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Velvet Valentines

Velvet Valentines

Scenes from Velvet Ice

Violet Summers

Published 2010

ISBN 978-1-59578-665-4

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509

rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval

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otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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Editor

Terri Schaefer

Cover Artist

April Martinez

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of

the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual

events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Blurb

Elise and Derek have the perfect relationship. Or so she thinks. When she discovers

an invitation to a Valentine's Day Bacchanal at Club Velvet Ice, she begins to wonder.

Especially since it's addressed to Master Derek. Forcing Derek to come clean about the

secrets of his past also forces Elise to confront her own desires, as Derek puts her love—

and her courage—to the test. Now they must discover if they have the strength to trust in

their own feelings, and in each other, so their love can survive.

Chapter One

February 10th

Master Derek,

Come and spend the holiday with us—and don't forget the handcuffs.

Velvet Ice is hosting our annual Wicked Winter Night on February 14th.

Your room is ready and waiting, enjoy our Valentines festivities.

Complementary gift bags for all our members.

Don't forget your golden coin.

Lust is in the air!

The Staff of Velvet Ice

Elise Sanders re-read the silver writing inside the black invitation. What in the world

was Velvet Ice, and why was Derek being referred to as Master? She'd read the thing

three times and it didn't make any more sense now than the first. She looked back down

into the desk drawer the invitation had been in. Lying under the invitation was a shiny

gold coin, stamped with a V on one side and a whip on the other.

"Hey baby, did you find the stamps?" Derek's deep voice came from behind her.

"Can't mail cards to your nieces without stamps." He nuzzled the side of her neck. She

closed her eyes for a second and enjoyed the feel of Derek's tongue behind her ear.

She couldn't help but melt back into his embrace. It had been that way since the first

time she'd seen him, staring challengingly across the courtroom at her. She'd met his

soulful brown eyes and had forgotten, for just a second, the judge and jury. She'd even

forgotten the terrified young man sitting behind Derek at the defense table. For that split

second there'd been no one in the courtroom except the two of them, and Elise had known

her life was about to change forever.

Two years later Derek could still turn her mind to mush with a look. All he had to do

was trail a finger down her shoulder and her body melted like candle wax. If she

sometimes thought she saw a shadow of dissatisfaction in his eyes, she'd blamed it on her

own insecurities. Now, having seen this invitation, she wasn't so sure.

Elise grabbed the coin on impulse and slipped it into the front pocket of her jeans.

"No, but I did find this." She turned to face him, holding the invitation out. "Why is it

addressed to Master Derek?"

Derek snatched the thick embossed paper from her hand and crumpled it up, tossing

it in the small wire trash bin next to the desk.

"It's nothing, baby." He tried to wrap his arms around her but Elise maneuvered free.

"It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like something you ought to tell me about." She

wasn't normally a suspicious woman, but something about the words on the invite was

nagging at her.

Derek crossed his arms over his chest and blew out a long breath. "Elise, it's just

something left over from my past. My past, baby."

"If it's part of your past, then you shouldn't have any problems telling me about it."

The uncomfortable expression on her lover's handsome face sent her nerves twanging,

compelled her to push him a little more. "Derek, we're supposed to trust each other. It

can't be so bad that you're afraid to tell me."

Streaks of red marked his cheekbones. She wasn't sure if it was out of embarrassment

or anger. Elise felt a knot of worry begin to twist in her stomach. She stood quietly,

waiting for him to say something, anything. When he refused to even look at her Elise

lost her patience.

"I love you, Derek, and I've shared the most intimate things about my past with you.

You say you love me, but apparently you don't feel you can do the same." Her anger died,

drowned under a wash of hurt.

"Don't ever question my love, Elise." His eyes snapped and she didn't have to

wonder why his face was red anymore. The man was pissed. "You are everything to me.

Everything ." He pinned her with a hard stare. His lawyer stare, designed to cow the most

resistant witness. "You shouldn't have been snooping in my stuff in the first place."

Elise froze; no way was Derek Thomas going all legal on her. Her normally

easygoing nature went up in flames as the famous Sanders' red-headed temper took over,

pushing the hurt aside.

"I wasn't snooping in your things. The damn thing was lying there when I went to get

the stamps. You're the one who told me where to look." He was so not going to blame her

because she found something she apparently wasn't supposed to see. "What else are you

hiding from me?" His deep brown eyes widened, but no words passed his lips.

Frustration drove Elise on. "Dammit, Derek, you look like I ran over your dog.

What's so difficult about answering my question?"

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw so tight she was surprised he didn't crack a

tooth. Then he drew a deep breath and met her gaze.

"Fine. You win. Master Derek is who I used to be." He turned and walked into his

bedroom. She heard him open his walk-in closet and rifle loudly through the contents.

When he came out he had a whip wrapped around his arm. Her mouth dropped open

in shock. The thing had to be at least six feet in length from handle to tip. He held it

comfortably, like he'd used it many times before. He stroked his long fingers over it the

way he'd touch a lover. His whole demeanor was different. Her passionate, playful

boyfriend was now serious, dark, almost menacing.

Elise thought she should be afraid, but she wasn't. Instead, she was confused and a

little bit nervous. Not in a bad way. No, this kind of nervous made her heart race, her

nipples tighten painfully and her mouth water. She'd never experienced this side of

Derek, hadn't know it existed. Their lovemaking was always so sweet and gentle; he

treated her body as if she were made of crystal.

"Yes, baby, it's exactly what you think it is." He walked over to her, behind her. His

hot, moist breathe slid across her nape.

"In that past you are so desperate to know about I was a sexual Dom, Elise." She

jumped as the handle of the whip slid across her shoulders, and around her throat to brush

over the tops of her breasts. A shiver worked its way through her, starting at her core and

shaking her whole body. Her nipples peaked and her panties grew damp. "My lovers

were my submissives, and Velvet Ice is the club where I would go to play with them."

The moment he mentioned ex-lovers the spell he was weaving broke and Elise was

left frozen where she stood, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't imagine yourself tied to my bed while I do all kinds of

dirty little things to you?" The disgust in his voice broke her heart. The small touch he'd

just given her was far from being dirty. No, that small demonstration only managed to

fire up her curiosity and make her wonder what else he liked to do. And if she'd like it,

too.

"Derek," she paused, not sure what to say. She didn't understand his anger. He was

the one keeping secrets. She was the one who had the right to be pissed off.

He moved to stand in front of her and let the whip fall to the floor at their feet. He

cupped her cheek, his big hand infinitely gentle.

"Baby, I don't want you to know that part of me."

A lump formed in Elise's throat when she saw the sadness in Derek's eyes.

"Why not? Derek, help me understand."

"Remember our first date?" Elise remembered it like it was yesterday. They'd had

dinner, then sat at a little jazz club Downtown until closing time, sharing their life stories.

"I knew that night that I wanted something more with you than a few dates," he told

her earnestly. "I was attracted to everything about you." A little flame kindled in his eyes,

echoed low in her belly, as they both remembered their first, electric kiss.

He sighed. "That night you told me about your first lover. How he spanked you, and

how much you hated it. You told me how he hurt you when you had sex."

"Derek, wait a minute. I think you misunderstood what I was really saying." He cut

her off with his finger to her lips.

"No, baby, I understood you perfectly. I knew that night I would have to choose

between my old way of life and a new way, with you. I chose you." He stroked her lower

lip with his thumb, cradling her face in his hand. "I still choose you."

In the back of her mind Elise knew he'd given up part of himself for her, and at some

level she was overwhelmed. In awe. But only at some level. The rest of her was even

angrier than before.

"I never asked you to change for me, Derek," she began, fire in her tone.

"I know," he interrupted. "But I also know you couldn't handle what I liked doing.

You're too sweet, too delicate for that kind of lifestyle. Especially when I already knew

you didn't like it."

Elise backed away from the man she loved. He was making her question every

aspect of their relationship, and it terrified her. Left her feeling adrift and alone. She

grabbed her anger and held on tight. At least angry she could ignore the soul-deep hurt.

"You arrogant son of a bitch. How dare you sacrifice yourself for the sake of my

sweetness and delicacy ?" She didn't even try to keep the sarcasm out of the last three

words. "I don't even know you, do I?" He flinched at the disbelief in her tone, and her

heart broke a little bit. "And if that's how you see me," she shook her head. "Well, then,

Derek, you've never really known me, either."

Derek moved in on her, grabbing her arms above the elbow to prevent her escape.

"Yes you do, baby. You know me better than anyone ever has." She turned her face

away, unable to look at him as she imagined all the lovers, the submissives , who'd known

him, far better than she ever had. "Elise," he caught her chin between his finger and

thumb and gently forced her to face him, "I've never kept any secrets from you except

this. And this is a part of my past."

"It's only in your past because of me. I'm not stupid, Derek. I know enough about

psychology to realize that when something is a big part of your life, it's a part of who you

are, not just something you do."

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