Submitting to the Devil Dom [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Lara Valentine

  He took a deep breath and let himself smile. He was falling in love. He didn’t fight the feeling but let it burrow into his heart. For the first time in years, he felt complete. He hurried back to the bedroom, determined to tell her how he felt.

  He stopped dead in his tracks and grinned. His beautiful, sexy woman was lying in bed, dead asleep and snoring.

  He chuckled. “I guess I wore you out, sweetheart.”

  As much as he wanted to join her in bed, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and headed out to the kitchen to scrounge a bite to eat and make some phone calls. Finding the son of a bitch who attacked Tori was high on his to-do list. He punched some buttons on his phone and grabbed some leftover chicken from the fridge.

  “Tim? I need your help. Listen, I need you to do some checking for me. We’ve got a case to solve.”

  Chapter Six

  “Lisa and Brianne, eat your hearts out.”

  Tori slipped into the four-inch black-and-silver high heels and twirled around, checking her reflection in the mirror. She loved this outfit. What there was of it. She’d brought home three different outfits from the fetish-wear store, but this was by far her favorite. It was also by far the most revealing.

  The sleeveless minidress was constructed of loosely woven silver chain mail, surprisingly comfortable. When she’d picked it off the rack, she’d expected it to poke and stick, but the links were smooth and rounded, feeling cool against her skin. Underneath the open mesh, she wore a black demi-cup bra and black thong panties. The bra further scandalized by covering only the lower half of her nipples so the chain mail would rub them, keeping them hard with her every movement.

  She left her wavy hair loose around her shoulders and wore slightly more makeup than usual. Lisa and Brianne had encouraged her to use a dramatic hand when applying her eye and lip color. Her green eyes were now lined with dark kohl and three coats of waterproof mascara. Her lips were shiny and bright red with matching nails and toes.

  “Tori, are you coming, sweetheart? Have you changed your mind? We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

  Ian’s knock on her bedroom door dragged her away from the mirror. He’d argued with her this morning about going to the party, insisting she’d want a quiet evening at home nursing the bruises she’d received. She’d quickly let him know he wasn’t getting out of taking her. In truth, she was dying to go to the party and she wasn’t letting last night’s incident stop her. Just because some jerk knocked her on her ass didn’t mean she was going to sit there. She’d pulled herself up and was standing on her own two feet again.

  With a little bit of tender loving care from her Dom last night.

  She walked into the living room on shaky legs, hoping he approved of her outfit. Lisa had warned her that Doms could be maddeningly picky about the dress of their subs. Add in how exacting Ian was, and this could spell disaster.

  He was pacing, looking dark and dashing in his black suit, black shirt, and black tie. She grabbed her tiny handbag from the table and whirled around.

  “I haven’t changed my mind. I just took too long to get ready. Are we going now?”

  She gulped as his eyes darkened and took in every detail of her appearance. He walked around her, inspecting her from every angle. She stood there not knowing what to say or do. Finally, she started to speak.

  “Ian—”

  “Hush, slave. I am inspecting my property.” He held up a hand and she went silent. “Before we go out or start a scene, I will always inspect your body and make sure you are groomed to my specifications.”

  Tori knew what grooming he referred to. When he had told her they were going to the party, he had also told her his slaves were to have a bare pussy. She’d shaved carefully today but decided it might be easier to be waxed going forward. Much more painful but much easier.

  He leaned down and ran his hand up her bare leg from her ankle to her inner thigh, sending tingles straight to her cunt. He nodded before his fingers went straight to her pussy, pulling on her already wet crotch and running his fingers on the bare skin.

  “Good, slave. You followed my directions. From now on, I expect your legs and cunt to be smooth. Raise your arms.”

  She raised her arms and he inspected to make sure she had shaved there, also. It was a little embarrassing, but once again, it wasn’t a deal breaker. She was logical enough to realize this was to put her in a submissive frame of mind. He probably couldn’t care less if her underarms were shaved. This was simply to help her get in the right head space for the coming evening.

  “Lower your arms.”

  He ran his hands all over her exposed skin and she shivered with pleasure from his rough fingertips. It looked like his lips twitched, but the moment was gone and he was looking at her with a stern expression.

  “I’m very pleased. Your skin is smooth, soft, and fragrant. Your pussy is already wet with arousal, and your nipples are hard. Exactly as I want you. We need to go over the rules for tonight. I want you on your best behavior.”

  He pointed to the floor and she looked down at her shoes. He didn’t like her shoes? These were expensive Jimmy Choos.

  “When I point to the floor, it means kneel at my feet.”

  Ooooohhhhh. She wanted to roll her eyes but fought the urge.

  “I think it will help you listen to the rules if you are in a subservient position.”

  She knelt on the rug and tried to get comfortable, wondering how many damn rules there were. She didn’t want to embarrass him tonight, but she didn’t want so many rules she couldn’t remember them, either.

  He placed his hand on top of her head. “When we get to The Estate, you do not have permission to speak, unless I give you permission or ask you a direct question. If someone addresses you, look to me, and I may or may not give you that permission. Also, try to avoid looking Doms directly in the eye. It is considered rude. You don’t have to look down at the floor, but boldly meeting their gaze is a no-no. Also, when I sit, you sit at my feet. When I am standing, you stand slightly behind me and to the right. Any questions?”

  “No, Master.”

  His finger circled her neck. “I would like you to wear a collar to the party to signify my ownership.” She heard his chuckle. “I don’t want anyone thinking you’re an available sub.”

  She looked up at him. “I don’t have a collar. I could get one of my necklaces. I think I have a few short ones.”

  He smiled. “No, pet. I have one for you if you consent to wear it. It’s only a play collar for the party, not a permanent collar that indicates something far more serious.”

  She felt honey drip from her pussy. She shouldn’t like being on her knees and called “pet,” but she did. She fidgeted and nodded her agreement. She was shocked at how much she wanted the collar around her neck, even if it was only a play collar.

  He pulled a chain from his jacket pocket and held it up, before placing it around her neck. A heart-shaped lock snapped into place. He lifted her chin.

  “My God, you look beautiful with the collar on. The tag says ‘Master Ian’s pet.’ You will be my pet tonight. I’m going to give you an introduction to scening you won’t forget. Now stand please.”

  She stood on trembling legs. The mere presence of a collar around her neck made her feel incredibly submissive to Ian. She wanted to kiss his black, polished shoes and beg to serve him. Part of her fought those feelings, but she knew they were from doubt and fear. She didn’t want either of those emotions tonight. She pushed them back ruthlessly. She wanted the pleasure and ecstasy her Master could bring. And he could only bring it if she trusted him.

  “Are you ready to go, Tori?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”

  She really, truly was.

  * * * *

  “It’s huge.”

  Tori looked at the imposing structure of The Estate. “Estate” was an excellent description. It was sprawling with an enormous main house and a few smaller buildings. It was nestled overlooking the intracoasta
l, and knowing Tampa Bay real estate as she did, was worth tens of millions. She’d never cared to be this wealthy, but she had to admit it was beautiful. She could smell the salt air from the water and feel the Gulf breeze.

  “It is huge. Montrose made his money in oil and real estate, I believe. He’s hard-core into the lifestyle.”

  “He’s a Dom?”

  Ian chuckled. “No. He’s a sub. Powerful people often want to give up control. They don’t want to be in charge every second of the day. He has a girlfriend, who is not interested in dominating him, and a Domme for times like this.”

  She certainly understood not wanting to be in charge all the time.

  “He submits to someone who’s not his girlfriend? How can he do that if he doesn’t have any feelings for her?”

  “I didn’t say he didn’t have feelings for her. I said she wasn’t his girlfriend. Hold out your wrists for me, beautiful slave.”

  She stood next to his car and held out her wrists, fairly certain of what came next. He quickly and efficiently wrapped wrist cuffs around them, buckling them in place. She lifted them to have a closer look. The cuffs were a soft, padded leather with Ian’s initials in silver lettering. He was marking her as his property in more place than one.

  “What do you think?”

  She twisted her wrists so she could see them from every angle and tugged on them to see if they’d budge. They didn’t. “They’re comfortable and soft. I guess I expected handcuffs from a cop.”

  His laugh was soft and warm like the night. “Handcuffs are decorative, but in a scene can leave marks unless they’re padded. You’ll be able to wear these all night and be comfortable.” He reached and clipped the cuffs together so her hands were restrained. “You’ll still be able to move your arms, but you’ll get a taste of cuffs. One more thing.”

  He pulled a long leather cord from his right jacket pocket and clipped it to her collar. “A leash. It will keep you from getting separated from me at the party and also show you are not available. Okay, let’s go. Remember the rules.”

  He wrapped the leash around his hand a few times so she was following him closely, and they headed for the entrance. She wasn’t too sure how she felt about being put on a leash but let it go for now. She’d liked everything else so far. Logically, what he said made sense about not getting separated. If it became an issue, she’d talk to him about it.

  He led her into the large foyer where he stopped and handed identification to one of three large men who must have been doormen. They obviously knew Ian, as he laughed and joked with them. They didn’t even glance her way, not acknowledging her existence. Their lack of attention made her feel better about her skimpy attire.

  He led her deeper into the party and she tried to take everything in at once. Lots of people mingling, talking and enjoying a drink. Several subs knelt next to their Dominants, and many were on leashes such as herself. It was easy to tell the Doms from the subs. The Doms wore clothes and the subs were nude or almost nude. Several of the Doms were dressed as Ian was, in black, while some were dressed in black leather. She could feel eyes on her body as they walked through the crowd of people. She didn’t know if it was because she was new or because she was with Ian. It couldn’t be because she was practically naked. There were too many naked bodies in this room for hers to be much of a novelty.

  He led her into another room, much darker, and the music was louder. The scent of leather, sweat, and sex filled the air, and she realized he had brought her into a play room. In one corner a Dom was flogging a sub covered in tattoos on a St. Andrew’s cross. Her bright red hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and her body was shiny with sweat. Her back was arched, and by the expression on her face, she was enjoying every minute of her whipping.

  Across the way, a male sub was bent over a bench and getting beaten with a paddle on his bright red buttocks. The Dom was grunting with the power of every blow, and even this far away she could hear the sub begging and pleading for mercy. She looked at Ian uncertainly. He followed her gaze.

  “I can assure you he’s fine. They play this scene all the time. He likes to be paddled and he likes to beg. It’s part of their kink.”

  “He’s not going to be able to sit for a week.”

  Ian nodded. “He’ll like that. It will remind him every day of the fun they had here tonight. I’ll introduce you later if you like, and you can see for yourself he’s okay.”

  She squirmed as her cream dripped down her thighs. Every scene in the room was erotic. Just to her left a sub was on her knees sucking her Dom’s cock. Another sub was over his Domme’s lap getting a spanking. To her right, a pretty sub was bent over, restrained in stocks, getting fucked from behind. Tori’s pussy burned with need. She was already fantasizing herself in those stocks with Ian behind her.

  “Do you like that? Are you picturing us there together?” Ian’s voice was close, his warm breath tickling her ear.

  She swallowed and nodded, not taking her eyes off the couple. He began using a crop on the woman’s thighs as he pounded in and out of her. Her screams of pleasure and pain mixed with the heavy bass of the music. Tori’s own heart sped up as the woman climaxed, her face rapturous.

  Ian tugged on her leash and led her into the next room. This one was just as dark but quieter, with classical music playing. The same toys were set up and people were playing, but this room seemed more restful. He led her to a corner and unclipped her leash, dropping it into the large gym bag he had carried from the car.

  “We’ll play here.” He pointed to the floor, and this time she knew what to do. She sank to her knees and bowed her head slightly. He placed his hand on top of her head. “Do you wish to serve me, slave? Do you wish to submit to your Master?”

  Arousal was sizzling in her veins. Watching the others play hadn’t scared her. Far from it, it had turned her on. She couldn’t wait to experience what Ian had in store for her tonight.

  “Yes, Master. I wish to serve you.”

  “We’ll take it easy tonight, but you will learn to serve me, slave. Kiss my feet and we will get started.”

  Cream gushed from her pussy as she leaned forward and placed her lips on one shoe and then the other, the leather cold underneath her mouth. He reached down to help her stand and unclipped her wrists.

  He pointed to a table with a padded leather cover. “That’s a bondage table. I think we’ll start there tonight. But first, let’s take off this very sexy but in-the-way outfit.”

  His eyes were dark blue with passion, his expression stern. He wouldn’t permit her modesty tonight. Luckily, the lights were low and everyone seemed busy elsewhere. She pulled the chain-mail dress over her head and placed it in his waiting hands. Her bra and thong followed until she was standing in a room full of people butt naked. She didn’t turn to see if anyone was checking her out.

  “Good girl. Keep your eyes on me at all times. Don’t worry what others are doing while we’re in our scene.”

  She’d watched others. She knew people would watch them but pushed it out of her mind. She’d never had much of an exhibitionist bent before, but if people got off on watching her with Ian she was okay with it. At least she was okay in this time and place. These were strangers. Strangers who were just as naked as she was. She could also see there were all shapes and sizes of women here. It was some comfort.

  While she sure as hell wouldn’t want anyone watching them in the privacy of their home, The Estate seemed to strip the veneer from a person, leaving their inhibitions at the door and inviting their inner beasts to come out and play.

  “On the table, slave. Lie down.”

  He helped her onto the table, pressing her torso down and clipping her wrists above her head. He wrapped a soft strap just above her knee and repeated the process on her other leg so her knees were pulled up and wide, exposing her creaming pussy to his and anyone else’s view who might walk by. He pressed a finger inside her cunt, drawing a moan from her.

  “You’re dripping wet, my little sla
ve. Remember, you do not have permission to come until I tell you.”

  She stared up at the ceiling, completely black but for what looked like hundreds of small spotlights casting shadows around the room and playing peekaboo with bare, writhing bodies. She took a deep, centering breath harking back to her yoga days. She heard him rummage in his bag and then he was holding up something in front of her eyes.

  “I’ll give you the choice tonight. Blindfold. Yes or no?”

  She shook her head, wanting to see his expressions, the look in his eyes. He nodded and placed it on a cart next to the table. He bent down to his bag once again, and this time showed her a flogger, its long strands hanging down. It looked quite innocent but in the wrong hands was probably a painful weapon.

  “It’s velvet. I think you’ll like this. What is your safeword?”

  “Red.”

  “What do you say if you need me to slow down or take a break?”

  “Yellow.”

  “Good girl. Let’s see how you like the flogger.”

  The strands ran up the inside of her thighs and down her legs, almost tickling in their sensation. She felt her lids get heavy as the strands trailed all over her body, caressing and sensitizing her skin. The first strike was soft on her outer thigh. Her other thigh was next, working up and down her legs and inner thighs. A few of the strands landed on her drenched pussy, and she moaned at the contact. She arched her back, offering up her breasts for his attention. His eyes glowed when he caught her action, and he moved the strikes up her torso, gently thudding on her belly and then finally her breasts and nipples, sending streaks of heat to her cunt.

  He started striking her harder, the impact sending heat skittering through her body and cream dripping from her needy pussy. Her nipples were tight buds, desperately waiting for the sting of the strands.

  “What color are you at, slave?”