VelvetValentines (3 page)

“Okay,” Ty directed. “Arms up. When he sees you dressed like
this, stretched out for him like a belated Christmas present, he’ll pass out
for sure.”

Elise moved her hands over her head. She really liked the
idea of Derek passing out at the sight of her. She liked the idea of him
not
passing out better, though.

Using a discreet loop on Elise’s velvet cuff, Ty attached
her right arm to the bar. She repeated the process with Elise’s right wrist.
She moved a small triple step platform in front of Elise and helped her to
straddle the bottom two steps. The width of the steps spread her legs wide and
Elise felt the cool air in the room skim her thighs. Ty went back to the wall
and pushed another button, and the chains holding the bar rose, stretching
Elise upward. The position pulled her to the balls of her feet. It wasn’t
uncomfortable, exactly, but it did make her very aware of her body, and of the
air currents stroking over every inch of bare skin.

Ty stepped back and crossed her arms. “Nice. Very nice.
Okay, we’re close to passing out, but I think we need a few little touches.”

Elise didn’t respond. She was too bemused by the dual
reactions coursing through her. There was fear, of course, but there was even
more arousal. Both emotions surged almost unbearably at the thought of what
Derek would do once he walked through that door.

Ty moved gracefully around the room, lighting a multitude of
scarlet and white candles. When Elise had met with Sinclair Martin, she’d given
a detailed description of how she wanted the room to look. She’d wanted a
gothic, romantic chamber, and that was exactly what she’d gotten. The bed was
decorated with a thick down comforter covered by an ivory and burgundy duvet.
The deep red of the walls was emphasized by ornate brushed brass candle sconces
that featured a heart motif. A thick golden-brown bearskin rug dominated nearly
half the room.

Ty came back to Elise with a bottle of oil. “May I?” she
asked.

“What is it?” Elise’s voice was nothing more than a whisper
as a cloak of sensuality surrounded her.

“It’s only a light body oil. When he touches you it will
give you a small tingle, and when he looks at you your skin will be glowing and
luminescent in the low lighting.”

Elise nodded her head and closed her eyes as the other woman
gently rubbed the oil over every inch of her exposed skin. The oil
did
feel warm and she felt her skin grow flushed and sensitive as it soaked in.

“If you like this,” Ty commented, obviously noting Elise’s
reaction to the oil, “you might like Indian Tobacco Oil.” The redhead gave a
reminiscing smile. “It’s much more intense. Positively sinful,” she added with
a low laugh.

Ty backed up and flicked off the overhead light. “Oh my
goodness! Girl, you’re gorgeous. You have to see yourself.”

She moved to the wall directly across from Elise, which was
covered by a long gold velvet curtain. When she pulled back the curtain, it revealed
a mirror-covered wall.

Elise gasped as she caught sight of her reflection. Her
hard-assed prosecutor image was gone as if it had never existed, and so was her
comfy at-home look. In their place was naughty minx ready for some serious
trouble.

Her flesh was dewy from the oil. The slight flush gave
gentle color to her normal ivory paleness. Her breasts looked fuller in the
bustier, her nipples clearly visible against the stretchy velvet. Her skirt had
risen to just below her mons, bearing what looked like miles of smooth, bare
leg. The woman in the mirror was seductive and looked ready for what was coming
for her.

“Thank you.” Elise felt a lump in her throat, nearly
overwhelmed at the thought of what she was about to do, what it meant.

“Don’t you dare cry now. Your man is coming and it’s time
for you to teach him a lesson.” Her smile warmed Elise, and two women who would
do anything for their men came to a silent understanding.

Ty moved to the door. “Good Luck, Elise. Merry Christmas.”

It took every ounce of Derek’s will power to keep from
pushing every single person in Velvet Ice out of his way the moment he entered
the place. His single focus was on getting to Elise before she did something
they would both regret.

Damn, his woman was as stubborn as hell. He didn’t really
believe she’d give herself to anyone but him. But he knew she was out to prove
a point, and his lawyer lady was relentless when she believed she was in the
right.

In the midst of all his anger, he was agonizingly hard.

The club was decorated for a very boisterous Bacchanal. The
normally dark club was awash in glittering snow covering most of the walls and
even part of the floor. Crystal hearts were strung with invisible wire from the
ceiling at various heights. Red and white twinkle-lights climbed the walls. The
wait staff was wearing what could only be described as very tiny Cupid
costumes, complete with glittering gold wings and arrows. He might have enjoyed
the spectacle if he hadn’t been so desperate to get to Elise.

He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the third
floor, where a bouncer stood with his arms crossed. A red security shirt took
the place of the normal black ones.

He held out his hand. “Coin.”

“Fuck,” Derek growled as he realized that Elise had his
coin.

“Listen, man, my girlfriend is up there and using my coin.
She’s a total novice. I have to get to her before she gets in over her head.”

The bouncer raised a questioning eyebrow at Derek and asked
his name. Still eyeing Derek doubtfully, he spoke into his radio. The answer
came back after endless seconds and the bouncer moved to the side to allow
Derek to pass.

“Glad to see you again, Master Derek.” Sinclair Martin was
waiting at the smoked glass doors leading to the play area.

“Dammit, Sin,” Derek gritted out, frustrated by the delay.
“Why the fuck did you let her in?” Derek didn’t know what reaction he’d
expected, but it hadn’t been for Sin to laugh and slap him on the back.

“Oh, man, you have a lot to learn about loving your woman.”

“There is nothing you can tell me about loving Elise.” Derek
just barely kept his anger in check. He wouldn’t accomplish anything beyond
wasting more time by punching Sin in his smirking face.

The ring in his pocket felt like a lead weight. “Where is
she, Sin?” Derek demanded. “I never wanted this world to touch her.”

“You know damn well you have to let her make that decision
for herself,” Sin chided him. “Or you should know. You’ve forgotten one of the
golden rules, buddy. Trust.” Sin sighed, then continued. “And that trust goes
both ways. She’s willing to trust you here, with her body and with her heart.
Now you have to trust in her strength, I think Elise is much stronger than you
realize. And she loves you. You have the chance at something really special, so
don’t screw it up.”

Sin held out Derek’s gold coin. “She’s in your old room,” he
stated. “You’d better get there before someone else with fewer trust issues
decides to give her what she came here looking for.” The Dom dropped the coin
into Derek’s hand.

Anger dropped a scarlet veil over Derek’s vision at the
thought of another man with Elise, Mastering her. He took off through a set of
double doors and down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, he slammed the door
open and stalked into the room.

Derek opened the door and jerked to a halt, the breath
knocked out of his lungs at the sight that awaited him. Elise,
his Elise,
stood displayed in the middle of the room. Her cuffed hands attached to the bar
stretched her deliciously, and he devoured her with his eyes. Starting at her
white, fuck-me boots, he let his gaze travel the length of her long,
stocking-encased legs. Her tiny red skirt barely covered her pussy. In fact, if
she breathed too hard, he thought it might ride up and bare that sweet flesh
entirely.

His mouth went dry while his eyes continued to feast on her.
The red bustier pushed her perfect breasts up, displaying her pale areolas. He
knew that with just a little attention from his mouth they’d draw up into ripe
berries. Her normally straight reddish-blonde hair was in a curly, messy pile
on top of her head. Her skin glistened and her breathing was quick and shallow
as he pushed the door closed behind him.

“Christ, Elise. You’re beautiful.” He moved slowly to her,
his steps measured as he took deep breaths. His first instinct was to turn her
over his knee and spank her perfect ass until it was red and marked by his
handprints. “What are you doing, Elise?”

“I’m waiting for you to Master me.” Her voice was smoky and
it drove Derek fucking nuts.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” He reached
out a forefinger and stroked her red-painted lips. He hoped she didn’t hear the
desperation in his voice. He was an inch away from snapping the last thread of
his rapidly fraying control. The thought was thrilling and terrifying at the
same time.

“I’m asking you to trust me with all of you.” Her blue eyes
met his, filled with calm acceptance. “I love you, Derek. I want a future with
you.” She pressed a soft kiss to the finger he still was tracing around her
full lips. “But we can’t have a future if it’s based on denial.” She looked him
straight in the eyes, all the passion and intensity of her personality burning
straight to his soul. “So, yes, I know what I’m asking for. I’m asking you to
make me yours in every way possible.”

Her conviction was his undoing. He wanted what she did—a
future wrapped in her warmth. He only hoped that this fire didn’t leave only
ashes behind it.

“And you think you’ve got what it takes to please a Master?”
It was unbelievably easy to slip back into the role of Dom, into the rhythm of
command and control.

“I have what it takes to please
you
.” She smiled. It
was a wicked, wanton kind of smile that reminded him that the true power in any
D/s relationship belonged to the sub, and Derek wanted nothing more than to
fall to his knees and worship the glowing goddess before him.

“I guess we’ll just have to see about that now, won’t we?”
He loosened his tie, moving around behind her.

“There are rules, baby.” He traced one finger down the line
of her spine, bared by the bustier.

“I know the rules, Derek.” He raised an eyebrow and lifted
his hand and gave her a stinging little smack to her rear. Her surprised yelp
was music to his ears.

“Rule one—in here I am Master, and you will address me as
such.” He smoothed his hand over her buttock and smiled as he felt the blood
rise to the surface, causing it to pinken. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She was rattled, and it was making her snappish.
Derek knew that tone well.

“Yes what, baby? If this is what you truly want, then we’re
going to do it my way, not the way you think it should be done.” He landed
another smack to the opposite cheek and she let out a small yelp.

“Yes,
Master
,” she replied. Her voice was a little
shaky and Derek felt a rush of arousal that almost had him shooting in his
pants. At the same time he was more afraid than he’d ever been in his life.
He’d given in without consciously deciding to. He was going to give Elise
exactly what she was asking for. He could only pray she could handle the reality
of his Dominant side.

He pulled off his tie and pulled the silk through his
fingers, remembering how a mere hour ago he’d imagined the deep jewel tones
against her ivory skin. With a slow smile he knew would have made her rethink
her plan if she’d seen it, he lifted it over her head, settling it over her
eyes and blindfolding her. Derek knew that without her sight all her other
senses would be that much more intense.

“Excellent, baby.” He pressed his lips to her nape, reveling
in her quick intake of breath, her involuntary shiver. “Now, do you know what a
safe word is?”

“Yes. If I want to stop I say the word.” He knotted the tie
snugly behind her head, making sure her eyes were completely covered.

“That’s right. If you say the safe word we stop and take stock.
Your safe word is ‘snow’.” It was easy enough for her to remember. “Rule two,”
he continued. “Unless I specifically tell you not to speak, you may ask
questions. You may not argue,” he added, knowing his little lawyer far too
well. “But you may ask for explanations.”

“Yes, Master.” There was way too much amusement in the
words, but he’d work on that.

“Now.” He was practically rubbing his hands together in
anticipation, all but drooling at the sight of her. “Do you have any
questions?”

She shook her head slowly, and he smiled.

“Then it’s time to begin.”

Elise drew a deep breath, closed her eyes behind the silk
tie and wondered what the hell had she gotten herself into. Gone was her sweet,
funny Derek. In his place was a dark, seductive stranger who could demand her
soul if he chose. He was a gorgeous man, she’d always thought that, but now he
was
more
. His sexual potency surrounded her in a cocoon of anticipation,
making her ache with an unfamiliar need.

It shocked her how freeing it felt to be bound and blinded.
She could hear him moving around the room, opening drawers and crinkling
plastic wrappers. He said nothing and didn’t seem in any particular hurry to
start the evening. With each second that passed, she felt her body draw
tighter, her pussy swell and soften.

Elise’s ass was warm from Derek’s hand, and when he’d
spanked her she’d felt it all through her body. It had left her tingling and
wishing he’d done it
more
. That had been the real stunner, that she
liked the smack of his hand on her bare butt. She couldn’t sort through the
myriad feelings running through her mind at that moment, she only knew she
wanted more.

“Spread your legs wide for me. I want to look at your bare
ass.” His hand wrapped around one thigh while she moved the other. She felt him
move her skirt up and run the tips of his fingers along the cheeks of her
behind.

He opened her up with two hands and more cool air than she’d
expected hit her vaginal lips. When she’d planned her attack, Elise had made a
special preparation, subjecting herself to a Brazilian wax. The painful
procedure had left her pussy absolutely bare except for a narrow strip of
downy, dark-blonde hair. She smiled to herself, imagining Derek’s reaction when
he finally worked his way to the front of her. He began tracing one finger over
the base of her spine and Elise shivered, forgetting about her surprise,
forgetting everything but the feeling of his finger, coated with cool, slick
lube and moving down her crack to the dark opening where no one had ever
ventured.

“Have you ever taken anyone here?” His voice was low, as if
he were distracted by what he was doing. God knew,
she
was distracted.

She must have taken too long to answer, because he dropped
another stinging smack to her ass, causing her to jerk a little in her bonds.
It was just enough movement to press his finger against the tightly budded
opening between her cheeks.

“Tell me, baby. Have you ever taken anyone into this tight
ass?” She managed to shake her head, completely absorbed in the dark,
shockingly good sensations streaking through her from where his finger pressed
deeper with every pulsing movement. “Have you taken any
thing
here? Maybe
worked your vibrator up this tight little hole and fucked your own ass?”

“No, Master.” She managed to choke the words out. She
squeezed her eyes behind the tie, his frank language thrilling her. When they
made love neither of them made much noise beyond moans and a few pretty words.
Who knew hearing him talk dirty would have her creaming in a flood that slicked
the insides of her thighs?

“This is just one of the places I’m going to take you
tonight, baby.” He emphasized his words, pressing his finger deeper. Elise
couldn’t hold back a squeak of surprise and pleasure at the unfamiliar
intrusion. He tapped her ass. “None of that. You wanted me to take you, to
Master you. By the time we’re done here, I’ll own you, baby.” He pressed harder
and whispered, almost too softly for her to hear, “For better or worse.”

“I’m going to stretch you now,” he murmured against her
nape. His breath stirred the tendrils of hair that had escaped her up-do and
sent little licks of fire over her skin. “There will be some pain.” He paused
to stroke the tip of his tongue over the tender skin behind her ear and she let
out a little mewl of pleasure. “There’s supposed to be some pain.” She thought
she should be scared. She probably would have been if everything he did and
said wasn’t flooding her pussy.

His finger retreated and she whimpered in disappointment.
God, he hadn’t done anything more than smack her ass and finger her rear
opening and she was ready to come. Something cool and smooth prodded her
tingling opening and she instinctively tensed.

“Relax, baby, and let me in.” The slim, hard object worked
through the tough ring of muscle, stroking over nerve endings she’d never
guessed existed.

“Just breathe into the burn and push out for me.” His voice
was darkly seductive and she obeyed instinctively. In her mind’s eye she
imagined him standing behind her, his silk shirt loosened at the collar, those
black trousers cupping his oh-so-fine ass. He was working a wand vibrator up
her ass. She recognized the shape of the thing, though she’d never taken one
there
.

“You’re still so tense, baby.” She rolled her eyes behind
her blindfold. She was tense, but he knew her body well enough to recognize
that it was a very good tension.

“Maybe this will help you to relax.” A low buzz made her
jump. Then his fingers were sliding along her slit, from anus to clit, drawing
a smooth, vibrating egg along her sensitive lower lips.