Page 9 of Velvet Secrets

She was close.

I felt it.

I hurried to pull away right before she could let go causing her to release a broken sob.

“Oh, no.” I smiled, reaching for a handful of her hair and slowly dragging her up so that I could whisper in her neck. “You don’t get to cum yet, beautiful.” I pulled back to look into her pleading eyes. “Not until you beg.”

CHAPTER 4

Iwhimpered when he released me, my body still trembling and my breathing ragged. My thighs were slick from the evidence of his teasing and my body was screaming for a release and he offered me no comfort.

Only control.

When we stepped in the room, I was sure that things were going in my favor, but I was sadly mistaken when he got close enough to sink his claws in me. I was already working overtime to keep my resolve intact while in his presence, but the moment he touched me it melted away like ice cream on a hot, sunny day in the Sahara Desert.

I had rules that were cemented—etched in iron, tested and reinforced over years of carefully guarded control. This space—my space—was where I reigned, where others bent and obeyed.

But Sin…

Sin was different. He was a true dominant—not a man who needed to overpower me, but one that made surrender feel like a choice. Like a privilege. With him, submission wasn’t weakness. It was freedom. A release that I hadn’t realized I was starving for. And maybe that was therealsin. Not that he’dmademe break my own rules—but that I wanted to.

He moved around me slowly, watching me like a hawk, allowing the anticipation to build and letting me know how empty I felt without his hands on me.

“You think I’m being cruel?” he asked calmly.Almost tenderly. “This is mercy, beautiful. You don’t even know what you’re capable of.” He took a seat on the corner of the bed and pointed to the floor in front of him. “Crawl.”

I wanted to protest. Ineededto say something. But I couldn’t. My words didn’t exist. They’d obviously been warped into the same multiverse that my resolve had been sent to.And my golden rule.

My hesitation earned me a sharp look.

“You wanted to play,” he stated evenly. “You words were if we crossed that threshold wewillplay, right?” I nodded. “Show me how bad you want it, Avani.” He encouraged then repeated, “crawl,” still pointing to the floor.

Slowly I lowered myself until my knees hit the floor. I crawled to him—slow, bare and trembling—a movement of surrender.

Of submission.

When I reached him, he cupped my jaw like he did earlier and tilted my head so that I was looking at him.

“You look even more beautiful when you break.”

He reached down, his fingers sliding between my legs again. I gasped, instinctively rocking my hips into his fingers, but he instantly pulled away.

“Ah, ah, ah. You move without permission again, and I’ll stop touching you all together. Is that what you want?”

“No.” I whispered, dropping my head, but he cupped my chin and made me look at him.

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

His smile returned. “That’s better.”

He reached down again, but this time he pulled me into his lap, making sure one of his thighs rested between mine to keep my legs spread. He held me in place with one arm wrapped around my waist while the other hand snaked between us—delivering slow, lazy strokes.

I tossed my head back on his shoulder enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body and his lips on my neck and shoulder as he worked me over.

“Look at you.” He mumbled sexily in my ear. “Shaking. Needy. You’re clenching as if you’ve already cum a time or two.”

“I—shit—please?—”

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