Velvet Submission by Violet Summers Page B

knew pain when I was growing up in Russia. Everyday there was pain either physical or mental. That didn't stop when my mother brought us here, only changed." He shifted restlessly, unconsciously working the plug against nerves she knew must be screaming, muscles moving smoothly under his velvety skin.
    "The memories were eating me up inside. I was already angry, violent, but that anger was growing to be out of my control. So I made the decision to turn the pain around. I used it for pleasure, replaced the ugly memories with memories of beauty." He turned his head meeting Megan's eyes with his own. "I had no control of my pain as a child, and it nearly destroyed me. Now I have that control, and the pain recreates me."
    He looked away from her then and Megan stood, too stunned to even move. She'd never have thought, had never considered, that a submissive could seize control of their world by giving over control of their body. In just a few words, Gregori had shown her it was possible. He submitted for the same reason she dominated. Control. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out what he'd just told her.
    Her anger returned, redoubled. She refused to acknowledge that beneath the anger was a soul-deep fear. No, she was angry at him because he provoked her, made her lose her self discipline. She should be spanking him, not aching to wrap herself around him and promise him he'd never have to go back to that cold, dark place again.
    Dammit, she would not let him get under her skin like this. The familiar stress crawled into her shoulders. She raised the flogger and stuck him across his ass, hard and without warning. He arched in shock, his beautiful body curved in pain as the leather tails painted bright red stripes along his backside. She struck again, and watched that lovely golden skin flush pink, then red. She moved her blows to the back of his thighs, the tails of the flogger slipping between them and tapping at his tight sac.
    A string of Russian came out from between his lips in a low hiss. Megan hit her stride with the even slaps of her flogger. Sweat gleamed along his spine and his hips undulated, his thighs spreading wider.
    "Stand up," she snapped. "Face me." He immediately stood to his full height and turned. His eyes burned under hooded lids, his breath came in short pants. Megan dragged the nails of one hand down his chest, leaving vivid pink lines and flicking one of his flat nipples on her way to his stomach. His moan vibrated over her skin, wrapping her in a warm cocoon of want and need. She dragged her nails down further still then grasped his cock in her fist. His eyes widened and he fell slightly back to lean against the chair.
    He was too big to wrap her fingers around; thick and solid and hers, weeping the clear liquid of his pre-cum. She gathered the moisture on her thumb and forefinger and smeared it around the sensitive ridge of his cockhead, tracing her nail around the ring there and smiled as his gut-deep groan went high and breathless. Pausing, she waited until his eyes were on her and then brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean.
    It was a move she'd never made with a sub, but the compulsion to know how he tasted overwhelmed her better judgment. Hot, sweet and salty. He was of the earth; a big, brawny force of nature, and right now he belonged to Megan. His pleasure, his pain, were hers to own.
    Megan went back to the table and dropped the flogger. She took up her long crop with hands that shook, and prayed her legs wouldn't give out. She walked back to him, the moisture between her legs slick on her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, determined to ignore her arousal.
    She did not mix sex with Domination. She did not. She would not. God, she was getting tired of reminding herself.
    Gregori's expression was one of pure ecstasy as he eyed the crop. He immediately moved his legs further apart, begging her with his eyes, with his body language, to continue.
    God, his cock was