Velvet Desire: The Velvet Vault Series Read online

  VELVET DESIRE

  Copyright 2020 by Linny Lawless

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  This book is a work of fiction. Some of the places named in the book are actual places found in Virginia. The names, characters, brands, and incidents are either the product of my imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.

  This book contains mature content and is intended for adults 18+ only.

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  Contents

  Baxter

  Proverb

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Cougar Queen Preview

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Linny

  About the Author

  I’m the Master of my craft - flogging a woman or man who yearns for that erotic thrill of both pain and pleasure. A gorgeous little nymph walks into the Velvet Vault – the most decadent BDSM club in New Orleans. Her name is Chloe and she’s just as mysterious as she is delectable and enticing. She will be mine to command, punish, please and cherish. Chloe has much to learn and I will be the one to teach her all things in my world of BDSM – to help set her free from repression and cruelty.

  “Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other”

  ― Marquis de Sade

  My Master locked me in the cage earlier that morning before he left the house. He railed and shouted at me, his fist clenched at his sides, “You will stay in the cage all day and think about what is important, slave! This is your punishment, yet again, because of your own selfishness!”

  I cried most of the day as I sat in the cage, hugging my knees to my chest. The bruises Master left on my body would heal over as they always did. No one would ever see them, or know how alone and empty I felt inside. I had done so many things to please my Master, some of them I felt ashamed of later. But no matter what I did or how hard I tried to please him; it was never good enough. I was never good enough.

  The sweltering heat, the Magnolia flowers and Spanish moss that hung from huge trees here in the south were some of the things I loved about New Orleans. I also loved the streetcars along St. Charles Ave, the old bars, taverns, and sex toy shops in the French Quarter. New Orleans was rich with history dating back to the 1700’s but was also very arousing to me with its decadent vibe. I’d lived both on the east coast and west coast but I always ended up back in New Orleans. It was where I belonged. I knew I was a Dominant, or as some would say, a sexual deviant, ever since I was just a young horny teenager stumbling along through puberty. Within my world, I was able to let go and express myself, and live out my sexual fantasies. I also learned how to control my anger as a young man, not letting it consume or wreck me or my reputation. I opened my eyes and mind to all that surrounded me in this world including the people in it.

  When I lived in Houston, Texas, I was in a rich polyamorous relationship with Kassandra and her late husband, Jared Butler, for years. When it came to legal and social fluff, they had a monogamous vanilla relationship, but within our world of BDSM, it was so much more. Jared loved Kassandra as his submissive, his property, and his most precious living being. Jared was her Dom, her Owner, and her everything. Jared and I had a mutual understanding and we indulged in sexual pleasures with our main focus being Kassandra. Jared was a rich man. He was born into it – Butler Oil. When it was his time to reign over the business, he became the CEO and ran it like a well-tuned money machine.

  Jared’s death from a sudden heart attack left Kassandra heartbroken. She spiraled down into loneliness and depression that even I couldn’t help pull her out of. She felt lost and empty and moved back to New Orleans, which was her childhood home. I followed her back because there was nothing left for me in Houston. Then, along came the young Aiden Foster who helped her feel alive and young again as he played the role of her boy-toy. As Kassandra and Aiden’s relationship grew, he moved into her immense home in the Garden District. I knew young men like Aiden were only after women of Kassandra’s age for their money. Not only was Kassandra rich, but she was also a strikingly beautiful woman in her early 50’s.

  I was very protective of Kassandra. As her friend, lover and play partner, I kept my eye on Aiden. We didn’t get along at first, but I could see the happiness in Kassandra’s eyes and knew Aiden did it for her.

  I was with her that night as walked into the Velvet Vault together. I was dressed in a tailored black suit complete with black shirt and sported my favorite purple tie – which had given me plenty of good luck on several occasions. Kassandra was looking sexy as fuck in a black see-through mesh catsuit, wearing her red velvet stiletto heels that Aiden had ordered specially for her when they first met.

  Kassandra helped Aiden get a job as one of the club’s bartenders and that night he worked staying busy behind the bar wearing nothing but one of those Tarzan loincloths made with soft suede.

  Aiden rushed over to us and dropped down to his knees at Kassandra’s feet like a well-trained fuckboy and kissed the top of her shoe.

  “Mistress, I worship you.” Aiden said quietly.

  “Good boy.” Kassandra crooned. “Now you may lift your eyes and look up at me.”

  He looked up as she held out a small box and opened it to reveal the wristband she had made just for him.

  Kassandra’s voice was soft and her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke, “I offer you this wristband made of pure platinum, to wear and claim ownership of your body and your heart. Will you accept this band and accept me as your Mistress?”

  Aiden’s jaw dropped and for some dumb reason, he looked at me. I smirked but tried to sound as serious as I could and berated him. “Well, slut-boy? Don’t look at me! Answer your Mistress.”

  He shut his mouth, rose up off his knees, and looked directly into Kassandra’s eyes, “Yes, I do accept this band and will be so proud to wear it as your submissive. I accept you, Kassandra, as my Queen.”

  It was four months later and well into the fall season as I sat in a small conference room beside Kassandra. We were in Raymond Steel’s office located on St. Charles Avenue across the street from the Pontchartrain Hotel. I was a rich man because of my family history of plantation owners and Raymond was my very loyal and well-paid attorney who saved me through a few financial and legal would-be disasters throughout the years. We were all there to make
our ownership of the Velvet Vault Club legal. Kassandra was going into a partnership with me. We would be co-owners, split 50/50, with me managing it.

  Raymond reached across the mahogany conference room table and handed the legal documents to Kassandra first, peering at her above his reading glasses, “I will just need your signature on these documents Mrs. Butler, along with Baxter’s, and the acquisition and ownership of the Velvet Vault Club will belong to you both.”

  She flashed her gorgeous smile at him, “Please, call me Kassandra.”

  Raymond cleared his throat as she took the documents from him, clearly affected by Kassandra’s beauty, with her long raven hair and sensual ruby red lips.

  I smirked, amused at Raymond’s reaction to her smile. “We plan to have all the locks and security access codes changed first thing tomorrow morning.”

  Even though dollar signs flashed in the eyes of the previous owner at our offer and our signatures on these documents solidified the deal, I’m a cautious man. The previous owner’s name was Landon Perry. He had a shady reputation. I’d heard through people in the kink scene that some incidents at the club were deemed extreme, downright dangerous and even illegal. A man like him could wake up one morning and regret selling the Velvet Vault to us.

  “Good idea, Baxter. I met with Landon’s attorney yesterday and he seems just as shady as Landon is.” Raymond replied.

  After we left Raymond’s office, I drove Kassandra to Canal Street Bistro for lunch to celebrate our new partnership of the Velvet Vault. We sat together, outside on the terrace, Kassandra sipping white wine and me with a nice cold glass of German lager.

  Kassandra was twenty years older than me, and the most beautiful woman I knew and loved. She was regal and confident sipping her wine as a warm October breeze loosened a few strands of her long dark hair.

  I reached over and placed my hand over hers. “It makes me happy to see you glowing like a teenage girl who has found love for the first time.”

  She smiled, her lips a ruby red, “I am happy, Baxter. Everything is just falling right into place with my life. If it wasn’t for you and my sweet Aiden, I might have just crawled into my bed and shut out the world when Jared had passed away.”

  “As your lover and your friend I would never have allowed that, Kassandra. You already know that I didn’t care too much for Aiden in the beginning. That I thought he was much too young and immature to be a good submissive for you. But he eventually came around. And I’ll admit -I still enjoy giving him a good lashing with my flogger when you request me to give it to him good and hard.”

  “Yes, I do enjoy watching you. Plus, it gets Aiden’s cock hard and ready for me.”

  I raised my frosty beer glass, “Let’s toast to our new partnership as co-owners of the Velvet Vault and to our future, the three of us.”

  I loved my Master with all my heart and soul. However, there was a time when I was carefree and a bit more daring. I came from a family with a long history in New Orleans and Baton Rouge going back to the mid-1800’s. My family tree’s branches spanned from rich relatives living on old plantations to relatives living in the backwoods and along the bayous of Louisiana. I grew up with modest parents in New Orleans and had an older sister, Mary, and brother, Thomas. Our parents were good to us and did the best they could to provide, as most mothers and fathers do, for their children. I was a scruffy tomboy when I was a little girl. I played mostly with other boys my age. My mother would fuss at me when I came home for dinner with my clothes covered in dirt. My shoes would be muddy from running in the woods and playing in creeks.

  From the time I was little, I’ve loved the beautiful colors of flowers and plants. When I graduated from high school, I worked different jobs to help out my family. Then, I landed a good job that I really enjoyed, working as a florist at Pretty Petals on the corner of Dauphine and Bourbon Street in the French Quarter.

  It was Valentine’s Day two years ago when Philip walked into Pretty Petals and I was struck right in my heart with Cupid’s arrow. He walked in with a subtle swagger. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, and he was tall with a slim, athletic build. I admired his chiseled jaw with his nice trimmed beard. I was drawn to him and his masculine energy. He came up to the counter and placed an order for two dozen red roses and asked me to choose the most vibrant pinks and reds.

  My heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was so dry I couldn’t swallow as I helped Philip choose the pretty roses that he told me were for his sweet mother who lived in Baton Rouge.

  Our relationship started out, as most do, with Philip, being very loving and romantic. When we had sex, he was always Dominant. I gave all control over to him as we enjoyed role-playing, impact play with paddles, and other sex toys. Philip made good money, working at Harrah’s Casino with the gaming supervisors and dealers. Six months later, I quit my florist job at Pretty Petals and moved into his home in an old neighborhood off Canal Street. My family was not happy that I left home, but I was twenty-three and in love with Philip.

  That was two years ago, but my heart didn’t pound with excitement anymore. It pounded with anxiety and fear. I couldn’t remember exactly when things changed between us, because it was slow and gradual. There were times when Philip shouted at me. One day he slapped me for disagreeing with him. He also used his voice to say things about my curvy figure – that I was gaining too much weight for his taste. He thought I smiled too much and should behave around him with more modesty.

  Philip took me out to dinner one night at Commander’s Palace, a very fancy restaurant in the Garden District, near Lafayette Cemetery, that had been open since the late 1800’s. As we ate our expensive three-course meals and sipped on sparkling French wine, Philip held out a box and presented it to me and within it was a choker necklace of white gold. He proposed to me. Not as husband and wife, but as Master and slave. The choker was a collar. It was an important next step in our relationship, but all I knew about the lifestyle of BDSM I learned from Philip. I accepted the gold collar that night at Commander’s Palace and became Master Philip’s slave.

  For a quick moment, my gut instinct was conflicting saying NO, but my heart felt empty and I thought only Philip could fill that emptiness. I thought Philip was the only one who would validate my emotions and how I felt about myself. If he had a bad day at work, then it was my obligation to make his day better. I gave Master Philip all of me – my heart, my body, my mind, and my happiness.

  For the next few weeks leading up to Halloween night I made some changes to employment and renovations at the Velvet Vault. Kassandra’s boy-toy, Aiden, proved to be a great bartender with top-notch customer service skills – not surprising since he was a true submissive – and I promoted him to bar manager. I also terminated the employment of two men who were safety monitors at the club. They were both hired by the previous owner, Landon Perry, and both Kassandra and I were glad to see them go. How ironic that these so-called safety monitors were anything but safe with all the shady things they did (drug use, heavy alcohol consumption by some patrons who should have been sent home, and turning a blind eye to dangerous impact play when they should have stepped in).

  I hired a few men I had worked with previously in the security/bodyguard business circuit who were also into the kink scene. Both Liam and Cooper were men I could trust to help ensure that everyone who came to the Velvet Vault felt comfortable and safe at all times. They were also very capable as part-time bouncers if needed.

  Everything was in order and the club was made ready and decorated for the Halloween party. It was going to be the first party thrown, as an open-house, now that Kassandra and I were co-owners. I decided to dress in costume as a medieval executioner. I’d be bare-chested, wearing a dark grey kilt with a handmade, metal studded leather belt and black combat boots. A black leather mask covered the top half my face. To top off the dark, terrifying look, I carried a real double-bladed medieval axe. The blades were dulled keeping it safe to carry around with me at the club that night.
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br />   Kassandra and Aiden dressed up in black and velvet with top hats and skull masks, as Voodoo Queen and her King, arriving at the Velvet Vault first. The club was lit with black lights and the world inside glowed in neon colors. The costumes worn ranged from very colorful and elaborate to gory and gothic. The loud thumping beat of dance music blared from the speakers as people danced, drank, laughed and mingled. Impact play was not allowed that night since people were consuming alcohol but sexual play was permitted as long as it was consensual and safe.

  Kimberly was a fun play partner of mine with nice curves in all the right places. She was dressed up in a sexy school girl costume wearing a very short plaid skirt with a white button-up blouse that was just a tad too tight and stretched across her ample tits. She strolled toward me and brushed her soft fingertips on my bare chest. I reached down seizing a handful of her ass cheek and she squealed with delight.

  “Baxter, I really need to feel those thick tails of your flogger on my body again.” Kimberly pleaded breathlessly next to my ear.

  Her dark eyes gleamed and were full of lust. She was the perfect play partner who enjoyed our flogging sessions and my cock was at full erection listening to her moans and cries of pleasure.

  I gave her a devilish grin. “Not tonight my sweet plaything, but soon enough. When I do flog that delicious body of yours, you’ll be feeling it for a fucking week.” I gave a good hard whack on her ass and she squealed again, “Now go and have a good time tonight.”