Velvet Desire: The Velvet Vault Series

by Lawless, Linny

  The club was furnished with all new dungeon equipment that Baxter had purchased from his long-time friend, Leo Kingsley, who I would meet later that night. The club was packed full to celebrate the New Year and people came dressed in everything from evening gowns and tuxes to some wearing barely anything, along with nipple clamps, collars, cock cages, and leather. Kassandra was stunning, dressed in a long red sequin dress, as she greeted us with Aiden by her side in a black suit with a red tie.

  Baxter introduced me to the dungeon equipment builder, Leo. He was as tall as Baxter with jet black hair. He was dressed all in black also, with body piercings and tattoos, giving him a very intimidating look.

  He took my hand, kissing the top of it. “My oh my, what a delicious little plaything.” He smiled, as his dark eyes went to Baxter, “Has her body been broken in by your flogger yet?”

  Baxter chuckled as he held the end of my chain leash, “Not yet, but she will be soon.” His deep voice sent a quiver to my stomach then straight to my pussy which was all pent up and needed release.

  Baxter kept me close to him, touching me with affection, and I beamed with pride. We all drank champagne together and toasted to the new year. After my third glass, I relaxed but needed more of Baxter, wishing he would sneak me away to a dark corner somewhere in the club so he could put his hands up my dress.

  Then a dark-haired woman, dressed in a short gold shimmering cocktail dress appeared beside Leo. He put his arm around her waist, but her eyes were on me. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new fuck-toy, Baxter?” She asked with a fake smile. And I knew right then there was something between her and Baxter.

  Baxter responded, “Chloe, meet Kimberly Santos. She’s a good friend and will be Leo’s play partner for tonight’s flogging demonstration.”

  I couldn’t help but feel jealous. When Baxter said good friend, I knew that meant they had been together in some way. She was the exact opposite of me – tall, dark hair, curvaceous body, and an air of confidence. I smiled and said hello to her, silently fuming with a clenched jaw.

  Leo gave Kimberly’s ass a hard whack, “Are you ready for the sting of my flogger? I’ll get that pussy of yours soaking wet in front of all these people tonight.”

  “Lead the way Leo.” She replied as Leo took her hand and walked to one of the new St. Andrews crosses that he had built himself.

  I watched Baxter while his eyes were on Kimberly’s ass.

  “Is she a play partner of yours?”

  He looked at me with steady eyes, “She was, but I’ve had no other play things since we’ve been together”, his voice and eyes softening, he continued. “She is a masochist and gets off on pain, especially with a good flogging. I introduced her to Leo a few weeks ago. They’ve negotiated their likes and dislikes beforehand. Leo is the right fit for Kimberly. He can give her what she needs.”

  “Was that all she was to you? Or was she your girlfriend too?”

  He lifted my chin, “No need to be jealous, Princess. She was never a girlfriend. Besides, you’re the only woman that I want.” He brushed a soft kiss on my lips that made my knees weak.

  People began to gather around the cross as Kimberly undressed and stood naked in her black heels, revealing her curvaceous body and large breasts. Leo pinched her nipples with clamps and she turned to face the cross, raising her arms above her head. Leo strapped her wrists onto each end of the cross and stepped back. It was quiet, except for some background music, as the audience admired Kimberly’s sultry body. She spread her legs apart and swayed her hips. Her long dark hair hung in waves down her back as she anticipated Leo’s flogger.

  Leo placed a black briefcase on a table and pulled out a flogger with tails made of brown suede. He turned and positioned himself only a few feet away from Kimberly. He began to flog her by twirling his wrist in a series of circular strokes to her with soft blows across her back, ass, and legs.

  As everyone watched, Baxter spoke to me, “Leo starts out soft and easy with Kimberly. He will only strike the safe zones of her upper back, ass, and thighs, and will avoid her neck and spine because that will cause damage. I know Kimberly and she’s going to need more pain with a different flogger.”

  Kimberly moaned swaying her hips as Leo continued to flog her. He put away the suede flogger and pulled out another. This one made of heavy leather tails with beaded knots. He struck the same spots on her body but with a bit more force and Kimberly began to cry out with pleasure.

  I looked at Baxter then. His eyes gleamed with delight at the thrill of watching Leo and Kimberly. The same look I’d seen in his eyes when he fucked me.

  I held onto to his hard bicep, “Will you flog me like that, Sir?”

  His eyes steered back to me, “You’re not ready yet, Princess.”

  Baxter became distracted suddenly and stared at a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit standing in the crowd of people watching Leo and Kimberly. He looked right at us and grinned.

  “Stay here with Kassandra and Aiden.” Baxter said and walked toward the man. I watched as Baxter said something to him, but the man kept staring at me over Baxter’s shoulder. He gave me the creeps like the ones I had at times when Philip insulted or slapped me.

  “Who is that man?” I asked Kassandra.

  “That’s Landon Perry.” She said sounding irritated. “He was the previous owner of the club before we paid him a hefty amount of money to buy it from him. He’s a shady asshole and shouldn’t be here. I’m sure that’s what Baxter is telling him now. Baxter will deck him if he doesn’t stop staring at you.”

  Landon didn’t make a scene and left the club. He must have said something that Baxter didn’t like though because his fists were clenched at his sides.

  * * *

  Baxter’s demeanor changed after his talk with Landon and he only had a few glasses of champagne at the club. It was after midnight into the new year when he drove us home but he didn’t talk and the silence between us was felt awkward.

  I wasn’t afraid of Baxter because he’d been kind yet firm with me. We promised each other to be open and communicate.

  I touched his warm hand resting on my thigh as he drove, “What did that man, Landon, say to you Sir?”

  “What did Kassandra tell you about him?” He asked, his brows knotted.

  “Only that he was the previous owner of the club and that he’s an asshole. He gave me the creeps.”

  “Landon is full of hot air and punk ass threats and he knows Philip.” He stopped the car at a red light and looked at me, his brows knotted, “Stay clear of him Chloe and always be aware of your surroundings, especially if I’m not with you. Promise me.”

  “I promise Sir.”

  “Good girl,” He said, as the light turned green.

  His hand slid up my bare thigh and up under my short dress. I wore nothing underneath, just as he had ordered me to do. When his palm cupped my mound I squirmed, already wet and needing release. I gripped his forearm as he slid a middle finger inside me. He pulled out and slid back in over and over. I bit my bottom lip and moaned as he teased and tormented me.

  “Sit on your hands and keep them there.” He commanded.

  I did as he said but whined about it. “Why do you tease me like this, Sir? I’m so pent up I need to orgasm so bad!”

  He chuckled, “You will come only when I tell you. Understand?”

  By the time Baxter parked the car, my pussy was soaking wet and I was breathing heavy. I even left a wet spot on the passenger seat as I climbed out of his car. Once inside the house, I kicked my heels off and Baxter took my hand. I followed him up the stairs and into the bedroom. He loosened and undid his purple tie, ordering me to turn around and put my arms behind my back. He used his tie to bind my wrists securely together. “Wiggle your fingers. It’s not too tight for you, is it Princess?”

  “No Sir” I replied, lowering my head.

  “Good. Now face me and get down on your knees.”

  I lowered myself to my knees and I look
ed up, watching him undress. He shrugged his black suit jacket off, then unbuttoned his shirt.

  He undid his slacks and his hard cock sprang free only inches away from my face. “Put those soft pretty lips around my dick and get it sloppy wet.”

  I moaned as I sucked and licked him. His hand twisted in my hair, pushing and pulling me, guiding his thick shaft in and out of my mouth.

  Wetness dripped down my inner thigh as he fucked my mouth. Baxter pulled out suddenly, then scooped me up and laid me on the bed. He walked away and pulled out of his dresser drawer what looked like a huge vibrator with one end shaped like a tennis ball. He came back to the bed and turned the vibrator on. It hummed loudly as he told me to spread my legs.

  He placed the ball-shaped end against my pussy lips and I moaned, biting down on my lip, struggling to hold back so I wouldn’t orgasm. The vibrator sent powerful vibrations straight to my swollen clit as I tossed my head from side to side.

  Baxter’s big hand wrapped around my throat and he squeezed. “Come for me now and I want to hear you scream.” He growled.

  The intense powerful orgasm came crashing over me and I screamed, releasing all that pent-up sexual need. Baxter wasn’t done yet as I cried out again moments later with another orgasm. He was relentless keeping the right amount of vibration and pressure on my clit so that I had multiple orgasms. I lost count after five.

  I was exhausted and could not move when Baxter was done using the vibrator on me. I just couldn’t c anymore. He was quick and flipped me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips. As I was face down, with my ass up, he buried himself deep inside me with one hard thrust. I cried out and moaned as he fucked me so hard his hips slapped against my ass.

  He pressed my cheek against the mattress, “You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week!”

  Baxter the Bold was ruthless, his hard thrusts pounding into me over and over. His roar was primal when he climaxed, pumping his hot juice deep inside me. I was limp when he untied my wrists and undressed me. He climbed into bed and cradled me in his arms that night. He called me his sweet beautiful princess, soothing me with his words of praise.

  I fell asleep and had a dream that I was tied to the cross like Kimberly. It wasn’t Baxter or even Leo who flogged me. It was Philip. He struck hard, painful blows to my back and I begged him to stop but I could only hear his sinister laughter.

  I screamed in the dark and woke up in a cold sweat.

  Then I heard Baxter’s deep voice. “It’s ok Princess. You had a bad dream. I’m here.”

  He held me combing his hand through my hair to soothe me while I clung to him and cried.

  Chapter 14

  I kept my fiery temper under control, clenching my fists as Landon walked out of the Velvet Vault. I wasn’t surprised to see him sniffing around the club just to see how successful we made it. It was no longer a toxic environment with sleazy selling of drugs and unsafe activities during play scenes. Landon spewed his empty threats with his asshole attitude as he stared at Chloe. I almost smashed my fist into his face when he said Philip wanted Chloe back.

  Chloe belonged to me but I could never wipe away all her memories of Philip. All I could do was show her, cherish her, and have her choose to be with me of her own free will. I had the control in our relationship but I would never put her through the abuse she suffered from Philip. It was all about Chloe.

  The past few weeks after the new year’s party, I sensed a change in Chloe. Not only did she show a bit of jealousy toward Kimberly at the party but she seemed a bit distant, obeying any command I gave her, but in a mundane way. I missed that gleam of desire in her eyes when she obeyed and serviced me. The energy between us was like eating bland food that had no flavor.

  One afternoon, after meeting with my lawyer, Raymond, I pulled up in front of the house and parked behind Chloe’s Lexus. I noticed the gate door to my backyard was ajar and heat flushed through my chest and my body tensed. I entered the backyard and heard a man’s voice and as I came around to the side of the house. It was Philip, on his knees at Chloe’s feet. His hands gripped the front of her coat as his head hung down, blubbering and crying.

  Chloe’s eyes widened with shock as I moved with quick strides. She screamed when I grabbed the back of Philip’s coat by the collar and heaved him off his knees. I shoved him hard and his back slammed into the cement wall of the house.

  My hand seized his throat and squeezed. I wanted to kill him.

  “You’re dead!” I growled.

  I would’ve killed him but I heard Chloe scream and cry as she grabbed at my shoulders from behind. “Stop Baxter! Please! Don’t hurt him!”

  Philip’s eyes bulged out of his sockets, clawing at my hand as I kept squeezing.

  I let go and he dropped to his knees coughing and heaving to get air back in his lungs.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes as Chloe knelt down beside him, wrapping her arms around him as he cried and slobbered.

  I stepped back, trying to calm the painful throbbing at my temples. “What the fuck is this Chloe?”

  Her cheeks smeared with tears, “He came to apologize to me. We were just talking!”

  I reached down, yanking Philip off the ground, “Get off my property.” I shoved him, and he scurried through the gate and disappeared.

  Chloe just stood there frozen, shaking. “You could have killed him!”

  I gripped her small arms, “I would have too! That scum was touching my property!”

  Chloe pulled away from my grasp. “I’m not your property!” She snapped.

  Her words were like a punch to the gut. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled deep.

  “Ok, Chloe,” my voice low, “This is how it’s going to go. You’re a free spirit and I wouldn’t want you any other way, but you need to make a decision. It’s me or him. If you choose him, so be it. If you choose me, it’s going to cost you. You’ll be punished for showing another man, a piece of shit that hurt you badly, affection. Because if you choose to stay, you are mine and only mine.”

  “Fine!” she barked, running past me and climbing the stairs into the house, slamming the door.

  Chapter 15

  I had just brought in the last few bags of groceries to the kitchen and descended down the stairs to close the gate in the backyard when Philip appeared. He stood there wearing a black wool coat. His dark eyes were misty with sadness and his face a bit pale. He promised he wouldn’t touch me and that he only wanted to come and apologize for all the wrongs and abuse he did to me.

  Philip was my Master and owned my heart for two years. He was ingrained in me. I felt only compassion for him when I saw the sadness in his eyes. I took his hand and led him into the backyard when he suddenly fell to his knees. He sobbed and apologized saying that he was lost without me. He said I was the most important person in his life and he would do anything to show me how much he loved me. He said that he didn’t blame me at all for leaving him for Baxter.

  There was so much fiery rage in Baxter’s eyes as he charged, throwing Philip against the wall. And at that moment I actually was afraid of Baxter. I packed a few of my things and was hurrying out of his house to ride the streetcar but Baxter insisted that the Lexus he bought me was a gift. I thanked him and left as fast as I could, driving away from the house that I had made as my home.

  As I drove away, I sobbed, my eyes full of tears. I was confused and didn’t know where I was going. I was angry at Baxter and jealous of his past play partners like Kimberly. I kept remembering the look of hungry desire when he watched Leo flog Kimberly but then told me that I wasn’t ready. It was as if my own feelings were not at all important. I wanted to be the only woman to fill his eyes with hungry desire. Baxter treated me like I was special. But I sometimes felt I didn’t deserve it, that I was not worthy of his love, so I ran away instead of confronting him like a strong woman would have.

  I drove through the Garden District and on the expressway, lost in my thoughts. After an hour,
I found myself parked in front of my parents’ house. All the happiness I felt being around my family on Thanksgiving came flooding back. When I knocked on the front door, my sister, Mary, answered and I broke down in tears again as she held me.

  I slept in the bedroom that I shared with Mary for two days not wanting to eat or talk to anyone. The only thing that comforted me was being back home where I always felt loved. I loved my mother but she would never have understood the kind of relationship I had with Baxter and I didn’t want her to know all the pain I had been through with Philip. Mary cheered me up on the third day and I drove her in my new Lexus to the mall. We went shopping together and it helped get my mind away from thinking about Baxter and Philip.

  As we shopped, Baxter sent me a text that he hoped I was safe and well, only wanting a response that I was. I looked at my phone, tears threatening to fall again as I replied that I was safe and doing as well as I could be, living at my parents’ house. Baxter’s response was immediate. He said he was relieved to know this and that if I ever wanted to talk that I could call him anytime, day or night.

  I remembered the last time I went shopping. It was with Kassandra. I loved my sister very much, but I couldn’t talk to her about my relationships with either Baxter or Philip. Mary wouldn’t understand the lifestyle and I didn’t want to scare her, even though I knew she would not judge me. Kassandra was the only woman I knew who I felt I could open up to about my feelings in our world of BDSM. Mary and I both came home with shopping bags full of new things because shopping was always good therapy for a woman whose heart was breaking.

  I called Kassandra that night and she was so kind in agreeing to meet me the next day at the Canal Street Bistro. She gave me a warm hug and I almost broke down in tears when I thanked her for meeting with me.

  We were seated and ordered lunch and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Kassandra was dressed in a sophisticated manner, with an underlying hint of sexiness, in her black pencil skirt and a soft, red, cashmere sweater. She reached over and placed her hand over mine. It paled in contrast to her well-manicured red painted nails. “Baxter told me you moved out of his house. I’m so sorry Chloe. I’m so glad you called, to talk. I’ve been worried about you. I’m so glad you feel comfortable in talking with me.”