“I think you are alone too much beauty. Someone must have hurt you terribly. It's not a weakness too want someone.”
“You don't know a damn thing about me and after the way you have disrespected me I'd prefer it that way.”
Bradley took a deep breath, grabbed Valentine's wrist and drew her in close to his face. “You have never been around a man who won't back down to you have you? You don't know me either Valentine and when I want something I don't run away or back down to anyone for any reason!”
Valentine was livid. “How dare you? I don't need any man thank you very much!”
“Perhaps you don't need one, but do you want one?”
Want. Need. Those were words that Valentine hated and refused to use or think about. She knew that part of the reason she didn't want Bradley around was that she felt some attraction, another was he was just infuriating to be around.
“Arrogant bastard!” she whispered.
“Maybe, but I'm a fantastic dancer!” Bradley laughed at the shock on Valentine's face as he spun her around to the music.
Despite the anger and frustration a smile slowly began to reveal itself as Valentine gave in for a moment and enjoyed the movement and music.
“Hey! She does know how to smile after all!”
The smile fade quickly as Valentine fumed at Bradley's incessant teasing.
“Oh come on now beauty! No frowns. This place is all about music and fantasy. Relax!”
Valentine stopped and looked around, trying to find the closest door so she could escape this man and go home.
“Did you like the show earlier?”
Bradley's question caught her off guard. He seemed to be able to do that a lot.
“What? Yes, I did. Was very...um...unusual but stimulating I guess you would say.” The flush creeping up on Valentine's face betraying just how stimulated she had gotten while watching the female dancers and their undulating bodies.
“Good! If it affected you then there is hope for this club yet. Do you want to visit backstage? See what goes one back there?”
Valentine stood for a moment and searched Bradley's face for any hint of insincerity; she could find none...not this time.
“I suppose. Why not?” she said. Valentine was determined to show Bradley that he did not frighten or intimidate her.
“Great!” Bradley clapped his hands and then held out his arm to escort Valentine through the stage door. She touched his forearm lightly and allowed him to lead her from the dance floor. Her heart was pounding wildly beneath her sweater.
Back stage was not quite what Valentine had expected. There were the obvious costume cases and props but it was filled with aromatherapy scents and dim lighting. Comfortable couches were lined against the wall and soft music filled the hallway. It was not a cold work space at all.
“Wow, not what I thought.” Valentine remarked as he eyes drifted over the warm space.
“No, many things are not what they first appear. I'm glad you are suitably impressed.”
“As a lawyer I am quite aware of that!” she replied firmly.
“Whew! Down girl! Do you ever just turn off or pack away that wall and just relax?”
Valentine looked confused and Bradley just shook his head. “You have yourself convinced that you are happy alone. It's a shame. Do you ever lose your grip on all that control?”
“I am not sure how to answer that. You obviously are not used to dealing with independent women.”
“Funny, I thought you had the answer for everything!”
Blinking and shaking her head, Valentine headed toward the door but not before Bradley stepped in close behind her and forcefully turned her to face him. “Stop running away!” he growled.
Before Valentine could answer, Bradley crushed her up against the door and placed his lips on hers, kissing her with such ferocity that the breath was taken from her body.
When he finished kissing her, Bradley backed up and waited for the inevitable slap. Valentine stood there, stunned but silent. She raised her hand to her lips and touched them with her fingers. Bradley was stunned to see tears glistening in her eyes and roll down her brightly flushed cheeks.
“Oh god,” he started. “I am sorry Valentine. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He slowly walked toward her, anticipating that she would cringe or run away. In that moment all he could think of was comforting her. “This woman is driving me crazy.”
Instead of shrinking, Valentine found herself relishing the warmth of Bradley's arms. She had never met any man willing to take her on, let alone take control of her. It was frightening but wildly exciting.
“You didn't hurt me,” she finally managed. “I hurt myself well enough.”
“Then stop it. Stop it right now. You don't have to always be in control. There are men out there that can be trusted to respect and protect you. I'm not perfect but...”
“But you broke through the wall,” Valentine's voice escaped as a whisper from her bruised lips. “Your tenacity broke though.”
“Tenacity? I think I like that.”
“Shut up Brad and kiss me again.” Valentine voice went from weak to demanding. Her body melded into Bradley as he drew her close to his chest and placed another kiss on her waiting lips.
“Can you trust me?' he asked.
“I think so. Why?”
“Follow me my beauty.”
Entwining her slender fingers with his large, sturdy ones, Valentine went silently as Bradley led her down the dim hall to a door.
“Come inside,” he said quietly.
Valentine nodded and closed the door behind them. Inside was a dark room, lit only with a few candles. A long couch sat against one wall and a high back chair stood in the center of the room with a number of scarves draped on it.
“What is this place?” she asked.
“I come here to be quiet and meditate, among other things. Do you still feel you can trust me?”
Valentine squinted her eyes until they adjusted to the dim light. Along one wall hung various decorated masks and a number of leather fringed whips.
“To be honest, I don't know. Do those belong to you?”
“They do.”
“Do you use them?”
“I have.”
Silence.
“Valentine, trust that I won't do anything to hurt you. We broke through a wall a few minutes ago. Think of this as an extension of that. If you want to leave, please feel free to do so at any time.”
Valentine swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay.”
Bradley came up behind her and kissed each one of her bare shoulders, gently running his tongue from nape to earlobe. He was rewarded with a shudder and a deep throated sigh.
Valentine stood very still and took in every sensation as Bradley continued to kiss her bare flesh. Finally, he raised her arms above her head and removed her dress.
“Amazing,” he marveled at Valentine's pale, creamy flesh against the black lace of her bra. “Simply beautiful.
Valentine felt herself briefly recoil as Bradley touched the skin above her breasts. He stopped and withdrew his hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Nodding silently, Valentine lifted her arm and unclasped her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders like a golden curtain.
“Wow!” Bradley was taken with how innocent and vulnerable this seemingly tough lawyer now looked. He reached out and stroked her hair. His dark skin was such a contrast to it's fair colour. Bradley brought Valentine to the chair and motioned for her to sit down. She had to spread her long legs wide to straddle the high chair, her thongs revealing a cleanly shaven body.
Bradley removed his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a smooth, firm, hairless chest and flat, taught belly. Valentine found herself staring and then closed her eyes and looked away.
With a flick of the wrist, Bradley took a long, pale pink scarf and raised it to Valentine's face, stroking it with the coloured silk. “Don't be afraid.”
Witho
ut another word, Bradley wrapped the scarf around Valentine's eyes, making the already dim room invisible to her.
“Please,” she began.
“Shh, my beauty. Trust me. Breath and trust me. I will not hurt you.”
Bradley heard a sharp intake of breath as he tied off the scarf. He smiled and lowered his head to kiss the back of her neck. “Your senses will be heightened if you relax Valentine. Instead of seeing, listen and feel. Let go of some of that control.”
Valentine felt a small pang of fear in the pit of her belly. “What have I gotten into?” she thought. But, she found Bradley was right. If she concentrated, she could hear and almost feel his every breath in that quiet room. She could feel her own pulse racing in anticipation of his next move.
Bradley watched with a sense of relief as he noticed her body relaxing into the chair. He felt a slow smoldering lust beginning to build in his thighs and groin.
Valentine was facing away from Bradley. He moved behind her and undid the clasp if her bra, allowing her small, round breasts free from their constraint. He then gently ran one finger down her shoulder and along the outline of her spine. Gooseflesh appeared on her arms and legs and Bradley's warm hands continued to stroke and gently manipulate her flesh. The nipples on her breast grew swollen and rigid with each touch.
Valentine raised her hands to cover her exposed breasts but was quickly held back by the wrists as Bradley used his free hand to turn her body into a trembling mass of flesh.
“Relax and just feel everything my beauty.”
Valentine's sense were heightened to awareness she never thought possible. The mere touch of Bradley's hand was causing her to tremble and quake with desire. She couldn't move or see, just feel.
Bradley could sense the struggle within Valentine. He could tell that she had never given over control of anything in her life to anyone before tonight and as easy as that could be abused he wanted her only to feel and want pleasure.
He released her wrists and stroke her silky, blonde hair. The scent of her shampoo and the smell of her skin was intoxicating to him. His belly drew in and a familiar tightness gripped his groin.
“You are so lovely Valentine. So strong and fierce but lovely all the same.”
His words were like honey for Valentine. No man had ever spoken to her this way or even seemed to want to take the time to arouse her as much as Bradley had. He had not even touched her breasts or even kissed her lips again and she felt her the core of her being melting like warming chocolate.
“Turn to face me.” Bradley asked quietly.
Valentine shifted and slid around the chair to face Bradley. She sat with her thighs spread wide, naked from the waist up.
Bradley walked over to the wall and picked out the softest fringed whip. It was ten inches in length and fit comfortably in the palm of his hand. He began by running it down the front of Valentine's body, allowing her to feel the smooth fringe tickling her breasts and belly.
“What is that?” she whispered. Valentine squirmed and felt ripples of pleasure throughout her body as Bradley teased her.
“It's something you wouldn’t expect. Stand up for me and lean over the back of the chair.”
“But...”
“Trust me Valentine.”
Slowly and quietly Valentine raised herself up from the chair, still blindfolded and felt for the front of the chair. She leaned over, knowing her buttocks and back were now fully exposed to Bradley and his machinations.
Bradley stared at Valentine and licked his lips. Her pose was a bit awkward but that made her all the more vulnerable and sexy.
“I can't do this much longer,” he thought. His erection was pressed uncomfortably against the front of his trousers. All he could think of was ripping the blindfold from her, tearing off her flimsy lace panties and driving himself deep within; flesh to flesh.
Steeling himself, he ran the whip along Valentine perky bottom and the backs of her legs. She twitched and sighed and spread her legs wider. Unable to help himself any further he ran one large palm over her buttocks and between the crease of her legs.
“Finally!” Valentines thoughts and body screamed for release. She was prepared to give in but Bradley would not give her satisfaction...not just yet.
Hesitating just over the crotch of her thongs, Bradley ran one finger over the material and was pleased to find it warm and moist.
Valentine's hips lifted up in anticipation.
“Not yet my beauty, not yet.”
A soft hiss was heard as Bradley snapped the whip at Valentine's buttocks.
“What the fuck was that?” she yelped.
“Did I go too far?” Bradley asked.
Valentine thought for a moment. Rather than the whip hurting her, she was surprised at her body's reaction. A flush crept up her chest and her stomach trembled with the after affects.
“I don't know...i don't think so.” she responded, breathless and shaking. Valentine clutched the chair for support as she was afraid her legs would give out.
Bradley dropped the whip and decided he had done enough. Valentine had surrendered as much as she was going too and he couldn't ask for more.
He deftly removed the scarf that blinded her and waited.
Valentine was shocked when light assaulted her eyes. She had just started becoming comfortable with the scarf and with what Bradley had been doing to her. She had never experienced so much by allowing a man to touch and caress her body in such a manner. Even on her own she had never be left so breathless or wanting.
“Is something wrong?” she asked softly.
“Nothing but I can't do this too you anymore.”
“Why?”
“I want you.”
Valentine sat and stared up at Bradley. His face was so expressive and his voice was deep with lust. In such a short time he had taught her that it was okay to let go of her fear and the control she so desperately clung to in her life. She could not deny him, nor did she want to deny him.
“Take me then.” she said simply.
Bradley lifted Valentine from her seated position and drew her close, kissing her cheeks and hair and finally crushing his lips on her own.
There were no more words between them but the tearing off of the garments that were the remaining barrier between them spoke volumes. The kiss became a ravage of lips and teeth and tongues until both Valentine and Bradley were breathless and panting.
Bradley finally allowed his hands to roam over Valentine soft, round breasts. He relentlessly teased each nipple with his thumbs until lowering his head and mouth to suckle and taste her skin. A low moan emanated from Valentine's throat to entice him further down her belly until he reached the crease between her legs and lapped at it with his tongue, coaxing her legs apart and a swollen, pink clit to reveal itself.
Valentine's looked down at the top of Bradley's darkly maned head and positioned her hands on either side, pressing him forward, allowing him to better taste her.
Her blonde hair fell down her smooth back as her head lolled backward succumbing to the pulsating, electric sensations she was feeling.
Bradley's tongue bathed her with warmth and teased her almost to the pint of no return. He suddenly backed off, stood up and took Valentine's hand , leading her to one of the couches and laying her on her back. Her eyelids fluttered and she smiled the first real, radiant smile he had seen cross her face.
Bradley's erection was aching and twitching with want. The sexual energy between the two was feeding his desire. A light brush of Valentine's hand against him was almost too much.
Valentine watched as Bradley hover over her, placing his knees on either side her hips and raising her up so that he could finally enter her wetness. She breathed out and waited, guiding him with her hands.
As slowly as he dared, Bradley moved forward, inching himself inside until he slid easily into Valentine's body. Valentine raised herself up and pulled Bradley's head toward her, kissing him with a resounding “smack” on the lips and then hungril
y nibbled at his bottom lip with her teeth.
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