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  “So, Velvet. No pain. No audience. If I could guarantee complete privacy, would you be willing to try it?”

  Would I? I stood there, staring at the dominant, sexy male before me.

  He spoke before I did. “BDSM is about trust. I know you don’t have any reason to give me the honor of your care. However, to ensure I’m a principled Dom, I’ll give you a safeword; something you can use and I’ll stop immediately. I’ll also use quick release cuffs.”

  I was familiar with what a safeword was, but I’d never heard of the cuffs. Primarily because I knew Adrienne enjoyed the feel of ropes and silk ties.

  Dom Bolt moved away from me and went to the cabinet. Pulling a drawer open he removed an item. Crossing the wood floor to me, he held the object out for me to see. He placed them on his own wrists and locked, then he pulled against them and showed me the strength of the leather and metal restraints.

  I was nervous watching him pull against them. I thought about myself, helpless and dependent.

  Then he twisted the wrist of one hand and with his thumb pressed a hidden button and one cuff popped out. The next one followed just as quick.

  I shivered with relief.

  “Your choice.”

  Looking from the compelling gaze of the man before me to the imposing wooden structure that took up so much of the room, I thought about it.

  Am I really considering doing this?

  I was. I realized it wasn’t just curiosity of the experience. It was this man. Something about him drew me. In the hours’ time I’d been in his presence, he made me want to trust him and just for a moment allow him to guide me through this experience. I had always been a pretty good judge of character, for myself and my friends. I could spot a jackass from three streets away. All of my ex-boyfriends were still friends of mine. It just didn’t work out for us and we’d mutually ended it.

  Being honest with myself, I knew that none of my past men had ever driven me to distraction as the man before me. None of them had made me want to allow them to take the lead, even if for a moment. Not one of them had made me desire them on first sight.

  But this man.

  Staring into his clear, kind hazel eyes my gut told me to trust him.

  People talking and walking by the room drew my attention away from him.

  “You’ll make sure we’re not seen?”

  “I will.” Moving away from me, he went to a shelf beside the door and pulled out a stack of signs. Flipping through them he singled one out then put the rest back. He held it up toward me so I could read it.

  CLOSED SESSION.

  I nodded.

  Winking at me, he attached it to a hook on the door then closed the door behind him. With a slow strut he crossed to me. “What other assurance do you need?”

  “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable being naked before you.” That had been bothering me. Everyone, including Adrienne easily disrobed to their birthday suits without pause. However, I thought my body was too thick in too many places—ass and thighs especially. Having it all hanging out just made me uncomfortable.

  His gaze was like a caress as it made a leisurely stroll along my curves. When his dark, heated eyes captured mine again, he said, “You are an attractive woman Velvet with a lovely body that you should not be ashamed of. However, for this experience, agreeing to make your bare ass available to me will be enough.”

  “I’ll take off my skirt. I’m wearing a thong that will give you what you need, right?”

  “No.”

  That single word made my heart leap.

  “What? Why not?”

  “Fabric can not only be constricting during a session, but with it tightly surrounding the area in play it can reduce your circulation. At times intensifying the impact.”

  Nervous, I fingered my hair, pulling it over my shoulder. “I thought that was the point.”

  “Not for a novice such as yourself. I’ll need to start gently with you. Also, I’ll have to be able to properly gauge your level of sensitivity to the force of contact I’m providing you.”

  My heart was now racing as I stood there staring at him and considering if I wanted to truly go through with this. As I inhaled, I took in his potent scent that was giving me erotic thoughts and setting my blood on fire. The intense gaze he was giving me didn’t help my body to remain calm either. There was so much appreciation in it; like he was just as captivated by me as I was by him.

  Exhaling, a harsh whoosh sound and braving it out, I lowered my hands to my skirt. I couldn’t get my lips to agree, but I knew what I wanted. This moment. This man. Reaching under my flirty, A-Line black skirt, I took hold of the sides of my thong and dragged it down.

  It was a silly thing to do, remove my panties first, but I felt less exposed starting with them. As I was lowering them, I realized my mistake. I should have asked him to turn around, or stepped away from him. I could feel the wetness of my thong and knew that no matter what I had told him earlier about being in this house not affecting me he would behold the truth soon.

  Rolling my bottom lip in, I took my underwear to my ankles and stepped out of them.

  Surprisingly, Dom Bolt didn’t comment about them. I gaze up at him and saw he still stared at my face. It calmed me some to realize he was giving me a small amount of privacy.

  “When you remove your skirt, Velvet, you can place both items on the chair in the corner.” He turned from me and stepped around the back of the wooden X with the cuffs.

  Swiping my antique gold-colored undies from the floor, I hustled to the corner, holding on to what little bit of modesty I had left. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see Bolt securing the cuffs to some kind of short chain on the back of the X, still not looking at me.

  Here goes nothing.

  Moving fast, I wiggled out of my skirt and it fluttered to the floor. Stooping down, I picked it up, held it before my sex as I folded it, then set it on the chair.

  Grabbing hold of all of the courage I had within, I forced my chin high and took slow steps to Dom Bolt.

  Rounding the apparatus, he smiled at me. “Please step forward and face the St. Andrew’s cross, Velvet.”

  I did as I was told.

  Touching my shoulders, he positioned me how he wanted, centered to the cross. “Spread your feet apart.”

  Twisting from heel to toe, I walked them out a little. “Like this?”

  Taking a firm hold on my chin, he turned my face to his. His eyes were sharp, unwavering and his voice was deep as he said, “From this moment on, you will only refer to me as Dom Bolt or Sir when you respond to me.”

  Where was Mister Sweet and Patient? “Okay, Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir.” His words were terse.

  If his tone of voice didn’t shock me, the warm shiver running along my spine causing the hair to rise on my arms did. Licking my lips, I responded appropriately. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Adjust your feet wider apart until I tell you to stop.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I started moving.

  His gaze lowered. When I stood shoulder width apart, he said, “Stop.”

  Even though I still wore a light three-quarter sleeve gold cashmere sweater, I felt completely exposed. Not only because my ass and legs were fully on display, but the air now caressing my sex was unsettling. The evidence of my nervousness was apparent in the butterflies taking flight in my stomach. However, the evidence of how turned on I was revealed to me in the throbbing of my clit.

  Oh, shit, I would never have thought my excitement would double so quickly being on display like this before a strange man. But, it had.

  He stepped behind the cross. “Wrap your arms around the middle, Velvet.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I encircled the wood frame.

  He took hold of my hands and held them for a moment. His were strong, with a few calluses on his palm. I wondered if he worked with his hands or if they were from him wielding whips in play.

  I felt a cuff go around one of my wrists. It was slightly disconcerting that I could
not see him or what he was doing. Trust, Nevea. You agreed to trust.

  “The house safeword is apple. If you use it, I will stop. If you scream it loud enough people will come running, no matter what sign I placed on the door.” The second cuff was engaged.

  “Yes, Sir.” I couldn’t help giving them a slight tug then another. I was secured—well. I had some room to move around, but not much. All of a sudden my heart beat firm and fast then my hands started to shake.

  His hands covered mine again—a soothing touch. “Remember, Velvet, you’re safe. Do you want to stop now?”

  I closed my eyes, not wanting to stare at the leather covered structure before me. Even though I couldn’t see his face, only hear his voice and feel his touch, I focused on those two things. Did I want to leave? Walk away now and forever question myself on running away?

  “There’s no shame in deciding you don’t want to do this.” His thumbs stroked the back of my hands.

  I knew if I left this room I’d never be brave enough to attempt it again. For a reason I refused to allow myself to analyze at the moment, I didn’t want to disappoint myself…or Dom Bolt.

  “No, Sir. I’m fine.”

  After a light squeeze he let me go. When I opened my eyes, he was standing beside me.

  He placed his hand on my shoulder and glided it down my arm. “Until we are finished, you may not speak unless you’re using your safeword. You may scream, moan or cry. You must not make any sudden movements that will cause me to injure you. Do you understand, Velvet?”

  I started to nod, but that damn eyebrow of his was lifting. Catching myself I said, “Yes, Dom Bolt, I understand.”

  “Very good.” He smiled and leaned toward me.

  I prepared myself for his pale, pink lips meeting mine. However, I was denied the pleasure as he lightly brushed his lips over my cheek.

  “We will begin.”

  Not wanting to see the lashes coming, I faced the frame and squeezed my eyes tight.

  I flinched when instead of the bite of the flogger I felt the leads being dragged over my ass—one cheek to another. He lightly caressed my skin in waves like a maestro conducting a slow ballad.

  “You’re ass is beautiful.” He stroked. “Brown. Round. High. Perfect for play.” He brushed them down my thighs like a painter. “Thick, healthy thighs waiting for a master to appreciate them.”

  His touch and voice lulled me. I rejoiced in his words, knowing that he approved of what he saw.

  So, caught up in the sensual massage, the first strike of the flogger caught me unsuspecting. My breathing halted for a moment.

  It stung a little, but it wasn’t so bad that I wanted to scream and thrash about.

  The next one came seconds later, followed by two more in matching intensity.

  The fifth stroke was a little hard and I found myself squeezing my hands.

  “Don’t tense my Velvet. Breathe through it, relax.” His voice was deep, calm but commanding.

  The swipes continued to come.

  My ass was beginning to warm. I curled my toes against the floor. For a moment I strongly considered calling out apple.

  “Inhale.”

  His voice broke into my racing thoughts.

  Inhale. Inhale. Taking heed, I took a deep breath in through my nose.

  “Exhale,” he called out.

  When I did, another lash came; harder.

  Heat seared my skin, following the leads of the flogger across my ass. I pressed my forehead against the leather cushion and tried to imagine things like soft pillows, mink blankets and all things that didn’t hurt my ass. Apple. Apple.

  “Inhale,” he ordered me.

  I sucked it in like an alcoholic with their first drink of the night.

  “Exhale.” Thwack.

  I forced the air out of my mouth in a long steady stream.

  “Inhale.”

  Cool air filled my lungs.

  “Exhale.” Thwack.

  I rose up on my toes and pressed my breasts and hips against the cross, praying I could disappear inside of it.

  Then something happened between his voice and my breathing, a connection—a bond. Instead of my apprehension of the next smack against my ass…I anticipated it. Like when I ate something spicy. Part of my brain recognized that burned, while still my body wanted more. More of the heat. More of the pain.

  My nipples grew tight and my gut clenched. The biggest effect was in my sex. It felt swollen and achy as my clit started throbbing in time with the beat drumming upon my ass.

  Each of my inhalations became steadier. They were more relaxed as I arched ever so slightly pushing my ass toward Dom Bolt and his stimulating flogger.

  My head lulled back onto my shoulders and a moan slipped past my lips and tremors ran through my body and vibrated my sex.

  Then it stopped and I caught the whimper in my throat.

  A thud happened behind me.

  Not wanting to move, break the erotic tension that had been woven between us, I didn’t turn around.

  “You are a lovely, blushed sight, Velvet.” His presence moved up behind me.

  I wasn’t give permission to speak so I remained silent.

  His ginger touch along both my cheeks let me know his hands were empty. I knew it had to be the flogger that hit the ground.

  “Tss.” I couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped my mouth. My backside was tender, sore.

  “The heat of your skin is exquisite.” He slowly dragged his fingers from the top of my buttocks to mid-thighs.

  My body quivered. The urge to press back even further, feel more of his touch on my sensitive flesh was overwhelming.

  He aligned his body against mine, wrapping his arms around the center of the X until he covered my hands. I could feel his heart beating strong against my back. By the rapid rhythm I knew he was just as keyed up as I was.

  Nosing my hair to the side, he rubbed his lips along my neck as he linked his fingers with mine. “You smell enticing. A savory vanilla.”

  A weird description. I used a Tahitian vanilla body wash, but I would call the scent sweet not savory.

  His lips were flush with my ear, when he whispered, “How wet are you?”

  Oh, hell. I knew what he smelled…the cream coating my sex and the inside of my thighs. I had been turned on since I watched the other woman being spanked. Maybe even since the moment I agreed to come to this house. However, being around Dom Bolt and experiencing the lick of his flogger had pushed me to the edge of desire.

  It wasn’t about what this man had done to me, but about this man. This stranger that didn’t feel unfamiliar to me.

  “Velvet?” I heard the warning in his voice a fraction before his palm came up against my ass, quick and sharp.

  “Very wet, Dom Bolt.” Damn was he ever fast.

  “I want to see you.” He lowered himself behind me, slowly brushing my body on the way down.

  His large hands palmed my ass, massaging and squeezing the two halves simultaneously as he lifted them high, spreading me.

  I winced at his firm grip.

  “Remarkable. Swollen and shiny. A Dom always appreciates seeing that his sub enjoyed their session.” He lavished compliments on me, expressing his pride in how well I handled my first flogging.

  Then pain became pleasure when his tongue glided over one cheek then the other. He licked, sucked and grazed his teeth across my tender, inflamed skin.

  When his tongue followed the crease of my ass and dipped between my folds, I cried out, “Dom Bolt!”

  He stroked my sex again. “Thick, sweet and creamy like glaze on a treat.”

  His talented tongue and clever words were driving me toward the waterfall of ecstasy. Unable to stop myself, I began to rotate my hips and press back to him. So close.

  I needed more. Handcuffed to the St. Andrew’s cross my options were limited, my movements restricted.

  As if comprehending my gesture, he lifted one of my legs and placed my foot on his bent knee. I was open,
wide.

  Bolt buried his tongue in my pussy, deep as he stroked the walls shoving me closer to that cliff. Thrusting my hips, I fucked his tongue wanting the promise of paradise.

  Pulling away, he slid his tongue down my slit until he reached my clit. Once there he circled it. Around and around, he flicked the tip each time he passed it.

  “Oh, oh…Dom…oh.”

  To say my body was trembling was like saying there were signs of flurries at the North Pole. My body was shaking with desire and my lower belly ached from the orgasm I could feel moments away.

  Tracing my sex with a finger, he pressed it inside me then removed it and slipped it up to the tight rosette opening. At the same time he pulled my clit between his lips and sucked.

  As he drew on me and pumped along the surprisingly responsive channel I came.

  I screamed so loud I would have thought it would draw attention. That people would have come storming into the room to the rescue.

  However, no one came. As I came down from my sensual high, I recalled Dom Bolt telling me they would only enter when the safeword was used.

  Giving me a final kiss, Bolt rose behind me and reached around until he activated the release buttons. I was trembling and my legs were weak, threatening to not hold me up. If it wasn’t for his body leaning against mine I would have crumbled into a heap.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  The evidence of how much he wanted me was in the hard cock on my ass. Feeling it caused a renewed frisson of heat to course through my body.

  “May I speak freely, Sir?”

  “Please,” he whispered, licking the shell of my ear.

  Turning my head, I gazed at him, wanting him to see the intensity in my eyes. “I want you. I don’t fully understand why, but I want to feel you deep inside of me.”

  Slipping his arms around my waist, he pulled me to him. Facing him now, I placed a hand against his face and brushed my thumb across his lips. His top lip was a little thinner than his bottom which was full and plump. I couldn’t wait to taste him. Leaning in, I licked that beguiling flesh and tasted my essence on him.

  The kiss deepened quickly as our lips parted and we feasted on each other. A duel. Our tongue parlayed in and out of each other’s mouths, stroking and chasing.