Holiday in Handcuffs

by Yvette Hines

  He took hold of my hand and slid it between our grinding bodies, placing it on his groin. Pulling away briefly, he said, “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me.”

  “Good, because I wanted to put my hands on you from the first moment I saw you.”

  His eyes grew bright. I could see his shock at my words. I knew it was because I had played so hard to get in the beginning, but at this moment all bets were off. I wanted him and all that this night had to offer.

  Palming his length, I felt his hard cock through his pants.

  The kiss continued. When I squeezed his stiff shaft, Bolt groaned in my mouth.

  Taking the note of encouragement, I opened his pants and slid my hands inside.

  Molten steel. His cock was ablaze with the same heat I was feeling between my thighs. There was only one way I wanted my fire dampened down. Him inside me.

  “Don’t make me wait,” I pleaded.

  “Never,” he growled his voice raspy with hunger. He walked me back a step until my back touched the wooden equipment.

  Digging into his pocket he removed a condom, in a blink he had his pants below his hips and all his long, thick length shielded from tip to base.

  Clutching my waist, he lifted me. I was shocked and impressed at his strength and determination. I was tall and most men I’d dated didn’t even attempt to lift me, but Bolt had succeeded marvelously, making me feel delicate and cherished.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I wasted no time encircling his waist or reaching between us and taking hold of his cock, again. I maneuvered it to the opening of my sex.

  I wiggled my hips, pressing him inside.

  “Look at me, Velvet,” he demanded.

  Raising my gaze to meet his, I loved the beauty of his now darkened hazel eyes.

  With a single hard thrust, he buried his length fully inside of me.

  I gasped and gripped his shoulders. Feeling stretched and filled, it took me a moment to catch my breath.

  Bolt placed light kisses on my mouth. “You all right?”

  I rotated my hips and enjoyed hearing his quick intake of air. “I’m just good.”

  “Then let’s make this even better for both of us.” Taking hold of my ass he pulled his cock out then pumped it hard back into me.

  Giving it back to him, I ground my sex onto his dick and met him on the up stroke.

  Over and over, he gave and I took. I thrust and he pulled. We fucked hard, using the St. Andrew’s cross for leverage of our loving. It had been an integral part of me understanding my physical pain and now it was just as essential a part of my discovering complete, unimaginable pleasure.

  That was what I was experiencing with Dom Bolt.

  “Let me see your breasts.” Shoving my shirt and bra up my chest, he displayed them.

  His heated gaze caressed my skin as my brown breasts bounced and swayed between us. Leaning down, he covered one with his mouth, drawing on the tight tip as he continued to pump his cock deep.

  The enclosed room was our sexual haven. It was filled with the slapping of our sex, the sucking of his mouth on my breast and my moans. I could smell the heady scent of our arousal, a sensuous fragrance. A rainbow of colors flashed behind my eyelids as I tried to hold on a little longer to the moment.

  All my senses were engaged and goading me towards the peak of ultimate sensual delights. I bit down on my lip and beads of sweat popped out on my forehead as I tried to fight off the need to climax. I didn’t want to plunge into paradise and end this delicious pleasure, regrettably concluding my night with Bolt.

  When he fingered my clit, I shrieked as my orgasm struck me like a high-speed semi.

  Bolt silenced my cries as he palmed the back of my head and sealed his mouth on mine in a passionate kiss as he bucked against me, coming.

  I swallowed his groan, and experienced every tremor that raked through his body.

  On and on we kissed and fucked through each current into a second orgasm for us both. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of firecrackers exploding in the sky was going off. It was a new year.

  Sighing I pulled my mouth away from his, then buried my nose in his neck. As I was warmed from the inside out, in the afterglow of our loving, I committed his scent to memory.

  There was nothing about this night I wanted to forget.

  Leaning back, he looked at me as he fingered my hair away from my face. “You would truly make a Dom a wonderful sub.”

  This was my cue to go.

  I glanced away, not wanting him to see the regret in my eyes.

  His hand stopped playing in my hair. “Velvet?”

  “Um…I really should find Tigger.” Unhooking my ankles, I tried to lower them to the floor, but Bolt’s grip held fast.

  When I peeped up at him, I could see the question in his expression. However, he didn’t press. Instead, he helped me regain my footing and stepped back.

  After I pulled down my shirt and readjusted my bra, I rushed to the corner chair for my skirt, heels and panties. I couldn’t help but notice how my hands were shaking, since it took me several attempts to finally balance myself and get my thong pulled up.

  The room was silent and it seemed cooler now. Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath before slowly turning around.

  Bolt leaned on the wall beside the blue flogger, now returned to its place.

  “First, I want to say thank you for tonight,” he began, his tone low and unassuming.

  I hated to admit it to myself, but I missed the commanding voice from before. Taking a few steps toward him, and subsequently the door, I said, “I think I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have had a mind-altering experience.”

  His lips stretched into a small smile. I was happy to see a glimmer of light reflecting in his gaze.

  He pushed away from the wall and moved closer to me. “I’m glad. Can I hope that I will see you here again? Or possibly exchange numbers, Velvet?”

  That’s not even my name. How can I consider keeping this going or seeing if there could be a relationship beyond this when the man before me doesn’t really know who I am. Not to mention I don’t know anything else about him but that he is kind, compassionate, most likely a great Dom and sexy as hell.

  Shaking my head, I said, “I have enjoyed tonight, immensely. Even though I’ve tapped into a hidden facet of my being, I’m a private person. Not to mention my job doesn’t leave room for me traipsing up to Greenville every week for a little spanky, spanky.”

  “That’s understandable. My job is demanding, too. However, that doesn’t mean this has to be all there is between us—tonight.” He closed the distance and reached for my hand.

  Sidestepping his attempt, I moved closer to the door. “I have an image to uphold. I should not have even risked coming here tonight.”

  “But, you did. Evidently, whatever your life demands of you, it is not enough to fill all your needs, Velvet.”

  I couldn’t allow myself to think about his words, consider how he might be correct. “Look, please stop calling me that.”

  “Then what do you want me to call you? Tell me who you are?” His voice held a heavy note of sincerity.

  “I…it’s…”

  “Excuse me, Ma’am, have you seen a tall black woman up here?”

  Adrienne. “I’m in here, Tigger!”

  There was a single sharp rap on the door.

  Bolt stared at me, his gaze locked on mine. For a moment the silence was so intense I thought he would deny my friend entrance or ask me my name a second time. However, he didn’t. Instead, he walked to the door and grabbed the handle.

  “Since you’re in such a hurry to return to your staid life, I won’t keep you.”

  “It’s not you. I just—”

  He cut me off by pulling the door open, wide.

  Adrienne stood there dressed in her pink slacks and cream sweater and a euphoric smile on her lips. “There you are. I’m so glad you came with
me because I don’t think I’m any good for driving.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” I told her. Shifting my gaze to the man I’d spent several hours with in this room, my heart ached. I wanted to say something to him. Even risk giving him my name. Maybe tell him if he were ever in Charlotte to look me up.

  However, I didn’t. I walked to the door and paused briefly before him and kissed him on the cheek. That small gesture seemed so anticlimactic after everything we had shared. But, it was all I could give him. “Thank you, again. I’ll never forget this night, Dom Bolt.”

  Lifting his hand, he caressed the side of my face with a finger, barely touching me. “Goodbye, Velvet.”

  I exhaled, turned and walked out.

  “Velvet. There’s got to be a story here.” Adrienne moved along the hall beside me heading to the stairs that would take us to the next level and out the front door.

  “No, story, girl.” I exhaled. “At least not one worth rehashing tonight.” My emotions were too raw for that.

  Respecting my stance, Adrienne remained silent as we made our way away from the mansion.

  The further I drove away, the more my body tensed and my heart pounded hard in my chest. Telling me I’d made the wrong decision.

  However, I had to stick by it, this may be Tigger’s life, but it isn’t mine.

  ~YH~

  Three weeks later, I pulled into the courthouse parking lot with my cell phone pressed to my ear as my paralegal conveyed a hectic message from one of my clients.

  The lot around me was practically empty; only five other cars. The courts were observing Dr. King’s birthday. My firm was closed on Friday, but I would still be giving the staff a half day today.

  “Okay, Robert, just tell Mrs. George that I will meet her at my office in about an hour. I’m dropping these papers off to the judge for Ms. Hanston then stopping for coffee and then I’ll be there.”

  That favor was why I was here. My partner, Lisa Hanston, had made arrangements with the family court judge to deliver some ad litem reports to him. Since Lisa had to leave town for a few days because her mother was sick, I was dropping them off for her.

  Familial issues were Lisa’s specialty. Give me business law any day instead of dealing with a bunch of emotional entanglement. To me, business was a lot more cut and dry.

  “Got it, Ms. LaBaun. I’ll call the client back and let her know when to be here,” my paralegal Robert responded.

  “Thanks.” I ended the call then placed my cell in the glove compartment since I wouldn’t be able to take it inside. Opening the door, I stepped out of my car.

  Moments later, I knocked at the back door and smiled as the guard let me in.

  “How can I help you?” he asked.

  Holding the package before him, I said, “Judge Nolen requested papers from Attorney Hanston.”

  Nodding, he directed me to sign in. I placed my keys and briefcase in the belt of the small scanner. After I passed through the metal detector and had the delight of the wand passing over my body, I was dismissed.

  I was grateful that there weren’t any other people around so the elevator was ready for me to take it up to the fifth floor. Once there, I glanced on the board and located Judge Nolen’s room number.

  The door was slightly cracked when I got to it. I could hear soft jazz music playing. Whoever this judge was, he’d already won my heart with the sultry tones of a saxophone.

  Tapping lightly, I stood to the side of the door, away from the opening, and swayed to the beat. I wasn’t familiar with the song playing and I made a mental note to ask the judge about the artist so I could buy the CD.

  “Come in,” came a deep voice from within, distracted.

  Most likely, he was using the down day to catch up on his own work.

  Pushing the door slowly, I said, “Sorry, Judge Nolen, I’m only going to disturb you for a moment to drop off the papers you requested for Atto—”

  My words faltered as I stood there, three feet in the room, with the intense hazel gaze of Dom Bolt staring at me from across the mahogany desk.

  Slowly, he rose to his full height, recognition in his features.

  It had only been weeks since I’d seen him at Bondage Seekers. But, my heart had not forgotten him and it kicked up speed. My body recalled everything we had shared as well; it begins to throb in time with my heart.

  “I must be dreaming.” He rounded the desk.

  Has he been dreaming about me?

  “Hi, Dom—” I caught myself. “Judge Nolen. I have the papers for you.” Holding them out to him, I prayed he didn’t notice my hands shaking.

  Moving closer, he took the envelope and dropped it on his desk, but he hadn’t let go of my hand.

  “I’m Dorian Nolen,” he said, his gaze never leaving my face.

  Licking my lips, I recognized Fate’s hand in the moment and didn’t try to flee. “I’m Nevea LaBaun.”

  “Nevea.” H whispered, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  I felt my face warming at his words. It seemed only slightly odd that this man that had seen me naked and had loved me up against a cross in a crowded mansion would be so gallant and respectful, now.

  “You, too, Dorian.”

  “Are you a paralegal for Attroney Hanston?”

  I didn’t take offense. This man only knew me on a physical level and I could see in the clear green of his eyes he wanted to know more…everything. I would never have pegged him as a judge. Dorian was much younger than most. “No. She and I are partners. I do business law.”

  “That’s why I’ve never seen you in my courtroom. Excellent, no conflict of interest.”

  “None.” I could not look away. Every reason I had conceived on New Year’s Eve night on why I should stay away from this man had vanished over the weeks. I had considered, a few times, driving back to Greenville and asking about him. Seeing if he would be there. However, I hadn’t and each time I regretted it more.

  “Do you mind if I close the door for a moment?” he asked, appearing different than the dominant man from the BDSM house.

  “No.”

  He pushed the door. When it closed, he pulled me into his arms. It all happened so fast I found myself with my back against the door and Dorian’s lips on mine.

  Holding my face between his hands and pressing his body on mine, he held me immobile while he took command of my mouth.

  This was the man I knew. The man I’d fantasized about repeatedly.

  Setting my hands on his chest, feeling the hammering of his heart, I didn’t even attempt to push him away.

  Every day at my demanding job, where I had to be in control of so much for long hours, it made me desire the peace, serenity and freedom I’d found at his hands. I wanted that again and again.

  Lifting his mouth from me, he pressed his forehead to mine and exhaled as if he’d just gotten a drink after thirsting for years. “Forgive me, but I could not resist. I have thought non-stop about you. Wondering who you were. Where you were. A million ideas of how I could get in touch with you flooding my mind.”

  Rubbing his chest, I said, “Me too.”

  That caused him to draw back, slightly. “You have?”

  “Yes.” Tilting my head, I stared at him. “So, what now?”

  “I want to get to know you, Nevea. Even if you can’t do the D/s thing, I’d understand. But, I want to take you on dates. Sit with you on Sundays in the park. Find out what movies you enjoy. Discover how to make you laugh.”

  I laughed at the picture his words drew so different from our first meeting. “Okay.” I lowered my eyes to his tie then returned it to his face. “What if I want more?”

  “Like what?”

  Leaning in, I whispered, “You dominating me. You handcuffing me. You spanking me. You pushing me beyond my limits. You pleasuring me.”

  He let out a low growl and kissed me again. When he finally pulled away, his breathing was as labored as mine.

  “
I hope you’re off today.” He lifted me and pressed me back against the door.

  “Ahh.” I giggled like a school girl. “I have a client I need to meet in about thirty minutes.”

  “Oh, Velvet. You’re going to discover what I can do with that kind of time.”

  “On one condition.” I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  “You’re not going to make me promise not to peel these pants off you, are you?”

  I twisted my lips and pretended to consider his words, then smiled. “No, Sir. But, tell me about my scene name.”

  Turning, he walked us to the desk and sat down in his chair with me on his lap. Starting with opening the buttons of my shirt he said, “The Velveteen Rabbit lived…”

  As he removed my blouse and continued to retell me the classic tale, I began to understand the parallel between me and this stuffed rabbit. Both of us wanted to be played with and find love. Glancing at the man with me, I knew that I had a shot at having all my desires fulfilled.

  ~The End~

  About the Author

  I've been penning erotic tales since 2006, on the hedonistic side of the romance genre. However, I've been writing romance under a different pen for a while. I'm eclectic by nature.

  I'm married to my best friend. A guy that makes me laugh 'til I can't breathe and one who steals my breath every time he walks into a room. I believe in happily ever after like the rising of the sun depended on it.

  http://yvettehines.com

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