Page 25 of At Her Service (Club Velvet #2)

CHAPTER 25

V alerie set the dessert plate down on the coffee table. “That was divine.”

Abby murmured in agreement as she polished off the last of her dessert, a salted caramel mille-feuille with gold leaf and raspberries. Their room service dinner was almost as delicious as dinner at the restaurant the night before. And now that dinner was over?

It was time to put her plan into action.

Her stomach swirled. Trying to seduce a woman who thrived on control? There were so many ways that could go wrong. But just this once, Abby wanted to be the one to give her the perfect night, instead of the other way around.

And what did Valerie take pleasure in more than anything else? Exploring her submissive’s limits. With her consent, of course.

All Abby needed to do was give it.

And she wanted nothing more than to give Valerie this. After that night at Club Velvet, she was certain of one thing—Valerie would take care of her. She wouldn’t let Abby get hurt. She wouldn’t let a scene spin out of her control. More than that, she would grant Abby an experience so exquisite that it would be imprinted on her soul for the rest of her days, just like that night at Club Velvet.

Valerie finished the last of her wine. “The sitter has Hazel for a few more hours, so until then, we have the place to ourselves. Whatever will we do?”

Abby tucked her legs underneath herself on the couch. “Actually, I was thinking we could try something… new.”

“Oh?” Valerie drew her fingertips up the side of Abby’s arm. “Does this something involve you tied up on the bed in lingerie while I ravish every part of your body?”

Abby bit her lip. “It can. It’s just, there’s something I want to try with you. Something I’ve never done before.”

Valerie studied Abby’s face, curiosity and desire smoldering in her eyes. “Go on.”

“Well…”

Abby leaned in and whispered into Valerie’s ear. When it came to sex, she was far from shy, but there were still things that felt taboo to her.

She sat back on her heels, awaiting her Mistress’s verdict.

“You’re sure about this?” Valerie asked.

Abby nodded. “I’ve already prepared.”

“Oh? So you’ve been planning this?” Valerie’s voice dropped low. “That’s very naughty of you.”

Heat rose to Abby’s skin. Valerie’s lips curled up in a smile.

“All right. Have it your way.” She plucked Abby’s wine glass out of her hand. “Go into the bedroom and wait for me on the bed. Take that dress off first.”

Abby nodded. “Yes, Madame V.”

She got up from the couch and hurried into the bedroom, stripping off the loose summer dress she wore. Since they’d planned to stay in that night, she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, which Valerie must have noticed by now.

She slung the dress over the back of a nearby chair, then stretched out on the bed on her side, facing the door. Barely a minute later, Valerie stepped into the room. She was still dressed in the chic white linen minidress she’d worn all day, her lips the same delectable shade of coral red. But her hair was loose now, tumbling down her shoulders in coils and curls.

She sauntered over to the bed, hips swaying.

“My, my.” Her eyes skated along Abby’s body, lingering on her breasts. “Don’t you look good enough to eat?” She reached down and traced a finger along Abby’s collarbone and down to her chest, a fingertip brushing her nipple. “I’ll give you what you want, just like I said. But first, you’re going to give me what I want.”

Abby shivered with pleasure. “Whatever you need, Madame V. I’m yours to command.”

“That’s right. You’re my precious pet, my treasured toy to do whatever I please with. And there are so many things I want to do with you tonight.”

She pinched Abby’s nipple, not hard, but not gently either. Abby exhaled sharply, desire shooting through her.

Valerie let out a satisfied murmur. “Stay right there.”

Abby watched from the bed as Valerie walked over to the bench at the side of the room where her suitcase sat. She unzipped it and riffled around inside before pulling something out of it.

And when she returned to the bed, she was holding a coil of thick red rope. “Lie down on your back with your hands up.”

Abby lay back, bringing her hands together above her head. Slowly, Valerie wove the rope between and around Abby’s wrists, binding them together, before taking the tail of the rope and wrapping it around one of the posts that made up the headboard of the bed.

She tied a final knot and gave it a firm tug. “You’re not getting out of that. But I’d like to see you try.”

Abby pulled at her wrists, straining to break free. But the knots held. She could barely move her arms at all. And the mattress was so soft that it swallowed up her body, holding her in place.

She was immobilized. Powerless. And Valerie didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that, stripping Abby’s panties from her legs while she was helpless to stop her.

Abby’s breath deepened. There was nothing more exhilarating than this. Submitting to her Mistress’s mercy, embracing the part of herself that craved surrender. Valerie knew what Abby could handle. She knew how to push Abby out of her comfort zone without pushing her too far. Valerie was in complete control.

Locking eyes with Abby, she drew up the hem of her dress, reaching underneath it. And slowly, she peeled her panties down her legs and dropped them on the bed next to Abby’s head.

“Ever since you discovered that hidden room behind my study,” she crooned, “I’ve been dreaming of having you on your knees before me again, worshiping me with those divine lips.”

Abby inhaled softly. That moment was etched in her mind, the taste of her Mistress burned onto her tongue. She longed to relive it.

“And while I adore having you on your knees, having you on your back is just as delicious.” Valerie’s gaze didn’t leave Abby’s as she climbed onto the bed and swung one leg over her, straddling her shoulders. “Tell me. Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you so bad,” Abby whispered. “I want to serve you. I want to worship you. I need you, Madame V.”

“Then show me,” Valerie said, her voice smooth as silk. “Show me how much you want me.”

She shifted up Abby’s body, her knees at either side of Abby’s head, and pulled her dress up around her waist. She was already wet, her glistening bronze folds tinted with a red flush.

“Worship me,” Valerie proclaimed. “Worship me with your lips. Worship me with your tongue. Worship me with your everything.”

Deep in Abby’s core, desire stirred. But before she could say a word, Valerie lowered herself down onto her mouth, flooding Abby’s head with her scent. She parted Valerie’s lower lips with her tongue, sliding it greedily up and down her folds. Just the taste of her, the heat of her, drove Abby wild with lust.

She licked and sucked and kissed and stroked, worshiping Valerie like the goddess she was. Above her, Valerie gripped the headboard with both hands, rocking and rolling her hips feverishly. As Abby circled her clit with her tongue, wrapped her lips around it, Valerie shuddered and moaned, her hand falling down to grasp a fistful of Abby’s hair.

“Yes…” She moved her hips faster, grinding against Abby’s mouth. “Yes!”

All it took was another sweep of her tongue, and Valerie came undone. She threw back her head, a deep cry rising from her chest. Her body shuddered and quaked, her thighs gripping Abby’s head as she rode her climax into infinity.

Finally, she fell back onto Abby’s chest, breathing hard. “That… that was?—”

Valerie dove down, pressing her lips to Abby’s in a ravenous kiss. Abby dissolved into her lips, straining toward her. But with Valerie’s weight on top of her, her wrists tied to the headboard above her head, she could hardly move. All she could do was channel her insatiable need through her lips.

It wasn’t until Valerie broke the kiss that Abby remembered to breathe again. As she sank back into the bed, Valerie gazed down at her, eyes alight with desire.

She trailed a finger down Abby’s chest, right between her breasts. “You’ve served your Mistress well. And now that you’ve given me what I want? I’m going to give you what you want.”