Chapter Three #4
“Well, we’re certainly not standing around here, letting this erection go to waste.
” Violet tsked, glancing over her shoulder at Fordham and giving him the prearranged signal.
She ran her hand up Boudreaux’s shaft, squeezing the plump girth when it flexed.
“Are you trying to be a good sub and not come without permission, or prove how stubborn you can be?”
The look he gave her wasn’t the least submissive. She decided to let it slide, this once. It was hard to submit when dominance was all he’d ever known—unlike her, he’d never been in a position where he didn’t call the shots.
Right now, she wasn’t giving him a choice.
The spikes left tiny, thin red lines in his sensitive skin, barely distinguishable from the ruddy color of his cock.
She pumped him once, twice, increasing the pressure until the strong muscles in his thighs quaked.
His hips rocked, thrusting the hard length into her grip, grunting in an effort to control himself.
“Boudreaux, come.” Violet waited a few moments, slowly jacking him off, then tsked in disappointment. “Give me what I want, little boy, before I ask Fordham here to whip out his big cock and really open up that virginal asshole.”
Arms folded over his chest, Ford arched an eyebrow in question. He didn’t play with men, but he was the only one handy enough to use as a threat. “I don’t know, Vi. If you want to really punish him, Merrick is the one you want.”
She purred in agreement. “Hmm, he is a beast, isn’t he? Honestly, Boudreaux, fisting would be kinder than letting Merrick fuck you, but I can make a phone call if you continue to be stubborn.”
Interestingly, the threat resulted in an expulsion of precum she hadn’t expected. Boudreaux played with males and females alike, an equal opportunity Dom, but he always did the fucking.
An idea began to form, one that might just sever this ridiculous contract and free her from the unwanted obligation. Leaving it to percolate in the back of her mind, she tightened her grip and twisted her wrist, almost buckling his knees with the pain.
“I know what you like, Boudreaux. A soft, wet, warm pussy sucking your cock in, surrounding you with heat. Perhaps I should find a sub willing to let you fuck her while Merrick turns your ass into his toy.” She stroked her free hand down his chest, digging the spikes into the tender flesh where the flogger had hit hardest.
“You. Only you.”
“I’m not your sub. I’ll never be submissive to you again.”
The smile he gave her was tight and didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m trying to be submissive to you.”
Violet dropped her gaze to his cock, lifting an unimpressed eyebrow at its current state. “Not doing a stellar job there, are you? When I tell you to come, I expect you to obey.”
“It’s not as easy as that,” he ground out, closing his eyes. The artery in his neck pulsed thickly in time with his heartbeat.
“Maybe not. Decades of being the one in control has its downside,” she murmured, shifting slightly to take the vibrator from its stand. “This is going to be a hard lesson to learn, Boudreaux. A lot harder for you than for me. Come. Now.”
“I—”
She jammed the humming head against the root of his shaft, increasing the vibration with a flick of her thumb. His body went rigid, the chains straining to hold him as he threw himself forward and howled.
The thick shaft in her hand swelled and jerked, ejaculating violently. Arcs of creamy cum erupted, decorating the floor like some kind of modern painting, until he was finally relieved of his pent-up burden.
Violet released her grip on his shaft before it finished twitching, removing the vibrator completely. Knowing what was about to happen, she stepped aside swiftly, leaving Fordham room to intervene from the side, wrapping a strong arm around Boudreaux’s waist mere seconds before his legs gave way.
All her focus switched to the aftermath—she switched off the vibrator and set it back on the table before stripping off the vampire gloves.
Crouching down, she released his ankles from the cuffs, checking the condition of his feet out of habit despite the fact she hadn’t restrained him tightly enough to cut off the circulation.
Boudreaux groaned and tried to step forward; Fordham stopped him with a quiet word.
The anal hook was next on her list. Leaving his arm chains pinned in place, she detached the hook and carefully eased the hook down, hardening her heart against the masculine whimper and instinctive jerk of his hips as the ball stretched open his tender anus.
The moment she freed his wrists, the prideful jackass tried to push Fordham away. “I’m fine. You can let me go.”
“Do you like kissing the floor?” Ford asked, amusement rich in his voice.
“Never tried it. Not going to now.”
Violet rolled her eyes. Men. It baffled her how competent Doms could routinely test female subs with intricate and exhausting scenes not dissimilar to this one, witness the effect it had on the human body, and then believe themselves so infallible that the same weakness wouldn’t befall them in the same circumstances.
“Pride goeth before a fall, Boudreaux,” she chided softly, reaching for the blanket stashed on the shelf beneath the table. “Stay still and let us help you before you nosedive into the floor.”
“I have two feet,” he said simply, a slight slur to the words. “I can use them.”
“Far be it for me to question your physical abilities.” Shaking out the blanket, she lifted her chin at Ford and got a wicked grin in return. “Let the idiot figure it out on his own, Fordham. Some subs only learn through doing.”
Easing back a few inches, Fordham let his supporting arm drop.
Naked, muscles quivering with fatigue, Boudreaux swayed in place for a second, two. The moment he took a step forward, he folded like a wet towel sliding off a rack, crumpling as he uttered a single, harsh curse.
It was only Fordham’s freakishly fast reflexes that stopped Boudreaux’s perfect face from bouncing off the floor, hooking his hands under the idiot’s armpits and hauling him upright with concealed strength. “Next time listen, buddy. It’s a lot fucking easier.”
Between Ford and Violet’s efforts, they managed to wrap the blanket around him as he muttered in French.
“Take him back to my cabin please?” she asked. “I’ll clean this up, then be right behind you.”
“Your cabin? Not the usual place?”
The usual place was one of the quiet rooms designated for aftercare. Most of the play areas had one, although there were a few scattered around the grounds for a more serene, natural atmosphere. Her favorite was to the south, a few minutes’ walk, but it was too cold to tend to Boudreaux out there.
“My cabin,” she confirmed, then added, “On the couch.”
Hell would freeze over before she allowed him near her bed. Demons would be ice-skating in all nine circles of the damn place.
Understanding, Ford nodded. “I’ll get him there safely, babysit him until you come.”
“Thank you. For everything, Fordham.”
“My pleasure, as always, Mistress.”
It was just as simple as that, she thought. From fledgling acquaintances to friends who could ask anything of each other—that was the kind of bond Serenity brought out in its people.
She trusted Ford to keep Boudreaux safe; not that she’d mind if the annoyance from her past took an indelicate tumble off the edge of the mountain, but Evander and Elias would certainly have something to say about it—insurance, liability, and all those irritating legal responsibilities fell on their heads, after all.
Not to mention the fact they obviously liked him.
Dismissing all that, she set her attention to the dismantling of the scene area.
The cleaners would come in soon and take care of the DCD—Deep Clean and Disinfect—but Violet’s task was organizing everything into organized piles ready for the trash, to be sterilized, or simply to be returned to her personal collection.
As she systematically gathered toys and equipment, she tried not to relive the scene and examine the finer details of Boudreaux’s submission; learning his body language as a sub was a waste of time and effort on her part.
In a month, she’d be gone and he would go home to become his usual Dominant, seductive self.
One month was all she needed to survive.
Boudreaux
Someone managed to get his feet into his shoes.
That’s about all he remembered from between the time his soul was ripped out through his dick and sitting down gingerly on a marvelously soft couch with the blanket still wrapped around his naked body.
Every inch of him was still humming; his cock continued to vibrate, mirroring the ache in his rear. He swore the thud of the flogger had beaten enough heat into his muscles, he’d be able to run through the forest in the dead of winter without feeling the cold.
Violet surpassed every expectation, not pulling her punches.
It was no surprise she was attempting to drive him away using… harsh tactics. He knew he was threatening everything she’d built, her entire identity, and he was prepared to weather the consequences of being in her life… or so he’d thought.
It hadn’t escaped his notice that she refused to touch him with her bare hands. The vampire gloves were inspired, he could admit that. Pain, pleasure, and an impersonal touch rolled into one.
Submission was new to him—giving it, anyway. Receiving it was a gift he never took for granted, no matter who presented it, but being the one who offered it… that altered his perception considerably.
Fingers snapped in front of his face; Boudreaux blinked and focused on the attractive Dom who’d hauled his orgasm-drunk ass back here—wherever here was.
“Doing okay there, buddy?”
Reaux blinked again. This whole experience was actually quite surreal. Perhaps he should have explored the sub side of a Dom-sub dynamic sooner. But then, the question was, would Violet have been the one to open his eyes to the magnitude of this awakening? “Hmm?”