VelvetWhip by VJ Summers and Sierra Summers

Chapter One
     
    Stephen Dwyer grabbed his favorite whip. He gripped the
well-worn handle—it fit perfectly. His fingers had carved out imprints in the
leather long ago. He tested the weight and snapped his wrist a couple of times,
sending the tail flying with a loud crack.
    He’d already assembled the aftercare stuff in his room at
Club Velvet Ice. A massage table fitted with a thick pad and silky,
high-thread-count sheet waited near the side of the room. Along one wall stood
a low cabinet that also acted as a counter. That was where he’d laid out the
supplies he’d use to care for Ginger, to bring her gently back to earth once
he’d sent her flying. Several velvety-soft washcloths shared space with
antiseptic wipes—just in case and as a precaution, not because he planned to
actually break the skin—and a large jar of high-quality aloe gel.
    And—also just in case, though this was him being hopeful
rather than cautious—a box of condoms.
    All that was left was to make sure DJ Wicked had the right
music, and to get his submissive as ready as his equipment.
    He took his favorite flogger from its place on the wall. The
long leather strips made him shiver in anticipation. He was going to flog and
whip Ginger Wilcox until she was dizzy with need. The newest submissive at
Velvet Ice intrigued him. She was a mix of innocence and defiance. A heady
combination for Stephen. When he’d discovered that Master Sin had paired him up
with Ginger for the scene, his dick had jerked to attention.
    She was so different than him. There was nothing
conservative about her. Her long dark hair was streaked with a brilliant
scarlet. Her back sported apple blossom tattoos that started in the middle of
her back and ended at her left shoulder. She was small compared to his six-foot-two
frame and her curvy figure could set any man on fire. But it was her skin, her
smooth, creamy skin, that called to the Dom in him.
    She was going to look so damn lovely with his marks
crisscrossing her back and thighs. If she was especially adventurous, he would
kiss her breasts with his whip.
    He looked at himself in the mirror. He wore the usual for a
performance. Black leathers and a tight-fitting black T-shirt. Around his
wrists were two thick leather cuffs. He decided to lose the shirt, exposing his
pierced nipples. The audience of club-goers expected him to look the part of a
Dom and for the sub to also dress in fetish wear.
    He imagined most of the audience would be taken aback if
they knew he was a button-down IT guy for a major hospital. His nine-to-five
life was completely different than how he chose to spend his free time.
    He couldn’t wait to get a look at Ginger. He turned from the
mirror and left the room with his tools in hand.
    He traveled down one of the hallways that housed the private
rooms and through a set of double doors that ended in an open play area.
    Spotting Wicked in his DJ booth, he moved over to the
half-Asian, half-white man who supplied the music for the club.
    “Whatcha got for me?” Wicked asked with a smile that matched
his name.
    Stephen handed over the sheet of paper that had been in his
back pocket to the man who spun the records.
    “Nice,” the DJ commented. “It starts off slow and builds in
tempo. I like the heavy bass lines. They’ll go hand in hand with your strokes.”
Wicked tapped out a rhythm on the edge of the soundboard. “This is the first
time you’ve worked with the newbie, isn’t it?”
    Ginger had only been employed at the club for about three
months. Stephen had avoided her as much as he could. Not because she’d done anything
wrong. In fact just the opposite was true. He was incredibly attracted to her.
From her silky crown to her pink-tipped toes housed in high heels.
    She was a lethal, walking combination of sex appeal and
sweetness all wrapped into one hot package. He’d chosen to keep his distance
because he’d been afraid that she would bewitch him with her sexy little body
and molten