Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (32 page)

“Okay. Because I’d just like to know . . .” Vic just couldn’t say it. There was a long silence.

“Cuz, I guess I’m dense,” Tony told him. “You’re going to have to spell it out for me.”

How to put it? Vic decided to just throw it out there. “I wanted to know . . . if she’s said anything about, um, maybe, uh, missing me, missing seeing me?” His hand was shaking so hard that he had trouble holding the phone.

Uh-huh! I knew it!
, Tony thought. “I don’t know. Nikki hasn’t mentioned it if she has, but then Nik might not know that it’s important. We both thought you were talking to Laura yourself.”

“I am, but, you know . . .”

“Bud, a word of advice here. From the very first time Nikki and I sat down across a table, we were honest with each other. Everything out in the open, nothing held back. It’s the only way to do things. I know you care about her, so get honest with her and if she’s not interested, you’ll know right up front.”

“But, Tony, you don’t understand. She’s got all of these issues, and her . . .”

“Stop. Just stop. All of that doesn’t matter. Just get down to it and ask her. Vic, I know she’s got some baggage, but everybody does. Nikki came back from losing her whole family; some people kill themselves when their dog dies. Everybody’s different, but Laura, she’s a tough lady. Just straight-up ask her.”

“I’ll try. I’m just a little shaky, you know?”

“Do you have her now?” Tony asked.

“No.”

“Then what do you have to lose?”

Leave it to his older cousin-brother to put everything into perspective with just a few words. “You’re right, man,” Vic said. “I just need to talk to her. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“H
i. My name is Jeffrey and the guys over there told me that you’re the resident service Dom.”

“Yep, that’s me. Vic.” He shook Jeffrey’s hand. “So how can I help you?” It was early yet, but the place was starting to fill up. Several women had been watching Vic from a distance, but Jeffrey was the first person to walk up to him.

“That’s my submissive right over there, the girl with the spider tattoo on her left breast?” He pointed, and she waved to him. “She’s also my wife.”

“Congratulations! She’s very pretty,” Vic said. She had beautiful red hair and creamy skin, and she reminded him just a little of Carrie, his last girlfriend.

“I wanted to talk to you. There’s something I need to learn to do, but I need some help,” Jeffrey said. Jeffrey began to tell Vic about a home invasion that Brandy had gone through while they were engaged; the two men had raped her in the process. “She’s never been the same. I think she needs some kind of discipline that would help her break out of whatever it is that’s got her all bound up. She wants me to do it, but I’m afraid. I just don’t know how and I don’t want to hurt her. But I think she’ll need that kind of thing over and over, and I want to learn to do it for her. Can you help us?”

“I hope so. But we’d need to sit and talk, all three of us. If she’s not one hundred percent on board with it, I can’t do it. It’s got to be something she wants to do, not that she will do just because you want her to.”

“Gotcha; not a problem. Let me get her and we’ll talk.”

Vic watched Jeffrey go and thought about what it took for two people to make the decision to come into a club like Eden’s Gate and seek out the help of a total stranger. They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties, and both of them were very attractive; they made a cute couple. Vic moved to one of the sofas; Jeffrey spotted him and led Brandy over.

“Brandy?” The girl nodded. “I’m Vic. Have a seat. Your Dom and I were just talking about some of your needs. Do you know what he talked to me about?”

“I’m sure he was talking about my assault,” she said, looking down at her legs. She was bare-breasted and wearing nothing but a short, ruffled skirt. Her nipples were pierced, and she had a weight hanging from each ring, the pressure keeping her peaks ready for play in an instant. “I have a hard time expressing my emotions. I stuff them. Now I’ve started having some medical problems because of the stress of it all.” Brandy looked down at her skirt and smoothed it.

“Have you ever submitted to discipline before?” Vic asked.

“Um, he restrains me during sex and stuff like that,” she said.

“But have you ever been paddled, caned, whipped, anything like that?” Vic asked.

“No. Do you think that would help me?” she asked, looking anxious.

“Jeffrey seems to think so. I think it might, but you have to want to try it. It’s not my job to talk you into it. Safe, sane, and consensual. If you don’t want it, I won’t do it. There are some exceptions to that, but very few. So what do you want to do?” Vic was a little concerned about this one; he wasn’t sure if either of them knew what they were asking for.

“I want to do this, but can we do it in private? I don’t want to be out here in front of everybody. I might get emotional – I hope I get emotional – and I’d be so embarrassed.”

“Sure, honey, I can understand that.” She had a sad look about her that made Vic’s heart sore. “Let’s go pick out a private room, any room you want. This way.” Vic led them to the back, but before he did, he glanced across the room and saw Miranda there, talking to someone. She smiled and waved at him, and he nodded.

“Wow,” Jared whispered to Doug. “This time he’s got a couple. That’s gonna be
really
freaky!”

Doug snorted at him. “That’s none of our business. Just dry those glasses, okay? Don’t worry about what Vic’s doing.”

Vic got the couple settled in a room and chose a riding crop. Jeffrey asked, “Is that what you usually use?”

“No. My implement is a specialty, and I had extensive training in its use. Because you want to continue this at home, I’d prefer to use something tonight that you have access to, if that’s okay.” Vic showed the crop to Jeffrey, who looked it over before handing it back. He explained to Jeffrey how to judge the degree of impact the crop could make based on the strength the user put behind it, and they talked about good places to purchase implements.

Vic spent twenty minutes talking to both of them about restraints during discipline, where to and not to strike, limits and how to set them, and then showed Jeffrey how to get Brandy ready. Then he explained that discipline meant structure and ritual too, and made suggestions for things they could do to help her feel safe. He worked with them for an hour and a half, and when they were done, the relief on Brandy’s face was all Vic needed to feel good about their time together. Jeffrey looked like he might cry, and he thanked Vic over and over.

When Vic got to the bar, Jared grinned at him. “Into threesomes now, huh?” Vic didn’t say anything, just ignored him. In a few minutes, a tall blond walked up to Vic and said, “You are so gorgeous!” Vic grinned; he never tired of hearing it. “Would you top me in a scene? I want to do one, but my boyfriend won’t do it. He doesn’t like being up in front of people.”

“Let’s talk to him first. By the way, I’m Vic. And you’re . . .”

“Cassandra. My boyfriend is Trevor. Let me get him. Be right back,” she said, breathless, and trotted away. Her ass was gorgeous, and Vic enjoyed watching it go.

Cassandra came back, dragging her boyfriend along, and he shook Vic’s hand. “Trevor, this is Vic. Vic – Trevor.”

“So Cassandra tells me she would like to do a scene with me as her top. Is that what you want? Or is it that you don’t care as long as you don’t have to do it?”

“It’s that I don’t want to be in front of people, but she wants to do it. And that’s fine with me, but if I’m going to let her submit to someone else, I need something in return,” he said, looking at Cassandra.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Vic was watching the interaction between the two of them, and there were a lot of things that weren’t being discussed in their relationship. It was written all over their faces, the need rolling off of them.

Cassandra looked at Trevor, then said, “He wants to do double penetration.”

“And you? You’d be the one being penetrated. I think that takes your participation and cooperation.” Vic couldn’t believe it. He was always surprised at the things members didn’t mind doing with someone they’d just met.

She looked at Trevor again, then at Vic. “I wasn’t sure I wanted to until I met you, but yeah, I’d like to.”

“So let’s get started. We’ll do the scene out here and move to a private room afterward.” Vic explained to Cassandra how things would go, and they negotiated parts of the scene until they were in agreement. As he readied everything they’d need, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Miranda, her face just inches from his.

“So am I going to receive the benefit of your expertise this evening?” Her voice was liquid sex as she leaned into his ear.

Vic smiled and drew a finger up her arm. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be with them. If you’re still here when I’m done, we’ll see.” She gave him a tiny smile and a peck on the cheek before walking away, her hips a swaying seduction for his benefit.

They started the scene a few minutes later, Vic fighting to keep himself in the moment; his mind kept drifting back to Miranda. When the public portion was done, he carried Cassandra to the private room they’d be using, sat down on the sofa, and grounded her without any effort. Vic turned to Trevor. “You ready?” The younger man nodded. Then he asked Cassandra, “Have you ever done this before?”

“No. Have you?” Her face was dewy and flushed.

“Yes. It’s been a while, but yes, I have. You’re sure you want this?”

She looked a little embarrassed. “Yeah, I do.”

“If you want it, you want it. No shame, just desire, baby. It’ll be unbelievable for you.” She nodded. She was still sitting in Vic’s lap, and he brushed her hair back out of her face. “Turn around and face me, knees on the edge of the sofa.” When she turned, Vic took her face in his hands and kissed her – hard – until she more or less melted into him. “I want you to just relax. We’re going to take this nice and slow.” He could see Trevor in the background looking kind of uncertain. Vic realized she had on shorts like the ones Nikki had been wearing at the club. “Trevor, how about you help Cassandra out of these shorts, bud?” Trevor needed to be given something to do; Vic wanted him to be engaged and feel included every step of the way if possible.

Once the shorts were gone, Vic was relieved; she didn’t have anything on under them, just as he’d suspected. Trevor pointed at the back of her bra, a racy little lace demi-cup, and Vic nodded. The younger man popped the hooks, and the bra fell down her arms.
Maybe a C-cup,
Vic thought,
very firm. Nice nipples.
“Undo my leathers, baby. Take it nice and slow and enjoy it.” Cassandra smiled, somewhere between shy and wanton, and licked her lips.

“I’ve never seen any like these,” she purred. “They’re gorgeous.” Their beauty was the double zippers; there was one on the front of each hip, from waistband to groin, and the front dropped so they were completely open.

“Yeah, ordered them. I’ve never seen any others like them either. They’re convenient.” He’d been looking down at them and then looked up at her from under his sculpted, almost evil-looking brows. Cassandra gasped and licked her lips again. She unzipped the second zipper, then bit her lip when his cock sprang free.

“Oh. My. God.” Her eyes went wide.

“Like?”

“Fuck yeah. How could I not?” she grinned, her eyes squeezing shut.

He’d been holding her on him with his hands on her ass, but Vic moved them up her torso and took a breast in each hand, squeezing her nipples between his index and middle fingers, and she whined. “You ready?” She nodded with enthusiasm, and he rolled a condom on. “Mount me. Take your time, don’t get in a hurry. We’ve got all night.” Cassandra raised up on her knees and, when she did, Vic took one of her hands, wrapped it around his shaft, and helped her position it. She let herself down a quarter of an inch at a time and, as she did, her mouth formed an “O” and her eyes watered.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered to him.

“Yes you can. Just go as slow as you need to.” He watched her slow descent onto his rigidness until she was almost seated on him, and then he growled, “Drop!” She let out a little shriek when she slammed against him, and he snapped, “Get still. Now! Hold it – don’t move. And breathe, baby.” She’d gasped when she got still, and she let out a hissing sigh and drew in another lungful of air. Vic held her firm on his hardness.

“I need to move!” she cried out. “Please, oh god, please!” she cried out, then dropped her voice into a sultry snarl and groaned, “Fuck me!”

“Sit there. Your vagina will do what’s needed to form itself to my cock and you’ll be more comfortable. Be patient.” To keep her occupied, he wrapped his hands around the back of her neck and pulled her face down to his, kissing her again while he enjoyed the silky feel of her pussy around his shaft. She moaned into his lips, and he could feel the raw longing on hers. After a minute, he told her, “Ride me. However you want, however you need.”

As she started to move, Vic glanced around her and gave Trevor a look that invited him to get involved. The younger man moved in behind the girl, wrapping his arms around her torso, then reached up and began to pinch and roll her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and Cassandra moaned and started stroking faster onto Vic, her hips undulating every time she took his entire length.

It was clear that her body had become accustomed to his length and girth, and her warmth and wetness felt exotic around his firmness. “Wrap your arms around my neck, baby, and clasp your hands together.” He kissed her again until she relaxed against his chest. “I want you to remember – we won’t go any faster or harder than you can stand. What’s your safeword?”

“Red,” she moaned.

“Very good. I’ll be moving under you, sweetie. Trevor is behind you, and he’s going to take you now.” Vic nodded to Trevor, and the younger man pressed the head of his well-lubed cock into Cassandra’s tight rosette. She released a loud moan, and Vic nodded to him again. He could feel Trevor moving into her, and Vic pulled out slowly as Trevor entered. When Trevor was buried in her ass, Vic nodded again. Trevor moved out, and Vic moved back into her, and they alternated strokes. Cassandra began to tremble, and Vic knew they were right where they needed to be. “Doing okay, baby?”