Page 8 of Velvet Secrets

“Strip… but slow.” I instructed. “I want to watch you wrestle with it.”

She hesitated; her eyes still locked onto mine. That cloak of confidence she’d been wearing all night had dissolved and she was now standing in front of me contemplating what her next move should be.

“That’s it.” I coaxed. “You’re not scared. You’re waiting for me to tell you it’s okay to let go.”

She started moving slowly—fingers trembling as she unfastened each button. She didn’t drop her eyes. She didn’t run. She just gave me what I asked for.

One piece at a time.

“Leave those.” I suggested when she reached for the ties on the heels that strapped up her legs.

Once she was upright, all of her glory on full display, I closed the space between us and gripped her jaw gently.

“You want to play?” I brushed my thumb across her lips again. “Then here’s your new rule…” I paused for a second. “You don’t cum until I say so.”

Finally I leaned in and met her lips. The kiss wasn’t chaotic. It was intentional. Every tilt of my head, every brush of my tongue, was meant to show her something.What it felt like to be wanted.

Her lips parted when I pulled away, her breathing trembling. I didn’t speak right away. Instead I cast my gaze down her body, taking a moment to enjoy every inch of her, then I cupped her jaw again, a little firmer this time.

“Turn around.” I instructed and she obeyed. “Hands on the bench and don’t move.” I pointed to the bench that was a few feet away.

She did as she was told and I could tell by the way she was gripping the edge of the bench that she was bracing herself for what was next—probably expecting force. Instead my fingertips softly traced the length of her spine and I used my knuckles to trace the swell of her ass. My touches were light and teasing.

“You’re already trembling.” I mumbled as I crouched down behind her. “I haven’t even touched you properly.”

I parted her center slowly with two fingers, just enough to heat her up.

“Mm,” I groaned lowly. “You’re so wet for me already.”

I retracted my fingers and slowly slid them through her folds causing her to gasp and shift.

“I said don’t move.”

Her grip on the bench tightened.

I began to toy with her clit some, drawing soft gasps from her as well as frustrated whimpers.

“Your body wants to give in.” I stated lowly. “But you’re trying to stay in control. Even now.”

I pushed two fingers deep inside of her again but this time I stroked her slowly enjoying the feeling of the wetness and tightness. The moment her walls started contracting I removed my fingers again.

“You’re not running this,” I said. “You don’t get to decide when to finish. You don’t even decide when youstart.” I moved around her, crouching in front of her and leaning in. “If you cum before I say, I’ll tie you up and make you wait until you’re crying for it. You understand?”

“Yes.” She answered breathlessly.

I reached between her legs again, my fingers much more purposeful this time—slick, controlled strokes right over her sensitive spot. More than enough to make her react.

“I said—do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

I smirked. That was unexpected.

But I liked it.

“Good girl.”

Without removing my hand, I moved around her body again and began to really start putting in work. I alternated betweencircling her clit, pressing inside of her, curling my fingers just right. I made sure to take her to the edge with precision, yet again, reading every single twitch and stifled moan.

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