Authors: VJ Summers and Sierra Summers
VelvetWhip (4 page)
He placed the clip on her nipple. She hissed from the
momentary pain before euphoria set in. She arched her back, meeting his hungry
fingers as they reached for her right breast.
He gave it the same careful attention as he had the first.
Another bite of the clamp and she was ready to explode. But he wasn’t about to
allow her that. No, he was going to tease her the same way she’d teased him.
The anticipation was killing her. He bent and lightly flicked each nipple,
wetting them with his tongue, and then he gently blew across the wet tips.
Her knees threatened to buckle, and as if he could read her
mind, he said, “Go kneel on the bed.”
She got on the mattress and crawled to the middle with her
head down and her ass up.
* * * * *
Stephen was in trouble. His body was strung so tight he
didn’t know how long he would last once he was buried inside her. He inhaled
and exhaled slowly. He needed to get back under control.
The idea that he was about to lose it scared him a little.
No female had ever enticed him this much.
He had to taste her. It wasn’t something he wanted; it was
something he
needed
to do.
Going over to the bed, he maneuvered his body, scooting
between her thighs.
“Sit on my face,” he demanded, gripping her upper thighs and
bringing her pussy closer.
She was trimmed short, her lips were bare and he was a
thirsty man. Turning his head, he licked her thigh. Sweet cream covered her
delicate flesh and he was going to drink up every bit of it until she was
nothing more than a trembling pile of desperate need.
He spread her lips to reveal her clit ring. His tongue
snaked out to tangle with the silver jewelry. He would buy her a new one with a
real emerald in it. She deserved to have good jewels covering her wicked body.
Raising his head slightly, he dragged his tongue down her lips, sucking the
juice that was weeping from her pussy.
Zeroing in on her entrance, he penetrated her sweet tunnel,
spearing his tongue in and out and all around her cunt. Going back to the ring,
he flicked it until her hips began to gyrate.
“That’s it, pet, I want you to ride my face.” He continued
to lick her clit and then tongue fucked her.
“Master, may I come?” Her desperate words pulled at his
heart.
“Yes, pet,” he whispered, then latched on to her clit ring
and tugged it gently until her thighs tightened and her body shivered. She
pressed down harder as her orgasm shook through her, vibrating her entire body.
He crawled out from beneath her and knelt behind. Grabbing
the condom package, he ripped it open and quickly sheathed himself. He gripped
a hip with one hand and guided his dick with the other. He teased her, running
the tip of his cock along her wet slit.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispered, bending over to lick
her tattoo. The delicate flowers peppered her back and were gorgeous to look
at. Her skin was still a pretty shade of pink from their earlier session and
her ass was a delicious red from the paddle.
He pushed inside her and she tightened her inner muscles,
clamping down around him. He moaned as he slowly tunneled his way until he was
fully seated within her.
“You feel like a glove wrapped around me.” He was filled
with wonder. Never had a woman fit so well. Her body was so responsive to his
every touch. She was just naughty enough to challenge him. And he loved a good
challenge.
He traced the flowers on her back. “These are beautiful.”
“It burned when I got it.”
“Perfect, and you loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Master, I did.”
He leaned over and kissed the flowers. His tongue traced
every single bud etched into her creamy flesh.
“If I had a long-term slave, I wouldn’t collar her. She’d
have to get a tattoo declaring to the world whom exactly she belonged to.” What
he wouldn’t give to have her carry his mark on her skin. He’d be able to look
at it whenever he chose and everyone would know she was his.
“Yes, an infinity sign,” he whispered, more to himself than
to her. He began to move in and out, slowly as first. He gripped her hair with
one hand and her hip with the other. Increasing his pace, he let go of her hip
and pressed his fingers against the raised skin on her back, dragging his
fingers along the welts. Her body wiggled and shivered every time he traced
another mark. He thrust hard, making her lurch forward.
Pulling back on her hair, he tightened his grip. “Who do you
belong to?”
“You, Master,” she said without hesitation.
“Who do you serve?”
“You,” she cried as he pounded her. He couldn’t get deep
enough. His hand went around her and found her swollen clit. His body screamed
for release but he denied himself, wanting to draw out the pleasure for as long
as he possibly could.
Letting go of her hair, he pulled at the chain between the
nipple clamps. With each thrust, each stroke and each tug, her body released
more cream on his dick. He slid easily in and out of her. She was sheer
perfection.
“Can I move, Master?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, pet, push back against me.” He let go of the chain
and moved that hand to her ass. He gripped the end of the plug and slowly
turned it. With each thrust, he turned the plug once. Rubbed her clit once.
She was so fucking wet, so needy. He loved that he was the
one doing this to her. She was like clay that he was molding into a beautiful
submissive. Taking his cock as deep as he could go. Many women had been
intimidated by his size, but not her. No, her pussy held on to him, the
friction exploding along his nerve endings.
He began to pound hard, over and over, bumping her cervix.
She yelped and he continued to fuck her hard and deep.
She mewed and groaned. “Harder, please harder,” she begged.
He gave her what she craved and really let loose. His hands moved from her clit
to her nipples, from her ass to her hips.
She’d have bruises in the morning, a reminder of the night
they were having. Would she smile? Would she masturbate to the memory? He was
going to.
He leaned down, kissing the nape of her neck, taking a
playful bite then whispering in her ear. “Come for me. I want to feel you come
undone with my cock inside you.”
She thrust back hard against him and every muscle in her
body seized up before letting go. He stilled within her long enough to gently
remove the nipple clamps and toss them aside.
Moving again, he thrust once, twice, then followed her into
nirvana, his climax pouring from him into her. After a moment they both fell to
the mattress. He went to his side and pulled her back to his chest. Wrapping
his arms around her, he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “You are
wonderful. You respond so beautifully to me.”
“Thank you.” She kissed his forearm and snuggled back into
his embrace.
* * * * *
Aftercare.
It hadn’t always been a part of the few kinky relationships
she’d had, but since coming to Velvet Ice, it was something she’d come to crave
as much as the scenes themselves.
Master Stephen was as good at the aftercare as he was at
everything else. He’d held her until sticky and sweaty became irritating and
itchy, then directed her gently to her stomach and slipped the plug from
between her cheeks before rolling gracefully off the bed.
The cloth he used to cleanse the slick folds of her pussy
was thick and soft, and just cool enough to feel amazing against the swollen
flesh. Ginger closed her eyes and basked in the attention, still floating on
endorphins and the exhaustion that only came from an intense scene and truly
cataclysmic sex.
He tossed the cloth to the side and took up a new one,
gliding it lightly over her still-raw-feeling skin, guiding her gently back
into her body stroke by stroke. Another light application of aloe gel, and
Ginger felt like she was a part of the real world again, though she knew
everything would seem sharp-edged and loud until after a full night’s sleep.
“Back with me, pet?” He’d moved to sit at the head of the
bed. When she opened heavy lids, he was there, all bronzed, silky skin and snug
leather pants left open to expose the fine line of dark hair that led the way
to the beautiful cock that had used her so well.
“Never left you, Master,” she murmured, and it was the
truth. “Left planet Earth, but I didn’t leave you.”
Stephen’s smile was beautiful, open and holding none of the
wicked lust from earlier that night, but full of pure happiness.
“I’m glad.” He reached out and slid his fingers through her
hair, gently combing through the tangles. She had no idea where the lacquered
sticks she’d been wearing had ended up. Hopefully some diligent staffer had
picked them up and left them by her locker. Tucking a strand behind her ear, he
then stroked the line of her cheekbone before drifting his fingers down to
trace the curve of her lower lip.
There was a sense of ownership in his touch that thrilled
her, but what melted her into a puddle of throbbing goo on the bed was the
tenderness. This was a Dom she could give herself to entirely, a Master she
could take joy in serving.
When he spoke again, it was as if he’d read her mind.
“I’d like to do this again.” She didn’t realize she’d slid
her eyes shut until the faint edge of uncertainty in his voice startled them
open. “We work well together,” he added, running his hand through her hair
again.
“We do,” she agreed softly, tilting her head and pressing
into his touch. “And I’d like that as well.”
He smiled again, that happy, open grin that washed over her
like sunshine, and Ginger smiled back. This? Could be the start of something
wonderful.
VJ Summers
:
When not working
the EDJfH (Evil Day Job from Hell), obsessing over whether her parents are
getting enough to eat, obsessing that her kid is sexting the boyfriend, making
coffee, drinking coffee or feeding the two cats who allow her to live with
them, VJ can be found reading or writing erotic romance—either solo as m/m
author VJ Summers, or as the shorter, more quiet half of the “Violet Summers”
writing team (the tall half is Sierra Summers).
Sierra Summers
lives in the Metro-Detroit area in Michigan. She is a married mother of two
wonderful boys and one precious girl. She also cares for two spoiled dogs.
She still has the first book she
ever wrote in first grade,
Skeleton Rock
, which started off her love for
writing and she’s written ever since.The majority of her books take place in Michigan and she’s proud to live
so close to Detroit, a city poised on the brink of a comeback. The revitalized
downtown and surrounding area provides wonderful inspiration for her writing.
Finding her writing partner, VJ
Summers, was the answer to her lifelong dream. Together the duo had written
several books before Sierra also began venturing out on her own.
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VJ
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Corporate Affairs
1: Carrie’s Answer
Corporate
Affairs 2: Meredith’s Awakening
Velvet Scenes 1: Velvet
Valentines
Velvet
Scenes 2: Velvet Tricks, Sinful Treats
Corporate Affairs
1: Carrie’s Answer
Corporate
Affairs 2: Meredith’s Awakening
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Velvet Whip
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