Descent (Inferno Book 1) Page 12

  A small bar was set up on one side of the room with a silver tray holding a crystal decanter, two crystal tumblers, and several bottles of scotch. Pouring two glasses, I sat down on my throne.

  The room also featured a large TV screen mounted on the wall. A red velvet chaise lounge sat in one corner. Two, four-foot-tall cut glass lamps sat on either side of the lounge.

  There was a small play area constructed in the opposite corner of the room. I seldom used it, but there was a rack of various implements such as a leather flogger, a crop, handcuffs, restraints, and a whip.

  I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt. It was a bit warm in here. I sipped my scotch waiting for Leda to arrive.

  At exactly 8 pm, there was a soft knock at my door.

  She was prompt.

  Smiling, I threw open the door.

  “Please come in.”

  She removed her light blue overcoat. I took it from her and hung it up neatly on the coat rack. Wearing a tight black dress with stiletto heels, I was pleased to note she’d followed my instructions. No stockings and I assumed no panties. But I would let my hands find that out later.

  Her long silky hair was swept back from her face and caught low with a silver barrette. Small diamond studs sparkled from her lobes. Her perfume was light and airy.

  As I watched her walk towards the sofa, she moved with a grace that would make the angels jealous. She smiled nervously as she sat down.

  Handing her a glass of scotch, I took my seat on the throne.

  “Is that a real throne?” She asked as she sipped the liquor.

  I chuckled.

  “Not exactly. It is an antique Baroque chair. When I was young, I thought it was a real throne. We actually call this the Throne Room.”

  She laughed slightly. Her eyes were lit with desire I could feel her rampant sensuality coursing through her veins. She exuded sex.

  “Leda, let me first start by telling you most women never make it past the threshold of this room. The fact that I invited you and that you came makes this meeting very special. Additionally, I take the invitation I’m extending you as quite serious. I don’t play lightly with women. I also don’t enjoy long explanations. So, heed this warning. I will not take the time to explain my requirements and the rules of Seven again. You need to listen carefully. I do not appreciate people who waste my time.” I finished my scotch and placed the glass on the table next to me.

  She nodded.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now, the rules of Seven are unlike any other club you’ve ever been to. My particular rules of the Initiation process are separate from the club rules. The rules of Seven are simple.

  An Initiate or a club member may not engage in scenes outside of the club. This is the most important rule. If you do, there will be consequences, and you will not like them, I assure you.

  Once an Initiate has started the Initiation Process with a Dom, she cannot be released to another Dom without the permission of the Master Dom.

  The Initiation process has no set time limits. It lasts as long as it takes for that Initiate to complete the Dom’s Seven Circles.

  Each Dom has his own personal set of rules for an Initiate or Sub to follow. Once an Initiate has passed the process, she will be inducted into the Club for full membership status as a Sub. At that point, she is free to play with various club members.

  New Subs may not bring outsiders to Initiate Night for six months.

  Membership into Seven is for Life.

  If an Initiate fails to complete the Initiation Process, she will be barred from entering Seven again.

  “Do you understand these rules, Leda?” I folded the list and handed it to her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now onto my personal rules. These are the ones I want you to give your full attention to.”

  You will make a safe word of your choice, and that will remain your safe word for the duration.

  This is strictly a physical relationship. Nothing more or less is expected from you.

  You will not contact me without permission unless it’s a case of extreme emergency.

  You will wear whatever I request you to wear. You will obey my every command without question. In that respect, please be aware that I will never do anything to permanently harm you.

  Per the club’s rules, you will not engage in sexual conduct with any other member of this club other than myself until you have been initiated. You are not to have scenes with anyone else outside this club at any time.

  Failure to adhere to these rules will result in immediate termination of our relationship.

  I finished reading the rules to her. Like every other woman before her, she looked a bit shocked, but she nodded accepting the rules.

  “Good. Please believe me when I say that I will not tolerate ANY of these rules being broken. Also, if you safeword more than three times before each circle is completed, I will terminate you then as well. It’s happened too many times before.” I slapped the papers in my hand for emphasis.

  Leda looked at me with her soft blue eyes. She didn’t look intimidated she looked interested.

  “I don’t want to frighten you, Leda, but no one has made it past the second circle with me.” I hated saying that as I felt it was more of a failure on my part than on the women’s part.

  “I see. Well, I hope that I will be different, Sir.”

  I nodded.

  “I believe you will, dear Leda,” I replied as I took her hand into mine.

  Desire burned in her eyes lighting a fire within me. I knew the time to ignite our passion had come. How I longed to see its’ flame.

  “Leda.” Her name was the only word I wanted to utter. My voice echoed throughout the room as I pulled her body close to mine. I felt her full tits pressed against my chest. Running my hand up her leg, I was pleased to find she’d obeyed me by not wearing any panties. My fingers stroked her velvety wetness as she moaned in my ear.

  “Sir,” she whispered. Her body tensed as I continued to strum her clit lightly. I wanted her, oh how I wanted her. I yearned to lean her over the throne yank her dress up and fuck her right then and there.

  But I didn’t.

  My cock twitched annoyingly at me telling me I was making a mistake by not doing just that. But my plans for Leda were far more intense than just a quick fuck.

  No, Leda was the woman I’d been waiting for. I wanted to take my sweet time breaking her.

  As my lips teased her soft neck, I inhaled her perfume. Her breathing quickened as I brought my lips to her mouth.

  18

  Leda

  Colt and I were meeting after work this evening for dinner. I found myself spending extra time in my closet this morning trying to pick out something that looked lovely. I settled on an ocean blue dress with a plunging neckline, black stockings, and black knee-high heeled boots. I pulled on my wool coat and headed to work.

  I sped through my day, excited about meeting Colt for dinner. When five o’clock rolled around, I was out the door. Traffic wasn’t terrible, but it still slowed me down in areas. Thankfully, I made it on time and pulled into the valet.

  I saw Colt sitting in the bar with a glass in his hand. His head was tilted upward, watching some sports highlights on the TV overhead. From the back, he looked incredible. I could tell his suit had been tailored because of the way the jacket hugged his upper back and tapered down in a clean line. The suit was blue, but not navy. This blue had character and wasn’t your typical blue. He wore saddle colored wingtip shoes that looked perfect with the blue suit. I walked a little closer, just to take in the sight of him. I could tell he wore a white shirt underneath and my fingertip ached to reach up and trace his perfectly trimmed hairline along his neck.

  It was as though he could sense someone checking him out from behind and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. When he saw me, he turned all the way around and leaned back against the bar, propping both elbows back on the bar top. As he did that, it pulled his suit jacke
t open, revealing his white dress pulled tight across his chest muscles. His tie was mostly navy with thin light blue diagonal stripes. He looked like a million dollars. And that watch—time piece, caught the light. Colt knew what he was doing and smirked with raised eyebrows as he moved his wrist. I smiled at him and closed the distance between us.

  “Hi,” he gave me a lopsided smile and kissed my forehead.

  Once seated, I began pouring over the menu. I had never been here before and was trying to make a quick decision because I had a feeling he had been here before and probably knew exactly what he wanted. As we worked on our salads, he lunged right into topics and questions regarding BDSM.

  “Are there any dynamics that you wouldn’t be interested in trying?” his asked, eyebrows raised.

  “I don’t think so. I’m pretty open to trying things. At least, there aren’t any that come to my mind at the moment that I wouldn’t be open to at least trying.”

  He nodded and smiled. God, that smile, and those warm eyes.

  “When you visit with Service Tops, do you often negotiate the same type of play?”

  “Usually, yes. It’s impact play.”

  “Have you ever said your safe word while with a Service Top?”

  “I haven’t.”

  “Never been pushed to your edge?”

  “Not yet.”

  He gazed at me while he chewed.

  “Did you masturbate this morning before work, Leda?” Colt casually asked before taking a sip from his water goblet.

  Shit. He just asks whatever he wants, whenever he wants. It doesn’t matter where he’s at. I shook my head as he continued to watch me.

  “No? Damn. I was hoping I was on your mind again this morning.”

  “You were. I just didn’t give into the urge to play.”

  “You exercise good control.”

  We were quiet for a few moments while the server cleared our plates.

  “I don’t play with myself often.”

  “Why?”

  “I feel guilty when I give myself pleasure,” I replied honestly.

  Colt made a tsking noise, then shook his head while laughing quietly.

  “Oh, Leda. Never feel guilty for feeling good, sweetheart.” For whatever reason, I loved hearing him say that term of endearment to me. “You have a lot of clutter in your head, Leda. It prevents you from letting loose and realizing your full potential and completely submitting.”

  He pinned me with his icy stare until I smiled, causing the corners of his mouth to curve up.

  “Did you have plans to the rest of the evening? Because if not, I’d like to spank that ass of yours and introduce your mouth to my cock.”

  What?

  Did he just actually say that at the table so casually?

  Colt’s expression hadn’t changed and his dark eyes danced with fire across from me.

  “I didn’t have plans, Colt.”

  “You do now.” Colt retrieved his credit card from his wallet and tossed it on the table, all while he continued to stare at me. “Better text Wade’s girl. Let her know you’ll be out late, so she doesn’t worry. The last thing I want is Wade blowing up my cell phone unnecessarily.”

  I nodded and pulled my cell phone out to text Chastity and let her know I’d be out late with Colt. Heat began gathering between my legs as I recalled what he had said: I’d like to spank that ass of yours and introduce your mouth to my cock.

  As we walked out of the restaurant, I began to wonder where he was taking me. When we arrived at the valet podium, I pulled my ticket out, but Colt grabbed it.

  “Put it away. We’re taking my car. We’ll get there faster.”

  “Where are we going?”

  He whipped his head around and looked at me like I just asked the craziest question.

  “Seven, Leda.”

  “All the way out there?”

  “That’s why I said my car is faster. I can’t spank your ass and engage in the twisted shit I want to do to you off Seven’s grounds.”

  Colt’s Ferrari pulled up, and he opened the passenger door for me. I sunk down into his impressive car and turned my attention to the driver’s door. When it opened, he took a brief moment and adjusted himself before he sat down. I felt my clit swell at the sight of his rigidness trapped behind his pants.

  We zipped off, and he was quiet until we got outside the city limits and out on the dark highway that led to Seven.

  “Are those pantyhose or stockings with garters?”

  “Stockings with garters.”

  “Pull your dress up…part your legs. Now, rub your pussy, but don’t stick a finger in and don’t come. I just want you to rub.”

  I carefully began slowly rubbing. I traced my pussy lips and my swollen clit for the rest of our drive.

  “How’s that clit doing?” Colt asked after we had driven several miles.

  “Um, it’s fine.”

  Colt reached over and pushed my hand out of the way. He tapped my clit with one of his fingers before he laughed.

  “Leda, Leda, Leda. That thing is aching to be punished.”

  I was glad it was dark in his car so he couldn’t see me blush. He was right though, I ached.

  “Just a mile left. Fix your panties and your dress.”

  I guided my panties back into place and tugged my dress down. In valet, Colt put the car in park and quickly came around to my side and opened the door before I even had the seatbelt off. He pulled me out of the car, and I glanced over my shoulder at the dark woods behind us.

  “Clutter, Leda.”

  I nodded at him as he took hold of my upper arm and ushered me inside. As soon as we were in the lobby, a flurry of check in attendants all chimed off their greeting to Colt. None received a response.

  Colt briskly led us through the foyer and down a hallway to a room with an open door. He shut the door behind us quickly, and he began surveying the contents of the room as he pulled off his suit jacket.

  “Your safe word has been ‘metal’ when we’ve played. Do you still want to use that word as your safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Clothes off and kneel. Keep your legs shoulder width apart and sit back on your heels.”

  My nipples ached and itched to be groped the second my bra came off. I hope he works me over tonight. I really could use this.

  Colt retrieved a flogger and strode over to me, removing his shirt and tie as he went. As he got closer, I could smell the oil from the leather falls. He crouched in front of me and firmly took hold of my chin.

  “You’re in need of feeling some sharp bites of pain, and I’m in need to giving you that pain. Leda, the safe word is ‘metal,’ don’t forget it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Get on all fours.”

  I leaned forward, pressing my palms to the hardwood floor. Colt pulled my hair off my back and draped it over one shoulder. He began a measured walk from my head along my right side to my feet. As he walked, he dragged the leather falls down my skin. He walked the length of my left side, repeating the motions until he stopped at my head.

  I saw him shift his weight and a moment later I left the leather as it crashed onto my back. I arched my back to acclimate, and Colt began his path around my body again. This time, instead of dragging the falls along my body, he made quick, flicks of his wrist causing the heavy falls to slap against my skin. When he reached my feet, he brought the flogger down on my ass and then made two perfectly aimed swats on the backs of my thighs. The falls curved to the inside of my thighs, catching me off guard.

  “Ahh!” I cried out.

  Colt repeated his path ten more times before he dropped the flogger and crouched down by my left side.

  “Such a good girl, Leda.”

  Colt reached under me and tweaked my nipples. I felt the bite all the way down to my clit as he tugged and pulled on them. He began spanking my ass with his bare hands, alternating which cheek he hit. On occasion, he spanked my pussy with a downward swatting motion wit
h his fingertips.

  This went on and on until the pain became less and less, and my clit and nipples swelled with excitement. With each swat of his bare hand, the pressure continued to build. Colt stopped spanking me and stood up. Taking a handful of my hair, he tugged it back so I’d look up at him.

  Colt traced his firmness over his suit pants. I wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it, taste it and feel it slide between my lips. I slowly let my tongue slide along my lips to moisten them.

  His chest expanded as a small noise escaped his mouth. His voice caught, and he narrowed his eyes.

  “Leda,” he whispered.

  “Sir.”

  Colt took another deep breath, released my hair and reached for his belt. Frozen on the spot, I eagerly waited for him to reveal what he has been keeping. His eyes stayed on mine as he lowered his pants and boxer briefs and grabbed hold of his impressive shaft. At the base of his cock was well manicured and trimmed dark hair. His ball sac appeared heavy, full, and minus hair.

  “You look like you’re ready to be acquainted.” Colt prompted.

  “Yes, Sir,” I flashed a smile at him.

  Colt stepped from his shoes and pants before turning and walking to the leather couch that was in the room. Damn. His ass was incredible. As he walked, I could see the lines of the muscles in his legs flex. Colt sat down on the couch, still with his cock in his hand.

  He stared at me from across the room while he slowly stroked himself. My God, it was hot. From the couch, he picked up a crop and slapped the leather cushion next to him.

  “Your knees go here, Leda,” Colt said as he slapped the cushion again. “Crawl over here. I want to see those tits sway beneath you.”

  I crawled over to the couch and put my knees where he had instructed them to be positioned on the cushion. I waited for the next instruction, hoping that it’d be to suck him. Colt slapped my breasts and nipples with the crop, and when I closed my eyes to revel in the bite of the crop, he smacked my clit between my parted legs.