Velvet Submission

by Violet Summers

  She might not be Domming him, but he belonged to her.

  *

  She was killing him, one breath at a time.

  She rubbed her cheek over his belly, and Gregori saw stars. She rubbed her face in his groin, and Gregori wanted to cry. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

  When she wrapped her strong, silky fingers around his dick, Gregori knew he couldn't take any more. Digging his fingers into her hair, he guided her upward, drawing her to her feet.

  "Bedroom," he commanded. "I don't want to take you on the floor." She blinked and gave him a sleepy smile, and he found himself smiling back. "Not this first time, anyway." He combed his fingers through her hair, smoothing the golden strands. "Maybe next time," he added devilishly, and was rewarded with her oh-so-ladylike snort of amusement.

  Still smiling, Megan took his hand and led him down a short hallway and into her bedroom. Like the rest of the condo, it was a reflection of the complex woman he was coming to know. The textures were soft and inviting; the colors vibrant jewel tones that made her fair beauty glow luminously.

  She climbed onto the bed, impatiently shoving the twisted-up comforter to the floor, and knelt before him. Gregori stepped closer and lifted a hand to cup her cheek. She mirrored the move and then leaned in to kiss him.

  He didn't think he'd ever get enough of her kisses. The sweetness of her taste. The succulent teasing of her tongue. He let himself drown in the sensation.

  All too soon, she was pulling away, drawing him with her to join her on the bed. Wrapping one hand around her waist, he gently tumbled her down, then followed her, catching himself on his forearms so he was braced over her.

  Her thighs slid open easily, inviting him into the cradle of her body, and he eagerly accepted. As he settled his hips against her, she opened even more, so that his aching dick rubbed along the folds of her pussy. Elba, she was so hot, so wet. She surrounded him in slick liquid fire.

  He contented himself for a while with rubbing his cock along her slit, bumping the sensitive head against her swollen little clit and feeling intense satisfaction every time she moaned in response.

  "I want you inside me," she finally panted, her hips surging against him. "I need you in me now."

  Gregori was only too happy to comply. Ebat, she was tight. He had to work his way in, shifting and delving with short pulses of his hips.

  "How long?" he gasped, feeling as if his head would explode at her fiery clasp.

  "Too long," she moaned, arching so that he slid a fraction deeper. "I don't remember."

  That was good. He didn't want her to remember. He wanted to wipe the memory of any man but himself from her mind forever.

  *

  There was nothing, Megan realized, nothing that could truly take the place of a man's cock. The heat, the silken skin, the tensile strength as it delved, inch by inch, into her grasping, desperate body put her entire collection of toys to shame. Of course, maybe it wasn't "a man's cock," in general. Maybe it was just Gregori.

  He surrounded her completely, leaving her feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed. Braced on his forearms as he was, Megan had a prime view of bulging muscles. Damn, the man was so well built that he made her feel almost petite—an unusual sensation for a woman built along Megan's generous lines.

  His thighs forced hers wide, his belly dragged against hers, and when he finally bottomed out inside her, his pubic bone rasped suggestively over her clit. Oh, God. Nothing had ever felt so good.

  She drew her legs up, wrapping them high and tight around his rib cage. The movement allowed him to slide one impossible inch deeper, and they both groaned.

  "Look at me," he rumbled, and Megan realized her eyes had closed against the sensation. She forced her lids up, and found herself the sole focus of Gregori's molten gray gaze.

  Once he was assured of her attention, he began to move. The fit was so tight she could feel herself clinging to him on the outstroke, her body begging with silent eloquence for him to stay, to possess her forever. He groaned, low and guttural at the sensation, and paused at the apex, the wide knob of his dick stretching the tender mouth of her sheath.

  "Please," she whimpered, and she didn't even care that her voice was breathless and pleading. She needed him inside her, cock so deep it touched her heart, and she needed it now.

  A garbled curse burst from his lips, even deeper and more guttural, if that were possible, and he exploded into motion.

  Each inch was hard fought. She'd been celibate for a long time, and he was huge. But he ground against her clit with every thrust, and before she expected it, before she was even remotely ready, orgasm rolled over her like a bulldozer.

  Gregori roared as her pussy clamped violently down on him, capturing his rampant cock deep inside and clutching his welcome invasion. When her brain came back on-line, she devoured him with her eyes. His arms trembled in her peripheral vision, and a bead of sweat wound its lazy way down his temple and over the tense line of his jaw.

  He was so beautiful, rock hard and shaking with need for her. Then she met his gaze again with her own, and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. His heart was in his seething mercury gaze. Hell, she could see all the way into his soul.

  He began to move again, slow and precise. It was easier now; she was softer after her climax, wetter. He felt so good against her, inside her, and now that a hint of the urgency had passed—for her at least—she could enjoy him.

  She arched voluptuously against him, stroking his flanks with her thighs. Each scissoring movement shifted his cock inside her, allowing it to rub over different pleasure points. She thought it must be the same for him, because with each undulation of her body, his moans grew louder, more frantic.

  "Megan," he panted. "Chort Poberi." His face filled her vision, his breath washed hot over her mouth. "I need to be deeper." Her body tightened at his words, her breath hitched. Stunningly, she was already beginning the climb again, orgasm just outside her grasp.

  Gregori grunted, planted a knee and in one amazingly smooth move rose to his knees, scooping her up until she was straddling him. Oh, God. Deeper, indeed. He was touching her fucking throat this way!

  He grasped her hips, lifting and guiding her. Megan loved the position, loved how deeply it lodged him inside of her, and loved looking down into his tense face as she rode him with slow deliberation.

  He shifted his grip, cupping her ass in his huge, hot hands. The motion pulled her cheeks wide, a tiny stretch of unexpected sensation that sent a host of shivers through her pussy. And all at once Megan knew she needed more.

  She braced her hands on his shoulders and took over the rhythm of their lovemaking, rising above him like the goddess he named her. He gasped, mouth parting for his rough breaths. It was too much to resist, his lips red and plump from kissing, and Megan leaned down to run her tongue over the full curves.

  Even that wasn't enough, and she found herself nipping, sucking, devouring him as she rose and fell on his cock as though her pussy had been oiled. Each stroke rubbed her body over his, and the satiny strength of his muscular torso combined with the silken rasp of the light mat of hair on his chest to drive her even wilder.

  She interrupted her rhythm, pausing to cup his face in her hands. She let herself get lost in his mercurial eyes, let herself be surrounded by his soul, and all at once things became glitteringly clear. He was hers; hers in every sense of the word, and suddenly she needed to make sure he knew it as profoundly as she did.

  His breath caught as she threaded her fingers through the damp strands of his hair. She ground her pelvis against his, laying claim to every inch of his body before rising deliberately until she nearly lost him. She held his gaze for one endless moment, then slammed down with all her might, with the weight of her body and the weight of her will. And he got it. It was in his eyes. He understood just what claim she'd staked.

  His great strength seemed to fail him. His hands left her ass, his arms jerked back to stop his fall. He was helpless beneath her; bala
nced on his knees, propped on his hands in an abbreviated back bend. Beautiful, and vulnerable and hers.

  Cupping his cheeks, Megan leaned in and kissed him. She kissed him with intent; with all the love of a woman and all the power of a Domme. And for the first time, that melding of all the parts of her personality didn't scare her.

  He responded with such obvious relief and joy, that it jacked her even higher. His body became, if possible, even tauter, and even more tightly strung; but the line of his mouth and the glow in his eyes was infinitely soft and tender.

  "Ya tebya lyublyu.," he whispered, gaze glued to hers.

  "What does that mean?" she responded breathlessly, never ceasing the rise and fall of her body over his.

  "I love you," he moaned. "My Mistress. My goddess." She covered his mouth with hers; she couldn't help it. She had to taste the words, to breathe them in.

  "You belong to me, Gregori." As if the words needed to be said out loud. But then, perhaps they did, because as she did he gave a keening cry and arched against her, almost unseating her with the strength of his thrust.

  Sudden panic filled his eyes. "Fuck," he gasped. "Condom."

  Automatically Megan passed a soothing hand down his cheek as she did some frantic calculations in a brain so fogged with love and lust that she barely knew what day it was, let alone where she was in her cycle.

  It took him several tries, and finally Megan had to stop moving entirely before he managed to force out any words.

  She rubbed against him in reward, and savored the little jerks his body gave beneath her. "I haven't been with anyone without a condom, ever," he added then, like the cherry on top of a sundae he finished, "and I haven't penetrated any of my play partners in over a year." She had no fear, it wasn't the right time to make a baby and all members and staff at Velvet Ice were tested several times a year.

  Hers. He was hers in every possible way.

  "Oh, Gregori," she breathed against his mouth. "You please me so much."

  He cried out at the words, the verbal cue of his Mistress. Megan laughed out loud, not mocking him, but out of pure joy. She reestablished her rhythm, speeding it, hurtling them both toward the inevitable conclusion.

  When climax was imminent, when she knew she couldn't hold it off one second more, she gasped out, "Come for me, Gregori! Come for your Mistress!"

  Oh, and he did.

  As her pussy clenched violently around him, Gregori let loose a roar that all but shook the walls. He came as grandly, as extravagantly as he did everything else, filling her with scalding, pulsing bursts of cum.

  Lost in her own explosion, Megan might not even have noticed, except that each wild shot of liquid fire sent her higher, set off a new round of inner detonations until her entire body, her entire existence was one never-ending orgasm.

  Chapter Eight

  "So what do you think?" Kendra asked as she stepped from the dressing room. Megan raised an eyebrow. Her friend's teddy, if the lace scraps of cloth could be considered a teddy, was a gorgeous emerald green.

  "I think Sin's going to eat you alive." Megan was so happy for her newly married friend. Kendra's face was alight with love for her new husband.

  "Okay, I'm going to try on the red one next." Kendra giggled and moved back behind the curtain. Megan grinned. She loved to see how happy Kendra was, but what she really loved was seeing the other woman's new sense of confidence. Being with Sinclair had freed something in Kendra, something Megan was beginning to recognize in herself in the wake of her soul-shaking lovemaking with Gregori.

  The women, joined by Celia, the third in their "terrible trio", were presently shopping in Megan's favorite adult store, Mystic. It was set up like a trendy boutique. Sexy clothing and costumes in every size and for every taste took up the left side of the brightly lit store. The right side was filled with toys, games and even some small equipment. In the middle of the store glass shelves were filled with gels, lotions potions and oils. Megan approached the display cases surrounding the register, anticipation zinging through her.

  Goosebumps rose as she perused the various collars and bits of bondage-themed jewelry. Gregori deserved something exceptional, something that would truly symbolize what she felt for him but had never dared admit to herself.

  She was admitting it now, she realized. Admitting it to herself, and to him. In spite of all her protests, in spite of all her resistance, Megan was going to collar Gregori. And not just a play collar for a scene. She was claiming him forever. He'd chased her until she caught him, and she'd be damned if she was ever going to let him go.

  A small blonde girl approached her from behind the counter, barely looking old enough to know what some of the things on the glass shelf were, let alone to work there.

  "Is there something I can help you with?"

  "I'm in need of a very special collar," Megan returned the smile. She adored the employees here; they weren't coy about what they sold. Not only were they incredibly well informed about all the merchandise, they seemed as excited as their customers when someone found just the right aid to the more extreme aspects of sexual fulfillment.

  "I have a nice selection over here for a man or woman, which ever you're looking for." Megan followed her down to the end of the display case. It was true, the collars were indeed nice, but they weren't for her. More, they weren't for Gregori. He needed something much more than nice.

  She leaned in a little closer, and lowered her voice. She wasn't ashamed of what she was doing, but she thought it might be nice for Gregori to know her plans before Kendra or Celia. "These are lovely, but I was looking for something more elegant and manly. Price is not an issue," she added with a small smile, "so I'd like to see the best you have."

  "Ahh, I see." The sales woman said. She looked over at the other female employee. "Monica, I'm going to the back for a few minutes."

  The other woman nodded and Megan's sales lady crooked her finger, "Follow me into the back. I think we may have something a little more special there."

  Megan followed the woman through a door marked "Employees Only". They moved down a short hallway that ended at a large steel door. There was a control panel on the wall and the sales girl pushed a code into a keypad. Megan heard a lock click and the door slid open.

  "My name is Jasmine," the young woman said, "and I own Mystic." She stepped aside and allowed Megan to go through the door. Jasmine pulled the door shut behind them and pointed to a table. "If you'd like to take a seat, I will be back in a few moments." Jasmine walked over to yet another door with another keypad and pressed more buttons. Before stepping through, she looked over her shoulder. "Are you buying for a male or female?"

  "Male." Megan whispered. Heat flushed her cheeks causing the other woman to smile and wink at her before entering the other door.

  Jasmine was back in a flash, carrying two wide, flat velvet boxes. She lay in on the table, and stroked the rich fabric of the lid of one box absently. "We keep this put away for obvious reasons," she explained as she removed the top of the box. Nestled inside were three of the most expensive collars Megan had ever laid eyes on.

  The first was made of braided gold, thick with a large gold ring that hung from the front. The next was encrusted with diamonds and sapphires. It too was a wide collar. As beautiful as it was Megan knew deep down that it wasn't for Gregori. The last one was a simple design. The silver band was wide; it had four smaller rings attached to it. She touched the metal with one finger. Close, but still not exactly right.

  Jasmine seemed to sense her frustration, for she smiled and replaced the lid. "Not everyone is a traditionalist," she commented, and opened the second box.

  The contents of this box were, to the untrained eye, mere jewelry. There was a set of gold ID bracelets that had one wide link each, perfect to clip to a hook or leash. There was a set of silver nipple rings, connected by a fine silver chain. But what caught Megan's eye and stole her breath was a beautiful necklace of pure platinum. It was made up of thick, heavy links in varyin
g sizes that created an arresting pattern. As she examined the piece, Megan realized that the pattern repeated so that at four points the links were larger and thicker than the others—perfect for attaching a leash or for clipping to an eye-hook. Hmmm.

  Her decision was made when she looked at the closure. Instead of a normal jewelry clasp, this necklace closed with a small, solid lock.

  She tapped the necklace decisively. "I want this one."

  Jasmine drew the collar out of the box and laid it across Megan's hand. It was heavier than it looked, and the metal felt almost warm and inviting against her skin, which thrilled her. She looked at the smooth surface of the lock-clasp, then carefully handed the chain back to Jasmine. "Can I have this engraved?"

  "Would you like to know the price before you purchase?" the woman answered with a raised brow. "These pieces don't come cheap." Megan knew the other woman was trying to be discreet with what was obviously an expensive item.

  Reaching into her purse she pulled out her American Express Black card. Jasmine smiled.

  "How soon do you need it?"

  "How soon can I have it?" Megan replied, tapping the edge of her credit card against the table. Jasmine's smile widened.

  "As fast as you can afford," she returned, and the women shared a knowing laugh.

  "I trust you," Megan grinned. "Just put it on here," she handed over the plastic.

  Jasmine was no fool, and quickly took the card from Megan, handed her a personalization form to fill out, and then went about gleefully processing the order.

  Megan made a swift consultation on her Blackberry, and completed the paperwork just as Jasmine brought her the charge slip to sign.

  "I should get out front to meet my friends before they think I disappeared on her," Megan said as she slipped her copy of the charge slip into her purse.

  "Of course," Jasmine replied, quickly punching in the code that would allow them to exit the vault. "You can pick this up at the end of business today," she added as she closed the door firmly behind them.

  "That soon?" Megan marveled.