Filthy Commitments: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Her suitor grabbed a bottle of champagne. “What say, friend, that we cover this beautiful woman in the finest champagne and use our tongues to lick it from her beautiful skin That should get her good and wet and make her relax.”

  “A fine idea,” said Aldo, “then perhaps we can both fuck her.”

  The man nodded, holding his hand out for Aldo to shake. He shook the bottle and popped the cork, spraying the liquid all over Elli, who gasped at the cold liquid on her hot skin. Then, as promised, the two men proceeded to lick every drop from her. The first time the stranger’s tongue touched her sex, Elli tightened up, but Aldo, seeing this, bent his mouth to her ear. “It’s okay, Elli, it is. Just relax; this is all for you.”

  He took the bottle of champagne, poured out a flute and popped a pill into the drink, dissolving it. “This will help you relax.”

  Elli, quivering with nerves and excitement, downed the champagne in one gulp and in a few seconds, she felt her head whirl, and the sensations the two men were sending through her body became more intense the more mellow she felt. She placed her trust entirely in them. The suitor’s cock was in her then, huge and rampant, thrusting hard. She didn’t even realize she was still standing until she felt Aldo push his cock into her ass, supporting her as both the men fucked her.

  “You have an exquisite cunt,” the suitor said, panting, but Elli was almost delirious with pleasure then, gasping and crying as she was fucked to the most intense orgasm of her life. The suitor came, thanking her as he pulled out then Aldo’s cock was inside her, fucking her hard.

  “That was incredible,” he said, ramming his hips hard against hers, his cock reaming her into submission. Elli came, again and again, feeling woozy, that her body wasn’t her own as she fucked Aldo. They had attracted an audience, and Eli found she liked the feeling of being watched as she was made love to. Four other men made approaches, and she gave permission for two of them to fuck her. The men she turned down - mostly out of exhaustion – simply nodded, shook her hand and moved on. Elli was amazed how safe she felt in this bizarre, erotic situation. Never had she dreamed she would be a part of this world.

  There were private hot showers for each of the participants, with white fluffy towels and robes being supplied. Elli and Aldo shared a shower, fucking against the cool tiled wall of it.

  “Did you enjoy that, my darling love?” Aldo was kissing her tenderly, and she nodded.

  “It was…out of this world. But I am glad it’s only once a year. I think I broke my vagina,” she grinned up at him, her eyes soft with love.

  Aldo chuckled. “It will weird to go back to normal life for a few hours, I warn you. But I think I can speed things up. Shall we go grab some pizza before we head to Maceo’s party?”

  Clothed, finally, in a dress and underwear, much to Elli’s relief, they stopped at their favorite pizza restaurant and gorged themselves before heading to Maceo’s party.

  Aldo eyed her dress. “I thought you were going to wear that red dress again?”

  Elli looked down at the lilac, form-fitting dress she wore. “You don’t like this?”

  “You look beautiful…I just love you in red, is all. No problem.” He grinned and kissed her but Elli had thought, for a moment, she had seen something else in his eyes. Anger. What was that about?

  But now he chatted away to her, and clearly, there was nothing bothering him now, so she brushed it off.

  Orianthi Bartoli threw her arms around Elli as they arrived at Maceo’s water-front gallery. It was already packed with people, some of them still wearing masks from the various Carnival parties around the city. Elli hoped that she wouldn’t recognize any of the masks from the orgy.

  Ori bore her off to introduce her to some people, and she found they had already been briefed about her. Some of them knew about the nasty op-ed about her and were firmly on her side. “I’ve read all your work for the last few years,” said one, rather stately gentleman, “and whatever idiot wrote that piece is a fool.”

  Several other people said the same and Elli was starting to feel appreciated and valued as she talked to the people Ori introduced. She discovered the artists and artisans who worked with Ori and Maceo and was introduced to some of their international friends too. Grady Mallory and his wife Floriana, Theo and Jessica Storm as well as Maceo’s best friend Benoit and Lysander, both alone as their wives were both home and very pregnant.

  Ori grinned at Elli. “They have a million kids between them – personally I don’t know how Shiloh and Kate keep up.”

  “Do you have plans for any more after this one?”

  Ori glanced down at her swollen belly. “Right now, I’d rather shove needles in my ears but ask me again when this little monster is two or three. Of course, by that time,” she said in a stage-whisper as she saw her husband approach, “Maceo will be way too old for any more kids.”

  Maceo, gloriously handsome in his early fifties, chuckled. “Yeah, well, that’ll teach you for marrying an old man.”

  Ori chuckled. “My old man,” she said and kissed him. Elli grinned at the happy couple and excused herself to find Aldo.

  She saw him talking to Theo and Jess Storm. Jess smiled at her as Elli took Aldo’s hand. “Hello again…oh, are you two together?”

  Elli nodded, smiling. She looked down at Jess and Theo’s daughter, Lily, who stood shyly at her mother’s side. “Are you having a good time, Lily?”

  Lily blushed red and nodded, half-hiding behind her mother. Jess chuckled, looking apologetically at Elli. “She’s still a little jetlagged. We only got to Italy this morning.”

  “How long are you here? It would be lovely to have lunch sometime.”

  Jess looked regretful. “Only until tomorrow, I’m afraid, but if you ever get over to Seattle, I would love to see you.”

  Seattle. There it was again. Elli smiled at Jess, as she and Theo and Lily said goodbye then Aldo turned his attention back to Elli.

  “I take it those were your Seattle friends you mentioned?”

  Aldo smiled. “Yes, and now you’ve met Theo and Jess, maybe I can persuade you to take a break with me there?”

  Elli laughed at his mischief. “You can, but not just yet. We have a busy month coming up.”

  She was starting to feel tired now and, noticing, Aldo kissed her cheek. “I just have to go speak to someone,” he said, “I’ll be back in a moment, and we’ll go home.”

  Elli used the time alone to look around at the art works, wondering why she’d never come here before. She was staggered by the beauty and artistry in the gallery. Maceo Bartoli had certainly put on an exquisite show.

  Elli finished her drink and looked for somewhere to set her glass down. She moved through the audience and found a table. She was putting her drink down when she heard a man talking. His voice was low, mellifluous – and heartbreaking familiar. All the breath left her lungs as she turned and saw him. From the back, his hair looked shorter, neater, not as wild but still that glorious dark brown. The person he was talking to was distracted by someone interrupting, and the brown-haired man turned around, and his bright green eyes fixed on her.

  Elli saw him pale a little - he looked as shocked as she was – but still, he was the most gloriously beautiful man she had ever seen. At that moment, and with a sinking heart, Elli realized there was, and always would be, only one man she truly loved, and he was standing right in front of her.

  Indio.

  Indio Navaro felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. There, in lilac, his favorite color, was his Elli Bella, his best friend’s little sister, looking more beautiful than he had ever dreamed. His heart beat faster, his groin tightened. She was staring at him in that same way she did the last time they had seen each other when she had told him she loved him and he had wanted so desperately to tell her that she was the love of his life, the one person he would never hurt and yet…he had done just that. That day he had broken not just his heart, but hers too, and he would never forgive himself.

  Two
steps, a voice told him, she’s two steps away. Go to her, kiss her, tell her you’re sorry and never, ever let her go. Ever.

  He took one step and then saw a man take Elli’s arm. The spell was broken. Indio felt another sledgehammer, this time one filled with hatred and loathing.

  Aldo Constanza.

  That bastard. No, you don’t get to love her, you don’t get to touch my Elli.

  But by the way, Aldo was behaving, there was obviously something more than friendship between them. He saw Aldo bend down and kiss her perfect mouth, Elli’s shocked look of dismay as she looked back at Indio to see if he had seen it.

  He had.

  Indio stared at her for a beat more, unable to keep the pain off his face, and turned away.

  “Darling, shall we go? You look a little ill.”

  Go away, Aldo, go away…Elli pushed past him and sought out her lost love, but he had gone. The look he had given her had been one of hatred. Indio hates me? Why? How? She pushed through the guests, getting more and more upset as she sought out her lost love, the man who had broken her heart, her Indio. She wanted to scream his name out, make him stop and come to her, but she couldn’t find him anywhere.

  She was on the steps of the art gallery when Aldo caught up with her, his face creased with concern. “What is it, darling? What happened?”

  Elli couldn’t speak for a moment. How cruel to give her that one look, that one glance of him…was it a cruel joke? Just as she was getting used to letting a new man into her heart?

  God. Aldo’s hand was on her back now, and she forced herself to turn to him, knowing her pain was written all over her face. “I just…saw an old friend. A friend of my brother’s…I haven’t seen in him eight years.”

  And I still love him. God help me, but it only took that one look to prove that Indio Navaro has my heart captive. Elli started to cry and Aldo, seeming to sense her despair, merely wrapped his arms around her and held her as she sobbed.

  Afterward, although she knew she owed him an explanation, she asked him to take her back to her apartment. “I just need some time,” she said, “Seeing him was like my brother being back in the room for a moment.” It was only half a lie.

  Aldo kissed her. “Of course, my love, take all the time you need. I am always with you.”

  Half of her didn’t want to let him go, knowing if she were alone, she would brood. He escorted into the apartment, then insisted on getting her some aspirin before making sure she was okay.

  Elli swallowed them with some water and curled up on her bed. Aldo bent down and kissed her forehead. “Call me when you’re ready, my darling. I’ll have a bodyguard outside your door.”

  And he was gone. Elli dragged a couple of deep but shaky breaths into her lungs, but the sobs came easily until she cried herself out and fell into a deep sleep.

  A gentle knocking at her door. Elli opened her eyes. From the blue light in the room, she guessed it was just before dawn. She dragged herself out of bed, shuffling her way to the front door. Why did she feel as if she were walking in mud? She leaned against the door as she looked through the peep hole – and everything in her world changed.

  Her heart thumping, she pulled open the door. Indio Navaro looked at her with hooded, troubled eyes. Elli didn’t know how to form words to speak to him. He looked haunted, desolate – and so beautiful she could cry, his green eyes intense on hers, his dark lashes thick and full.

  Indio stepped forward and took her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers and it was like a shot of pure heroin in her veins. She kissed him back, pulling him into the room, pulling at his clothes as he tore her dress from her shoulders. Both naked, Indio swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, his eyes never leaving her face. When he covered her body with his, Elli wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close, not believing that finally, finally, she held him in her arms. Indio kissed her passionately and then she felt him slide his long thick cock into her ready cunt and Elli was in heaven, her heart exploding with love and desire and a never-ending need. They made love slowly at first then as it got more and more intense, Indio picked up his pace, long measured strokes, driving her on and on towards ecstasy. Elli couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful face. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, had always, would always love him but it somehow didn’t need to be said. It was there in the meeting of their bodies, the shivering, trembling climax that they both shared, gasping for air, panting, moaning with desire. This was love, Elli knew it in her soul. She tangled her fingers. in his dark curls as he gazed down at her. You are mine, I am yours…forever…

  Elli woke, shivering and sobbing, still wearing the lilac dress she had worn to the exhibit. For a long moment, she panicked, stumbling out of bed trying to find him. But Indio was nowhere. It had been a dream, he had never been there. Elli sank to the floor, her head in her hands, and sobbed until she had no tears left.

  To Be Continued..

  This Story will be published by Mid August!

  Opening Night (A Submissives’ Secrets Extra)

  Michelle Love

  Opening Night

  She was never supposed to get into my heart…

  It was supposed to be all business.

  Her body was mine to do with what I wanted.

  And how easily she gave that to me.

  The Dungeon of Decorum had finally opened and we put on our show.

  How was I to know jealousy and possessiveness would override my mind?

  But it did, and when it did, it changed everything …

  Grant

  It was the first Saturday in November. Portland was experiencing its first cold front. The temperature was down to forty-seven degrees. A light mist moved through the air in ghostly wisps. And I stood on the threshold of The Dungeon of Decorum.

  It was opening night.

  My dream was coming true. I had accomplished my goal of creating a fortress for people who crave a bit more out of sex and life in general. The stages were set. The private rooms were ready to be filled. The staff was nervously awaiting our member’s arrivals.

  A soft hand moved over my cheek as someone came up behind me. “This is it, Grant. I mean, Mr. J.” It was Isabel.

  I turned to find her in a long, silky black dress, with a thigh-high slit up the left side. Her ample breasts nearly spilled out of the low-cut top. She wore a red collar. It meant she was unattainable. She belonged to the house, not to be sold or sampled by any of our members. All the staff wore the red collars to signify they were off limits.

  As one of the owners, I wore a ring that showed who I was. A large black stone rose up in the middle of a dragon’s mouth. Red licks of fire were at the bottom of the stone. Our signature colors and motif, red and black.

  A red carpet ran from the red door out to the end of the walkway. Our patrons would get out of their cars that would be valet parked. They’d come up the walk and step inside the red door, where they’d be greeted by our security personnel.

  Our opening night was strictly for male Doms and female Subs. There were other nights set up to cater to other types of Dom/Sub preferences. Everything was ready and waiting. My skin was flaming with raw energy.

  Isabel’s touch was only serving to provoke it. Taking her hand, I pulled it to my lips. “Your mask is exceptional.” Black feathers were the backdrop for emerald jewels that outlined her dark eyes, making them pop.

  She moved her fingertips over mine. “I like the sleek Lone Ranger look you have going on there.”

  “Simplicity is always best on a man, I think.” I took her hand away from my face. Her touch was distracting me, bringing out the animal in me who’d begun to lust far too much over the raven-haired beauty.

  More than once since we began our training, I’d had to subdue that inner beast who longed for Isabel in a way I couldn’t allow. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that, and when I left her without any explanation, she never followed or asked me why later.

  Isabel was a true su
b in every way—accepting of my short comings and what I needed from her. Not expecting anything more than what I gave her.

  And I’d given her plenty, even though she was not technically my Sub. A house in a nice suburb of Portland, a new canary yellow Ferrari, and a wardrobe of the most expensive sexy outfits she could find. Financially, her salary was above average. And I may have popped a few over-the-top bonuses into her account as well.

  She deserved it all. She was perfect, something that kept cropping up in my mind.

  Isabel was perfect. She was perfect for me.

  But I wasn’t designed to be with any one woman. I wasn’t sure what insanity lurked inside of me, just as my father must’ve never known what he would one day do to the woman he loved.

  The other owners joined us to greet the first to arrive. A Rolls Royce pulled up, and more cars came in behind it. The gates were opened. Our security was allowing our members to come in.

  The outside of the club was nothing more than a shack-looking structure that was small in stature. We’d built it underground. The only large building was the parking garage that was out to one side. Other than that, there was very little evidence of any type of building in the area.

  We wanted it that way. Our world was considered dark and dangerous. Our people liked it that way. So we designed the building to be what BDSM dreams are made of.

  One by one, our new members arrived. Isabel and I greeted them all, until the last car pulled away. Then I offered her my arm, and we went inside to see how people were reacting to all our hard work.