Chapter 53 Violet Worship
Violet Worship
Leo’s on the phone as he cooks breakfast. I watch him as I glance through the paperwork for Nan’s Bookstore.
She officially moved down to Georgia early autumn.
I’m happy for her. Besides her leaving, more changes will occur to the store, such as renovating the space next door to be a café, connecting them.
It’s a large project, but Leo and myself believe in the future plans I have for that block and the next one over.
Most of my time was spent taking care of the Italian Lily, apart from being the owner, I’ve taken over parts of Chiari’s job of the more…
illegal side of things. It kept me busy, and it meant Chiari finally took shorter hours, which Trix loved.
Although Chiari would’ve anyways if Trix asked, just as Isaac worked less hours for Leanne.
Better balance. It was for all of us, well… most days.
I close the paperwork that would ensure Nan’s and Finn’s legacy. Briefly, I glance over my shoulder to look at the snow swirling outside. Leo mutters over the phone, pulling my attention back to him. He turns the oven off, putting everything onto our plates as he stops and glowers at the counter.
“It’s a quick interview, that’s it, Jameson, you can handle that,” Leo says. “Carrie knows what she’s doing. And then you can avoid her for the next month. Adiós.”
He hangs up, rubbing his temple as he slides his phone away.
Past few weeks he’s been busy with the Golden Laurel.
Jameson’s mostly been in Boston since Christmas to take care of issues, fighting with Carrie about everything.
On top of that, two of DeLuca’s captains were killed by some smaller rival gang.
Leo has nothing to do with it, except getting a headache from them.
Not to mention Vincenzo and Giovanna are essentially at war with the other in Italy.
Again, not involved, but it didn’t stop the headaches.
His shoulder tenses as he grabs the plates, setting them in our spots. “I should’ve sent Owen or Julio.”
“It’ll be fine. He’s just not used to interviews,” I say. “And Carrie loves pushing his buttons.”
He grunts, sitting down in his seat as he rubs his face. I reach over, gripping his leg to catch his attention. He looks over, and he already looks tired. It’s not even nine yet.
“Why don’t we pull a Ferris Bueller today?” I suggest, smirking a little. He gives me one back, grabbing my hand to bring up and kiss my wrist. “They’ll survive for a day.”
He hums, staring down at breakfast.
Carefully, I get up and run my hands over his thighs. I step between his legs, continuing to run my hands up his sides. That finally gets him to bring his attention back to me.
“No work today,” I state, keeping my eyes with his.
Slowly, I feel his rigidness vanish as he nods.
“We’ll silence our phones. I’ll tell Xavier no interruptions and inform Owen and Chiari as well.
” He nods again, taking longer breaths as he strokes his hands over my hips.
“Then we’ll spend the rest of the day in the playroom. ”
A calmness already settles over Leo as pride and elation flick over me as power shifts. I grab his face, thumbs brushing over his skin.
“Just you and me. Do you want that, baby?”
Hazel eyes simmer with need before he leans forward, kissing me gently. “Yes, Mistress.”
I lock Leo’s wrist in place to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
I double check he’s secure with the padded leather cuffs.
They’re the only ones he’s willing to wear, and I refuse to use metal cuffs.
I crouch, securing his ankle next, and then move to the other side.
My hands slide up his naked leg as Leo submits to the restraints, relaxing against the cross.
He’s naked apart from the cock cage chastity belt he wears.
It’s leather, small buckles around his half erect cock to pull up against the leather front.
My hands slide over his buttocks and his breath hitches as I check that the anal plug attached to the belt is seated well in his ass.
The room is dimly lit as the lights sparkle in the ceiling.
I have a few more lights brought up in the areas I plan to move to during the session, along with items already there.
The rest are on a small wooden, tiered cart.
I can easily move it around the room, after the rug has been rolled up.
It also has a hook for a singular forearm crutch in case I need it.
My wheelchair, KITT, is in the back corner of the room.
I doubt I’ll need it today, but we always keep them nearby.
Leo can also undo his cuffs on his own in case my body physically gives out.
I step back, glancing at the resin floor that shimmers within the violet room.
I get to the cart, bringing it closer to Leo.
It has everything I want and need from toys, wipes, emergency shears, and first aid.
My gaze flicks over myself as the low hum of the music vibrates through the room.
I’m wearing lingerie from Rome, the strappy one.
I’ve found myself staying within the Domme/Mistress role when I wear them.
Over the course of the last few months, our power dynamics have evolved and strengthened as we’ve worked through new kinks and triggers.
Dr. Maxwell also helped once we finally admitted we were both Switches and realized he’s been in the BDSM scene for decades.
I wasn’t surprised after the books he suggested, but Leo was.
Most of our desires and needs hadn’t changed, but a few things had to be adapted.
Such as my physical disabilities, especially on bad pain flare-up days.
Leo wanted to be tied up and bound, but due to trauma it had to be more specific for him.
He still could easily slip into Subspace knowing I was the one in charge, and with that came his full Submission in being used or fucked.
I grab the first flogger, twirling it in my hand easily after months of training. Leo’s breath picks up at the sound of the swishing tails. I twirl them more.
“Check in, baby.”
“Green, Mistress.”
“Good boy,” I praise, and then snap the leather tails along his shoulder.
Leo doesn’t flinch. He rarely does from the first couple of floggers. The sound of the leather hitting flesh saturates the air. The rustling joining the smacks and Leo’s breathing patterns.
Jolts of excitement move through my body as that sensation of control thrum over me. The off feeling of hitting him is distant, while I focus on him for small tells of where he’s at physically and mentally. He hums at the light flogging.
I stop, moving closer to run my hand over his skin.
The heat of him already invigorating and tantalizing.
My fingers trace over the wings of his tattoo, and then a singular finger drags down his spine to slip under the hard leather of the belt.
His breath hitches as I pull a little, then let go.
Smiling, I kiss the middle of the flaming sword.
“Do you like when I touch you?” I whisper.
“Yes, Mistress,” he rasps.
“We’ve barely started, and you’re practically panting, baby,” I tease, kissing his spine again as I move a hand to his front. He jolts when I faintly trace a finger over his strapped in cock. I do it once more, and his breath hitches.
Done with my teasing, I step back and switch out the flogger for one with braided tails. I swing the flogger, testing the weight. It snaps in the air, and I notice Leo’s hand clenches. His ankles clink where the locks are.
“Check in,” I ask.
“Green, Mistress.”
I twist my wrist, flinging the tails forward.
They snap at the isolated spot at his shoulder.
His breath hitches as I do it to the other side, moving down to his ass.
I’m careful where the belt is, not hitting him directly over it.
I continue the pattern, moving to various spots.
A satisfied groan comes out of him as I continue, going back up to his shoulders.
Leo’s head hangs as he exhales heavily. I give one last hard snap across his ass, and he grunts.
Dropping the flogger onto the cart, I grab a pinwheel and roll it down his spine.
He arches his back, cuffs clinking against the cross’ hard points.
My other hand runs over where I hit him, noting slight redness in some spots.
I rub his shoulders a little as I continue to distract him with the pinwheel rolling over his skin.
I have it follow the length of leather to his front, his body jerking as it rolls just below his belly button.
A shudder leaves him as I roll it back towards me, following the outline of his tattooed wings, which ripple as his skin reacts to the metal wheel.
“Mistress,” he pleads.
“Tired of me teasing you?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Don’t lie,” I say softly, kissing his shoulder.
My hand slides up to the only other thing he wears: a thick, dark leather collar with three silver rings in the front, two in the back. I lightly yank on a ring, making him bring his head up.
“Do you want more pain, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“What else do you say?”
“Please, Mistress. Please, more.”
“Do you want to be used?”
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice beseeching.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Mistress.”
“I’m the only one allowed to use and touch you like this.” My hand moves down, going back to lightly trace a finger over his cock. He jerks, shivering at the touch. “All mine, right, baby?”
“Yes.” He breathes heavily, jaw going slack as he shuts his eyes. “Mistress.”
“That’s my good boy. All mine.” Another shudder goes over him.
I step back to put the pinwheel away, shivers running down my own spine. That primal, territorial feeling I get comes like a wave. A need to give him what he needs, knowing he feels safe with me, supplementing what I want—control.