Free Velvet Memories by Violet Summers Page B

There was something not okay in Mistress Anne’s head, something that made her want to break her submissives so they could never be put back together again.
    He was coasting on the edge of pleasure and adrenaline when she approached him, as he’d known she would. Her usual red leather cat suit clung to every inch of her body, the attached half mask leaving just the sharp angle of her jaw and thin line of her scarlet lips visible. Her long blonde ponytail swished with her movements.
    In her hand she carried her own personal whip, which she dragged along his stomach. “You’re in fine form this evening, pet.” Even her voice gave him the wrong kind of shivers.
    “Thank you, Mistress.” He had yet to master the combination of respect and discouragement to send her away without pissing her off, but he kept trying.
    “I wish you would reconsider becoming my slave.” She held his cheek with her cold leather-clad hand. Her lips curved when Michael shuddered at the touch. It was more than a little unnerving that he felt sure she didn’t care if the shiver was arousal or fear.
    “Thank you for your kind offer, Mistress, but I would not be able to satisfy you.” It was the same answer he always gave. “You know I’m gay.”
    Her red lips thinned and her free hand wrapped painfully around his balls as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Oh, I could fuck you as well as any man.” Michael shuddered again, knowing she spoke nothing less than the truth.
    “I have no doubt, Mistress,” he forced out between clenched teeth.
    Point made, pain given, and with one more squeeze of her hand, Anne stepped back from the cross.
    “You know where to find me when you change your mind, Michael.”
    He gave a tight nod, trying to hide his relief at making it through the encounter so unscathed.
    Anne gave him one last, menacing smile and gave the Cross a spin, walking away while he whirled head over feet.
    He stopped with a jolt, right side up and eye to eye with Gregori.
    “You are well?” The heavy platinum chain around the man’s throat and his shirtless state announced the big Russian was there as his Mistress’s property tonight, but the dangerous glint in his eye was a potent reminder that he might be a sub, but he was also about as alpha as they came, and he took his job as Velvet Ice’s Head of Security seriously.
    “I’m fine,” Michael rushed to assure him, wanting to avoid any trouble. He’d already lost his submissive high, and was a little desperate to get it back. “Just a little dizzy.”
    The big submissive gave a slow nod, but he didn’t look convinced. Michael was more than a little relieved when Mistress Megan approached, managing to move smoothly and gracefully on five-inch stilettos that brought the top of her head level with Michael’s chin.
    She cast a knowing eye over Michael’s body and gave a nod of satisfaction. “Still in one piece, sweet thing?” Her drawl was like a balm over his nerves and Michael felt his shoulders relax just a tiny bit.
    “It’s all good, Mistress.”
    Mistress Megan nodded again, but looked thoughtful. “She seems to have undone all the good stuff you were feeling, though,” she noted shrewdly.
    Michael’s smile was more natural now, if a little wry. “Well, I’ve got another hour on display. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get the chance to service someone’s big bruiser of a slave.”
    Gregori quirked a brow as Megan’s laugh rang out over the presentation area. “I am sorely tempted to give you exactly that, sweetness,” she replied, blue eyes twinkling. “But I’ve promised my Sugar something special tonight.”
    Michael heaved a dramatic sigh. “Rejected!” He grinned to show he was joking. “I can only hope for another time.”
    Megan laughed again and Gregori rolled his eyes — though he made sure his Mistress didn’t see it. Michael was still smiling as the Southern belle led her submissive toward the private rooms.
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    Rob sat at the bar for the