Kassandra gently placed her glass of wine down on the table, her eyes briefly glancing over the options before her. “I suppose I lean more towards fruity or bitter. I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth,” she admitted with a small shrug. Her eyes followed as Charlotte selected a bottle of vodka, wondering if that was going to be the alcohol of choice.
Lottie grinned and looked across the table as she selected what she would need. Placing the bottle of vodka down she took a cocktail mixer and put measures from three different bottles in the mixer before topping it up with orange juice and some soda water. With a smirk she gave it a shake. “Grab two of those cocktail glasses,” she instructed Kassandra. “And add a little crushed ice to each.” Once the glasses were ready Lottie shared the orange liquid between the two glasses. She handed one to Kassandra and took the other herself. “Cheers,” she laughed as she tapped their glasses together and took a sip.
Valentine shook his head, amused at the little tease that different
so much by her usual barb. He found that it was one that could easily be
described as charming even.
“Still your apartment. It’s only polite to ask.” He answered
following her, hand laid over her back as a support and a reminder that he was
still around, a presence that wasn’t going away. “When you don’t have a
warrant.”
In her bathroom Valentine took a seat at the edge watching
her put the water on, fingers reaching under the spray to make sure it was just
warm enough. “No.” His eyes drifted away, not giving the idea too much thought,
least he found a reason to say yes – they’d fit, she was small enough to make
even this bathtub big enough for the both of them. “You need the rest. I want you
to take your time with it, soak in, I’ll be just over. And the door will be
open so if you need me I’ll come right away.” Val looked at her, “Understood?”
“I understand,” she said softly, feeling surprisingly sad that he was continuing his promise. Still it only took her a moment to realise that she could touch herself in the bath knowing he was just along the corridor and how much she would enjoy that. For a brief moment she wondered if he would be doing something similar as she was in no doubt that he had been aroused during the spanking too but she pushed that thought away as her pussy throbbed with need.
She leaned over to turn off the taps, making sure her red ass was pointed towards him as she leaned in to test the water again. Standing up her hands went to the hem of her top and she began to lift it, giving him the first glimpse of her stomach and stopping just as the bottom of her bra was showing. She raised a brow towards him, a silent question asking if he was staying while she stripped and pausing for a split second she continued to undress before she climbed into the bath.
Jim reached over and placed a finger under her chin, making sure she was looking at him. “I’m holding you to that Lottie. You may be a pain in the ass, but for some reason I like you anyway.” He held it for a moment longer before shifting back in his seat again so he could take another long drink from his own, the alcohol starting to numb the pain in his back which had been drawing most of his attention.
Lottie couldn’t help but meet his gaze as he forced her chin up. The action gave her a jolt but also left her in no doubt that she would have to do as she was told. “Yes Sir,” she replied quickly, her stomach flipping at that brief moment of dominance. Lottie made no attempt to move her head until he let go of her chin and she slid back in her own seat and took another drink. “Now we’re done with me you can tell me what you’ve been up to?” she said after a few moments silence, the cheeky grin back on her face.
The wine was, in Kassandra’s mind, just okay, but she didn’t want to seem rude now that she had poured it. It was probably best to finish it, but she was tempted by Charlotte’s offer. “What sort of drink did you have in mind, little chemist?” she chuckled softly. Her eyes watched the younger submissive approach the table, before her an array of liquors and various alcohol.
Lottie’s eyes lit up at the prospect of introducing Kassandra to something new. “That depends on what sort of thing you like. Do you prefer sweet, fruity, bitter?” she asked with a grin as she reached for the vodka for herself.
In the span of the several minutes that took for the girl to calm down from little sounds she was making, Valentine’s breathing went from deep spaced out intakes of lungfuls to a more regular breaths. His fingers brushed against her cheek, finding it still somewhat damp from her tears. Something that peppered a smile on the man’s face, one that he didn’t allow to linger for far too long.
“If you are feeling settled I’d like to get you to the bathroom.” He said, his hands falling on the small of her back. “A bath and some of that aftercare crème would do nicely.”
Lottie soon calms down, her ass stinging and warm but her head clear and her breathing far more regular. The sniffing had stopped and overall she just wants to curl up in his arms and sleep for a while. But then she reminded herself that it wasn’t that kind of scene and managed to stop herself from voicing those thoughts.
Looking at him with slight surprise Lottie nodded. The idea of a bath is a good one but it did leave her wondering if he wass joining her in the bathroom since he was adamant about keeping it non sexual, not that she would object to stripping for him, in fact given that she is pretty sure he enjoyed the experience more than he vocalised she is quite sure it would be entertaining. “This way…in case you’ve forgotten,” she chirped as she stood up, taking a moment to get the feeling back in her legs before leading the way through to the bathroom. Bending over she turned on the taps and looked at him, “Are you joining me?”
“Good.” But he couldn’t help feeling a little bit worried. She’d attracted their attention already, and that was enough to keep her in their sights until bigger fish came along. But then she accidentally gave him the perfect opening. “On one condition. Any time you get yanked in, you call either me or Spence. Even if we can’t get you out, we can give you back up. Got it?”
Lottie sighed deeply at Jim’s condition although there was never a doubt that she would accept it. “Yeah all right. Next time I get locked up Spencer is top of my list to call and you are second.” The words were said brazenly although there was a small tremor to her voice and she had been locked up too many times recently to actually joke about it. Lottie took a long drink, “They’ll move on soon though, I’m not interesting enough to keep anyone’s attention.”
“Yeah, guess that’s me,” she said, shrugging. “Unless there’s another newbie I didn’t know about.” She took a drink. “Miss Lovell mentioned you… Lottie… Um, chemistry, right?”
Lottie gave a soft chuckle at the strange sort of introduction, “I’m studying chemistry if that’s what you mean? I’m surprised Tru knows that though.” In hindsight she shouldn’t really be surprised what Tru knew and Rosaline was well aware of her studies. “You a student too?” she asked as she took a drink.
Valentine let out a low hum – content, confirming. He kept a hand on the back of her neck.
“Good,” His chest lifted slowly, it was time to bring her down. And he’d done this enough time with friends to know how to do it without making it sexual. Keep it simply Dominance and submission, stay in within the lines of what he’d promised and nothing more. Even if he was pretty sure somehow, despite everything, something had gone quite wrong.
“You feel my breaths?” He asked, adjusting her just enough so he was sure that she could count every intake of air. “Follow me, breathe only when I do.” For the next few minutes, Valentine’s chest rose in steady, calming breaths.
Lottie was a ragdoll in his arms moving as she adjusted her. There was no arguing or smart remarks, she was quiet and listening to his instructions. It was easy enough to match his breathing and she fell in step with him, the feel of his strong, broad chest moving in time with her and his arms holding her tight. Small hiccups of the last remaining tears came from her lips and the odd stray tear still fell but for the most part she was calm and feeling more relaxed.
By the time the girl’s ass glowed red and sore Valentine’s chest heaved slightly, not by the strain of effort, rather something that he struggled to keep at bay. His eyes roamed the slightly rumpled folds of her shirt. The way it bunched under the submissive’s hands where he kept them pinned, revealing the small of her back, baring the line of her spine all the way to where it curved into her pert ass – pushed high and eager. He tried not to think about how fitting it would be to tuck her panties down and continue spanking her, making the folds of her pussy as sore as her ass was, but his cock twitched betraying himself to his own willful ignorance. He thought it natural, to be aroused, she was crying now in the earnest and Valentine had never managed to be partial to a crying submissive. It was beautiful sigh and to know that it was done by his own hand – well…
“Come on,” He cleared his throat, pulling the girl into his hands. It wasn’t a hard task – she fit well in his embrace as well as she had fit in his lap: “You did so good. How do you feel, can you stay under a bit longer?”
Lottie didn’t offer any resistance as he lifted her. Her ass stung and burned but it was that wonderful pain that she loved and her head felt clearer than it had in days, weeks if she was honest. “I feel much better,” she replied honestly. “Thank you.” She looked at him with a shy smile and wondering how to proceed. In most circumstances she would expect this to move on from spanking but he had made it clear that wasn’t happening, no matter how much she wanted it. Instead she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths and let her body settle a little from all it had just gone through.
Figuring that the girl had probably been through enough, Spencer nodded with a sigh. “Yes, go. I hope the next time I see you is under better circumstances,” he said. She was bright and had unlimited potential. He hated seeing her get sucked into the seedier side of the family.
“Of course,” Lottie grinned as she stood up. “I’ll be a good girl until next time.” He knew her well but with threats hanging over her head there was a limit to who she could annoy anyway, the last thing she wanted was to actually end up in trouble. Good as Spencer was Lottie knew she was a small fish among the Montague pond.
Lottie's wild adventure 