Velvet Submission (14 page)

She watched him for a long moment, her eyes narrowed and a thoughtful look on her beautiful face. Finally she let out a long, slow breath and stepped up to stand in front of him, getting right into his personal space. His breath caught, and his dick started singing the Hallelujah chorus as she brushed against him.

"Who do you belong to, Gregori?" she purred softly against his lips.

"I belong to you, Mistress," he returned in a whisper. About this, there was no question. Never had been. Never would be. He let his lips brush over hers as he spoke, meaning the words from the very depths of his soul. "Mistress, goddess…" he groaned as her tongue slipped out to steal his very breath. "I belong to
you
, Megan."

She stepped back with a feral smile, and he clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her and pulling her back. He devoured her with his eyes, loving what he saw. Her smile was wicked, but her eyes were soft.

"If you belong to me, sugar," she mused softly, trailing a finger down the line of his chest, digging her short, sharp nail through the soft cotton. "Then why aren't you naked and on your knees in my presence?" She paused to twist his nipple sharply through his t-shirt, and he gasped aloud at the sensation and the sheer pleasure of seeing her eyes kindle at his reaction.

Such a torrent of joy filled Gregori at her words; it was as if the sun had suddenly taken up residence in his chest. He jerked the offending shirt over his head in one smooth motion and dropped to one knee to begin yanking at the laces of his boots. Megan stayed the action by laying her hand gently on his shoulder.

"I've really put you through the wringer, haven't I, Sug?" She reached down and touched his chin, tilting his face up to meet her gaze. He didn't bother to answer. What could he say? Yes, she had, but to have her truly claim him, he'd go through it a thousand times more.

"Stand up," she commanded softly. "Let your Mistress care for you, for a moment." He thought to protest. All he wanted—
all
he wanted—was to serve her, but she stopped him with a gentle finger on his lips. "It pleases me to do so," she said, and that was all he needed to hear.

Once he was standing, Megan dropped gracefully to her knees. Her fingers, so slender and delicate looking, made swift work of his tangled laces, and she quickly had his boots and socks tucked neatly under a small occasional table near the front door. When she looked up at him, she did it with what he knew was deliberate slowness. She let her azure gaze brush over every inch of his body and his body responded, growing taut as a violin string, waiting only for her expert touch to play him.

She stayed in her calculatedly submissive pose long enough for the alpha male in him to respond, to imagine those plush pink lips wrapped around his dick as he fucked her mouth into Nirvana. Then she met his eyes with a look so Dominant, so
knowing
, it scorched him clear to his soul.

Moving so slowly each tiny nuance was torture, she reached up and worked open the button on his leather pants. It was his standard work uniform—leathers and a Velvet Ice Security t-shirt, occasionally topped by a black jacket if he needed to be "dressy" but with her eyes crawling all over him, he felt as if he'd been commanded to wear the leather for her pleasure. And from the lazy, kittenish smile on her face, she was definitely pleased.

In a few seconds that lasted an eternity, she dealt with his button and zipper, and peeled the snug leather down until it pooled at his feet. Then she stood with one lithe movement and strolled to the living room. Tossing a coy look over her shoulder she murmured, "You may join me once you've cleaned up your belongings," then disappeared through the doorway.

*

Megan was nearly vibrating with excitement. She'd had a bad moment when she realized Gregori had stopped just inside the front door, and another when she understood that he'd done so because he was afraid to trust her. She'd deserved that caution but, dammit, it had maddened her. It made her all the more desperate to put her mark on him in every way possible; his complicated mind, his beautiful body and his bruised heart. She wanted to brand him so thoroughly he'd never have cause to doubt her feelings again.

She forced herself to sit on the couch as she waited for him. She allowed herself a small smile as she imagined him neatly folding his clothing before presenting himself to her. It was a mere two minutes later that he entered the room, and Megan's smile widened even as her mouth went dry.

So incredibly beautiful
, she thought. His fair skin a creamy gold, his eyes dark and intense with emotion. God, she wanted to eat him up one slow bite at a time.

"I'd like a drink, Sug," she murmured. She was inordinately proud of herself when the words came out steady. Lord knew she was trembling inside. "You may bring me a glass of wine from the kitchen," she added with a languid gesture to the doorway on the opposite side of the room.

Those expressive eyes grew turbulent, but he ducked his head and obediently moved through the room and into the kitchen.

Oh, damn but the man had a fine, hard ass.

She listened with growing amusement to the sound of cupboards opening and closing as he searched out a wine glass. Then the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing. Her eyebrows lifted at the clatter of ice-cubes from the dispenser, then lowered in understanding and appreciation when he returned to the room holding a large plastic pitcher filled with ice and cradling the bottle of Pouilly Fuisse that had waited in the refrigerator.

He moved to stand in front of her, then dropped to his knees with no prompting on her part. He placed his impromptu ice bucket on the floor and poured a glass of wine, which he offered her with surprising elegance. Megan thought the smile might never leave her face.

"Everything about you pleases me, sugar," she told him, reaching out to sift her fingers through his hair. "I am going to take such good care of you," she added as his eyes kindled with a joy so intense it looked almost painful.

She took a small sip of wine and let the complex flavor roll over her tongue. Lovely. She could only think of one thing lovelier.

"Would you like a sip, Sug?" He tilted his head slightly but, well-trained sub that he was, he didn't raise his eyes when he answered.

"If it pleases you, Mistress, I would."

Megan tipped his head back with a finger under his chin, and let him watch as she took a deeper draught of the wine. His eyes widened in appreciative understanding as she lowered her mouth to his, allowing him to drink from her lips. His throat worked convulsively as he swallowed the vintage, and she savored his slight jump of reaction when she darted out her tongue to steal a drop from the corner of his mouth.

"You may undress me," she murmured against his mouth.

*

Gregori eagerly reached up to undo the buttons of her lace-patterned blouse. She caught his hands in hers and gave him that wicked smile that had first turned him inside out two long years before. "With your teeth, Sug," she added, and he groaned.

He locked his hands behind his back because he didn't trust himself not to cheat, and leaned in to nuzzle the fragrant valley between her breasts. He caught fabric between his teeth, hissed in frustration when he couldn't work the button loose, and finally yanked it loose and spit it on the floor.

Megan gave a low laugh. "Naughty boy," she scolded, threading her fingers through his hair. "Do it again so I can punish you."

Gregori was thrilled to comply. One by one he bit free her buttons, revealing her creamy skin and a deep amethyst demi-bra.
Chort
poberi
. She'd faced down her father with her succulent pink nipples all but naked under her nearly sheer blouse.

Once all the buttons were disposed of in a satisfactory manner, he raised himself higher on his knees. When he reached eye level, he moved in and buried his nose in the seductive hollow of her collarbone, inhaling deeply of her sweet scent before using his nose and cheek to nudge the blouse over her shoulder and down her arm. The process was repeated on the other side, and he reveled in the shiver of sensation that sent chill-bumps over her skin at the hot caress of his breath.

Satisfied with her blouse for the moment, he moved to the button of her jeans. It took some finessing, and a great deal of rubbing his cheek over her silky belly, but he finally worked the diabolical little brass rivet loose. It was simple then to catch the tab of the zipper between his teeth and work it down.

He caught a glimpse of more purple lace. A whiff of magnolias and musk. He moaned, famished for her.

She rose, towering above him like an Amazon warrior. His goddess. He set his teeth into the waistband of her jeans and worked them down over her hips, over the roundness of her thighs, until they fell without resistance to pool at her feet. He'd closed his eyes halfway through the process, not willing to trust himself with the sight of her beautiful, lace-covered pussy hovering before his eyes.

Of course, she wouldn't allow that.

"Open your eyes, sugar," she instructed him in a gentle, inexorable voice. "Look at your Mistress." She stroked her fingers through his hair again. He was beginning to crave the gesture, to equate it with his Mistress's affection. "See how wet I am," she continued relentlessly as he resisted, refusing to open his eyes. He wanted the soft lash of her words. "See how the sight of your beautiful body affects me. See how much I want you."

Finally he could resist no longer. His eyes opened, and he nearly came at the sight that met his avid gaze. She was as wet as she'd claimed. Her honey had stained the lace of her panties almost black, a soaking testament that he affected her as much as she did him.

"Mistress," he begged unashamedly, "please let me taste you."

She gave a low hum of enjoyment and shook her head. "Not yet, sugar. You're not done undressing me." She turned gracefully and presented the long, elegant sweep of her back. Gregori couldn't resist dragging his tongue up the line of her spine before setting to work with teeth and tongue on her bra clasp. He was growling in frustration by the time he worked all three of the diabolical little hooks loose, but it was worth the wait when Megan faced him once again, holding the loosened purple lace over her breasts while the straps trailed down her arms.

"Would you like more wine?" She was teasing him, denying him, deliberately taunting him, and he loved it.

"I'd like the wine of your sweet pussy," he muttered. If she was taunting him, he was provoking her, and he knew they'd both enjoy the results.

"All I'm offering now is the delightful beverage you served me," she told him. "Eyes on mine," she suddenly commanded, and he instantly locked his gaze on hers. The faint rustle that followed, along with the slight shimmy of her head, told him she'd dropped the bra and the panties, too. His eyes narrowed with the struggle to keep them on hers when all he wanted in that second was to drink her in with his eyes.

"Stay put," she suddenly murmured, pointing one slender finger at him. Without any thought at all he growled and snapped, nipping the tip of her finger gently, then sucking the abused digit into his mouth.

"So naughty," she chuckled, and he knew he was in for it.
Yes,
he thought,
punish me. I'm yours; discipline me to please you.
"Now don't move," she reiterated, before leaving him alone, naked on his knees.

*

Megan was shaking with reaction as she walked from the room, but she was careful not to let Gregori see it. It would shoot her image of powerful and in-control Domme all to hell if he could tell she was practically falling off her three-inch heels with desire for him.

Otherwise gloriously naked, she decided to keep the heels in question on. They were deep crimson, and screamed
fuck me
. She liked the message they were sending.

Once she was out of sight of the living room doorway, Megan put on some speed. She hurried first to her bedroom, where she retrieved her goody bag from Mystic and zipped into the master bath. She quickly stripped her new purchases from their protective wrappers. Nipple clamps the same titanium gray of Gregori's eyes were swiped with alcohol swabs, just in case. A leather cock-and-ball strap with snaps set to vary the tightness was lovingly stroked with one finger. The big surprise she set on the counter and gazed at for a long moment before grabbing a baby wipe and thoroughly cleaning it.

Pausing to grab a thick, voluminous bath sheet, she gathered up her purchases, including a bottle of lube she'd dosed with peppermint essential oil, and moved swiftly back through the bedroom. She paused to look at the heavy velvet box on her nightstand. Gregori's collar. She added it to her bundle with a small, private smile.
Tonight
, she thought.
Definitely tonight
.

Gregori was right where she'd left him, though he'd taken the initiative to present himself properly. He was a sight to behold, kneeling proudly, legs spread wide to offer a mouthwatering view of his impressive cock and the heavy swing of his balls. The rigid muscles of his abdomen rippled with tension under her regard, and the way he'd clasped his hands behind his back emphasized the width and strength of his chest.

She slowed her movements and added a deliberate sway as she moved to the couch. The bath sheet was long enough to drape the seat of the couch and still spread nearly a foot out onto the floor. That was good, because she planned on getting messy.

Once she'd protected the couch and surrounding area, Megan laid out her toys. Gregori was too well trained to look directly at the display, but she knew he'd stolen a glimpse when his shoulders tightened.

Toys arranged to her satisfaction, she set about arranging her submissive, too. "Lean back," she instructed, "balance on your hands, and make a bridge for me." He immediately obeyed, and the view was breathtaking. His cock strained up, painting his abdomen with a softly gleaming trail of pre-cum. Delicious.

Bracing her hands on his straining shoulders, Megan leaned in and licked a path down his neck, testing the corded muscles with her teeth before dropping to her knees between his thighs. Lips pursed, she blew a hot breath over each of his nipples, smiling when they drew up tight in reaction. She gently stroked him with her tongue, savoring the salty, pebbled flesh before finally catching each point between her teeth and pulling.