Palming his length, I felt his hard cock
through his pants.
The kiss continued. When I squeezed his
stiff shaft, Bolt groaned in my mouth.
Taking the note of encouragement, I opened
his pants and slid my hands inside.
Molten steel. His cock was ablaze with the
same heat I was feeling between my thighs. There was only one way I
wanted my fire dampened down. Him inside me.
“
Don’t make me wait,” I
pleaded.
“
Never,” he growled his
voice raspy with hunger. He walked me back a step until my back
touched the wooden equipment.
Digging into his pocket he removed a condom,
in a blink he had his pants below his hips and all his long, thick
length shielded from tip to base.
Clutching my waist, he lifted me. I was
shocked and impressed at his strength and determination. I was tall
and most men I’d dated didn’t even attempt to lift me, but Bolt had
succeeded marvelously, making me feel delicate and cherished.
“
Wrap your legs around
me.”
“
Yes, Sir.” I wasted no
time encircling his waist or reaching between us and taking hold of
his cock, again. I maneuvered it to the opening of my
sex.
I wiggled my hips, pressing him inside.
“
Look at me, Velvet,” he
demanded.
Raising my gaze to meet his, I loved the
beauty of his now darkened hazel eyes.
With a single hard thrust, he buried his
length fully inside of me.
I gasped and gripped his shoulders. Feeling
stretched and filled, it took me a moment to catch my breath.
Bolt placed light kisses on my mouth. “You
all right?”
I rotated my hips and enjoyed hearing his
quick intake of air. “I’m just good.”
“
Then let’s make this even
better for both of us.” Taking hold of my ass he pulled his cock
out then pumped it hard back into me.
Giving it back to him, I ground my sex onto
his dick and met him on the up stroke.
Over and over, he gave and I took. I thrust
and he pulled. We fucked hard, using the St. Andrew’s cross for
leverage of our loving. It had been an integral part of me
understanding my physical pain and now it was just as essential a
part of my discovering complete, unimaginable pleasure.
That was what I was experiencing with Dom
Bolt.
“
Let me see your breasts.”
Shoving my shirt and bra up my chest, he displayed them.
His heated gaze caressed my skin as my brown
breasts bounced and swayed between us. Leaning down, he covered one
with his mouth, drawing on the tight tip as he continued to pump
his cock deep.
The enclosed room was our sexual haven. It
was filled with the slapping of our sex, the sucking of his mouth
on my breast and my moans. I could smell the heady scent of our
arousal, a sensuous fragrance. A rainbow of colors flashed behind
my eyelids as I tried to hold on a little longer to the moment.
All my senses were engaged and goading me
towards the peak of ultimate sensual delights. I bit down on my lip
and beads of sweat popped out on my forehead as I tried to fight
off the need to climax. I didn’t want to plunge into paradise and
end this delicious pleasure, regrettably concluding my night with
Bolt.
When he fingered my clit, I shrieked as my
orgasm struck me like a high-speed semi.
Bolt silenced my cries as he palmed the back
of my head and sealed his mouth on mine in a passionate kiss as he
bucked against me, coming.
I swallowed his groan, and experienced every
tremor that raked through his body.
On and on we kissed and fucked through each
current into a second orgasm for us both. Somewhere in the
distance, the sound of firecrackers exploding in the sky was going
off. It was a new year.
Sighing I pulled my mouth away from his,
then buried my nose in his neck. As I was warmed from the inside
out, in the afterglow of our loving, I committed his scent to
memory.
There was nothing about this night I wanted
to forget.
Leaning back, he looked at me as he fingered
my hair away from my face. “You would truly make a Dom a wonderful
sub.”
This was my cue to go.
I glanced away, not wanting him to see the
regret in my eyes.
His hand stopped playing in my hair.
“Velvet?”
“
Um…I really should find
Tigger.” Unhooking my ankles, I tried to lower them to the floor,
but Bolt’s grip held fast.
When I peeped up at him, I could see the
question in his expression. However, he didn’t press. Instead, he
helped me regain my footing and stepped back.
After I pulled down my shirt and readjusted
my bra, I rushed to the corner chair for my skirt, heels and
panties. I couldn’t help but notice how my hands were shaking,
since it took me several attempts to finally balance myself and get
my thong pulled up.
The room was silent and it seemed cooler
now. Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath before
slowly turning around.
Bolt leaned on the wall beside the blue
flogger, now returned to its place.
“
First, I want to say
thank you for tonight,” he began, his tone low and
unassuming.
I hated to admit it to myself, but I missed
the commanding voice from before. Taking a few steps toward him,
and subsequently the door, I said, “I think I should be thanking
you. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have had a mind-altering
experience.”
His lips stretched into a small smile. I was
happy to see a glimmer of light reflecting in his gaze.
He pushed away from the wall and moved
closer to me. “I’m glad. Can I hope that I will see you here again?
Or possibly exchange numbers, Velvet?”
That’s not even my name. How can I consider
keeping this going or seeing if there could be a relationship
beyond this when the man before me doesn’t really know who I am.
Not to mention I don’t know anything else about him but that he is
kind, compassionate, most likely a great Dom and sexy as hell.
Shaking my head, I said, “I have enjoyed
tonight, immensely. Even though I’ve tapped into a hidden facet of
my being, I’m a private person. Not to mention my job doesn’t leave
room for me traipsing up to Greenville every week for a little
spanky, spanky.”
“
That’s understandable. My
job is demanding, too. However, that doesn’t mean this has to be
all there is between us—tonight.” He closed the distance and
reached for my hand.
Sidestepping his attempt, I moved closer to
the door. “I have an image to uphold. I should not have even risked
coming here tonight.”
“
But, you did. Evidently,
whatever your life demands of you, it is not enough to fill all
your needs, Velvet.”
I couldn’t allow myself to think about his
words, consider how he might be correct. “Look, please stop calling
me that.”
“
Then what do you want me
to call you? Tell me who you are?” His voice held a heavy note of
sincerity.
“
I…it’s…”
“
Excuse me, Ma’am, have
you seen a tall black woman up here?”
Adrienne. “I’m in here, Tigger!”
There was a single sharp rap on the
door.
Bolt stared at me, his gaze locked on mine.
For a moment the silence was so intense I thought he would deny my
friend entrance or ask me my name a second time. However, he
didn’t. Instead, he walked to the door and grabbed the handle.
“
Since you’re in such a
hurry to return to your staid life, I won’t keep you.”
“
It’s not you. I
just—”
He cut me off by pulling the door open,
wide.
Adrienne stood there dressed in her pink
slacks and cream sweater and a euphoric smile on her lips. “There
you are. I’m so glad you came with me because I don’t think I’m any
good for driving.”
“
I’m glad you enjoyed
yourself.” I told her. Shifting my gaze to the man I’d spent
several hours with in this room, my heart ached. I wanted to say
something to him. Even risk giving him my name. Maybe tell him if
he were ever in Charlotte to look me up.
However, I didn’t. I walked to the door and
paused briefly before him and kissed him on the cheek. That small
gesture seemed so anticlimactic after everything we had shared.
But, it was all I could give him. “Thank you, again. I’ll never
forget this night, Dom Bolt.”
Lifting his hand, he caressed the side of my
face with a finger, barely touching me. “Goodbye, Velvet.”
I exhaled, turned and walked out.
“
Velvet. There’s got to be
a story here.” Adrienne moved along the hall beside me heading to
the stairs that would take us to the next level and out the front
door.
“
No, story, girl.” I
exhaled. “At least not one worth rehashing tonight.” My emotions
were too raw for that.
Respecting my stance, Adrienne remained
silent as we made our way away from the mansion.
The further I drove away, the more my body
tensed and my heart pounded hard in my chest. Telling me I’d made
the wrong decision.
However, I had to stick by it, this may be
Tigger’s life, but it isn’t mine.
~YH~
Three weeks later, I pulled into the
courthouse parking lot with my cell phone pressed to my ear as my
paralegal conveyed a hectic message from one of my clients.
The lot around me was practically empty;
only five other cars. The courts were observing Dr. King’s
birthday. My firm was closed on Friday, but I would still be giving
the staff a half day today.
“
Okay, Robert, just tell
Mrs. George that I will meet her at my office in about an hour. I’m
dropping these papers off to the judge for Ms. Hanston then
stopping for coffee and then I’ll be there.”
That favor was why I was here. My partner,
Lisa Hanston, had made arrangements with the family court judge to
deliver some ad litem reports to him. Since Lisa had to leave town
for a few days because her mother was sick, I was dropping them off
for her.
Familial issues were Lisa’s specialty. Give
me business law any day instead of dealing with a bunch of
emotional entanglement. To me, business was a lot more cut and
dry.
“
Got it, Ms. LaBaun. I’ll
call the client back and let her know when to be here,” my
paralegal Robert responded.
“
Thanks.” I ended the call
then placed my cell in the glove compartment since I wouldn’t be
able to take it inside. Opening the door, I stepped out of my
car.
Moments later, I knocked at the back door
and smiled as the guard let me in.
“
How can I help you?” he
asked.
Holding the package before him, I said,
“Judge Nolen requested papers from Attorney Hanston.”
Nodding, he directed me to sign in. I placed
my keys and briefcase in the belt of the small scanner. After I
passed through the metal detector and had the delight of the wand
passing over my body, I was dismissed.
I was grateful that there weren’t any other
people around so the elevator was ready for me to take it up to the
fifth floor. Once there, I glanced on the board and located Judge
Nolen’s room number.
The door was slightly cracked when I got to
it. I could hear soft jazz music playing. Whoever this judge was,
he’d already won my heart with the sultry tones of a saxophone.
Tapping lightly, I stood to the side of the
door, away from the opening, and swayed to the beat. I wasn’t
familiar with the song playing and I made a mental note to ask the
judge about the artist so I could buy the CD.
“
Come in,” came a deep
voice from within, distracted.
Most likely, he was using the down day to
catch up on his own work.
Pushing the door slowly, I said, “Sorry,
Judge Nolen, I’m only going to disturb you for a moment to drop off
the papers you requested for Atto—”
My words faltered as I stood there, three
feet in the room, with the intense hazel gaze of Dom Bolt staring
at me from across the mahogany desk.
Slowly, he rose to his full height,
recognition in his features.
It had only been weeks since I’d seen him at
Bondage Seekers. But, my heart had not forgotten him and it kicked
up speed. My body recalled everything we had shared as well; it
begins to throb in time with my heart.
“
I must be dreaming.” He
rounded the desk.
Has he been dreaming about me?
“
Hi, Dom—” I caught
myself. “Judge Nolen. I have the papers for you.” Holding them out
to him, I prayed he didn’t notice my hands shaking.
Moving closer, he took the envelope and
dropped it on his desk, but he hadn’t let go of my hand.
“
I’m Dorian Nolen,” he
said, his gaze never leaving my face.
Licking my lips, I recognized Fate’s hand in
the moment and didn’t try to flee. “I’m Nevea LaBaun.”
“
Nevea.” H whispered, his
thumb stroking the back of my hand. “It’s nice to meet
you.”
I felt my face warming at his words. It
seemed only slightly odd that this man that had seen me naked and
had loved me up against a cross in a crowded mansion would be so
gallant and respectful, now.
“
You, too,
Dorian.”
“
Are you a paralegal for
Attroney Hanston?”
I didn’t take offense. This man only knew me
on a physical level and I could see in the clear green of his eyes
he wanted to know more…everything. I would never have pegged him as
a judge. Dorian was much younger than most. “No. She and I are
partners. I do business law.”
“
That’s why I’ve never
seen you in my courtroom. Excellent, no conflict of
interest.”