Lock & Key Collection

by Rebel Rose

  I’m mannied, peddied, scrubbed, and buffed to perfection. My time ends too soon but then I’m moved to another room where I’m instructed to lie facedown on a table, draped only across my butt.

  The next hour flies entirely too quickly, but I’m feeling refreshed and relaxed when I leave. I almost forget entirely that I’m going to get flogged in a few hours. Almost.

  I walk by several shops in our hotel lobby as I’m walking toward the elevator and something in the window of a shop catches my eye.

  A showgirl costume. And it is magnificent.

  The black bustier is trimmed in scarlet red with a bow sitting directly between the breasts. Black and red feathers form a skirt across the back and it has a small matching headpiece. The look on the mannequin has been completed with black fishnet stockings.

  Hot. Hot. Hot.

  Tristan says that I’m to never wear lingerie that he hasn’t chosen, but I think any man would love this. Plus, it’s a costume. It can’t be considered lingerie.

  The urge to wear it for him is overwhelming. I don’t think that I can resist buying it and surprising him by dressing as a burlesque showgirl.

  When in Vegas…

  Tristan is a Dom. No one could be more open-minded when it comes to sexual role-playing. Isn’t that what we did yesterday when we pretended to be husband and wife?

  I enter the boutique for a closer look at the burlesque outfit, and a saleswoman is by my side immediately, asking how she can help me. “How much is the burlesque costume?”

  “Two thousand dollars and worth every penny. It’s one of a kind, and I assure you that the craftsmanship is excellent. Isn’t it beautiful?”

  Shit! Two grand for that tiny little outfit? I’m not a tight ass when it comes to spending some money, but that seems excessive to me for a bustier and feathers.

  But it is gorgeous. And I think Tristan would love it. I bet none of his other submissives have ever shown up in the bedroom in something like this. “I’ll take it.”

  I walk out of the bedroom into the living room, and Tristan is talking to someone on his cell. Sounds like a business call. “That’s not acceptable. I’m only in Vegas until next Sunday.”

  Tristan takes notice of me and inspects me from head to toe. He winks and mouths, “Beautiful.”

  I mouth, “Thank you.”

  He motions with his hand for me to join him on the couch. He inspects my nails and removes my fuck-me pumps so he can see my toes. I giggle when he brings my foot to his mouth and sucks my big toe, all while never missing a beat as he talks business.

  If this leads to where it did last time he sucked my toes, I’m going to be on my back getting fucked when he ends this call. And that can’t happen. I want to save it all for tonight when I’m wearing my surprise for him.

  He gives me those eyes—the ones that tell me he wants to do something very dirty as soon as he finishes this call. I shake my head from side to side and mouth, “No.”

  Lifting his brows, he counters with a slow nod and look of determination. “Yes.”

  “No,” I whisper. “There will be none of that until later.”

  I’m certain that he’ll hate being told no, but he’s just going to have to not like it because I want to save all of the fun for tonight. I want his anticipation to be at its highest.

  “That sounds good, Trevor. I’ll call you in a couple of days, and we’ll discuss it further.”

  I suspect that he’s ending his call sooner than he would have because of my rejection. “And just why not?”

  “I have something special for you later, and fucking right now will ruin it.”

  “Fucking never ruins anything. It makes everything better.”

  I sigh loudly. Dramatically. “We’re not doing it right now. You’re waiting until after dinner. Sorry.”

  “I’ve never been told no by my submissive.”

  I don’t think that this man has heard no many times in any part of his life. It might do him some good. “Well, this sub is telling you no.”

  “I don’t like it worth a fuck.” He’s sullen, but I swear that he’s still hotter than hot.

  “It’s going to be so damn good. You just have to wait a few hours.”

  “You’re being pretty cold to the man who just arranged for you to be pampered today.”

  He won’t say that when he sees me in that costume. “The wait will be worth it. Promise.”

  “I’m holding you to that.”

  23

  Tristan Broussard

  I sit on the bed while Emma Lia is in the bathroom changing into the red teddy I chose for her to wear tonight. I lean back, propping my weight on my arms. I probably appear carefree, but there’s nothing carefree about the way I feel as I look at mon bebelle.

  The drive to make her my submissive in every way is fierce. It’s quickly becoming an obsession that goes beyond a simple sexual need. Though my body burns for her, I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to imprint myself on her, to mark her from the inside out, so that she will never belong to any man but me.

  I want to own her completely.

  She opens the door an inch or two and peeks out through the crack. “Close your eyes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I have a surprise for you.”

  “I hate surprises.”

  “You’ll love this one, so do it.”

  I close my eyes, and a few moments later hear the start of slow, seductive music. “Okay. You can open your eyes.”

  I’m more than a little surprised to see her standing in front of me, hands on hips, dressed in a black and red showgirl costume with black thigh-highs. She lifts the back of her hair from her neck and bites her lower lip as she bends at her knees, swaying her hips.

  Mother. Fucker.

  “It’s not the red teddy you chose for me to wear tonight, but I hope you still like it.”

  “Fuck yeah, I love it.”

  She begins to move to the music, turning her back to me and slowly swinging her ass from side to side. The feathers forming the skirt oscillate back and forth, and all I can think about is what I’m going to do to that ass with the flogger.

  My dick is so hard. It’s as though it’s been months instead of hours since I had her. It takes every ounce of my self-control to not tear off her costume, bend her over the bed, and pound into her flesh until I explode.

  I control myself because I don’t want this to happen too quickly. We have new things to try tonight.

  “Come here,” I say hoarsely, my cock straining painfully against the fly of my trousers.

  She shimmies her way over and sits on my lap with her legs wide apart. She rubs her ass back and forth across my hard-on and then leans closer until her back is against my chest. She drops her head back and my mouth hovers over her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Who do you belong to?”

  “I belong to you.”

  “Yes. Yes, you do, bebelle.” My voice is thick with lust.

  I suck her earlobe and then release it as I move my hands to her proud tits standing up in her bustier. “Lie on the bed. Facedown.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I get up and begin to undress while she slowly crawls onto the bed. “Head down, ass up.”

  She follows my instructions, but I see the hesitation in her movements. There is a part of her that fears me, that senses what I’m capable of. And she’s right to be afraid. There is something within me that thrives on the pain of others, that wants to hurt them.

  That wants to hurt her. And her vulnerability turns me on almost as much as her beauty.

  Once she’s in position, I’m able to see her pretty pink pussy and asshole peeking out from beneath the feathers. No fucking panties. That shit just about robs me of my last ounce of restraint.

  I have to touch her.

  I cup my hand between her legs, my middle finger pushing into her small opening. The warm moisture that I find there makes my cock jolt.

  She wants me. She wants this. Although sh
e isn’t really sure what this is.

  I can sense her nervous anticipation. She simultaneously desires and fears me, which is a huge turn-on. It also triggers another kind of hunger in me. A darker, more perverse desire.

  Standing at the edge of the bed, I reach out and trail my fingers along her spine. She trembles under my touch, sending a sordid thrill through me, and I realize that I have everything I want and need, right here, right now.

  Emma Lia. She’s everything, and I couldn’t ask for more.

  I want to swallow her fear and pain. I want to hear her screams. I want to feel her fight against me and then melt in my arms while the sheets absorb the sweat of our sins.

  She’s the only woman that I’ve ever wanted this much. Having her here and at my mercy, ready to take her first flogging, is intoxicating. It’s the most powerful drug I’ve ever tasted. Because the submissives who came before her were nothing more than diversions while I was waiting for Emma Lia.

  I stroke the soft skin of her thighs and ass. Soon they will be striped, but for now I’m enjoying their unmarked smoothness. “Use your safe word and it ends immediately. Do you understand?”

  “I understand, Master.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I do, Master.” She doesn’t hesitate in answering. And although I’m grateful for her trust, I don’t understand how she can so easily give it to me.

  Bending down, I press a gentle kiss to the soft ivory skin over one of her cheeks and then caress my hand over it. “I took your submission by force, bebelle. But now I want to truly earn it.”

  A change comes over her body. The tension melts away and is replaced with relaxation.

  I straighten and raise the flogger, bringing it down against the cheek that I just kissed. I don’t use a lot of force, but she still jerks when the leather bites the skin covering the orbs of her ass. She almost instantly releases a soft whimper from her parted lips, and the sound forces the blood in my veins to rush to my cock.

  She moves back into position with her head lowered, face pressed against the mattress, and arms outstretched. “Did that hurt?”

  “Yes, but it felt good too.”

  This flogger is designed for a low-impact, stinging sensation. We’ll need to build up to something with deeper impact.

  I swing harder the second time and she still jolts, but to a much lesser degree. I bring the flogger down again and again, my motion taking on an entrancing rhythm. With each strike of the leather tails against her virgin skin, I slip further and further into a world where all I can see and hear and feel is her.

  The reddening of her pale skin, the gasps and moans from her sweet mouth, the way her body tenses under each stroke of the flogger and then relaxes… I become lost in it.

  My addiction is being fed. My needs met. My cravings satisfied. All of it is fulfilled by her—my obsession, my fixation, my addiction.

  I stop when I feel satiated and admire my work. Emma Lia is now lying on her stomach, her beautiful alabaster cheeks and thighs adorned with pink stripes. So fucking beautiful.

  I drop the flogger on the bed and crawl onto the bed, lying next to her. “Come here.”

  She rolls to face me and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body against mine. This is what she needs right now—to feel taken care of, to re-establish our connection, to strengthen our bond. And this closeness is what I need too—to comfort her, to feel her in my arms.

  I want to be her everything: her lover and her tormentor, her pleasure and her pain. I want to bond her to me physically and emotionally, to brand myself so deeply inside her mind and body and soul that she won’t be able to leave me when she does finally pull that key.

  I hold her close and stroke her hair slowly, giving both of us time to absorb what just happened and recover from the endorphin-crazed high that we’re both riding. My soothing caress becomes more enthusiastic, my hands roaming her body with a new plan: to arouse, not just to calm.

  My hand slips between her thighs, my fingers searching out that little bud at the top of her slit that I already know will be rigid and erect with longing for my touch. I find her needy clit and pet it with my index finger. My other hand grips her hair and pulls, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are dazed but filled with passion as they lock on mine.

  Her sweet lips are parted when I lean down and devour her mouth with a deep, thorough kiss. She moans into my mouth and wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me hard against her.

  My balls draw up tightly against my body, my cock aching for her slick, warm flesh. But right now, I only want to pleasure her—a reward for the way she trusted me with her body just now.

  “I want to make you come.”

  She releases her hold on my shoulders, and I crawl down her body as she turns to lie on her back. I push her legs apart and she cries out when I drag my tongue across her bare slit. My tongue laps at her, tasting all of her sweet, sticky goodness. I tongue fuck her little cunt, the scent and taste of her making my head spin with raw lust before moving up to swirl my tongue over her clit. I’m merciless with it, flicking my tongue over it again and again.

  I suck and release the needy little nub until her body begins to tense. Suddenly, she becomes rigid, every muscle in her body tensing. She shatters beneath me, her whole body trembling, and I taste that salty-sweet goodness on my tongue.

  “Oh God. I’m coming. So hard.”

  I give Emma Lia her moment.

  And then I want mine. “Turn over.”

  She obediently rolls to her stomach and gets on her hands and knees.

  On all fours. Her ass tilted up. Her back slightly arched. Just the way I want her to be.

  Damn, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I can see everything. The folds of her wet pussy. Her virginal pink puckered hole. The delicious curves of her cheeks, pink with marks from the flogger. My heart is pounding heavily in my chest, and my cock is throbbing painfully as I grasp her hips, lining up the head of my dick against her opening.

  I push inside, and hot, wet flesh swallows my cock, sheathing me in her tight, slick perfection. “I don’t know how you can feel virgin-tight every time, but you do.”

  She rocks on her hands and knees and pushes back against me, trying to take my cock deeper. And I happily oblige, withdrawing partially and then slamming back inside her. “Oh God. You feel so big inside of me.”

  The squeezing grip of her tight channel makes my spine prickle with pleasure. Waves of urgent need rush through me, and I lose all self-control, digging my fingers into the soft skin of her hips and thrusting with every bit of power I have inside me.

  Her moans become louder, and I feel her inner muscles contracting around my cock. I try, damn, I try, but I can’t stop the release of seed into her warm core.

  I use my grip on her hips to hold her in place and thrust hard one final time. “I’m giving it all to you, baby.”

  When the last drop has left my body and entered hers, I pull out and collapse onto my side, taking her with me. Our skin is sticky with sweat, gluing us together, and we lie that way, still joined, while our breathing gradually slows.

  I hold her spooned against me, and as I come down from my orgasm, I feel a sense of calm serenity wash over me. And I know that it’s because of her. This woman quiets my demons. She makes me feel normal, happy even, and it fuels my intense obsession with her.

  “Tell me that you liked what I did,” I whisper, stroking her outer thigh. “Tell me that you liked the way I made you feel, bebelle.”

  She turns in my arms, rolling over until we’re facing one another. She reaches out and cradles my face with her hand, her blue eyes on mine. “I love what you did to me. And I love the way it made me feel.”

  Relief. Pride. Satisfaction. All of it floods me at the same time.

  I’m a different Dom with Emma Lia. Of course, I’m softer and gentler because this is new to her, but I want her complete trust. I want to be her addiction, same as she is mine. I wan
t to be so invested in her that I actually became a slave to my passion and commitment and overwhelming desire to protect her at all costs.

  That’s when I will have become her true master.

  And she’ll never leave me.

  24

  Emma Lia Grant

  I’m dressed and ready for dinner with no Tristan in sight. He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. We know what happens to me when I’m tardy but what about him?

  I pick up the flogger and swat it across my hand. Maybe I should use this on him. Punish him for leaving me waiting. I wonder what he’d have to say about that.

  My phone buzzes and lights up. It’s Sir. That’s what he entered as his contact name when he put his number in my phone. I didn’t find it amusing in the least when he did it, but now I do. I maybe even like it.

  “Hello, Sir.”

  “Hey, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

  Tristan Broussard is apologizing. I bet that doesn’t happen often. “It’s all right.”

  “My last meeting is running longer than expected. They want to grab something to eat and finish up. I’m afraid that you’ll be on your own for dinner.”

  I hate eating alone. “Do you know what time you’ll be back?”

  “I don’t. We still have to do a walk-through of the casino floor and make some important decisions.”

  I remind myself that this is a business trip for him. Not leisure. “Okay. Well, do what you gotta do, and don’t worry about me.”

  “You should come downstairs and eat at the Japanese restaurant.”

  I hit Tristan up as soon as I saw it. I love sushi, and I was sadly disappointed to find out that he hates it. He won’t even eat hibachi because he doesn’t like the smell of fish that typically floats around in most Japanese restaurants.

  “Omigod, yes. I would love some sushi.” I haven’t had any in weeks, and it’s something that I usually eat at least twice a week.

  I end my call with Tristan, and I’m disappointed that he didn’t have something dirty to say to me. His dialogue was unusually tame for him, his words cold and stiff. He must have been within earshot of his business associates, otherwise I know that he would have said something filthy.