Vengeful Seduction_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  When I come back to bed, I find Jade lying on the blanket, holding her arms out to me. “Come to me, Pierce.”

  Moving to the comfort of her arms, I find a lump forming in my throat and swallow to shove it down. Before I let my emotions get the best of me, I kiss her, trying desperately to move my mind to other areas. Somewhere far away from the knowledge that today is it for us.

  Her hands run over me, stopping on each muscle as if she’s trying to etch the way it feels into her brain to keep it there for future reference. The thought of her hands on another man’s body rises in my mind and I find myself kissing her harder, more dominatingly.

  I know it’s selfish as hell to want her to be alone. But, damn it, I don’t want her to forget about me and move on with someone new. Especially not a dominating man who might take advantage of her sweet and generous nature.

  Jade is one of those rare women who were born to give everything they have to a man. And the funniest thing is, she never realized that before she met me. She thought herself to be a woman who would never bend to anyone’s will. She was wrong.

  The things I could’ve made her do with little to no effort are mind boggling. It was my love for her that stopped me from using her, demeaning her, and breaking her. Instead, I tried my best to lift her up and give her more spirit and spunk. I wanted her to leave me knowing she’s worth more than most women are, to teach her she should always demand to be treated with respect and integrity.

  Even the scene we’ll do tonight at the club will have people looking at her in awe. She’ll not be completely broken by the end of the scene. Instead, I have her immersing much like a butterfly comes out of a cocoon. And I pray that sticks with her throughout the rest of her life.

  Jade Thomas is an extraordinary woman, remarkable in many ways. She didn’t know how to cook a damn thing when she came to me. Now she’s not only adept in the kitchen, but can cook very well, thanks to the videos I bought for her and my help in learning what I consider a necessary skill.

  Not to mention her sexual skills which now rival the most experienced female’s. Jade has a natural sensuality she was hiding beneath her drab black garb. I’ve made her promise to toss out her former wardrobe and keep wearing the things I bought for her, even though it’ll bring male attention to her.

  The way she’s blossomed into a real woman is a thing men will see and want. And I’ll have to bury myself in work not to think about that.

  I’ve coached her on men. Told her what to look for in men who only want her for sex. She’s better than that. Jade’s no piece of meat!

  Our bodies capitulate in a dance we’ve come to understand well. She arches, I thrust, and we both bloom inside with previously unknown sensations. Feelings which drive us to push on and on until we’re both breathing like we’ve run a hundred miles. Our bodies become soaked in sweat, sexual juices, and sometimes tears. What we have runs deep.

  What we have can’t last forever ...

  Jade

  Drowning in complete darkness, I wait as my body pulses with anxiety for Pierce to start our scene. Whispers are all I hear as the audience grows impatient for the entertainment to begin. I remind myself that this is what I wanted—my time here to end with a bang. Something to have in my reservoir for inspiration once I begin my writing career.

  When the music begins with soft drumbeats, I close my eyes and try to breathe the way Pierce taught me to, calming myself as a spotlight opens on me. Kneeling by what’s only the frame of a door, I wait with my head tucked just right, signaling my subordination to Pierce.

  The audience cheers and I hear bare feet pad past me. Pierce is here, and things will begin now …

  “Come to me,” he shouts with an authoritative tone to his deep voice.

  I rise and go to him, head bent, trying so hard not to hyperventilate as I take in deep breath after deep breath. Pierce told me that if I start to feel my body tingling, I’ve taken too many and must stop and slow down.

  His hand touches my chin and I look at him. His hazel eyes are showing bluer at the moment, and I can see a certain amount of vulnerability in them, a thing he’s tried hard to hide all day long.

  My body loses the tension it was holding as he kisses me gently and murmurs, “I love you,” too quietly for anyone else to hear.

  “I love you,” I whisper back to him and lower my head again as he begins to wrap the rope around my arm.

  He caresses it as he makes each loop around it, sending my body into even more of a relaxed state. We’ve changed my outfit a bit. Instead of only a few pieces of leather covering me, he found something that doesn’t leave me so open to the audience. Many straps of leather crisscross my body and the pieces across my boobs and bottom can be moved so he can access them, a thing I’m still grappling with in my head.

  To be taken in front of an audience is more than daunting and my moral compass is spinning out of control. But then again, I won’t be sticking around to look into the eyes of the people who are watching me. People who’ve done similar things to what I’m about to do. People who should never judge.

  With one arm secured, Pierce moves his hand along my shoulders as he goes to wrap the rope around my other arm. Heat is left along the line his fingers trail over. My legs are beginning to shake and I pray I can stay on my feet until he has me tied up. Then the rope will hold me and I can really relax.

  Pierce finishes with both arms and then kneels beside me, running his hands up one of my legs, then the other. His fingertips touch my inner thighs at the top and I stifle a moan that suddenly forms inside of me.

  To think that this is the last time I might feel his touch is almost too much to bear. I shake my head to clear it from thoughts like that. I have to remain confident that what we have will override his foolishness about work taking him over.

  Of course, a worry that he’s right sits in the back of my mind, toying with my faith that love will win out in the end. I have to keep my mind on what I believe. I believe he’ll call me one day, not too far away from now, and tell me he wants to see me. It’s not out of the realm of things which could happen.

  With my legs bound, Pierce begins to haul my body up into the air and I finally feel the weightlessness of being held by the ropes. Relief washes over me. Now all I have to do is let Pierce do what he does. I can hang here and do nothing else other than experiencing the things he does to my body which I’ve come to love.

  Yes, even the parts with the flogger and the whip!

  Facing down, Pierce comes to me and gives me another kiss, then places a blindfold made of black lace over my eyes. I’ve found it does help me to get into things much faster than without it. “Color, Jade.”

  “Green.”

  He moves away from my face and goes to the other end of me, pulling at the ropes, taunting me while making the audience gasp as he hauls my body all over the place, making it buck in the bonds as I’m suspended in the air. I can’t help myself as I cry out a few times when I feel as if I’m actually falling, and the audience gasps when I do.

  Pierce ends the rope play and goes to get the whip, cracking it around my body. I’ve learned this looks like he’s really striking me at times. The real thing that sends me into a nervous sweat is how close he comes sometimes. I can feel the slightest sting of the ends of the whip. But he’s never hurt me yet, so I have confidence in his skill.

  With that part of the scene over, I know the next part is where I do get hit. I’ve grown to be able to take thirty strikes with the flogger, a thing Pierce says isn’t bad for someone who’s only been doing this for a couple of months.

  The first strike always hurts the least. It’s the subsequent ones that take their toll on my ass. The flogger hits one cheek, then the other, in rapid succession. It feels as if it’s being pummeled the way a boxer would hit one of those things that hang down and he hits over and over again.

  One would think it’s very painful, and it’s somewhat painful, but the crazy thing is how I perceive it all. It’s Pierce
’s skilled hand behind that thing. It’s an extension of him, much like his cock, tongue, or hands for that matter—all things he uses to pleasure me with. Somehow my mind goes to that place with what he uses to strike me with.

  My pussy clenches with each smack and the sound alone sends my juices pooling inside of me, wanting to moisten up for Pierce to enter me with ease. All my body and mind want is Pierce’s dick inside of me. As hard as that is to believe, it’s true.

  The last five strikes have me screaming with each one as the pain becomes nearly unbearable. Then he stops and comes to my head. “Color, Jade.”

  As I huff and puff and feel the heat of tears stinging my eyes, I mentally scan my body and come up with the answer, “Green.”

  His hand moves over my shoulder as he leans in close, pecking my cheek with a kiss. “That’s my girl.”

  His hand trails down my body as he makes his way to begin the oral stimulation, and I begin to quiver, not only with desire but with embarrassment. My pussy is about to be in the spotlight!

  I’ve taken excellent care of how I’ve kept it cleanly shaven this whole time. But I guess never having it on display has me a bit shy about it all. He pulls the rope, moving me to where I’m on my side, my front facing the audience so they can get a good look at him as he goes to town on me. Then his tongue flattens on my pussy and the thoughts I have seem to blur as he manipulates my sex with his skills.

  It’s hard for me to take, as I know Pierce will stop just as I’m at the edge. He’s never explained to me exactly how he knows right when I’m about to climax and how he can stop just before I do. But he does know, and I’ve become accustomed to it. As a matter of fact, he’s shown me just how much more intense the orgasm is at the end when he does things this way.

  As his intimate kiss takes me closer to the edge, my body bucks against my will and I beg, ‘Please don’t stop!”

  His mouth moves to kiss the inside of my thigh and then he moves my body around, making me face up, instead of sideways. As the blood in my body moves, little prickles fill my backside, much like when one’s leg falls asleep. And when I feel him removing the leather strap that covers my nipples, I tense up.

  Those nipple clamps are the devil. But the endorphins they make my body release are the angels that come after that devil, chasing it away and leaving my body in a euphoric state.

  Pierce kisses a circle around one tit then runs his tongue all around it, drawing the nipple up and erect as far as it’ll go. With one long tug on it, he kisses his way up my neck, making me moan with lust for him. He bites my neck as he clamps my nipple and I scream. The audience claps as if they’ve just seen something great. I’m panting as the pain fills me, stabbing at me. Then his mouth is on mine and the pain changes to a dull ache that makes it’s way right to my crotch. When his mouth leaves mine, I whisper, “Fuck me, please, Pierce.”

  “As you wish,” he replies and kisses his way down my body, then moves his body between my legs and thrusts his hard cock into me.

  I shriek with pleasure, making the audience clap. Pierce learned that hurling insults at me doesn’t work well, so we cut that part out. Instead, he focuses on fucking the crap out of me. In and out he goes with savage thrusts. I gasp with each one and wonder if he’s going to let me cum this time.

  That’s the only wildcard in this scene. I never get to know when he’ll let me cum. He won’t strike me again, but he can stop what he’s doing and go on to something else for a while. It’s always a surprise. And I’m finding him going on and on, even as I begin to pant heavily.

  We’ve been messing around with a little ass action too, and I find him gripping my ass instead of my waist, his fingers closing in on my asshole. Amazingly, it begins to ache to feel his finger inside me.

  “Color, Jade!” he shouts at me to gauge where I’m at, physically and mentally.

  “Green!”

  I moan with delight as his finger moves into my asshole, pumping away at the same pace his cock is pumping into my cunt. The noises I’m making have the audience clapping and some are moaning too. I bet there are more than a few of them masturbating to what they’re watching. A pornographic play of sorts.

  His cock goes stiff and I can see he’s going to let me cum. When his hot semen shoots into me, my body has a chain reaction and I find us both moaning as our bodies give in to what he wanted to happen.

  The scene isn’t over, though. He stays inside of me until we’re done. Finally, he moves away from me, coming back with a small, discreet cloth to clean me up before he lets me down.

  Pulling the ropes, he eases my body to the floor, then unties me as I lie on the cold marble floor. Once he’s done, he pulls off my mask, and I find him beaming at me. “God, I love you, Jade!”

  With a smile, I run my hand over his bearded cheek. “And I love you, Pierce.”

  I wrap my arms around his neck, then he picks me up and places me on my feet. Taking my hands, Pierce makes me hold my arms out. Then he goes to one knee. “Take a bow, my princess. For you are now a woman.”

  Doing as he’s said, I hear the audience go into a frenzy of cheering and clapping. When I pull my body back up, I find the lights going away and Pierce’s hand on mine, pulling me along with him.

  We go into a side door and I find Pierce’s body pinning mine to the wall as he kisses me deeply with a hunger I’ve never felt from him before. “Jade, I love you. I love you so damn much. Never doubt that. Please.”

  Brushing my hands over his shoulders, I find myself crying as he says what I want to hear. It’s obvious how much he’s fighting himself. But then he stops and pulls me out of the room. We enter a long hallway that has a light at the end of it. He takes me to the room we changed in earlier. “We’ll shower, then put on our clothes and go to the airport.”

  I nearly fall apart with his words, hoping he’d want to spend one more night together at his place. Before I can fall completely apart, he starts pulling the leather contraption off me, then drops his pants and carries me to the shower.

  All I can do is lay my head on his broad chest and hope he changes his mind before he puts me on that plane.

  Pierce

  A dull ache fills my heart as I walk with Jade to the jet that’s parked on the tarmac. The stairs are in place, the engine is warming up, and my body feels so damn cold.

  It’s occurred to me more than once that I might have some kind of an episode when I walk away from Jade, or when the jet takes off, taking her away from me forever.

  I’ve never felt so much for anyone, and this is fast becoming the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But it must be done. That’s what I keep telling myself.

  Our fire burns too bright. Our love is too encompassing. It can’t last. It probably isn’t even real.

  She and I were thrown together into a relationship that was doomed from the start. The plan was to teach her things, not fall in love with her or her with me. But it happened, or so we think it did. I think of what we had much like a dream. It’ll stick with me until the day I die. But it wasn’t real.

  Nothing like that could ever be real. We fell into the fantasy we strove to create. Like amazing actors, we grew into the parts we were playing. I’ve discussed this with Jade a lot these last few days. She disagrees, of course.

  Always the hopeless romantic, that girl!

  But I’m not a romantic at heart. At least I’ve never been before Jade came along. It’s hard to believe this whole thing started with one question on a message board. But then again, the whole thing is unbelievable.

  I managed to talk a vanilla virgin into trekking her way across the globe to become my submissive partner. And she became the best one I could’ve ever imagined.

  Jade’s hand is shaking as we approach the steps. “Pierce, please …”

  I stop her as I pull her into my arms and kiss her with a soft kiss, then lean my forehead against hers. “Baby, don’t stoop to begging me for what I can’t give you. Remember all we’ve talked about. I want yo
u to walk away from me with pride. I want you to learn from what we’ve shared and take that with you through the rest of your life. You’re a vibrant woman, capable of anything you set your mind on. And one day, when you’re a famous author, I’d love it if you’d send me an autographed copy of your first book. One I hope will be dedicated to me, under the name Mr. Power, of course.”

  She hits at my chest with a weak fist. “Jerk,” she mumbles. “Why do you have to be like this?”

  “I don’t know.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Why do you have to believe this fantasy of a love story can last forever? I’ve told you many times, if we stay together, I’ll end up neglecting you and making you hate me, a thing I never want to happen. This way, you’ll always hold love in your heart for me. And I will for you too.”

  “Such a romantic gesture, Pierce.” Both her hands lace with mine, holding them at my side. “You’ve changed me. I’m going back a rich woman. A woman who is rich in more than just monetary value. You’ve shown me so much in such a small amount of time. I want you to know I’m thankful for it all. The money is the least of what I’ve gained from knowing you.”

  I rub her nose with mine. “I’ve learned a lot from you too. I’ve learned that love really does exist. And before you tell me that I’m throwing it away, I want you to understand that I’m not doing that at all. I’m locking it away, keeping it safe from harm. A little place I can escape to in my mind from time to time. A perfect place, where only you and I reside. I hope you do the same sometimes.”

  When I see tears moving in long streams down her pink cheeks, I can’t stand what I’m seeing and kiss her. Our arms close around each other as we take our last exchange. My body and mind are at odds. My body wants to keep her with me. My mind tells me it won’t last in the real world.

  Her hands clutch my arms as I try to end the kiss. I taste her salty tears as they make their way into my mouth. She finally has to pull her mouth away as she gasps, then sobs, “I love you, Pierce. I will always love you.” Then she breaks away and runs to the stairs.