Holiday in Handcuffs (3 page)

Here goes nothing.

Moving fast, I wiggled out of my skirt and
it fluttered to the floor. Stooping down, I picked it up, held it
before my sex as I folded it, then set it on the chair.

Grabbing hold of all of the courage I had
within, I forced my chin high and took slow steps to Dom Bolt.

Rounding the apparatus, he smiled at me.
“Please step forward and face the St. Andrew’s cross, Velvet.”

I did as I was told.

Touching my shoulders, he positioned me how
he wanted, centered to the cross. “Spread your feet apart.”

Twisting from heel to toe, I walked them out
a little. “Like this?”

Taking a firm hold on my chin, he turned my
face to his. His eyes were sharp, unwavering and his voice was deep
as he said, “From this moment on, you will only refer to me as Dom
Bolt or Sir when you respond to me.”

Where was Mister Sweet and Patient? “Okay,
Sir.”

“
Yes, Sir.” His words were
terse.

If his tone of voice didn’t shock me, the
warm shiver running along my spine causing the hair to rise on my
arms did. Licking my lips, I responded appropriately. “Yes,
Sir.”

“
Adjust your feet wider
apart until I tell you to stop.”

“
Yes, Sir.” I started
moving.

His gaze lowered. When I stood shoulder
width apart, he said, “Stop.”

Even though I still wore a light
three-quarter sleeve gold cashmere sweater, I felt completely
exposed. Not only because my ass and legs were fully on display,
but the air now caressing my sex was unsettling. The evidence of my
nervousness was apparent in the butterflies taking flight in my
stomach. However, the evidence of how turned on I was revealed to
me in the throbbing of my clit.

Oh, shit, I would never have thought my
excitement would double so quickly being on display like this
before a strange man. But, it had.

He stepped behind the cross. “Wrap your arms
around the middle, Velvet.”

“
Yes, Sir.” I encircled
the wood frame.

He took hold of my hands and held them for a
moment. His were strong, with a few calluses on his palm. I
wondered if he worked with his hands or if they were from him
wielding whips in play.

I felt a cuff go around
one of my wrists. It was slightly disconcerting that I could not
see him or what he was doing.
Trust,
Nevea. You agreed to trust.

“
The house safeword is
apple. If you use it, I will stop. If you scream it loud enough
people will come running, no matter what sign I placed on the
door.” The second cuff was engaged.

“
Yes, Sir.” I couldn’t
help giving them a slight tug then another. I was secured—well. I
had some room to move around, but not much. All of a sudden my
heart beat firm and fast then my hands started to shake.

His hands covered mine again—a soothing
touch. “Remember, Velvet, you’re safe. Do you want to stop
now?”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to stare at
the leather covered structure before me. Even though I couldn’t see
his face, only hear his voice and feel his touch, I focused on
those two things. Did I want to leave? Walk away now and forever
question myself on running away?

“
There’s no shame in
deciding you don’t want to do this.” His thumbs stroked the back of
my hands.

I knew if I left this room I’d never be
brave enough to attempt it again. For a reason I refused to allow
myself to analyze at the moment, I didn’t want to disappoint
myself…or Dom Bolt.

“
No, Sir. I’m
fine.”

After a light squeeze he let me go. When I
opened my eyes, he was standing beside me.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and glided
it down my arm. “Until we are finished, you may not speak unless
you’re using your safeword. You may scream, moan or cry. You must
not make any sudden movements that will cause me to injure you. Do
you understand, Velvet?”

I started to nod, but that damn eyebrow of
his was lifting. Catching myself I said, “Yes, Dom Bolt, I
understand.”

“
Very good.” He smiled and
leaned toward me.

I prepared myself for his pale, pink lips
meeting mine. However, I was denied the pleasure as he lightly
brushed his lips over my cheek.

“
We will
begin.”

Not wanting to see the lashes coming, I
faced the frame and squeezed my eyes tight.

I flinched when instead of the bite of the
flogger I felt the leads being dragged over my ass—one cheek to
another. He lightly caressed my skin in waves like a maestro
conducting a slow ballad.

“
You’re ass is beautiful.”
He stroked. “Brown. Round. High. Perfect for play.” He brushed them
down my thighs like a painter. “Thick, healthy thighs waiting for a
master to appreciate them.”

His touch and voice lulled me. I rejoiced in
his words, knowing that he approved of what he saw.

So, caught up in the sensual massage, the
first strike of the flogger caught me unsuspecting. My breathing
halted for a moment.

It stung a little, but it wasn’t so bad that
I wanted to scream and thrash about.

The next one came seconds later, followed by
two more in matching intensity.

The fifth stroke was a little hard and I
found myself squeezing my hands.

“
Don’t tense my Velvet.
Breathe through it, relax.” His voice was deep, calm but
commanding.

The swipes continued to come.

My ass was beginning to warm. I curled my
toes against the floor. For a moment I strongly considered calling
out apple.

“
Inhale.”

His voice broke into my racing thoughts.

Inhale. Inhale.
Taking heed, I took a deep breath in through my
nose.

“
Exhale,” he called
out.

When I did, another lash came; harder.

Heat seared my skin,
following the leads of the flogger across my ass. I pressed my
forehead against the leather cushion and tried to imagine things
like soft pillows, mink blankets and all things that didn’t hurt my
ass.
Apple
.
Apple
.

“
Inhale,” he ordered
me.

I sucked it in like an alcoholic with their
first drink of the night.

“
Exhale.”
Thwack.

I forced the air out of my mouth in a long
steady stream.

“
Inhale.”

Cool air filled my lungs.

“
Exhale.”
Thwack.

I rose up on my toes and pressed my breasts
and hips against the cross, praying I could disappear inside of
it.

Then something happened between his voice
and my breathing, a connection—a bond. Instead of my apprehension
of the next smack against my ass…I anticipated it. Like when I ate
something spicy. Part of my brain recognized that burned, while
still my body wanted more. More of the heat. More of the pain.

My nipples grew tight and my gut clenched.
The biggest effect was in my sex. It felt swollen and achy as my
clit started throbbing in time with the beat drumming upon my
ass.

Each of my inhalations became steadier. They
were more relaxed as I arched ever so slightly pushing my ass
toward Dom Bolt and his stimulating flogger.

My head lulled back onto my shoulders and a
moan slipped past my lips and tremors ran through my body and
vibrated my sex.

Then it stopped and I caught the whimper in
my throat.

A thud happened behind me.

Not wanting to move, break the erotic
tension that had been woven between us, I didn’t turn around.

“
You are a lovely, blushed
sight, Velvet.” His presence moved up behind me.

I wasn’t give permission to speak so I
remained silent.

His ginger touch along both my cheeks let me
know his hands were empty. I knew it had to be the flogger that hit
the ground.

“
Tss.” I couldn’t hold
back the hiss that escaped my mouth. My backside was tender,
sore.

“
The heat of your skin is
exquisite.” He slowly dragged his fingers from the top of my
buttocks to mid-thighs.

My body quivered. The urge to press back
even further, feel more of his touch on my sensitive flesh was
overwhelming.

He aligned his body against mine, wrapping
his arms around the center of the X until he covered my hands. I
could feel his heart beating strong against my back. By the rapid
rhythm I knew he was just as keyed up as I was.

Nosing my hair to the side, he rubbed his
lips along my neck as he linked his fingers with mine. “You smell
enticing. A savory vanilla.”

A weird description. I used a Tahitian
vanilla body wash, but I would call the scent sweet not savory.

His lips were flush with my ear, when he
whispered, “How wet are you?”

Oh, hell.
I knew what he smelled…the cream coating my sex
and the inside of my thighs. I had been turned on since I watched
the other woman being spanked. Maybe even since the moment I agreed
to come to this house. However, being around Dom Bolt and
experiencing the lick of his flogger had pushed me to the edge of
desire.

It wasn’t about what this
man had done to me, but about
this
man. This stranger that didn’t feel unfamiliar to
me.

“
Velvet?” I heard the
warning in his voice a fraction before his palm came up against my
ass, quick and sharp.

“
Very wet, Dom Bolt.” Damn
was he ever fast.

“
I want to see you.” He
lowered himself behind me, slowly brushing my body on the way
down.

His large hands palmed my ass, massaging and
squeezing the two halves simultaneously as he lifted them high,
spreading me.

I winced at his firm grip.

“
Remarkable. Swollen and
shiny. A Dom always appreciates seeing that his sub enjoyed their
session.” He lavished compliments on me, expressing his pride in
how well I handled my first flogging.

Then pain became pleasure when his tongue
glided over one cheek then the other. He licked, sucked and grazed
his teeth across my tender, inflamed skin.

When his tongue followed the crease of my
ass and dipped between my folds, I cried out, “Dom Bolt!”

He stroked my sex again. “Thick, sweet and
creamy like glaze on a treat.”

His talented tongue and
clever words were driving me toward the waterfall of ecstasy.
Unable to stop myself, I began to rotate my hips and press back to
him.
So close.

I needed more. Handcuffed to the St.
Andrew’s cross my options were limited, my movements
restricted.

As if comprehending my gesture, he lifted
one of my legs and placed my foot on his bent knee. I was open,
wide.

Bolt buried his tongue in my pussy, deep as
he stroked the walls shoving me closer to that cliff. Thrusting my
hips, I fucked his tongue wanting the promise of paradise.

Pulling away, he slid his tongue down my
slit until he reached my clit. Once there he circled it. Around and
around, he flicked the tip each time he passed it.

“
Oh,
oh…Dom…oh.”

To say my body was trembling was like saying
there were signs of flurries at the North Pole. My body was shaking
with desire and my lower belly ached from the orgasm I could feel
moments away.

Tracing my sex with a finger, he pressed it
inside me then removed it and slipped it up to the tight rosette
opening. At the same time he pulled my clit between his lips and
sucked.

As he drew on me and pumped along the
surprisingly responsive channel I came.

I screamed so loud I would have thought it
would draw attention. That people would have come storming into the
room to the rescue.

However, no one came. As I came down from my
sensual high, I recalled Dom Bolt telling me they would only enter
when the safeword was used.

Giving me a final kiss, Bolt rose behind me
and reached around until he activated the release buttons. I was
trembling and my legs were weak, threatening to not hold me up. If
it wasn’t for his body leaning against mine I would have crumbled
into a heap.

“
Tell me you want
me.”

The evidence of how much he wanted me was in
the hard cock on my ass. Feeling it caused a renewed frisson of
heat to course through my body.

“
May I speak freely,
Sir?”

“
Please,” he whispered,
licking the shell of my ear.

Turning my head, I gazed at him, wanting him
to see the intensity in my eyes. “I want you. I don’t fully
understand why, but I want to feel you deep inside of me.”

Slipping his arms around my waist, he pulled
me to him. Facing him now, I placed a hand against his face and
brushed my thumb across his lips. His top lip was a little thinner
than his bottom which was full and plump. I couldn’t wait to taste
him. Leaning in, I licked that beguiling flesh and tasted my
essence on him.

The kiss deepened quickly as our lips parted
and we feasted on each other. A duel. Our tongue parlayed in and
out of each other’s mouths, stroking and chasing.

He took hold of my hand and slid it between
our grinding bodies, placing it on his groin. Pulling away briefly,
he said, “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me.”

“
Good, because I wanted to
put my hands on you from the first moment I saw you.”

His eyes grew bright. I could see his shock
at my words. I knew it was because I had played so hard to get in
the beginning, but at this moment all bets were off. I wanted him
and all that this night had to offer.