[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM May-December Romance, voyeurism, public exhibition, kinbaku, spanking, wax play, HEA]
Virginia Laurens's husband takes a young mistress and throws his wife out of their home. She has no friends to turn to so, penniless and alone, secretly she spends her nights in The Blood Red Rose Club. Valkyrie has loved her since he first set eyes on her, but as she was married he kept his feelings to himself. One night he discovers her hiding and their feelings for each other overcome them.
Valkyrie helps her to discover the woman that her husband successfully crushed. After a make-over and new clothes, she begins to gain confidence and even enjoy a taste of the BDSM lifestyle he lives. She has issues which Valkyrie realises she will have to resolve in her own time if they are to have a future. Can she break free of the conditioning at last and seize this chance at happiness? When danger threatens, will she survive, and what will it mean for their relationship?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Come in,” Valkyrie called.
She entered the room. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in his private office, as he sometimes requested sandwiches and coffee. It was an impressive room, all red-leather Chesterfield sofas and chairs with a large oak desk. Valkyrie was seated at the desk, working at his computer, but when he saw her, he stood up.
“Virginia, do come in and close the door. What can I do for you?”
Valkyrie was a tall, well-built man. His long, blond hair lay in a thick plait over one shoulder. His face wasn’t handsome, but it was striking. The hawk-like nose and startling, deep-blue eyes under bushy, blond brows, and the long ends of his moustache with the neatly-trimmed beard made his face one that was likely to be remembered. She’d seen him in the Viking costume he wore in the club, but in a business suit, with a blue-and-white-striped shirt and a dark-blue tie, he was a sight to behold, and she felt a jolt in her womb. She said nothing.
“Won’t you sit down and tell me how I can help you? It’s Virginia, isn’t it? Or do you prefer Mrs. Daltrey?”
“Please call me Virginia, sir.” Somehow, she regained control of her limbs and took the seat he indicated. Her voice had come out low and throaty, and not the squeak she’d been afraid of. Why is he having this effect on me now? I’ve spoken to him before and I didn’t feel like this. I’d better get a grip on myself or he’s going to think I’ve lost my marbles.
“I’d like to be paid in cash in future, if that’s convenient, please, sir,” she said, barely managing to get it out.
“Certainly, Virginia. Is there any particular reason for the change? None of my cheques have bounced, have they?” He smiled as he said it, and she smiled back.
“No, sir, of course not. My personal circumstances have changed, that’s all.”
“Very well then. Will starting next week do?” he asked.
“I was very much hoping it could be from tomorrow, please.”
“I will arrange it for you. Is there anything else I can do to help? I take the welfare of my staff very seriously.” His voice was so full of concern that Virginia almost lost her composure and told him everything. She managed to cling to a measure of control and stood up. She was pleased to see he did the same. His manners were impeccable.
“Thank you very much, but that’s all, really,” she said.
“Well if there is anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask me. I’m always here. I will do anything I can to help, you know.” His voice was warm and sincere. He showed her to the door and closed it behind her.
* * * *
Valkyrie leaned on the door he’d just closed. Now what was all that about? She was so upset she was almost in tears. If that damned bully of a husband has been hitting her…she had a bruise on the side of her face, too. I bet the bugger has been abusing her. Why doesn’t she just walk out and leave him? Hang on, though, they aren’t from these parts. I bet he brought her up here to get her to himself, the manipulating bastard. One of these days, he’ll go too far. She ought to leave him before he does her a permanent injury.
Valkyrie had been struck by Virginia’s quiet dignity the moment he first saw her. She wasn’t his type, and she was older than any other woman he’d dated. He’d never been serious about a woman in his life before, but he’d always made that plain to the ones he’d dated. He wasn’t looking to marry, and so far, he’d never met anyone he wanted to share more than a few evenings with. It was with great surprise that he found himself thinking about Virginia. From her employee records, he knew that she was married. From the occasional bruise and comment from Mrs. Laurens, he gathered she wasn’t happy in her marriage. He wasn’t prepared to come between man and wife, so he watched from afar, and rendered assistance whenever he could. He made sure she wasn’t aware of it, but he became increasingly fond of her. He loved the way she coped. Her back was straight, her head was held high, and no-one was to know if she wasn’t happy. He admired her courage. She was in her fifties, and no-one would suspect there was anything wrong. Obviously she spent little money on her clothes, hair, and make-up. She could be very attractive, in a mature way, if she had the right apparel. He liked to fantasise about her. She wore clean, neat, and serviceable stuff, usually a skirt and blouse with a sweater or cardigan in the colder weather. In his mind, he dressed her in clinging dresses with swirling skirts. He put her hair up, and skilfully applied make-up took years off her age. He’d love to do that for her. As usual, he told himself, She's married, hands off! Now something’s changed. She looks almost desperate. Why does she want to be paid in cash? What has happened? I have to know more.
Valkyrie lifted her in his arms, as if she weighed very little. He placed her carefully on the bed. Then he turned on the bedside light and fished condoms from the drawer. He tossed them on the bed beside her.
“Take that bloody garment off. I want to see your body.” As she complied and lifted her arms to remove the offending night-wear, she heard him say, “At last!”
He dropped his soft pants on the floor and climbed on the bed. Like some huge, predatory cat, he advanced on her on his hands and knees.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Ginny. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Now I intend to have you, unless you tell me ‘no,’” he said gruffly.
“I’ve wanted you, too, Valkyrie. Just fuck me now, please.”
He lay on top of her. His hands framed her face, and his legs pushed hers apart. He gazed into her eyes, and then he kissed her. Dropping butterfly kisses all over her face, her eyes, her nose then down to her neck, he murmured,
“Ginny, Ginny love. I want you. I need to be inside you very soon, love. You’re beautiful and you smell so good. Kiss me, love.”
She licked the seam of his lips with the point of her tongue, and his mouth opened to allow her to slip inside. Then he seized her tongue between his teeth and tormented her by flicking it with the tip of his. Liquid fire filled her veins. Desire raced through her. She’d never felt like this is in all her time with Geoff, but then he’d never taken the trouble to arouse her, only calling her “frigid.” She responded to Valkyrie and loved the weight of his body urgently pressing her into the mattress. He released her tongue and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The pleasure was excruciating. She arched her back, wanting more. She panted and sobbed in her ecstasy, and her lover re-doubled his efforts, sucking the other nipple into his hot mouth to flick it with his tongue whilst rolling the first one between firm fingers. Virginia felt as if she’d explode. He was driving her higher and higher. The pleasure was becoming too much to bear. He released her nipples and licked a slow trail down her belly. He drew in a breath and let it out in a soft “Ahhh.” His fingers parted her folds and he licked a trail down her pussy, and then back up again, until he fastened on her clit and began to drive her demented. Her head rolled from side to side, her limbs took on a life of their own, too, and she trembled as she felt her orgasm gather. Still, he held her on the brink.
“Please, please, let me come.” Briefly, her thoughts flew to that young sub, but not for long. She heard him chuckle.
“I love to hear you beg, Ginny.” As he said it, he nipped her clit, and a wave of exquisite pleasure made her toes curl up. She screamed his name as she convulsed in his arms. He held her and petted her as the after-shocks racked her body. Then he ripped the foil wrapper, rolled the condom onto his cock, and slowly entered her. Her eyes flared as she looked at him. How is that huge dick going to fit inside me? He must have read her expression, because he smiled at her.
“I’ll go slowly, and you’ll be fine. If you feel uncomfortable, just say so, okay?” She smiled at him.
She felt the head of his dick push into her pussy. He was firm but gentle, and he withdrew after entering her a little way, and then he pushed home more firmly until his balls slapped against her bottom. She moaned at the sensation of fullness. Then he began to move in and out. He rested on his arms over her as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy, and he bent to apply his mouth to her nipples. She arched her back to get his mouth where she needed it, offering her breasts for his attention, and he obliged her, chuckling as she gasped and sobbed her pleasure.
“How I love to hear you sing, Ginny.”