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  Mary came over to the house to be with Chloe while I took a drive to Baton Rouge to meet with Leo. The new dungeon equipment he built for the club was well crafted and exceeded my expectations and I wanted to ask him two important questions. Leo was always dark and more brooding than I was, with a morbid sense of humor, so introducing him to Kimberly at the New Year’s party seemed like a good match. When I arrived and entered Leo’s warehouse of Dungeon Gear, it’s Kimberly’s bare ass and pussy my eyes first caught sight of. She was bent over one of Leo’s benches, her calves and arms strapped down to the armrests and the knees pads, leaving her restrained and vulnerable for Leo’s access to all of her slutty holes. Leo walked around the bench, slapping her ass, pussy, and legs with a black crop. Kimberly was one of the most vocal bottoms I knew but she didn’t make a sound and as I came around, I discovered why. Her moans and cries were muted by the ball gag shoved in her mouth.

  I folded my arms shaking my head and chuckled. Kimberly and Leo didn’t seem to waste any time, jumping right into negotiations and play in such a short time since they met, thanks to me.

  Leo turned around then and grinned. “The sexy little plaything here is helping me test drive some of my new equipment today.” He turned back to Kimberly. “I might just want to keep her in this position for the rest of the day.” She squirmed against the straps as Leo followed me back outside.

  “How’s your girl, Bax? Those motherfuckers need to be put six feet under the ground.” Leo said as he lit a cigarette.

  “Chloe is getting better day by day. That’s why I called you up Leo. I need a favor.”

  “Sure man, anything for you. Whatever you need I’m game.”

  “First things first. I want to offer you a job at the Velvet Vault.”

  Leo exhaled a drag off his cigarette. “A job huh? What kind of job?”

  “Manage the Velvet Vault for me. I’ll pay you decent too. I talked it over with Kassandra since she’s co-owner and she depends on me to make most of the decisions when it comes to the club. My main priority is Chloe and I want to spend every moment I have with her. You’re one of the very few people I trust when it comes to business and you understand this lifestyle. You’re the best man to help us make the Velvet Vault just as successful as Dungeon Gear. Will you think it over?”

  “Sounds like a cool gig. I’ll let you know in a few days. So, what’s the favor you want to ask me?”

  I pulled out a folded piece of paper out of my jean pocket and handed it to Leo. “There are two names written on that. I want them to hurt really bad, to the point they won't be able to walk for the rest of their miserable lives. You know any people in Baton Rouge that can help me make that happen? I’m willing to pay whatever they want. Half now and the rest after it’s done.”

  Leo opened the folded paper, then stared off. “You ever heard of the Royal Bastards? They’re a motorcycle club.”

  “I’ve heard of them. They’re one percenters, right?”

  “They’ve got chapters all over the country and the mother chapter is right there in New Orleans. The Royal Bastards are notorious in this area and they’re a bunch of really mean motherfuckers.”

  “Do you know any of them?”

  “I just know people that know people that know the President. His name is Elrick Jameson and he’s a dark motherfucker, into all that Voodoo shit. Heard he just got back to New Orleans and it is out for blood. I’d just steer clear of the whole club, keep it on a need to know basis kinda thing. But if you’re willing to pay up a fuck-ton of money, I’m sure they’d take it on. They like to get their hands bloody, especially if they get paid doing it.”

  “Sounds like they’d be the best for this job. I’ll pay in cash and there cannot be any blow-back leading to me or local law enforcement. Reach out and give them those names on that paper. Tell them they took my Chloe. They kept her locked up in a cage for a fucking month and violated her. Those animals hurt her really bad, to the point they almost killed her.”

  Leo’s face turned hard and the look in his eyes were cold. “The Royal Bastards will enjoy doling out their form of punishment for doing that to any woman.”

  As I drove back home to Chloe, I smiled with satisfaction at how successful that day turned out to be. Offering Leo a job at the club, plus dealing out some well-deserved vengeance for Chloe were some of the best business transactions I’d accomplished in a very long time.

  Chapter 19

  The fresh smell of Spring was in the air in New Orleans and inside the Pretty Petals florist shop. I started working there again a week ago and it helped keep me focus on the important things and I felt more productive. When I left the hospital and came back home with Baxter, I couldn’t function even just on the day to day routines like driving my car. I woke up from nightmares of Philip and the horrors of that house in a cold sweat, screaming. Baxter was my anchor as I clung to him at night and he’d hold and soothe me back to sleep, whispering sweet words to me. Baxter was patient and gentle paying close attention to my mood, even during those times I’d slip into a depression on some days.

  There were times when I couldn’t look in the mirror because all I could see was some other person, not me. The stitches left a scar over my left eyebrow and I had lost some weight. The hell I lived every single day in Philip’s house left me empty inside when Baxter carried me out of there. I needed to find Chloe.

  Aiden and Kassandra came to visit a few weeks later and both gave me warm embraces and smiles along with tears. They knew some of what had happened from Baxter. I remembered that day I’d spent with Kassandra having lunch and drinking wine right before Philip kidnapped me. Aiden was so kind to leave Kassandra to sit and talk with me. She told me that I needed to find myself again and to find something or learn something that I could focus on to gain a sense of control. I thought of Baxter and his passion for flogging. It was something I would like to learn how to do and be good at doing it.

  Baxter’s eyes lit up with both desire and happiness when I told him I wanted to learn how to work a flogger. One night each week when I got off from work, we would go to the club together and he would close it down so we could be alone. Baxter set up one of the crosses for me by strapping on a few pillows to the center of it. He had a big collection of floggers of every type – some were made of nylon tails, some were soft, some were made of leather or suede.

  Baxter handed me one with soft tails made of fur. “There are two roles in a play scene. When you’re wielding the flogger, you’re the top – meaning the dominant partner in the scene or the one who is giving the stimulation. Your partner, is the bottom – the submissive partner receiving the flogging.”

  I learned that there are two kinds of sensations you can make based on how you swing a flogger – a stinging sensation or thud sensation. Baxter showed me how to swing, pulling back in a snapping motion before I hit the pillows, controlling how much the tails connected and that more connection of the tails would land a more thud than sting. I practiced with the softer floggers at first for a few weeks, then I moved to one of Baxter’s suede floggers. I practiced more and more, and it gave me a sense of empowerment – to learn something new and become good at it.

  Then I remembered all the wrong that Philip had done to me, like the time he tried to show off in front of everyone at the club by flogging me and hurting me. The same night Baxter took me as his own and carried me out. Weeks went by and I became very skilled with Baxter as my mentor, but I would also rehash in my head over and over again all the cruel and vicious things Philip did to me. I became so full of hatred for him and for that other evil man, Landon.

  One night at the club, after I broke a sweat practicing with the suede flogger, Baxter sat me at the bar and poured both of us a drink of whiskey. He handed me a glass and chuckled when I sniffed it scrunching my nose and making a funny face.

  Then he stared at me his brows furrowed. “Just sip on it, Princess. You’ll need it when I tell you what has been done to those men who hurt you.”
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br />   I lifted the glass taking a small sip, swallowing the fiery taste and coughed.

  He took a drink of his then and said, “Landon had his vertebrae broken in two places and will never walk again. And neither will Philip, who was also castrated.”

  The world began to spin and I became dizzy. Baxter reached over and steadied me. “I wanted vengeance and paid some bad men to hurt them. They deserved it. I did it for you, Chloe.”

  I leaned back and breathed in deep. I sat up straight on the barstool and took another sip of the whiskey. I felt it burn as I swallowed. And then I smiled. “Thank you, Baxter, my dark angel.”

  * * *

  As I was leaving work one night, Baxter sent me a text instructing me to drive to Kassandra’s house and meet him there.

  He was dressed in black slacks, shirt and wore his favorite purple tie. When I entered, he smiled and took my hand, “Kassandra and Aiden left us their home for a few hours so that we can be alone. Come with me. I want to show you something I’m sure you’re going to like.”

  I held his hand and followed him down the long hallway. He opened a door and we descended down some stairs to the basement. The walls of the immense space were decorated in red and black brocade patterns and the shiny black floor shined under soft lighting of the ceiling lamps, along with candles. Then I saw the St. Andrews cross in one corner of the room and a round bed with black satin sheets, and red satin pillows.

  “Kassandra has her own play dungeon!” I said as my eyes roamed the far wall where all kinds of kink toys hung - floggers, whips, strap-on dildos, crops, paddles, wrists and ankle restraints, chains.

  Baxter led me to the bed released my hand and stepped away “I’ve seen a change in you. I see confidence. A strong woman. A brave woman.”

  I looked down. “I’m not brave at all.”

  “Look at me, Chloe. Yes, you are. You saved your sister from the hell and pain you endured at the hands of those monsters. You’re on a journey to find yourself, and as I watch you practice your flogging skills, it fills me with pride. You’ve become more open and share with me your wants, desires, and fears. These are huge steps in building our relationship. Do you realize that it’s the submissive who chooses her Dom? When a submissive surrenders all of herself to a Dom, it’s an honor and a gift. It’s about mutual respect and trust in order for the relationship to work.” Baxter began to undress, taking his shoes and socks off first. He then undid his purple tie and handed it to me. “I wanted us to be alone, somewhere other than our bedroom or the club.”

  It was so erotic as I watched him undress until he was completely naked, his thick cock already hard and at full attention. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he lowered himself down to his knees and looked up at me. To see Baxter the Bold, his ruggedly handsome face and his big muscular frame naked, on his knees for me was so sexy, that I suddenly became wet. I wrapped his purple tie around his neck and combed my hands through his hair.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist. “For me to be the best I can be as a Dominant, I sometimes will need to know what it’s like being a submissive and I only want to experience this with you. Just this once, I surrender myself to you. I want you to take control.”

  He rose off his knees and laid on the bed, raising his arms over his head. No words were needed to be spoken as I climbed on the bed and straddled him. Leaning over, I took the purple tie to bind his wrists to the wrought iron headboard. I kissed him and looked into his eyes full of sexual need. I climbed off him and undressed, letting those hungry eyes roam down my body. He had a full-on erection as I straggled him again, and planted soft kisses along his neck. My tongue darted out and tasted him.

  “You’re going to drive me fucking crazy Princess.” He groaned, clenching his jaw.

  I smiled and moved lower, planting kisses across his hard chest. I brushed my fingertips across his left nipple while I licked the other. I felt fiery heat from his hard cock and between my legs as I continued even lower. Baxter’s eyes never left me as I stroked him, and wrapped my lips around the head, then took as much of him as I could into my warm wet mouth.

  I heard his heavy breathing as I sucked and licked him. He grunted, gripping the iron headboard, and his hips rose to meet the rhythm of my mouth as I teased his hard-pulsating erection.

  The sense of control I had over Baxter was empowering and sensual all at the same time.

  I gripped his hard cock and stroked it more. “I kinda like you in this position.”

  “I’m having second thoughts now.” He groaned.

  I moved, wrapping my thighs over his waist, and centered his shaft between my slippery wet opening. I lowered myself down but only just a little bit. His hips thrust upwards, wanting to slide more of himself inside me.

  I shook my head and smiled, “I’m going to tease you like you do to me sometimes.”

  Baxter chuckled, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watched me fuck him. “I guess I deserve it. You’re lucky I’m tied up.”

  I gasped, with the simulating feeling of being filled up and stretched as I lowered myself down until I was fully impaled on his swollen erection. I rode him, arching my back and moaned, gyrating and rocking my hips. I reached down between us, and rubbed my sensitive clit, using Baxter’s thickness to stimulate me even more. I cried out as a hot burst of pleasure exploded and climaxed, the walls of my pussy pulsating around Baxter. I collapsed over him, feeling the rush of delicious tingles throughout my body.

  “Untie me, Chloe, I’m taking over now,” Baxter demanded.

  I untied his wrists from the iron headboard and he moved quickly, lifting me off him and rolling me onto my back. With one hard thrust, he drove himself deep inside me. I dug my nails into his back and shoulders, and cried out his name, begging him to fuck me.

  He pinned my hands down, pumping into me fast and hard, as we stared into each other’s eyes. “I’m going to fill you up, and claim you as mine Chloe. Forever. Because I love you.”

  His body tensed as he reached the brink and exploded, coming inside me. He released his hold on my wrists and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his heart beat as hard and as fast as mine.

  Epilogue

  I smiled at my own reflection in the mirror. I looked just like Cinderella dressed in a beautiful bell-shaped ball gown that Baxter had tailor made just for me. It was lavender made of velvet, with a fitted bodice, off the shoulder neckline, and pleated at the waist. I wore matching lavender colored stilettos that Baxter picked out with Aiden’s help.

  Baxter left me a note at the house to be dressed and ready for Aiden to pick me up at 8pm sharp. When Aiden arrived, dressed in a black suit, he opened the back door of Kassandra’s Mercedes.

  “You have the looks that kill, Chloe.” He said, beaming a smile at me as I climbed in, and drove me to the Velvet Vault.

  When I entered the club with Aiden, I saw Baxter first. He was so handsome and just radiated Dominance, dressed all in black from his suit to his shirt and tie. Kassandra was there too, dressed in a sexy red cocktail dress and black stilettos. The club was full of people, some of them I knew like Leo Kingsley, who took Baxter’s job offer and managed the Velvet Vault. With him, was Kimberly. Her long dark hair hung in thick curled locks, and she was dressed in a royal blue satin corset, black patent mini skirt, and black heeled boots.

  I walked to Baxter and he held both my hands in his and smiled. “You are just breathtaking Chloe.”

  He slid his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small box. My jaw dropped when he opened it and I saw a huge 3 carat pink diamond ring!

  I looked up into Baxter’s eyes. His deep voice was soft as he spoke, “I offer you this ring to wear as a symbol of my ownership of your beautiful body and loving heart. I promise to always respect you, care for you and cherish you for as long as I live. Will you wear it, and promise to obey and put all your trust in me as your Dominant?”

  My eyes welled up and tears fell as I spoke, “I promise to obey an
d trust you. I accept you as my loving Dominant and will wear this beautiful ring as a symbol that you own my body and heart.”

  Baxter slid the ring on the finger of my left hand and everyone clapped as he kissed me. My heart felt like it would burst, full of happiness and love for my dark angel, Baxter the Bold.

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  Ever since I reached puberty at the age of fourteen, I was sexually attracted to older women. I played with my dick every chance and surfed the internet for photos of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, and vintage photos of the famous Queen of pin up, Bettie Page.

  I’ll never forget the very first time I saw her, as if I was struck by a bolt of lightning straight to my heart and my cock. The raven-haired woman was stunning, beautiful. She walked into the designer shoe that I worked at on Canal Street in New Orleans. She wore her jet-black hair pinned up, revealing the nape of her neck. The red form fitting dress she wore hugged her hourglass curvy figure and she looked to be in her early forties.

  I was in a trance, my eyes focused on the confident sway of her hips. As she looked at the designer shoes on the display shelves, I started to fantasize about what her feet looked like, her toes, the arch. I swallowed a thick lump in my throat as my pressed my palm flat against the front of my slacks and exhaled.

  It was company policy to greet every customer that walked into the store, and I sure as fuck didn’t want Tyler to great this goddess first and lose my chance to look into her eyes.

  Tyler was busy with another customer so I walked over and greeted her. “Hello Miss. Are you looking for a particular style, or color today?”

  She looked at me with sad beautiful eyes. “It’s been a very long time since someone has called me Miss.”