweet kiss.

  He speared his hands into her hair, holding her in place as he took control of the kiss. His cock rose as he thrust his tongue into the seductive recesses of her mouth. She lifted slightly, just enough to set the head of his dick against her hot, swollen opening, then sighed as he used his grip on her head to urge her down.

  She engulfed him in flame, drowning him in her desire and his own. She pulled back, meeting his eyes with an intensity that was more intimate than anything that had passed between them, and began to contract around him.

  Derek didn’t move, caught in the spell she was weaving around him. All he could do was try to breathe back the pleasure that threatened to erupt at any moment. She worked him relentlessly, never moving outwardly, massaging his dick with slow, strong clenches of her pussy. Just when he was certain he couldn’t stand another second of the irresistible torture, she caught her breath on a low cry and came, convulsing around him in hard, rhythmic waves.

  That was all it took to send him over the edge. The orgasm was beyond strong, beyond intense, beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. It was an endless flood of fire through his veins, an endless rush of cum into her hungry body.

  When it was finally over, Derek held her shaking, sweaty body against his chest. Her legs draped limply over his hips, and he felt utterly surrounded by her. And as he cuddled her closer, he knew that was where he’d always want to be—surrounded by the submissive who had enslaved her Master.

  About Sierra Summers

  Sierra Summers lives in the Metro-Detroit area in Michigan. She is a married mother of two wonderful boys and one precious girl. She also cares for two spoiled dogs.

  She still has the first book she ever wrote in first grade, Skeleton Rock, which started off her love for writing and she’s written ever since.The majority of her books take place in Michigan and she’s proud to live so close to Detroit, a city poised on the brink of a comeback. The r
evitalized downtown and surrounding area provides wonderful inspiration for her writing.

  Finding her writing partner, VJ Summers, was the answer to her lifelong dream. Together the duo had written several books before Sierra also began venturing out on her own.

  About VJ Summers

  VJ Summers: When not working the EDJfH (Evil Day Job from Hell), obsessing over whether her parents are getting enough to eat, obsessing that her kid is sexting the boyfriend, making coffee, drinking coffee or feeding the two cats who allow her to live with them, VJ can be found reading or writing erotic romance—either solo as m/m author VJ Summers, or as the shorter, more quiet half of the “Violet Summers” writing team (the tall half is Sierra Summers).

  Visit her blog at http://vjsummersandsmut.wordpress.com

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