Chapter 6

VIKTOR

Maybe someday he would share with her how he too had been holding his breath. He had kept his word. He hadn’t lied to her. He would have sent her home only so he could fall back, regroup, and figure out how to claim her. He believed in the lifestyle. He believed in consent in everything but this one woman. There was something about her that called forth a long-suppressed need to control and dominate—not just a situation or a scene or a sexual encounter, but this woman. One woman. How the hell had he gotten himself into this?

What was it about Emerson Ravenel that made him want to take her home and never let her leave him? It didn’t really matter, and the question was more intellectual than anything else. From the moment he’d seen her at the gala, he’d known she was meant to be his and his alone. Fitz had once told him when the right woman came along, nothing and nobody would be able to stop him from claiming her. Damn. The Scotsman was right.

“Now, malenkaya, either take off your clothes and place them on my desk, or I will have you taken home.”

“You don’t have to be such a hard ass. This is all new to me. I didn’t even know what the letters stood for until I googled it.”

“Then you should understand that D is for Dominant, and s is for submissive. In case you’re unsure, I am the former; you are the latter.”

Sighing, Emerson dropped the dress, letting it puddle at her feet. Neither the serviceable bra nor the cotton hipster panties were acceptable. Viktor shuddered with revulsion. Once she had signed the contract, he would have new lingerie bought and sent to her.

When she’d placed the clothing on his desk, he picked up the bra and panties, walked back around to his desk drawer, opened it and pulled out a pair of scissors, with which he cut the offensive underwear into shreds.

“Hey! You can’t do that,” she protested.

Viktor tossed the disgusting material into his trash bin. He’d made sure that anyone emptying would know that they once belonged to a woman and would surmise it was the same woman whose dress was neatly folded on his desk. He managed to choke down a chuckle when Emerson realized what he’d done and how he’d done it.

“I just did.” He circled his finger as he picked up his scotch with the other hand and came back to lean against the front of his desk. It was comfortable, but he’d taken a stance that was sure to show the state of his arousal. “Slowly. Turn around. Let me see you.”

She hesitated. “I don’t know that I signed up for this.”

“Yes, you do. Obey me. Let me teach you. Give yourself over to me, malenkaya.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“Malenkaya? It is a Russian term of endearment. It means little one. Turn around, Emerson.”

Taking a deep breath, she turned so he could look at her. God, but she was built for fucking. A beautiful, true hourglass figure; a nicely rounded ass; strong, shapely legs, and when she turned around, she couldn’t decide whether to try and cover her generous breasts or her neatly-trimmed pubic area. She tried to cover both and failed miserably.

“Remove your hands, Emerson. Your body is mine to enjoy however I see fit. Have you always trimmed your pubic hair like that?”

“No, and it hurt like hell.”

He chuckled. “You will get used to it. I’m glad you didn’t remove all of it. I haven’t decided how I’d like it to be presented to me, but these…” he said, coming up to cup her breasts, enjoying the heavy weight of them and how pert and proud her nipples were. He flicked the nipples. “… These are gorgeous. They are really calling out for some kind of jewelry. I can’t decide if it should be permanent or situational only.”

“Viktor, please,” she said quietly.

Not wanting to push her too far without some kind of reassurance but needing her to know she would be his and would submit in all things, he slid one hand to cover her mound. “You are the most exquisite jewel. Give over to me, and let me pleasure you,” he whispered, slipping his hand between her legs and stroking her clit. Her gasp was one of pleasure. “There’s my good girl. See what happens when you obey me?”

He continued to stroke her now swollen nub, allowing his fingers to splay her wet and engorged labia as he began to play with her nipple. He took her right to the edge and then backed away. He turned and picked up the corset’s matching lace thong.

“Let’s get you dressed as you should have been all along.” Returning to her, he knelt on one knee, removed the gladiator-style sandal she’d changed into, and then placed her foot in the appropriate side of the thong, repeating the gesture with the other foot before slowly drawing the barely-there pair of panties and easing them up to her hips. “You should know, malenkaya, you will not always be allowed anything below your corset.”

“Why?”

“Because I wish to be able to see and check the state of your arousal. I want other men to look at it and know they will never have it. Know that it is my cock that slides into that pussy or past those lips and at some point, sinks into your ass.”

Emerson shivered. “I don’t want that.”

“Not now, but you will,” he whispered confidently. “You will want to be taken every way a man can take his woman.”

He backed away, smiling, watching her body flush with desire and embarrassment. He reached back to remove the corset from the box and got his fingers snapped by a mousetrap. He pulled his hand out, removing the contraption from his fingers.

“Oh my god, Viktor, I didn’t do that.”

“Settle yourself, my pretty one. You are to stand there. No, lace your fingers together behind your head and spread your feet shoulder-width apart.”

“I didn’t…”

He moved forward, tweaking her nipple to make her focus on him. He waited until she complied. “I am well aware of the culprit. Do not move.” He walked to his phone, using voice to text. “Sterling. My office. Now.”

He came back to Emerson, stroking her body, not so much to arouse but to soothe. Emerson took the comfort he offered. He suspected there hadn’t been a lot of that in her life. The door opened and Sterling stepped in.

“Problem?” he asked.

Viktor showed him the mousetrap. “You will deal with her in her next lesson.”

“Viktor…” said Sterling.

“You are letting your dick override your brain. You are letting the girl top from the bottom again. If you cannot deal with her, I will discipline her myself.”

“You can’t do that,” growled Sterling.

“I think you’ll find I can… or you can both play elsewhere.”

The two men stood facing each other. Sterling was one of his closest friends, and he knew retreat wasn’t in his vocabulary. Viktor also knew there was no way Sterling would give Kendra up or let another man administer the discipline she was so desperately in need of. Sterling was a dedicated and competent Dom. But the head of his cock was making all the decisions these days where Emerson’s sister was concerned.

Finally, Sterling sighed, his body relaxing. “I’ll see to it, and for the record, you’re right. I hate it that you’re right, but you are.”

Viktor nodded and Sterling turned to go, for the first time registering that Emerson was standing there naked and exposed. Sterling shook his head before turning back to Viktor. “She’s stunning. I think she’s ever so much prettier than those damn eggs of yours.”

“And far more valuable,” Viktor agreed.

“Eggs? As in Fabergé eggs?” asked Emerson.

Viktor snarled. “Take care, Sterling. She is my sub and not on high protocol.”

Sterling nodded. “My apologies to you both. Leave Kendra to me.”

He walked past Emerson and exited Viktor’s office.

“What did he mean leave Kendra to him?”

“Your sister has behaved like a brat and is in need of correction. Her Dom is Sterling although he has yet to place a collar around her neck. That’s enough about your sister and Sterling. One of the most steadfast rules in all D/s relationships and clubs—never come between a Dom and his sub. If you genuinely believe the sub is in danger, you let another Dom know.”

“What is high protocol?”

He noted that even though she had questions, she was remaining in place. “The easiest way to explain it is an agreed upon mode of etiquette that submissives are to follow. In this club, if a Dom determines his submissive should be on high protocol, it means she is not to speak unless spoken to and given leave to answer by her Dom. If and when I invoke high protocol, I will explain it to you.”

This time when he reached back to remove the corset, he looked to ensure he would not find another nasty surprise. Finding none, he opened up the corset and approached her. “Let’s get this on you.” He stroked down her body, brushing over her erogenous zones. “You made me very proud the way you held position. You were a very good girl. You can put your arms down.”

Viktor finished unlacing the corset before wrapping it around her body, lifting her breasts into the correct spot before beginning to lace her into the thing. He began to work the laces, tightening them little-by-little so she could get used to it. He would only cinch her tight enough this evening that she would feel the support a corset could give her. His hands moved swiftly and smoothly and each time he let her accommodate herself to the constriction of the corset he rubbed her upper arms and shoulders.

“Did I make you leave your arms up too long?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“You must tell me when something hurts. I may not stop, but I need to know.”

“What about a safeword?”

He chuckled. She’d done some research. That was good. “For now, we will use the stoplight system. Do you know what that is?” She nodded. “Good girl,” he whispered kissing her shoulder and lacing her a little tighter. “Does that feel secure?”

“Actually, it’s far more comfortable than I thought it would be.”

“Good. Then we’ll go downstairs to the lounge. We’ll have something to eat, and you can look over the contract.”

“What contract?”

“The D/s contract that grants me exclusive rights to you and vice versa. We’ll go over your hard and soft limits. I have to warn you I won’t tolerate many hard limits. You can put things in the maybe column. Each contract is unique to the parties involved. Mine with you will require you to agree to consensual non-consent. That’s fairly standard here around certain issues like discipline.”

“And with you?”

“It also means that while you may say no, unless you safeword out, I will most likely do as I please.”

“And if I use red?”

“I will double check to ensure you mean it, and if so, then all play will cease, and the contract will terminate.” He let that sink in. When she didn’t try to slap him again, he nodded. “Good girl. Let’s go downstairs.” Emerson reached for her dress. “No, Emerson, the dress remains here.”

“I can’t go downstairs around a bunch of people dressed like this, sit on a barstool, and discuss a contract.”

He chuckled and stroked her cheek. “You have so much to learn. You will not be sitting on a barstool. Submissives rarely use the furniture in the lounge. Most Doms prefer to have them in their laps or at their feet. You should know I plan to be most persuasive about getting you to sign.”

“Planning to threaten me with some kind of punishment if I don’t agree?”

“Of course not. I plan to have my hand between your legs reminding you how much pleasure you will have in my care.”

Emerson blushed. “Viktor, I can’t go down there like this. It leaves nothing to anyone’s imagination.”

“That’s not true. They won’t know the color of your nipples or areola and will only be able to guess at the beauty of your mound. But if you’re uncomfortable, I can remove the corset and thong.”

“Let me guess; I can go down naked.”

He kissed the side of her head. “Beauty, courage, and intelligence. I am blessed. Corset or home?”

“You’re enjoying this,” she accused softly.

“Of course I am,” he said brushing his hand across her nipples and chuckling when she moaned. “And so are you.”

He extended his hand to her. “How do we proceed?”

“Corset.”

“That’s corset, Sir. You will address all Doms in this club as Sir or Ma’am, whichever is appropriate. Once you have signed the contract, I will collar you, at which point you will call me Master. Understand?”

“Yes,” she said not looking at him. She gasped in shocked discomfort when he tweaked her nipple through the corset. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Come, malenkaya. Your beauty honors me.”

Downstairs in the lounge, Viktor took his place at his usual table where his back was to the wall, and he could keep his eye on the lounge and on the dungeon below. He’d meant what he’d said to Sterling. If he didn’t discipline Emerson’s sister, then he would see to it himself and he would ensure she received no pleasure from it. From now on, the only woman he would be pleasuring would be Emerson.

EMERSON

Viktor drew her into his lap, ordered a bottle of wine and some hors d’oeuvres, and handed her the contract.

“Submit myself to discipline? Agrees not to have sex with anyone, including self-stimulation and satisfaction unless directed by the Dominant to do so? I’m not having sex with anyone just so you can watch.”

Viktor nipped her ear and whispered as he took the document. “That was not clear. We will both agree that we are in an exclusive relationship. Neither of us will engage in sex with anyone else. You will agree not to masturbate unless I ask you to do so for my enjoyment. I will need you to certify that you are healthy and free of any nasty social diseases, and I am the same. We demand testing every three months at the club.”

“I am healthy and free of anything you could catch. I am also on birth control.”

“Good. I was only willing to wear a condom until such time as you were on an effective means of contraception.”

“No lingerie except that provided by you?”

“Yes, and panties or thongs only when told to do so. Otherwise, I want you naked below.”

Was he nuts? Did he really expect her to agree to this? She felt as if she were Alice having gone down the rabbit hole. The damn thing required her complete and total submission. She hadn’t submitted to anyone in her entire life. She was always the one in charge; always the one who made all the decisions; always the one the burden of everything fell to. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to turn over control to someone else, even if it were just for a while.

The contract was for three months and then could be extended by mutual agreement. It also obligated him to take care of things and see to her needs. Certainly, he’d proven upstairs he was a sexy beast. It might be liberating to just enjoy having sex with someone who seemed to know what he was doing.

Of course, she thought, it was easy to come to that conclusion with his hand sitting inside her thong and brushing her clit so that it was standing at attention and every fiber of her being was turned on.

She picked up the pen. “What the hell, I can always say no later, right?”

“You can, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I will be obedient to your wishes…”

“But I can safeword…”

“You can, but I intend to make sure you don’t want to.”

When they’d finished their food and drink and both had signed the agreement, Viktor had her dress brought back down from his office. He walked her to the club’s foyer and slipped it over her head, as well as helped her into her sandals. He helped her into the car, running his hand across her ass with an easy familiarity, not giving a damn who saw him. Yes, some might call him arrogant, but Emerson saw it more as complete confidence rooted in understanding exactly who and what he was. He leaned in to kiss her and directed his driver to see her to her door and make sure she and her sisters had activated the alarm.

As he closed the door, the driver pulled away from the club. Emerson turned to watch him disappear back inside. She left with the sense that she’d willingly just walked into his web.