COUGAR QUEEN: The Velvet Vault Series

by Lawless, Linny

  I reached across the table and took her hand. “It may bother strangers, but it doesn’t bother me. I’ve always been attracted to older women. I never felt like I fit in with men and women my age. Like I was off-kilter in some way.”

  “You are intriguing to me, Aiden. In some ways you remind me of myself when I was your age.”

  “In what way?”

  “I felt out of place with people I was supposed to fit in with when I was young.”

  “Well, fuck what the world thinks. People want to stare at us or whisper? Fuck ‘em. I’m comfortable being next to you and not at all pressured by the world and people in it. I’m not going to conform to what people think a man my age should be.”

  “Believe me, Aiden. I do understand. I sense your submissiveness nature.”

  “I know you do, Kassandra. I’ve been with plenty of women. Almost all of them wanted a man who is assertive—who calls the shots, leads. They like the alpha-dominant type. Well, I’m not like that. Some women see that as being weak. I have yet to meet a woman who is even worthy of my total submission to her.”

  “Well, that’s where they’re wrong. Being a submissive is not a weakness. It’s actually the opposite. To give yourself to someone in total submission is a gift. The women you’ve been with didn’t understand that.”

  I chuckled. “You got that right. Don’t get me wrong; I’m very protective and possessive of those I care for, in a crude and simple sort of way.”

  “It’s primal, Aiden. Not simple.”

  She never pulled away from me, her hand so soft with her red painted dagger nails. “Do you like pain, Aiden?”

  “Yes, I do like pain. It arouses me. It gets me hard. But I do have my limits.”

  “Very good. I would really love to know about all your fantasies, no matter how dark or twisted they are. Do you know of the Velvet Vault? It’s a BDSM club in the French Quarter.”

  “I’ve been to a few clubs, but not the Velvet Vault.”

  “I want to take you there as my play partner.”

  My dick was rock hard underneath the table and I fought the urge to rub my palm roughly over it. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll go as your play partner—or anything you want me to be. Just for you.”

  Later that night as I drove her home, Kassandra placed her hand on my thigh. I felt her move down between my legs as I focused on driving and the changing of traffic lights.

  I turned to look at her when I stopped at a red light on Canal Street. Her red pouty lips lifted in a smile. “Focus on your driving, Aiden. And I’ll focus on that thick cock of yours getting harder by the second.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” The light turned green and I pressed on the pedal, my pulse starting to speed up. I couldn’t stop myself from raising my hips up against her hand.

  I had another raging hard-on as I pulled up in front of her house. I climbed out of the driver’s seat, my gait a bit impaired as I walked around the car to open the passenger door for her.

  I walked with her up the steps to her door. She turned to me and ran her fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair. “Do you like how I do as I wish with my hands touching your body, sweet boy?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I crave it.”

  “Good. I want you to be at the Velvet Vault at eight p.m. Friday night. I expect you to be there before I arrive, wearing only a pair of loose gym shorts and nothing else. Will you do that for me, boy?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “And when I arrive, I expect you to be standing with your legs slightly parted and your hands behind your back.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Good boy.” She pulled me to her and kissed me goodnight. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, another way of tormenting me.

  I was a bit anxious for two days before I was to meet Aiden at the Velvet Vault. I played at the club years ago with my beloved dom Jared, and we were among a small circle of friends who lived the lifestyle just as we did. Entering the club again would bring back some fond memories.

  After a nice, long hot bath on Friday night, I combed my long black hair, letting it air dry as I applied my makeup, finishing off with a rich red lipstick. I was dressed in a black laced up corset, a formfitting black patent leather miniskirt, and black stiletto heels.

  My bodyguard and dear friend, Baxter, was a two-hundred-twenty-pound of all muscle, at a height of six feet four inches. He was both a sadist and masochist depending on his mood and who he was playing with. He played with both Jared and me at the clubs and sometimes in our dungeon. He waited for me outside, dressed in a custom-tailored black suit and red tie. As I descended the stairs from the mansion to my Mercedes, Baxter grinned.

  Baxter opened the passenger door for me. “You have the looks that kill, Kassandra.”

  I arrived at the Velvet Vault a quarter after eight, and was very pleased to see Aiden there. He stood alone in the main hall, among the open play areas. He followed my instructions, wearing only a pair of light blue loose-fitting gym shorts. He stood tall, his legs slightly apart with his hands behind his back.

  Some men and women walked by Aiden, obviously admiring his muscular build. Then a sexy scene had begun to develop in my mind. His eyes pivoted to mine as I sauntered toward him, holding a thick black leather collar and chain leash.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed under his chiseled jaw as I approached. “You did exactly as I instructed, Aiden. Such a good boy.”

  The side of his mouth lifted. “Thank you, ma’am. You look so beautiful. I want to look at you all night and please you in all ways possible.”

  “I want you to address me as your mistress tonight, Aiden. And I will address you as boy.” I stepped closer to him, his male scent causing my stomach to do a summersault and my pussy became wet. I wrapped the leather collar around his neck. “You will wear this collar tonight.”

  I buckled the collar and latched a chain leash to it. Twisting the chain around my hand, I tugged, pulling Aiden to lean down to my eye level. “You are going to be my entertainment tonight. My fuck-toy. Understand?”

  He groaned as I bit his bottom lip. “Yes, mistress.”

  “Now, follow behind me, boy.” His cock was hard, bulging out the front of his gym shorts. It was the exact reaction I wanted from him—to be displayed for me and everyone in the club to see.

  As I walked proudly, holding onto Aiden’s leash, all eyes were on us. We watched as a voluptuous curvy woman with red hair leaned over a bench. Her male play partner, a tall and thin man with dark hair, struck her ass and the back of her thighs with a flogger. Her knees were spread wide, and her back arched. She flinched and cried out as the flogger lashed at her smooth skin.

  Two young women stood together not far from us. They were both blonde, wearing nothing but sheer pink and baby blue dresses that left nothing to the imagination, their light pink nipples poking through the see-through material. They kissed, their hands caressing and pinching each other’s nipples. They turned to look at Aiden and smiled at me.

  They approached us and the cute blonde in the green dress spoke. “Such a fine looking male you have tethered to that leash, ma’am.”

  Aiden looked at the blondes, but his eyes quickly pivoted back to mine.

  I smiled back. “Please call me Kassandra.”

  “I’m Candy and this is my partner, Trinity.”

  I introduced Aiden as my play toy for the evening and that I’d enjoy watching the both of them play with him. I moved to brush up against Aiden’s hard body, and reached down wrapping my hand around his hard cock. “You are going to entertain me, along with everyone else here in this club tonight, boy.”

  Aiden whispered against my lips. “Yes, mistress.”

  I lead Aiden as Candy and Trinity followed along to a vacant private room. It was dimly lit and decorated in white, purple, and black furnishings and décor. In the center of the room was a St. Andrew’s cross. Floor to ceiling windows on one side of the room were closed off by a set of black drapes.

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sp; I lead Aiden to the cross, unclasping the leash from his collar. “Take off your shorts. I’m going to have the girls strap your wrists and ankles.”

  “Yes, mistress.” He kept his eyes on me, and his hard cock sprung free, bouncing against his stomach, as he slid his shorts down. He pressed his back against the cross and spread his legs.

  I walked away and sat myself in a white chaise as the girls strapped Aiden’s wrists and ankles to the cross. Candy covered his eyes with a black silk scarf, tying it behind his head. That’s when I reached and pushed the button on the wall and the black drapes separated, revealing two long and wide windows. Men and women gathered and stood, anticipating the entertainment they were about to watch.

  Candy and Trinity moaned with delight, as they waited for me to tell them what to do. “Candy, use your hands and mouth to play with my fuck-toy’s nipples. And Trinity, kneel down and play with his cock and balls.”

  The girls went to feast on Aiden’s body while his hard, erect cock was on full display for me and the people behind the glass window. Candy’s tongue lapped and sucked on his nipples, and pinched them as Trinity lowered to her knees, cupping his balls, and flicked her tongue on the swollen head of his cock.

  Aiden strained against his restraints, his muscles flexing as he grunted when Trinity took his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Candy knelt down and joined Trinity, sucking and licking his balls as Trinity continued to suck on his cock. In and out, she glided his length between her red lips.

  Aiden’s hips thrusted forward as he groaned. I became silky wet between my legs as I crossed them and squeezed them together tightly. He couldn’t see, but only feel warm wet tongues and lips on his cock—tormenting, licking, sucking.

  “Mistress. I don’t know how long I can take this.” Aiden’s voice was strained and deep.

  I struggled to ignore my own throbbing and liquid heat to my pussy, spreading to my sensitive nipples, as I watched the girls moan and suck his cock. “You like that, don’t you, boy? Those wet and warm tongues and lips all over your giant cock? Don’t shoot your cum until your mistress orders you to, boy.”

  The people viewing the erotic scene behind the windows began to touch and play with their partners as I made Aiden suffer the sucking on his cock a few more minutes longer. I left the chaise, and stood between the girls on their knees, as drool dripped down their chins. I pulled off the blindfold. Aiden grunted, and his eyes glazed over with fiery heat. “Come, Aiden. Now!”

  Aiden’s eyes focused beyond me to the people watching him. Candy gripped Aiden’s cock, stroking it fast as she and Trinity opened their mouths. He roared as he ejaculated, his milky white semen squirting on the girls’ faces.

  He closed his eyes as his head fell back against the cross. His body shook as he panted, completely drained. I loosened the restraints on his wrists and ankles as the girls walked away to get warm damp cloths to wipe away Aiden’s juices.

  Aiden dropped to his knees, and wrapped his burly arms around my hips, placing his cheek against my thigh. “Thank you, mistress.”

  I leaned down, clasping the leash back onto his collar, “Follow me, boy.”

  The spectators applauded as I led Aiden through another door within the room to a smaller one. Only a few candles were lit to give the dark room a soft glow, with a purple velvet wingback chair and fluffy pillows strewn across the oriental carpet. I sat down and tugged Aiden’s leash so that he sat at my feet and placed his cheek on my knee. His sandy-colored hair was sweaty and matted to his forehead.

  We sat quietly like this for a long time, feeling like we were the only two humans who existed in this little world of burning candles and fluffy pillows. His breathing became steady, telling me he was relaxed.

  I combed my fingers through his sweaty matted hair. “Did you enjoy being used and tormented with pleasure by those two beautiful women, boy?”

  “Yes, I did, mistress. I hope my performance pleased you.”

  “You do please me, boy. I like showing you off to everyone.”

  He looked up into my eyes and smiled. “I belong to you. You own me, my queen.”

  It was like Kassandra knew my darkest and most secret sexual fantasies as I was tied to the cross naked and on display in front of total strangers. To have my body and cock used, tormented, and sucked on was the most thrilling fantasy I never pictured coming true.

  Now that Kassandra gave me a taste of that erotic experience, all I wanted was more. But as I knelt down beside her, I suddenly realized that she, too, was in need of sexual release.

  I rose up and nestled myself between her thighs. She raked her dagger-like nails into the flesh of my ass. The pain assaulted my senses, and my dick was rock hard again. She hissed, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, my slutty boy!”

  “Mistress, please use me, my body, my mouth, to get you off right here, right now.”

  She draped her luscious thighs over the arms of the velvet chair and shoved me back down to my knees. She didn’t have any panties on and her bare pussy was open. All I saw was pink, glistening with wetness. “Lick my pussy, boy.”

  Her womanly scent was heaven. My tongue darted out, gliding it up though her sweet opening between her soft pussy lips. I latched on to her swollen clit with my lips and sucked.

  She moaned, wiggling her hips. “Yes, boy!”

  I grunted, gripping my painfully hard dick. My lips released her swollen nub with a smack and my tongue continued to flick and lap back and forth over her clit and silky labia.

  “That’s a good boy. I’m going to come on your mouth!” I slid two fingers into her tight opening and I tasted her musky flavor as she orgasmed and squirted. Her juices drenched my tongue and mouth.

  “Please? May I fuck your sweet pussy, mistress?” I begged, looking up at her.

  “Yes, my magnificent creature.” Her eyes were full of heat and hunger for me.

  I climbed over her again. Her thick, soft thighs hugged my hips as I rubbed the head of my cock right at the junction of her tight pussy. I plunged deep inside her and groaned next to her ear. Her nails dug into my ass cheeks again. I knew they would leave imprints there for days. I pumped in and out of her as she reached down between us and rubbed her clit in rapid little circles.

  I dipped down to kiss her, but she bit my bottom lip and moaned. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Mistress Kassandra, your pussy is my paradise!”

  We both cried out in the small, dimly lit room, orgasming together, our sweaty bodies joined. I collapsed on top of her, my heart pounding hard and fast. She wrapped her arms around me as we bonded and steadied our breathing.

  * * *

  Kassandra told me to meet her outside and my legs felt wobbly as I left Kassandra to get dressed in the club’s locker room. When I walked out of the club, I saw her standing by a Mercedes with a big burly man dressed in a black suit. Anger and jealously crept in and my jaw clenched as I marched toward them.

  Kassandra could already see it in my eyes, my brows knotted. “Who’s he?” I nodded to muscle dude. My eyes locked on his and he smirked.

  Kassandra seized my chin, turning me back to her. “His name is Baxter, and he’s a very dear friend of mine.”

  My jaw stayed clenched. “Friend, huh? As in play friend?”

  “No. Now, put away that jealous mumbo jumbo, Aiden. There’s no reason for it.”

  I relaxed, suddenly feeling like some stupid teenager. “It’s just a natural instinct, Kassandra. The experience I just shared with you in there has changed things.”

  “Changed how?”

  “In that I care about you. I adore you. You have this control over me. And I want to be the only man in your life. To be at your service, any way I possibly can.”

  She tilted her head, her eyes soft, and she glided a sharp fingernail down my cheek, “Baxter will drive me home. I’ll call you tomorrow morning.”

  She planted a soft kiss on my lips and walked to her car. Even though Kassandra assured me that Baxter was just a dear friend, I didn
’t acknowledge him. I watched her climb into the passenger side of her Mercedes. He shut the passenger door, and side-eyed me as he walked around, getting into the driver’s seat. I stood there as they drove away.

  What was I thinking? I captured the attention of a young handsome submissive man for my own selfish desires. It wasn’t fair to Aiden, but I had been alone for such a long time. And the energy that surrounded him was an aphrodisiac, drawing me to him. Watching him surrender his body, giving himself totally to me so soon after we met was reckless of him. But I did the same when I was his age. I was Jared’s submissive for twenty years and lucky that I was owned by a compassionate dominant. I knew of some men and women who didn’t have the kind of bond that Jared and I had and were emotionally and psychologically damaged from it.

  As Baxter drove me home that night from the club, he gave me the side-eye and chuckled.

  I gave him the side back. “What’s so funny?”

  “When you came walking out of the club, you looked thoroughly fucked. In a good way.”

  “It was a very erotic experience,” I huffed, shifting my eyes back to the passenger window as he drove me down Canal Street. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow and let him know that tonight was a one-night thing. And only that.”

  Baxter stopped the car at a red light. “You’ve changed the young fledgling submissive. I doubt he thinks tonight is just a one-night thing.”

  “But Aiden is young enough to be my son. This isn’t fair to him.”

  Baxter leaned over, placing his huge bear like hand over my folded hands. “When is anything fair, Kassandra? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you all flushed and rosy-cheeked over someone. Age is just a number, as they say. You’re a beautiful mature woman. You know what you want and what you don’t want in a man. And, if you want Aiden, then go for it. Make him yours. And be happy with him.” Baxter brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it.

  “What would I do without you, my dearest kinkster friend?”