Velvet, Leather And Roses

Chapter One

Cooper Jasper looked around the dimly lit club. This was the third night in a row he showed up. It was not even his type of place. It was called Leather and Lace, and it was for an alternative kind of play. Themed rooms that had paddles and whips hanging from the walls, chairs and beds that you could be strapped into. He had come here with a friend to a bachelor’s party, and that was when he saw her. Now with the music pumping in his ears, he looked around the room for the familiar face. He sat at the bar with a glass in his hands. The scene around him fascinated him—a man in a mask being led around on a leash, a woman sitting on a leather sofa while her submissive licked the heel of her boot. He had to find out who she was. He declined the various sexual offers from the ladies that passed and saw him sitting there alone. He was here for one reason only, and that was to see her and maybe talk to her.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a figure crossing the back end of the club. It’s her! His excitement built as she came closer. Tonight, she was dressed in a short black body stocking with tiny roses all over it. The thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels made his mouth water. The creamy chocolate color of her skin was clearly visible beneath the mesh of black netting. Two roses covered her nipples, and he could imagine how they looked under those roses. They would be darker than her skin color, with big silver dollar areolas. She had her coppery bronze hair up in a ponytail this time, with a few tendrils escaping on the side. He knew her hair was colored, but it suited her magnificently. Cooper felt his cock thicken in response to his thoughts. Her eyes caught his, and she walked over to him, taking her time. Her movements reminded him of a sleek cat, every step making her hips sway suggestively.

Hello, she said.

Her voice was like honey, thick and syrupy with an accent that sent his temperature up a few notches.

Hello, Cooper said.

I’m Velvet.

I’m sure that was not the name your parents gave you, he said, amused.

She smiled. No it isn’t, but that’s what I’m called anyway. And you are?

I’m Cooper—well, Coop to my friends.

Nice to meet you, Cooper. So, I’ve seen you in here a few nights, and you never take part in any of the activities. Why is that?

I have been waiting for you.

I’ve been around. You could have asked for me.

I wanted you to come to me, Cooper replied.

Buy me a rose, Velvet said.

What?

She called over one of the girls walking around with a small basket of roses. Buy me a rose, and then we’ll go into a VIP room. I can’t talk to you here for a long time.

Cooper nodded, and when the girl came with the roses, he paid her ten dollars for one. Velvet nodded to the bouncer in the corner, and she took his hand and led him to one of the VIP rooms in the back. He sat in the red leather chair and watched as she turned the little stereo onto a slow, seductive song.

What’s your pleasure, Cooper? she asked softly. Do you like to be spanked or domineered?

I prefer to do the spanking, he said softly. He watched as her body moved to the beat of the music. She was raising his blood pressure with her seductive movements. Uh, can you sit and talk?

If you want to talk, Cooper, you came to the wrong place. There are cameras in here. If I don’t look like I am doing my job, my boss gets very unhappy. Tell you what—I’ll dance, and we’ll talk that way. She crawled onto Cooper’s lap and started to grind her hips, pressing into his groin. Feels to me like you want to do more than talk.

Cooper could not deny it. He was hard as a rock. Should I not want to fuck you? Because I do.

She arched her back, and her breasts invited him to taste. We can’t do that here. Have you ever been tied up, Cooper? Have you ever been made to beg for pleasure?

Even though the invitation was appealing, her voice had gone flat. Cooper knew she was looking at him as just another man who wanted to use her body, but it was more than that. Something about her captivated him. He played along with the game, willing to see where it led. No, I have not been tied up or made to beg. Usually it is the lady that does the begging. Her body moving on his was driving him crazy. She smelled like exotic spices. With her lower body still pressed against his crotch, she leaned back and laid against the cool marble coffee table. She flipped her legs in the air so he could see her pussy. He almost lost his load right there.

Really? she said with an arched eyebrow when they were face to face once again. Would you like me to tie you up so you can see what it’s like?

I’m game. What am I being tied up with?

I’ll do something special for you. She slid off his lap, sat down on the table and lifted one long, slim leg. She ran her fingers down the smooth leg and slipped off her stiletto heeled shoes before taking off the stockings, one at a time. Velvet straddled him once more and lifted his arms in the air. She kept her gaze fixed on his eyes as she tied his hands with one stocking to a hook that was fixed to the wall.

I didn’t notice that there, Cooper murmured. He was looking at her full mouth that was so close to his he could flick his tongue out and lick her lips. He wondered what she tasted like, what every part of her tasted like. I guess I was too busy looking at other things.

Velvet gave him a small slap across the mouth. Silence! You are now mine. You speak when spoken to. Understood?

Cooper raised an eyebrow, smiled and nodded. That earned him another small swat from Velvet.

I asked if you understood. I did not hear you say ‘yes, Mistress.’

Yes, Mistress, he said.

She took the other stocking and rubbed it against his cheek. Cooper could smell her on the thin black material. She raised it to his face and tied it around his eyes. He closed his eyes automatically, his cock throbbing and pressing against the material of his slacks. He felt her body move and push against him. Her hands ran up and down his chest, and soon her fingers found his nipples and squeezed them. Cooper gasped at the sensation.

She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, Did you like that? Do you want me to slip my hand under your shirt and play with them?

He nodded and Velvet said, I won’t until you say it.

Yes, Cooper answered.

Yes what, Cooper? Say it right or you will not receive pleasure.

Yes, Mistress, play with my nipples.

Good boy, she whispered and slipped her hands under his shirt. Her fingers tangled into the mat of soft hair on his chest. Velvet licked and nipped at his neck while her fingers found the sensitive nubs. She grazed them lightly with her nails, and Cooper shuddered in response. He felt her smile against his neck, and then she pinched his nipples.

I bet you wish I would go down your body and unzip your pants right now, don’t you?

Yes, Mistress, he whispered. The way her hands felt on him was more than he imagined. The way she ground her hips, pressing against the bulge in his pants was driving him crazy. Cooper wanted to tear his hands down from the sheer stocking that held them, free his cock and spread her wide to fuck her right there.

You wish my mouth was wrapped around your cock, don’t you, baby? Velvet asked.

Her voice blended in with the other sensations cocooning him in a sensual haze. Yes, Mistress.

Yes, Mistress, what? She took her hand from under his shirt and slapped him again. This time it stung. You answer correctly or you will be punished.

Yes, Mistress, I wish my cock was in your mouth. Cooper groaned the words out. He could see those luscious lips wrapped around his thick flesh, sucking on him while he held her hand and moved his cock in and out of her mouth.

Time’s up! The deep male voice ruined the mood and snapped Cooper out of his pleasure-filled haze.

Velvet slid off of him and untied his hands. He ripped the stocking from around his eyes and looked at the closing door in irritation. He sighed, knowing that this was not the place he wanted her, not in this setting. He wanted her in his bed, where they would not be interrupted.

Have dinner with me? Cooper asked.

I don’t date the club members. It makes for a sticky situation when the wives find out, she said.

I am not married, and I am not a member. I am using my friend’s membership. Come on, Velvet. What will one dinner hurt? he asked.

Ask the last girl that dated someone from the club. She ended up in the hospital with a few broken ribs from where he smacked her around. She bent over to slip her heels back on.

I have never beaten a woman in my life. I could tell you where to meet me. It will be a public place. I want to know more about you, Cooper coaxed.

Her eyes searched his as if looking for any bad intentions in his gaze. That will be one hundred dollars for the dance. Fifty for me, fifty for the house. Tips are appreciated.

Cooper pulled out his wallet and took a hundred and fifty dollars out. He handed it to her and she turned to walk to the door. She looked back at him still sitting there. Meet me tomorrow night at Jollies Bar on West Fourth and Houston Street, seven p.m. Oh, and my name is Billie—Billie Carlton. The house music flooded the room when she opened the door and walked through it.

Hey, you forgot your stockings, Cooper called out.

Keep them.

He saw her again, talking to another man as he left. He wanted to go over and pull her out with him, but it was not his place. The New York night was cool, and Cooper hailed a cab with Velvet on his mind and a throbbing cock. He would have his taste of her soon enough.

* * * *

In his apartment, Cooper lay in bed and looked at the TV without seeing any of the images that played across its screen. His thoughts were on Billie and the dance she gave him at the club. When she was spread open in front of him and he could smell the light musk of her pussy, he wanted to bury his face into the sweet mound and lick her until she came. He had slipped both of her thigh-high stockings into his pocket before he left, and now he lifted them to his nose, inhaling the exotic smell. Was it her lotion that made her smell so enticing, or was it just her? The thought alone made him groan, knowing that he would not be satisfied until he found out for himself.

He pressed his hand against his groin, hoping to ease the ache that had settled there. God, he wanted her. After watching her for days and then being so close to her, he wanted to bury his cock inside her and feel her body milk him dry. He started to stroke his hard cock, and his eyes closed as images of Billie dressed in a body stocking filled his head. She would offer her breasts to him, and he would bite and lick on her nipples. He could hear her sultry voice whispering dirty words and begging him to fuck her. Cooper could see himself laying her back and watching his cock slide into her body. It would