by Unknown
Stacey supports Victoria’s weight as they make their way off the stage. An enthusiastic round of applause rolls through the crowd and both girls blush. Gavin grins as Stacey stops before him and Uri. She gently presses on Victoria’s shoulder and both woman sink to their knees. Gavin’s cock jerks and he closes his eyes. If he comes in his pants, he will be so pissed off.
“Thank you, Stacey, that was lovely.” Gavin leans forward in his chair. He touches Victoria’s chin and she looks up at him, face flushed, eyes glazed, so fucking beautiful it hurts his heart. “Come here, please, kitten,” he says softly to her. She rises and bites into her lip.
He keeps his eyes locked on hers as he opens his slacks and removes his barely controlled cock. He strokes his hand tightly up his dick and back down. At the base again, he holds even tighter, his hand acting as a cock ring.
“Straddle me, Victoria,” he orders her, and she moves quickly to obey. He watches her face to see if she is uncomfortable with them being in the middle of a crowded room, but it appears her lust for him overwhelms any concerns she may have had.
Carefully she slips her knees along the outside of his thighs. She lowers her delicious pussy, and the tangle of pearls at her clit brushes his sensitive head. Both of them hiss in pleasure. His free hand slips under the curtain of her hair and moves up against the back of her skull. He fists her hair and pulls her head back, kissing up her throat before nipping at her jaw. Gavin growls against her skin, and she whimpers in response.
“Fuck me, kitten,” he groans into her ear.
She reaches down her body and peels open her lower lips, catching the small string of pearls parting her with one finger and dragging it to the side. She swirls her wet entrance around Gavin’s cock head, and he shuts his eyes. “Don’t toy with me, pet. That’s my job.”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiles and lowers her pussy down his length. His size makes her contract around him. It’s been so long since he has been inside of her that it feels like he will split her small body in half. She grips his shoulders and gives her body a moment to adjust.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that,” he moans and kisses over her collarbone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vicki rolls her hips in slow circles. Gavin’s dick head grinds against her G-spot as she does so. She lifts her pussy almost off his cock and slams her ass down. He punches against her cervix and she cries out. Her thighs tense and her inner walls clench around his cock.
“Please, Sir,” she pants breathlessly. “May I come for you?”
Her gaze meets his and the darkness in his eyes makes her body contract again. He releases his cock’s base and reaches into the pocket of his slacks. He pulls out the remote and flicks the power button. The bundle of pearls against her clit buzzes back to life, and she shatters on top of him. Her head falls to his shoulder and she fucks him hard through her orgasm.
“So beautiful, Victoria.” His words are ground through his teeth. She lifts her head and looks up at him.
“Thank you,” she moans. She leans forward, her nipples brush the fabric of his shirt. She presses her lips to his and kisses him hungrily. Again he pulls her hair, her head tipping back as he breaks the kiss. Both of them are breathing heavily. Her tits lift and fall with each forced breath.
“On your knees,” he orders. She draws back, his heavy cock falling from her dripping snatch. She slowly lowers to the floor and scoots closer so that her tits rest against his knees. She licks at her lips while looking up at him. “That’s right, kitten. I am going to fill that pretty mouth.” One of his big hands strokes his cock, lubed with her cum, and he uses his other hand to swipe his thumb over her lower lip. “Lick me clean.”
She moans and wraps her tongue around him. Like a lollipop she devours his shaft, licking every long inch, her taste mixed with his precum.
“Fuck, baby girl. Take me deep,” he almost begs as his control slips farther from his grasp. She opens her jaw and swallows him as deep as she can manage, her throat working over his cock while she swallows down his cock’s offering. Precum flows from the slit in his crown so freely now that it fills her mouth and seeps from the corners of her lips.
His thick cock swells even more against her tongue. She looks up at him with her swollen lips stretched over his cock and the sight pushes him over the edge. He fists her hair and pumps her face up and down as his dick empties into her mouth. He pushes her down to his base, and Vicki gargles and chokes but doesn’t attempt to pull back. She trusts him to sense when she needs air, when she can’t take anymore. Her vision blurs slightly, and he yanks her back, his cock tumbling from her open lips. She gulps in mouthfuls of air, and ropes of cum connect his cock head to her lips. He smiles down at her and gathers the string of cum onto his finger. He smears it over her lips and pulls on her hair to make her stand.
Her knees visibly wobble as she gets to her feet. He pats his thigh with his other hand and she melts into his lap. The emotional output of performing on stage and then fucking in front of the people of the club has finally taken its toll on her. She leans into his chest and he strokes her bare back, kissing her lips, nose, and eyelids. He whispers over and over again how proud he is of her. How sorry he is that it took him so long to come back to himself, and of how grateful he is for her.
She snuggles against him as he holds her. Her eyes begin to flutter shut and he chuckles. He’s careful not to jostle her as he pushes the wheels of his wheelchair, rolling them over to the bar. He orders a bottle of water and a Hershey’s Bar. The bartender smiles at them as he hands over the items.
“Well done, sir,” the bartender whispers. Gavin gives him a nod of acknowledgement and wheels Vicki over to a calmer, darker corner of the room. Uri and Stacey have gone missing. Uri has probably taken her to one of the private rooms to release his pleasure as well. If he could drive, he would take his sweet pet home where she could be more comfortable, but that isn’t an option right now. He’ll have to wait for Uri to return.
Soft snoring reaches his ears and again he chuckles. He kisses the top of Vicki’s head and she moans in her sleep. Such a shame he wasted so much time being miserable. He lets out a heavy sigh and busies himself with smoothing out the tiny tangles in her hair. He watches the activities in the main room while she sleeps peacefully in his lap.
Another Dom now has the attention of the room, on the stage his kitten had just played on. He has his curvy sub bent over the spanking bench and is fucking her with a large, hot pink dildo. She coos and groans for him, making Gavin long for his legs to heal faster. Now that he knows Victoria is comfortable performing, he has so many ideas spinning through his head.
The thought of letting everyone watch his sweet pet as she begs for release makes his cock harden again. He brings his hand to Vicki’s breasts, lifting and playing with the soft globes. He drops his head to suck a soft nipple between his lips. Her back arches in her sleep, offering him more of her. He works his tongue around the bud until it swells as hard as his cock. He bites it gently and hears her deep intake of breathe.
“Gavin?” she questions.
“Yes, kitten?” He kisses above and below her nipple, his head lifting, and his hand moving to work over the other breast.
“Can we go home?” she whispers.
“As soon as Uri is finished, baby girl.” Gavin kisses her lips softly, but she wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. His hands move to her back, one between her shoulder blades, and the other slips down to grip her ass cheek. He breaks the kiss slowly and looks in her eyes. “I am so proud of you.” She blushes and looks down. “Why don’t you go to the locker room? Shower and get dressed. By then Uri should be ready to drive us home.”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiles and climbs from his lap, walking confidently through the crowd even though she is naked. She has nothing to be ashamed of, her body belongs to her Master, and he loves her as she is. Nothing and no one else matters.
*
The locker room is as sexy as the clu
b itself. The walls and floors are clean white, everything sparkles and the fixtures are brass. It has an old world feel that screams elegance. Vicki steps under the shower’s powerful spray and sighs with content. With her head back, eyes closed, she spins in slow circles to let the water cascade over every inch of her. The warm water stings her reddened ass pleasantly.
“It shouldn’t bruise unless Gavin adds more color to it when you get home,” Stacey says from behind Vicki.
Vicki gasps in surprise, but turns to her friend with a smile.
“Thank you.” Vicki swallows and meets the other woman’s eyes. “For everything. I didn’t think I could trust anyone but Gavin. You’d make a great Domme.”
“Oh, please!” Stacey giggles and waves off the notion. “It was fun though, huh?” She laughs and joins Vicki under the spray.
“I didn’t know being in front of people would turn me on so much!” Vicki admits.
“You’ll like it even more when it’s Gavin up there with you. He knows you better and which limits to push. It’ll make you see stars, I promise!” She wiggles her eyebrows and both of them burst into laughter.
“Oh, it feels so good to laugh. Gavin hasn’t been the same since the accident, but tonight I saw the real him. I am so happy you talked me into coming.”
“It was a good plan, huh?” Stacey beams. “If only people would listen to me more often!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Stacey and Victoria walk back through the main room of the club. Both women are shining brightly in their friendship, leaning against each other as whispered giggles shiver the air between them. Victoria is wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants and one of Gavin’s old T-shirts. She looks perfect, but he can’t help but miss the way the pearls looked on her skin. Her hair is twisted up in a high ponytail, not a stitch of makeup on her face, and the natural beauty of her look tugs at his heart. God, he’d been such a fool to let this accident turn him into such an asshole for so long.
She drops herself into his lap. Obviously her fear of bumping him the wrong way is now gone. He nuzzles her neck and wraps his arms around her waist. She giggles when he pinches his fingers into her hips just under the fabric of the shirt she is wearing. He tickles her mercilessly. Her knees bunch up to her chest and she shoves at his wrists. He smiles down at her squirming body and waits until she is just about out of breath before he stops tickling her. She goes limp in his lap while trying to pull in air.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he whispers against her hairline. “Are you all set to go?”
“Mmm hmm,” she agrees and climbs up out of his lap. “I don’t want to have Stacey dive home alone. I really am fine.” She twists her fingers in the hem of her shirt. “Can I just drive us home in the truck?” She peeks up through her eyelashes at him and he smirks. He turns his head in Uri’s direction.
“Your thoughts on the matter?” he asks, playfully stroking his chin as if the issue demands serious thought.
“I wish for Stacey to not be alone either. Vicki is capable of driving the truck, I think,” Uri answers, his arms around Stacey’s waist, hugging her tight to his chest with his chin resting on the top of her brown hair. Victoria pops out one hip and rests her hand on it. With a sassy little look on her face, she holds out her hand to Uri.
“Thank you!” She smiles and curls her hand in a “give it to me motion.” “Keys please. I would like to get my Master home and tucked in to bed,” she says playfully and Uri places the trucks keys against her palm.
“One of you, call us when you get home.” Uri says “Just to be sure.”
“Of course.” Gavin pushes the wheels of his chair, moving toward the exit. The group meets Michael in the foyer and wishes him a goodnight with promises that it won’t be as long of a gap in time before they see each other again.
Snow falls softly to the ground as they step out into the cold air. The moonlight makes the snow glitter like fairy dust as it falls through the darkness. Victoria skips out in front of the group, her arms stretched out wide as she spins in circles in the freshly falling snow. Giggles bubble out of her throat. Stacey runs to join her in the fun. They grab hands and spin like children. Gavin rolls his chair over the frozen pavement and shakes his head at the girls, their carefree spirit filling his soul. This is the joy Victoria deserves.
Stacey squeals as her foot slips on a patch of black ice. She grips Victoria’s hands tighter as she wobbles backward. Stacey lands on her butt with a heavy thump and Victoria falls on top of her. Victoria pushes her hand behind Stacey’s head to keep her from pounding it against the unforgiving ground.
“Oh shit!” Victoria laughs, shaking her head. “Stacey! Are you OK?”
“Yes, ow.” Stacey laughs just as hard, and Victoria helps pull her to her feet. Stacey rubs her hand over her ass. “Karma?” She cocks her head to the side.
“Most likely! You spanked my ass, the ground sure spanked yours!” Victoria bends over with her amusement and tears from laughing so hard trickle down her cheek.
Gavin has wheeled himself up to the truck. He grips the edge of the bed and pulls himself to his feet. Everyone is too busy being silly to see him putting weight on his legs. He takes advantage of the moment and folds his chair, flinging it up and into the bed of the pick-up truck. He hobbles to the passenger door and jerks it open. Heaving himself into the seat, he beams with self-satisfaction. The night only gets better! He leans his head back into the softness of the headrest and watches his pet and friends goofing around in the dark space.
“Some of us are cold,” he teases, and Victoria’s head spins in his direction.
“How the fuck did you get in there?” Her face scrunches up and he laughs.
“Never mind that, woman. Take me home.”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiles at him before hugging Stacey and Uri goodnight.
She walks carefully to the driver’s door and uses the steering wheel to help get into the truck. She wiggles her butt into place and sinks the keys into the ignition. “You’ve never let me drive the truck before.” She waggles her eyebrows at him.
His hand slips over to grip her thigh. “I have been a jerk. I owe you a lot, Victoria.” He changes the fun mood to a more serious one, and she leans across the space to kiss him one last time.
“We’re a team right? I don’t expect you to be so strong all the time, you know. It’s OK to be sad or mad or whatever.” She shrugs and guides the truck to the highway that will take them home. His hand squeezes her thigh again and she smiles.
“Yeah, baby girl. We’re a team.” He closes his eyes and lets her drive without distractions. The snow begins to fall in thicker waves, the flakes growing in size until they look like big cotton balls. Victoria presses a few buttons on the radio until Rascal Flatts’ “I’ll be home for Christmas” plays softly through the speakers. Victoria sings along, and in that moment Gavin knows exactly what to get his little kitten for a Christmas gift. He turns his head to the side so he can watch her beautiful lips move with the words. She must feel his eyes on her because she turns and smiles sweetly at him. Fuck, he’s in love. He knew it now, more sure of it than he was of his own name. This woman is meant for more than just being his perfect submissive. She would have to be his wife. If she refused, it would shatter his soul and he would never be the same.
They are about twenty minutes out from the house when midnight strikes. Vicki is leaning over the steering wheel to see through the thick flakes of snow that are falling at a blizzard’s pace now. Gavin is also sitting up, wishing he was the one driving, but he has faith in Victoria’s skills. Yellow lights blink on the side of the road just up ahead and Vicki gasps.
“Someone’s in trouble!” she squeaks. “We have to stop.” She looks at him and he nods.
“I won’t be any help, but we can at least call someone for them if they haven’t already.”
She slows the pickup and parks a few feet behind the small vehicle trapped in the snowdrift.
“I’l
l go check on them,” she says, unbuckling and jumping out of the truck.
Gavin suddenly doesn’t like this. Something feels off. He picks up his cell phone from the cup holder and begins to dial Carrion. Even if the other driver has called for him, it won’t hurt to have the officer on the way. Vicki trudges through the muck covering the road, and Gavin tips his body to flick on the truck’s hazard lights. He watches as Victoria steps into the headlight beams. She taps on the glass of the driver’s window, and when it rolls down she screams. A bloodcurdling scream that echoes off the trees and pierces Gavin’s heart. She plants her feet and throws a punch through the open window. Gavin’s mouth drops in shock. He pushes open his door but is unable to get out. If he put his covered feet in the snow he would fall for sure and be even more useless to Vicki.
“Get back here!” he yells to her, every muscle in his body tense with the desire to rush to her side. Carrion finally answers his phone at the same moment.
“Gavin?” Carrion yells back through the phone. Vicki punches again, this time leaning into the car with all of her weight to make the most of her punch. Those damn self-defense classes she has been taking at the gym are obviously paying for themselves.
“We stopped to help a car pulled over on the curb. Vicki is screaming, and I think she just punched the driver. I don’t know what the hell is going on. We’re twenty minutes east of Currier Road. How fast can you get here?”
“I actually just drove past there. I’m turning around! Hold tight.” He hangs up and Gavin leans his upper half out the door.
“What is it, Victoria?” He watches helplessly as she slowly backs away from the car. Her chest is heaving and puffs of condensation appear every time she pushes air from her lungs. She stands before the truck’s open door and shakes her head.
