This is my special Valentine to you. ❤
This night takes place approximately six months after the end of that story. I hope you enjoy this look back into the life of Mia and Vincent.
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A Perfect Valentine
When he saw the car pull into the driveway, Vincent smoothed back the curtains and hurried into the living room. He put his feet up, turned on the TV and tried his best not to grin ear to ear.
Thankfully he didn’t have to hide the frantic beating of his heart. He couldn’t have, even if he wanted to.
He heard the door open and Mia step inside. He barely heard her keys hit the counter before his dog Gus started barking. He used to bark to keep intruders out. Now he softly ruffed, happy that the lady of the house was home. Vincent could hear the whooshing of his tail. It was a telling sign that, as weary as she must be from a full week of work, Mia had succumbed to the canine’s charms. Without seeing them he knew that Gus’ fur was being lightly stoked and his ears softly scratched.
It still amazed him that Mia, a captivating woman from an entirely different world, had agreed to make a life with him. She had rented out her fancy house and moved into this small home that he had renovated himself. Although it was still very much his original home, she had put her stamp on every room. Her DVD’s now shared shelf space with his. Her Eamas designer chair was tucked in beside his over-sized leather recliner. Although it was a mix of styles, everything fit together beautifully.
He was anxious to see her. All day today she had sent him text messages from her cell phone to his. Sweet little messages that had just melted him. It had been hard to hold himself back and wait. It would have been so easy to spoil this surprise he had planned, but he managed to keep his responses short and just sweet enough to let her know that she was loved.
She had no idea how much was she was about to get spoiled.
He heard her toe off her high heeled shoes, while Gus happily thumped his way into the living room to see his Master. A minute or so later she followed. Vincent kept his eyes on the TV as long as possible as part of his cover. When he finally looked up, he saw his love standing there, smiling at her own Master.
“Hi.” Her voice was lovely but coated heavily with fatigue. Mia was a psychiatrist who worked at a Government clinic. Her patients were often the victims of abuse, and their stories sometimes took a heavy toll. Mia was very good at her job, but she was still working on her own recovery. A year and a half ago, and unfortunately again last fall, she had been held captive by her ex. She still physically and mentally wore the scars of her imprisonment.
Vincent couldn’t take her pain away, but he could show her how much he loved and appreciated her. Every day he tried to make her see how precious she was to him. Today he planned to make her feel extra special.
And it was time to get that plan started.
“Hey babe.” He pointed to the TV with the remote. “The game’s almost over. Then I’ll get ready to go.” He was currently dressed in jeans and an old tshirt. Not proper clothing for a night on the town, but it would be fine for what he had in mind.
She bit her lip. “Vin, I know we had talked about going out tonight, but I’d rather just stay in and snuggle on the couch tonight. Okay?”
Vincent made a show of frowning and feigned disappointment. “Are you sure? Terry saved a table for us.” Terry, a good friend, was the hostess at a restaurant they had gone to when Vincent and Mia had first started dating. Terry was also a member of the fetish club where they had first met. Mia had been tasked with introducing him to BDSM. He had no idea that she would later become the love of his life and the most important person in the world to him.
“Really? Can you please call her and cancel? Tell her that I’ll make it up to her. I just don’t feel like going out.” She unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off. He loved watching her undress, even when she wasn’t trying to be sexy about it.
“Fine.” Vincent turned back to the TV. “I’ll call her the next time they break for commercial.” It was hard to pull his eyes away from her to look back at the TV, but he had to stick to his plan.
“Thanks. I’m just going to go change into something more comfortable and then I’ll fix us something to eat.”
His eyes stayed glued on the game, but he listened for her footsteps as he left the room and headed up the stairs.
1, 2, 3. He counted in his head, giving her time to get into the room and let her guard down.
4, 5, 6. Vincent left the TV on but stood up quickly. Gus jumped up too, tail wagging. Sorry boy, there’s no time to play.
7, 8, 9, 10. Vincent took the stairs two at a time. He was excited and ready to move to the next step of his plan.
He burst into their bedroom, startling her.”Vincent!” She cried out, chastising him for the scare. He had given her just enough time to get undressed.
He crossed his arms and slipped into a different character, one that suited him much better than the disinterested sports guy. “Mia, is that the way you address your Master?”
“No, Master,” she sighed. “Vincent, I’m a bit too tired to scene.”
He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Do you not trust me, sub?”
“Then stop resisting my will.”
Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She bowed her head, slipping into her role as his submissive.
Now he allowed himself the luxury of taking time to admire her. She was beautiful, and her submission to him created butterflies in his stomach. He was humbled by the trust she placed in him. He never through that he would be the type of man to want this lifestyle, but now he craved it. He needed the control.
“Lie down on the bed please, face down.”
Without another word of protest, she turned and climbed up on their big bed. She closed her eyes and laid waiting while he went to the closet. Originally he had designed and modeled this room to have ‘his and hers’ closets. The ‘his’ closet had been relocated to the spare bedroom pretty soon after Mia had moved in. Vincent didn’t mind. After another quick remodel the space now gave them enough room to store their toys and tools.
The door made a click as it swung open, causing Mia’s eyes to snap open. “The toy closet, Sir?”
“Yes Sub. Close your eyes again.”
She gave a sigh of impatience, but he saw a smile sneak onto her lips.
He returned to his task and selected a few pieces he would need. He also retrieved the bag he had hidden there. It contained a few items that he had bought special for tonight.
Vincent closed the closet door again and walked to the foot of the bed. He closed cuffs over both of her ankles. The shackles had a small chain linking them, but as was so short it practically immobilized her. Once he finished with her legs, he walked around to the side of the bed. “Give me your hand, please.”
There was only a slight hesitation before she raised her left hand. Being restrained had once been a hard limit for her. Now they worked through her fear together. She still didn’t love being tied up or cuffs but she trusted him enough to not let it derail their scenes together.
After he snapped a cuff around her left wrist, she dutifully held up her right hand. He cuffed that wrist as well. Instead of having a chain together, these cuffs linked her hands tightly together. Although they were made of plastic that she could easily break and escape if needed.
Done. The first part of his surprise was set up. Now to deliver it. The bed shifted as it took his weight. He sat by her side and, after taking out the massage oil her had purchased, put the bag down beside him.
He poured a small amount into his hand and warmed the oil by rubbing his palms together. A light citrus scent filled the air as he began to massage her tired muscles. His palms worked her neck and them down over her stiff shoulders.
“Thank you, Master” she breathed as his hands worked down her lower back to her legs. He loved seeing her relax as the tension of the week fell away. He took care to kneed and pull every part of her body, right down to her toes.
Fully relaxed, she didn’t open her eyes as he reached back into the bag again. He smiled as he readied his next tool.
She shivered as the cold, stainless steel Wartenberg pinwheel bit into her skin. He could imagine the interesting contradiction of sensation as the spikes moved over her relaxed skin. When he hit an especially sensitive area, her back arched up and she moaned. Excellent, his girl was primed and ready.
He began to massage her again. This time in a more personal, private area. As his fingers slipped through her folds, he saw that he needed no more oil to lubricate her skin. She was wet and he planned to taste her.
As his tongue swept along her labia, her back arched once more. “Oh yes.” There was no sound of fatigue now in her voice. It was replaced by the husky sound of arousal as she urged him to continue. “More please.”
He agreed. “You’ve been a good sub, so I think I’ll reward you.” He parted her legs as much as the chain between her leg cuffs would allow. Even that little amount gave him greater access to her clit. He took advantage of the reveal and touched the tip of his tongue to the sensitive nub. He have could be mistaken, but he thought that he heard her purr as he increased the attention he paid to that particular part of her anatomy. Her succulent cream coated his mouth as he lapped across her skin. With each stroke he added more pressure and tension. Each stroke was a little quicker than the last. He had been well schooled in her body’s response and this was a technique he knew she loved.
It wasn’t long before her legs began to shake. Her body was tensing up, crying out for release. There had once been a time when she needed permission to come. Until the words were said to free her, her orgasm could only be held in, painful, coiled up like a tight spring until she was given the command to release.
But now she trusted her Master and she trusted her own body. She was able to appreciate the pleasure he was giving her and the love in his intentions and actions. She no longer had to hold back to hide what was natural.
Slowly her skin blushed and he knew she was close. He shifted slightly to apply more pressure and to wiggle a finger or two inside of her core. That added stimulation was exactly enough to send her over the edge.
“Oh God Vincent, I love you.” She shook with the intensity of her orgasm and he tasted her pleasure with his tongue.
He stilled as the electricity in her limbs dissipated. He was smiling and he knew she was too. He loved making her come. This was just the first orgasm of many that he had planned for her tonight.
He sat up. “How was that, sub?”
She rolled onto her side to leaned up as far as she could on her side. “That was amazing, Master.”
“Happy first Valentine’s Day together.” He left his perch between her lovely thighs and crawled up the bed to her.
“Kiss me.” She begged.
There must have been some lingering electricity in her body. He felt the spark when he pressed his lips against hers. Although it probably had little to do with her recent orgasm, as he had felt the spark from the very first time they kissed. He felt it again now and he hoped he always felt the electricity of the connection between them.
She pulled back slightly. “Your turn?” Her big brown eyes were full of mischief.
He was the Dom, and he was the one who was in control in the bedroom. Occasionally though he allowed his sweet sub to call the shots. “I thought you were tired.”
She chuckled. “That massage almost put me to sleep, but somehow you found a way to wake me back up.”
“That was exactly my plan.”
He was so blessed to have this pixie in his life. She had once thrown him away because she through that she was too broken to deserve his love. He was just lucky that she had come to her senses and agreed to not only be his sub, but also his wife.
“So what else so you have in that bag?”
He was considering letting her find out exactly what other surprises he had in store, when the door bell rang.They shared a panicked look. “Shit that must be the food. I conspired with Terry to have dinner sent over for us.”
“So you never had reservations?”
She shook her head in happy disbelief as he quickly un-cuffed her. The door bell rang again and Gus started barking. “You better hurry.”
He gave her a quick kiss. “And don’t look in the bag. It’s top secret until after dinner.”
She smiled. “I can’t wait.”
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