COUGAR QUEEN: The Velvet Vault Series

by Lawless, Linny

  The door swung open. It was Baxter. His eyes gleamed with anger. “Fucking idiot! It’s 1:00 a.m.!”

  I staggered back. “Where’s Kassandra?”

  Baxter reached, fisting the front of my shirt and hauled my inside and shoved me against the wall. “She left two days ago, back to Houston.” He looked at my mouth. “You’re shit-faced.”

  I shoved him off me. “What happened? Is she okay?”

  “She’s fine. Just had to take care of some business with her estate.”

  I leaned over, planting my hands on my thighs. “I fucked up the other night.”

  He chuckled. “You sure did, lover boy.”

  “That’s why I’m here. I want to apologize to her.”

  “Why? So she’ll take you back as her submissive? Or is there another reason you’ve been playing this act with her all this time?”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “Come on, Aiden. Kassandra is filthy rich. And you’re the much younger stud. Don’t tell me you’re not playing her for the money!”

  I couldn’t blame Baxter for thinking that, even though it only made me even more angry. “I don’t want her money! I just need her!”

  I was drunk and didn’t like talking to Baxter. I shoved off the wall. “I’m done defending how I feel about Kassandra to you.”

  I staggered out the door and left.

  The week I spent in Houston was a blur. I functioned and breathed, dealing with businessmen and Jared’s family. They picked at the leftover pieces of the estate like scavengers, leaving me emotionally drained. I missed Jared and felt all alone again, just as I had before I found Aiden.

  I couldn’t wait to get back home to New Orleans, and when the plane landed at the airport, I wrapped my arms around Baxter.

  He held me tight. “Welcome back, my dearest.”

  I sighed. “It’s good to be back home.”

  Baxter drove me home, and I sank into my couch and exhaled. “I need a stiff drink, Baxter. I hope your week was better than mine. Did you get into anything fun and exciting while I was away?”

  He sat down across from me on the other couch. “Not really. I just laid low here. But Aiden came by the other night. He was shit-faced and stumbling every-damn-where.”

  I sat up. “How is he? What did he say?”

  “He wanted to apologize to you about his behavior that night at Colette’s.”

  I sank back into the couch. “Maybe I pushed him too much, stepping over his boundaries. He wasn’t ready.”

  “Maybe. He’s not mature enough for you, Kassandra. And how do you know he’s not in this for your money?”

  My eyes began to well with tears. “I couldn’t care less if he wanted my money. Ever since Jared died, I’ve felt all alone in this world. Sad and empty. The love we had for each other was pure, the kind that most people would never understand. That’s why we were so discreet all those years. When I discovered Aiden, I sensed it in him. I wanted to feel again. Feel pain and pleasure. Aiden was so enthusiastic, like me once, in learning how to be a good submissive. I felt needed again. Like I served a purpose. I love him.”

  “I only care about you, Kassandra. I’m a good reader of people, and I don’t like Aiden much. He’s young, dumb, and full of cum. But maybe that’s the kind of male submissive that you need.”

  I stood from the couch and undressed as Baxter watched. He rolled his shirt sleeves up his forearms and swept his tongue across his bottom lip. His eyes became full of hunger as I knelt down on my knees and placed my hands and cheek on his shoe. “I need you, Baxter. I need to feel.”

  Baxter stood, pulling me up into his arms and carried me down into my basement dungeon. He bound my wrists and ankles to the cross and flogged my ass, back, and thighs, helping to release the endorphins in my body. He tormented me by using a powerful vibrator wand with a tennis ball shaped end, sending powerful vibrations to my swollen clit. Baxter wrapped his big hand around my throat and squeezed, choking me. He growled, commanding me to come for him and I cried out, exploding in multiple orgasms.

  As the jolt of erotic spasms ended, Baxter released me from the restraints and carried my naked and exhausted body up two flights of stairs. He laid me in my bed, kicked his shoes off and climbed in, holding me as I sobbed into his shirt and finally fell asleep.

  * * *

  It was a sunny and warm fall day as I sat outside under the green and white striped canopy of Café Du Monde. I sipped on my coffee and nibbled on pieces of a beignet.

  Decatur Street was busy and crowded with tourists, but my eyes caught the sight of Aiden, walking toward me. He was so devilishly handsome, dressed in a button-down shirt, his sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms.

  He entered through the black iron gate that closed in the outside patio and sat in the chair across from me. “Sorry for being a few minutes late, ma’am.”

  Baxter paid a visit to Aiden at the shoe store, telling him to meet me at the cafe at two o’clock sharp, but only if he was willing to talk.

  I reached over, running my fingertip along his jaw. “You’re only three minutes late.”

  The corner of his sexy mouth lifted. “I miss your touch, ma’am. And sitting here right now, looking at you, I can’t help but have a hard-on underneath this table.”

  I sat back and smiled. “I love that you still need my touch, Aiden. I know I may have pushed you past your limit and boundaries that night at the club as you watched Baxter have his way with me.”

  “I admit that I wasn’t ready for it. And I’m sorry for leaving you there.”

  “Baxter has been a loving friend of mine for so long. He understands me. We have the freedom to explore our darkest fantasies, and some of them are taboo. We act them out together, but it’s always consensual. I’m a submissive and have been all my life. I was Jared’s submissive in all ways. We lived the lifestyle every moment of our lives, not just in the bedroom or in clubs. It can be both exhilarating and liberating for a woman my age. Having you as my submissive and training you made me feel. I felt desired, needed, like I had purpose again. I served Jared, and now I want to be served as your mistress, Aiden.”

  He left his chair and knelt down on one knee, covering my hands with his. People sitting at other tables looked at us, thinking they were about to see a marriage proposal. “This love I feel for you is different than what I’ve felt for any woman before you. First, I was angry and jealous of Baxter for what he was doing to you. But now I understand that you need to be dominated—or topped, as you said. It’s a release, letting go and giving up control to someone you trust and love.”

  “Would you like to start over? We can move slow, just you and me.”

  His eyes lit up. “Yes, ma’am. I would love to be at your service—starting now, if you wish. And I’m okay with Baxter. We talked and there’s an understanding between us now. When Baxter pleasures you, I want to be included. Because you deserve to be loved, wanted, needed, and desired by many men, and women, if you desire them too.” He laid his head in my lap, not even concerned with strangers looking at us.

  I combed my fingers through his hair. “Such a good boy. I’m going to put you back in that collar and keep you close to me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Gripping a handful of his hair, I looked into his eyes, “Tomorrow I want you to get your cock and balls waxed at the Belladonna Spa. They know me by name there and will take good care of you. Then come to my house three nights from today and I will show you my playroom.”

  Three nights later, I welcomed Aiden into the front foyer of my house. I was dressed only in my satin robe and commanded him to strip naked. Watching him undress was so erotic as I squeezed my thighs together underneath my robe. When he unzipped and pulled his jeans and boxers down, I bit my lower lip as his hard cock sprung free. He was completely waxed and I was suddenly wet. He stood there, legs slightly apart, with his head down, and his hands behind his back.

  I stepped to him and buckled the leathe
r collar around his neck. He grunted when I reached down and cupped his balls, feeling the smoothness of his skin. “These balls and this hard cock belong to me.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, keeping his head down.

  I attached the leash to the collar and he followed me as I descended the stairs to the basement. Aiden’s jaw dropped and his eyes were wide with amazement at the 600 square feet of my very own playroom. All four walls were decorated in a red and black brocade pattern. The black tiled floor shined under the soft lighting of the ceiling lamps. Hung on one wall were all kinds of kink toys: floggers, whips, strap-on dildos, crops, paddles, wrist and ankle restraints, chains. A custom-made St. Andrews cross was built and placed in one corner, and in the middle of the room was a round bed with black satin sheets with white and red pillows.

  I couldn’t help but smile at Aiden’s reaction. “You should close your mouth, boy, unless you want me to strap a ball-gag over it.”

  He cleared his throat. “Sorry, Mistress.”

  “Have you ever felt the erotic pain of a flogger against your flesh, boy?”

  “No, Mistress, but I’ve always wanted to know how it feels.”

  “Well, tonight you will experience it.”

  I led him to the cross, instructing him to face it. With his back to me, I strapped leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles and attached him to it.

  I stepped back, admiring Aiden’s broad back, firm ass, and muscular thighs. “The sight of you naked, spread, and restrained has made me soaking wet.”

  He hissed as my daggered nails painted black clawed down his left ass cheek. “I’m going to watch you writhe on that cross as Baxter flogs you for my pleasure, slut-boy.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Baxter descended the stairs and appeared next to me. He was bare chested, wearing a black leather harness, leather pants, and black combat boots. In his right hand was a black leather flogger.

  He gathered the leather tails of the flogger and ran them through his huge hand. “What’s your safe word, slut-boy?”

  “Mercy. Mercy is my safe word.”

  I stepped back as Baxter brought the handle of the flogger back, ready to strike. “I won’t push you to the point that you’ll need to say it, but after tonight, it’s all fair game.”

  The rhythmic movement in Baxter’s wrist was skillful as he struck the flogger against Aiden’s back, ass, and thighs. The sound of the leather tails against his flesh was a melody reverberating throughout my playroom. Red blemishes began to appear on his skin as he started to groan and grunt at the thudding and stinging impact.

  Aiden’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat when Baxter was done with him. He freed Aiden’s wrists and ankles from the cross.

  When Aiden turned around, he was breathing heavy and his nostrils flared; his cock stood bold and hard.

  I walked to the bed and shrugged off my satin robe. It dropped to the floor as I climbed onto the bed and laid back on the pile of red and white pillows.

  I spread my thighs as Baxter walked around the bed to stand behind me. “Come to me, slut-boy, and work that tongue and lips to feast on me.”

  Aiden was so eager as he moved to the bed and began to plant kisses on the tops of my feet. His lips moved to my right ankle and continued, his tongue licking my calf, as he brushed his fingertips along the inside of my thighs.

  Baxter leaned over me and gathered my tits in his warm hands. He pressed them together, and using his tongue and lips, sucked and flicked my beaded nipples. I arched my back and my breath hitched as my body enjoyed the fiery pleasure of warm kisses and wet licking. Aiden’s soft tongue slipped in between my silky folds. His lips captured my swollen clit and he moaned as he sucked on it gently. I dug my fingers into Aiden’s hair, gyrating my hips against his mouth.

  Baxter released my nipple with a smack. “You like to wiggle your sweet pussy on the boy’s tongue, don’t you? You’re such a naughty little slut!”

  I moaned, licking my lips. “Yes!”

  Aiden grunted as he teased me relentlessly with his mouth, slipping two thick fingers deep into my warm center.

  I had a burst of exhilarating pleasure as I orgasmed, the feeling crashing over my whole body, and I cried out Aiden’s name.

  He nestled himself between my thighs and with one hard thrust, he buried himself in all the way as I felt his balls against my ass. He pulled out and slammed back in me as I cried out with both heated pain and pleasure.

  Baxter stood above me and unzipped his leather, pulling out his huge throbbing erection. He spit into his palms and gripped it, jerking and pumping fast.

  Aiden relentlessly pumped into me, and I dug my nails into his back. He growled, kissing and licking down my neck and behind my earlobe. “Please, Mistress, may I come inside you? I need to now!” he begged.

  “Yes, Aiden, come for me!”

  My eyes locked with Aiden as he thrusted faster and roared. I felt his thickness pulsate as hot semen squirted against my cervix.

  I looked up at the sound of Baxter’s grunt. He gritted his teeth as he jerked his cock fast with both hands. He ejaculated, his milky white liquid splattering on the red and white pillows.

  Aiden collapsed on my sweaty body, breathing fast. I nuzzled my cheek against his and wrapped my arms around his broad back. “I’ve come undone, Aiden. Because of you.”

  Our bond had grown stronger through the winter months, and I was officially moved in Kassandra’s house by the first week of the new year. Austin and Brady were bummed about it, but I reassured them that I was still close by and promised to hang out together at least once a month at our favorite sports bar.

  They helped move my things to the house, and I introduced them to Kassandra for the first time. They gave her polite formal handshakes.

  As they left, Brady gave me a fist bump, and whispered, “Dude! Kassandra is a total MILF! You’re a lucky motherfucker!”

  I chuckled as I bumped his fist.

  “Don’t be a stranger, Aiden,” Austin said. We hugged, and he slapped my back. “You should bring Kassandra with you next weekend to the sport’s pub to watch the Super Bowl with us. We’ll cheer on the Saints as they kick the Ravens in their asses! And don’t forget to wear your number nine jersey!”

  Kassandra giggled behind me like a teenager as I closed the door. “I like your friends Aiden. Austin is a sweetheart, and Brady… Well, I can tell he knows how to make you laugh!”

  I growled, wrapping my arms under her curvy ass and lifted her up. She laughed as I spun her around and around. “Put me down, boy! You’re making me dizzy!”

  I placed her back on her feet. “Yes, Mistress. They like you, too, and they want us to join them next weekend to watch the Super Bowl.”

  The pub was a packed house hours before the Super Bowl’s first kickoff. I held my mistress’s hand and weaved us through the crowd of Saints jerseys and baseball caps. I found the six-foot-four Brady waving me over to the corner of the bar. Austin was there, his arm wrapped around the waist of his new girlfriend, Stacey, whom he’d been dating for about a month. Brady was solo as usual, hanging with some of his bar fly buddies.

  Even though Kassandra was out of her element, surrounded by a crowd of young people, drinking and watching football, she seemed relaxed. She stayed right by my side, her hand wrapped around my bicep as she chatted with Stacey and my buddies. She even drank draft beer along with everyone else. A few times, as she chatted or cheered along with the crowd during a play on the flat screen TVs, her hand would leave my bicep. It slid down along my back and she’d grab a handful of my ass. I’d look down at her and wink as she smiled, her eyes hungry, knowing that she would have her pretty little toes in my mouth before that night was over.

  By third quarter of the game, the Saints were leading with fourteen points, and the crowd was upbeat and shit-faced. It was then that I spotted my coworker Tyler, and I cussed under my breath. There was something about him that just rubbed me the wrong way. He acted like there was a comp
etition between us on how many female customers we greeted, talked to, and sold shoes to.

  He spotted me from a few yards away within the crowded bar and headed our way. I wasn’t too surprised to see my ex-girlfriend, Dana, following close behind him.

  Dana looked the same as she did four months ago when we parted ways. She smiled and said hello, but her eyes shifted to Kassandra at my side. I introduced her, and they were polite, but that’s about it.

  By the time the game ended, the Saints winning the championship, it was almost midnight. The drunk crowd paid their tabs and bartenders cleared everyone out to catch cabs or Uber their way home.

  Austin, Stacey, and Brady stumbled and climbed into their Uber ride, leaving us with drunk Tyler and Dana.

  Tyler was a sloppy drunk, swaying and slurring as he talked. “I bet she’s rich, huh? Is it true what they say about those cougars, like your girlfriend? That they fuck like cats in heat?” He cackled like a fucking hyena, elbowing me in the rib. Kassandra stood close beside me and heard every word he said.

  I was a bit drunk myself, and Tyler was become an annoying dirtbag. I swung and decked him, my fist landing on his upper lip. He staggered back and fell on his ass. I took a step, and my temples pounded. “If you ever disrespect Kassandra again, I’ll shove my fist down your fucking throat!”

  “Aiden, let’s go,” Kassandra pleaded, pulling me away from the crowd. I got an Uber driver to pick us up four blocks away from the pub.

  I had a raging headache the next morning as I laid in bed with my mistress. Her soft warm body was curled up next to me, her arm draped across my chest. I cracked open one eye and looked down at her. She was sound asleep, snoring softly. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and called my manager and told her I quit.

  Kassandra stirred when I pushed the end button on the phone, tossing it back on the nightstand. She sighed and opened her eyes. “My Aiden. Such an honorable man. And you belong only to me.”