Velleity

Chapter One

******FINAL WARNING!!! THERE WILL BE NO FURTHER WARNINGS AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS. THIS IS A HARD-CORE BDSM NOVEL. (Don't know what that is? Check the tags!) IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!******

The sounds from the club settled into a dull roar as she focused on her drink, waiting for her Master.

As she watched, the water inside her glass rippled resulting from the sound waves bouncing backing and forth between the walls.

She'd dressed for the scene they'd be doing that night. Something she had fantasied for quite sometime and had finally convinced her Master to undertake.

For the occasion, she wore a white skirt that just barely reached mid-thigh. Her top was a lacy corset styled shirt that gently cupped her D sized breast, the ends caressing and kissing her skin. Underneath was her favorite strappy underwear that provided no barrier to the outside world. That was fine, however, since they wouldn't be on for long anyways. 

Master was taking longer than usual. Although she was supposed to arrive fifteen minutes before him, it had already been twenty, which rarely happened. It was starting to make her anxious to the point where she wondered if something had inhibited him from arriving on time, something bad.

"Good evening."

She whipped her gaze to her left, meeting the crystal blues she'd been waiting for.

She held his gaze and responded, "Good evening."

She could see the mirth in his eyes. Master believed this to be funny. That was fine, she knew that when the time came, he would put aside his feelings for hers, even if it was only for tonight.

"My name's Caden." He held out his hand for her to take, "And you?"

"Abigail." They shook hands before each rested them on the table, hers next to her drink, his next to hers.

"May I sit?" He asked.

She eyed the chair beside her, then she eyed him. It seemed that he was finally within the headspace the role called for. That would do.

"Sure."

After he had situated himself, Caden turned to her, "So, what do you for a living?"

She rolled her eyes, "Couldn't come up with something more creative?"

Caden blinked. "Hey, that was my best pickup line!"

She nodded, giggling as she said, "I know."

And on they went, bantering back and forth for hours, it seemed, relaxing more and more into their roles for the night. And, finally, Caden decided to ask her the question she'd been waiting to hear all night: "Would you like to come back to my place?" His voiced lowered as his gaze trickled down her neck. "To perhaps do something that would leave us satiated until the morn?"

Abigail's pupils dilated. Her voice came out sounding breathy as she said, "Sure."

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By the time they had arrived at Caden's place, Abigail's anxiety was through the roof, mostly because she forcing herself to be anxious. If she had to be truthful, then she would say her anticipation, not anxiety, was through the roof.

They sat on his couch facing the television, him to her right. The silence was almost palpable only broken by the frequent brushes of clothing on leather as they settled into their seats.

Caden reached out, twirling a strand of hair that caressed her cheek. He leaned forward, tracing his lips up her throat and across her jawline as a hand snaked it's way up her left shoulder and landed on her cheek, pushing her lips to meet his.