COUGAR QUEEN: The Velvet Vault Series

by Lawless, Linny

  Contents

  BLURB

  QUOTE

  Song List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Linny

  About the Author

  COUGAR QUEEN

  Copyright 2019 by Linny Lawless

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Some of the places named in the book are actual places found in Virginia. The names, characters, brands, and incidents are either the product of my imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.

  This book contains mature content and is intended for adults 18+ only.

  Cover Models: Brock Aaron and Chelsea Kristine

  Photography: CJC Photography

  Cover Design: Lee Ching, Under Cover Designs

  Editing and Proofreading: Mitzi Pummer Carroll and Marisa Nichols

  Personal Assistants: Mikki Thomas and Kristin Youngblood

  Interior Design: Reader Central

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  Cougar Queen

  I’ve been searching for a woman like Kassandra all my life. As my mistress, she brings out my true submissive nature. I need her dominance over me and will surrender to her every command. But I’m very protective and have a dominate side too. Will Kassandra let me be both for her?

  To all you cougars out there – own it and ROCK the FUCK out of it!

  “We are no guiltier in following the primitive impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.”

  ― Marquis de Sade

  Nocturnes and Waltzes compositions, by Frederic Francois Chopin

  Ever since I reached puberty at the age of fourteen, I was sexually attracted to older women. I jerked off every chance I got and surfed the internet for photos of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, and vintage photos of the famous Queen of Pinups, Bettie Page.

  I’ll never forget the very first time I saw her, as if I were struck by a bolt of lightning straight to my heart and my cock. The raven-haired woman was stunning. She walked into the designer shoe store that I worked at on Canal Street in New Orleans. She wore her jet-black hair pinned up, revealing the nape of her neck. The red formfitting dress she wore hugged her hourglass figure, and she looked to be in her early forties.

  I was in a trance, my eyes focused on the confident sway of her hips. As she looked at the designer shoes on the display shelves, I started to fantasize about what her feet looked like, her toes, the arch. I swallowed a thick lump in my throat as I pressed my palm flat against the front of my slacks and exhaled.

  It was company policy to greet every customer that walked into the store, and I sure as fuck didn’t want Tyler to great this goddess first and lose my chance to look into her eyes.

  Tyler was busy with another customer, so I walked over and greeted her. “Hello, miss. Are you looking for a particular style or color today?”

  She looked at me with sad, beautiful eyes. “It’s been a very long time since someone has called me miss.”

  My brows lifted. “I hope I didn’t offend you.”

  “Oh, not at all. It’s actually flattering.”

  I offered her my hand. “I’m Aiden.”

  She placed her hand in mine. Her nails were long and shaped like daggers, painted red. Her skin was soft, but her grip was firm. “I’m Kassandra. And yes, I’m looking for shoes made of velvet.”

  An erotic tingle shot down my spine, straight to my balls at the sound of her voice when she said the word, velvet.

  I cleared my throat. “Velvet? I don’t think we have a shoe made of velvet, but I can place a special order for you.” I realized that I was still holding her hand.

  She placed her hand on my chest and I felt the warmth through my buttoned-up shirt. “You would do that? ‘Specially for me, Aiden?”

  “Uh. Yes, ma’am, I will.”

  “I do appreciate excellence in customer service, Aiden. I would like that very much.”

  Her dark brown eyes were so intense, and I suddenly looked to the display shelf. “Would you like to try on a few of our designer shoes we have here on display? That way I can make sure to get the right size to order for you?” I looked down at Kassandra’s pretty feet in a pair of snakeskin stiletto pumps and my mouth began to water. “I’d guess you’re a size eight?”

  “You’re not only pleasing to my eyes, you’re also good with women’s feet, aren’t you, Aiden?”

  Another image of Kassandra played out in my head, of her standing as I looked up at her while on my hands and knees.

  I blinked a few times. “Uh… Thank you. I enjoy my job.” I turned, walking to the stockroom to find a pair of shoes for Kassandra to try on. When I returned, she was sitting in a chair.

  I automatically knelt down on my knees before her and opened the shoebox, pulling out a pair of purple stiletto pumps. She slipped off one of her shoes and I began to salivate again at the sight of her pretty red painted toenails beneath the sheer pantyhose. She placed her heel in my palm, and I slipped the purple shoe on for her.

  I kept her foot in my palm, looking up at her. “Does this feel right?”

  Her eyes were still sad, but she smiled. “Yes, it feels good, Aiden.”

  Before Kassandra left the store, she gave me her business card and instructed me to personally deliver the velvet shoes to her home address in the Garden District of New Orleans. I struggled to keep busy the rest of the day.

  I rented an immense old house right outside of New Orleans with two of my college buddies from LSU, Austin and Brady. Austin was a tech geek and video gamer, whereas Brady was the college football player who always got lucky with women.

  It was nice and quiet when I got home from work that day. It was Saturday night, and I had no doubt my roommates were partying it up down in the French Quarter.

  I climbed the steps to my bedroom and shut the door. I knew I was alone, but closing my door gave me the feeling I was shutting the whole world out to do the most private of things. With myself. I dove into my bed, rushing to unbuckle my belt and yanked my slacks and boxers down over my knees. I spit in my palms, thinking of the dark-haired goddess Kassandra as I began to stoke my already hard dick. I bit my lower lip and grunted, remembering her scent and the sadness in her eyes. I came hard as the head of my dick exploded, cum squirting, and splattering my chin.

  I lay there to steady my breathing and fumbled in my pocket for my wallet. I opened it and pulled out the card Kassandra had given me. Her full name was Kassandra Butler and I would count the hours until the special order for her velvet shoes arrived so I could personally deliver them to her.

  The impressive home I returned to in the Garden District was the same as I had left it over a year ago. The furniture was covered in dusty sheets, and boxes were stacked against walls in each room. I would have moved away from Houston way before then, but I had to dissect my late husband, Jared’s oil business empire among the ravenous other tycoons who took what they could, until Butler Oil was no more.

  Ja
red loved me. Not the kind of love most people understood in our mainstream society or within the boundaries of religion. Jared loved me as his submissive, his property, his most precious living being. He was my dominant, my master.

  Jared’s death last year was caused by a sudden heart attack. His death turned my world upside down, because a part of me died with him too. I was lost, and my heart was empty. And I was alone in a world where most people didn’t understand me.

  The memories of us together were everywhere within in the house, from the furniture to the dishes in the kitchen. Even the faint scents of each room brought back memories of Jared. I still felt his energy. Even though I moved back into the house a month ago, I avoided the basement. I was not ready to go down there. It was our dungeon where we would play.

  The leaves on oak trees started to change color in early fall, but it was eighty degrees last week when I walked into the designer shoe store on Canal Street, obsessing over a pair of red velvet shoes. Then I caught sight of the young shoe salesman, Aiden. The way he looked at me, his voice, ignited a spark that heated up my very core. He was young and so tall with a muscular and athletic build. He had sand-colored hair and wore a short, well-trimmed goatee. I wondered what Aiden looked like underneath his clothes, what his cock looked like, felt like, tasted like.

  A few nights later, I was enjoying a bubble bath, sipping on a glass of merlot, listening to Chopin on the Bluetooth speaker, once again thinking of Aiden. The sudsy warm water relaxed my limbs and mind. I reached down between my thighs and rubbed the pads of my fingertips over my swollen clit. I listened to the melody of the piano playing the notes of Nocturnes and sucked in a deep breath of air, enjoying the feel of my fingers grazing along my swollen pussy lips. Then I suddenly exploded in a delicious orgasm as I moaned and cried out.

  I finished the last few sips of the wine, then climbed out of the tub and toweled myself off. I wrapped my wet hair up in the towel and pulled on my white satin robe when I heard the sound of the doorbell chiming. A video camera hung above my front door. I looked at the security monitor in my bedroom… It was Aiden. He was dressed in a button-down shirt and gray slacks, holding a box under his arm. I descended the long stairway to the front door and greeted him.

  His smile was breathtaking, sending a sensual shiver to my nipples. They budded and poked through my white silk robe. His eyes were quickly drawn to them and a shade of pink flushed his cheeks.

  “Hello, Aiden. It’s so nice to see you again. Please, come in.”

  His eyes left my nipples. “Uh… Yes. Hello, Kassandra.” He stepped inside as I closed the door behind him. He seemed a bit nervous for a young robust male, fidgeting and combing a hand through his sand-colored hair, which I found both adorable and sexy

  He offered me the box. “I brought the velvet shoes you ordered. I hope you like them.”

  I beckoned him with a wave of my hand. “You’re not getting away that quickly, Aiden. Follow me into the living room. I want you to put them on for me.”

  I sat on the couch and crossed my leg over my knee. The satin robe fell open, revealing my soft thigh and calf. Aiden stood still for a moment looking at my thigh, then he lowered himself to the floor on his knees. He looked down at the box as he opened it. The heels were red velvet—just as I had requested.

  I leaned down and lifted Aiden’s chin. “Put them on for me. Nice and slow.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  His submissiveness toward me was intoxicating. He slipped on the right heel first. I uncrossed my right leg and caught my own female scent, knowing Aiden could smell me too. I crossed my left leg over, and he put the second heel on.

  He rose suddenly, pressing his palms down the front of his black slacks. He couldn’t hide his bulging erection and stepped back. “I hope they fit well, Kassandra.”

  I stood from the couch, feeling the snug fit of the velvet heels and stepped toward him. “You’re nervous, Aiden. Why is that?”

  He took a few steps back, but I followed, moving closer. “Where is your husband?”

  He stopped because his back was pressed against the wall.

  I pressed a finger to my lips “Shh. It’s okay. My husband passed away. I’m a widow. And a very rich one.”

  I felt the heat radiating from his well-conditioned body. I reached up and rubbed my palm down along the hardness he couldn’t hide from me. He was thick, long, and hard as a rock.

  “Mm. Your hard cock doesn’t seem so nervous, Aiden.”

  He hissed, sucking in a breath. “I can’t help it. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m drawn to you.”

  I squeezed his cock and tiptoed to whisper next to his ear. “Show me, Aiden. I want to play with your body, your cock.” My tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip.

  “Do as you wish, ma’am.” His eyes never left mine as he raised his muscular arms and placed his hands behind his head.

  I released my grip on his cock. A wet spot of pre cum appeared on the front of his pants. My pussy was soaking wet as I slid my hands up his hard chest. I ripped his shirt open, and the buttons clattered on the hardwood floor.

  He grunted as I stroked the tips of my sharp red nails down his hard pecs to his smooth, rippled abs. “Your body would be such a delight to torment and play with.” I dipped my head and flicked my tongue across his left nipple.

  He groaned. “Can I touch you, Kassandra?”

  “No. Keep those hands behind your head. Like a good boy.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I continued the assault with my tongue, tasting his warm skin. I shoved my hand down the front of his slacks and grabbed his thick, hard cock. “Oh, Aiden. You would fit so nice and tight inside me.” I began to stroke him—slow at first, then faster.

  He squeezed his eyes shut. “I can’t hold back much longer. I’m going to come in your soft hand.”

  I released his cock and slapped it. “You will come when I tell you to come. Understand me, boy?”

  I turned from him, feeling my own build up and sexual frustration, needing my own release. “You should leave now.”

  Aiden started to button his shirt, but only two buttons remained. “Did I do something to make you feel uncomfortable?”

  I huffed, turning back. “No.” I left him, climbing the stairs to my bedroom and rummaged through the closet and found a shirt. I came back and handed it to him. “You can wear one of my husband’s shirts. And I will pay you to buy a new one.”

  “That’s okay, Kassandra.” He smiled, taking off his shirt, and I drank in the sight of his rippling hard muscles. He pulled on my late husband’s shirt. “I enjoyed what you just did to me.”

  He took a few steps and gathered my hands in his. He brought them up to his lips and kissed each one. “Will you please have dinner with me?”

  This time it was I who felt a blush rush to my cheeks “Yes, Aiden. Let’s do that.”

  “When?”

  “Thursday night. I will be ready at 7:00 p.m.”

  Aiden flashed a handsome grin “Yes, ma’am. I will see you then.”

  He released my hand and walked himself out. I closed my eyes and moaned. The thought of commanding Aiden to be on his knees, at my feet would be so erotic. And just what I needed.

  When Kassandra greeted me wearing that white satin robe, my mouth watered and my dick jumped in my slacks. The way she looked at me and spoke to me in her husky voice filled me with a basic need to please her in any way she wanted. Her hands were skillful as she stroked my dick with a confidence that comes with experience. I was so close to coming right there in my slacks. But I obeyed her command, and I couldn’t wait to see her again, anticipating her next command.

  Two nights later, I rang her doorbell at 7:00 p.m. sharp. I made sure to dress casual in jeans and a button-up charcoal gray shirt. Kassandra greeted me wearing a form fitting black dress that hugged every luscious curve of her body, and on her pretty little feet were the red velvet heels I brought to her two days ago.

  She smiled, as he
r eyes roamed down my body and back up. “Hello Aiden. Don’t you look handsome and so edible.”

  “Thank you, ma’am.” I looked down at myself. “I may have under dressed, because you look stunning.”

  She laughed. “Thank you, Aiden. Come in and wait while I get my coat.”

  I stepped into the vast foyer of her mansion, shoving my hands in my pockets, looking up at the crystal chandelier hanging above me. The house seemed like it had been locked up for a long time. I felt so alone standing there by myself waiting for Kassandra and I wondered if she was lonely living here all by herself.

  She appeared from another room, and I helped her into her coat. I drove her to Brennan’s Restaurant on Royal Street in the French Quarter. We were seated in one of the dining rooms where the walls were in damask brocade patterns, with Victorian style furniture and antique oil paintings.

  A waiter came to our table and I ordered shrimp creole dinner for both of us along with a bottle of French burgundy white wine.

  She devoured me with her eyes during dinner as if I were about to become dessert.

  We talked after finishing our dinner, and I poured both of us a second glass of wine. “Did I tell you that you look so fucking beautiful tonight, Kassandra?”

  She took a sip, her eyes surveying the restaurant, other couples eating and chatting with one another. “You don’t feel at all out of place sitting in this restaurant with me?”

  “No, of course not. Why?”

  “Well there is a big age difference between you and me. It doesn’t bother you that strangers will glance at us or crane their necks to give us a second look?”