Page 19 of Velvet Sin (Elite Men of Los Angeles #5)

And I had learned, soaking up all the instruction I could. It was the ultimate rush. Having complete command over another human being. Knowing Lenny was entirely under my control. There was nothing like it, which meant going without it for so long had left me starving.

I flicked the crop up and down the insides of her thighs, savoring her whimpers and the way she writhed. That suspicious dark spot on her panties bloomed larger until I would’ve sworn I could smell her juices.

“Yellow,” Lenny gasped as I finished with the sharpest blow of all. Her inner thighs were going red now, quivering.

“Our subject has used a safe word,” Kristoff explained, his voice faint in the back of my head while my cock strained.

She was exquisite, so turned on she was liable to come at any second.

Her breathing was ragged and harsher all the time, her fists clenched tight.

By now, her body would be one large, pulsing nerve driving her to the edge of her endurance.

“I instructed her to use the word yellow if she needed me to slow down,” Kristoff droned on.

“And red if she needed to stop. You don’t need to use those specific words yourselves, but it is key that you agree upon them before you start to play.

If they are used, you must honor them immediately.

Trust is what this is all about. Pushing boundaries but safely and sanely. ”

There was nothing sane about what I wanted to do to her. If we were alone, I would’ve torn that scrap of fabric away from her pussy and buried my tongue in her slit before fucking her until she begged me to stop when she couldn’t take anymore.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I whispered, running the end of the crop up and down her reddened thighs, knowing how sensitive they were now that so much blood had rushed to the surface.

The slightest touch would be damn close to orgasmic but wouldn’t quite get her there.

It would threaten to tear her mind apart, hanging in a state of torment where there was no relief from the tension.

Yes, she was in that dark, tortured place now, whimpering and gasping at the slightest brush from the crop.

Her back arched again, her head rolling to the side while her eyes slid shut. She was lost in the sensation, thoroughly under my control. It might as well have been the two of us here and no one else.

When I brushed the end of the crop across her mound, she shuddered, tilting her hips, silently begging for more.

Her body chased release, practically begging for it.

She wasn’t the only one with a wet spot now, as precum leaked from my tip and soaked into my boxer briefs.

The idea of letting her down and forcing her to her knees to suck me off was damn tempting, but I settled for tapping her mound lightly with the crop instead, savoring her high-pitched whines.

“Don’t you?” I taunted, using a featherlight touch to stimulate her pussy, chuckling when her hips rolled. “You are ready to explode. Is that what you want to do for me? In front of all these people? You like this? No, you love it.”

Her eyes opened and found mine, and it was hate that I found in them.

She hated me for this, which made me love it even more.

“Deep inside, this is what you want,” I whispered for her ears only.

“I’ve known it since the night we met up in LA before I knew it was you.

I knew I had found a meek little lamb who wished she could be this uninhibited.

But you will only ever get it from me. Understood?

Do you hear me?” I tapped her harder to keep her focused.

“Yes…” She moaned, panting for air. “Yes, yes. ”

“I’ll make you come as much as you want, as hard as you want, but only for me.” Running the crop in slow circles over that wet spot, I whispered, “Do you understand? Tell me you understand.”

Between heaving gasps, she nodded. “I understand. Oh God, please…”

Kristoff had fallen silent. Everyone had. They couldn’t hear us, probably confused, but I didn’t give a shit. I had her where I wanted her, dangling from the end of a line I would now reel in. She was mine.

“Are you sure?” My cock strained at the sound of what had turned into desperate, broken sobs. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“Please,” she begged, the sweet sound rolling through me like music—the sound of her surrender. “Make it stop. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I shouldn’t allow you to come,” I whispered, backing off with the crop and grinning at her whimpered response. “You don’t deserve it. Letting this happen. Letting these people watch you fall apart when I’m the only one who gets to do that. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes.” She would have agreed to anything to make the ache go away. “Just please, don’t stop!”

“Don’t stop what? This?” I slowly increased the intensity again, the speed, flicking her sopping mound with the leather while she moaned and bobbed her head in wordless agreement.

We were alone in this, the two of us, the rest of the world melting away as my focus narrowed the way hers had, both of us succumbing to our own pleasure. “This is what you want?” I taunted.

“Yes!”

I panted almost as hard as she did, lost in the moment, lost in controlling her. “You want these people to watch you come for me?”

“Y-yes!” She sobbed, her body flushed and straining. “Please!”

“But never again for anyone but me?”

“Yes! God, yes!” Her eyes opened, pleading, locking onto mine.

“Please, let me, please! I can’t… take…” She closed them again, squeezing them shut while baring her teeth as the leather tapped her fast enough to almost blur.

Her agony was intense, but her orgasm would be a work of art only I could create.

I took one backward step, then moved to the side, admiring her writhing perfection again, whispering, “Good girl.”

Then I pulled the crop back and delivered one final, decisive blow to her pussy.

It was exquisite. Her arching back, her tits thrusting outward, her mouth opening to release a long, broken sob that went on and on as the tension that had built over the course of the demonstration finally broke, shattering her while everyone watched.

By the time she went quiet, light applause had broken out.

It was then that I noticed a woman rubbing her partner’s bulge, transfixed on the sight of Lenny’s orgasm.

“Thank you, everyone.” Blake turned up the lights a bit, signaling the end of the show. “And thank you to our demonstrators.”

When Kristoff made a move like he wanted to release Lenny, I shot him a look that left him falling back, hands raised. This was for me to do, and I did it, quickly loosening the straps and catching her limp body. Clearly, she had never experienced anything this intense.

Without a word, I picked her up and carried her to one of the aftercare rooms lining the wall. They were quiet, comfortable. and, most of all, private. I could almost forget how painfully hard my cock was, so hard it made walking a chore.

I laid her on a sofa and covered her with a blanket, then stood over her limp body.

“You’re safe,” I reminded her, reaching down to stroke her hair while desperately working my belt with the other hand.

I was going to burst before much longer.

The memory of her orgasm, how beautifully she had come for me, made it impossible not to reach inside my boxer briefs to free myself.

Her eyes opened, landing on my cock, watching every stroke. She didn’t say a word. It was enough for her to watch as my fist pumped faster while I grunted at the memory of what I had made her do.

The thought of what I would make her do. On her knees, on her back, with her hands bound above her head and her legs spread as far as they could go.

At my mercy.

Begging me to let her come.

“Lenny… fuck… ” I was losing it, careening toward the edge, my heavy balls lifting in the final seconds. She was so perfect. So willing.

The rush came over me, and I let go, painting the blanket with spurt after spurt of cum.

Just like her orgasm, it was intense after so much buildup.

Not to mention days spent fantasizing about her, anticipating seeing her again.

The roaring in my ears eventually quieted, and I opened my eyes, looking down again to find her wearing a satisfied, drowsy smile.

“I hope you learned a lesson tonight,” I grunted out, stroking her hair again, touching her tenderly the way she deserved. “You obviously enjoyed that. Trust me, you’ll want it again now that you know how incredible it is.”

She chuckled softly. “Yes. I can imagine that for sure.”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you. You can indulge in any fantasy you’ve ever had, but with me. Only with me.” My hand went heavy on her head, making her look up at me. So much innocence in those baby blues, so unlike what I had seen out there. “Understood?”

“If I say no?” Even in her blissed-out state, she couldn’t help challenging me with a lifted eyebrow. “Who says you make the rules?”

This defiant little…

I needed a steadying breath before countering.

“Fine. Go out there, live your best life. Be everybody’s plaything, leave yourself at their mercy, and hope like hell they have your best interests at heart.

” Yes, because that was safer than confessing the blind rage I almost fell into when I first found her out there, letting a stranger play with her, if only for show.

“No, thank you,” she muttered with a shiver.

Damn straight. “Then you’ll be a good girl and promise to only experiment with me. Understood?”

She nodded without hesitation, her eyes closing, her smile going wider. “Understood. I didn’t think I would like that so much.”

“Now that you have, you’ll never get it out of your system.” I sure as hell hadn’t. More so, I could never get her out of my system. Some thrills were too much to forget.

There was water sitting in a mini refrigerator along with other beverages and balm to apply to welts.

I took a bottle of water for her and opened it, holding it out for her to drink.

As she did, I removed the soiled blanket and covered the top half of her body with a clean one before ducking into the small bathroom intended for cleaning up after play sessions.

She didn’t speak, letting her intent gaze reveal her curiosity as I returned and lifted her hips to slide a towel under them, then gently peeled away her soaked panties.

Her pussy was red, swollen, so sensitive she sucked in a gasp through her teeth when I touched a warm washcloth to her skin.

“Just relax,” I murmured, wiping her with slow, tender strokes until she loosened up and let her legs fall open.

Once she did, I applied cool balm to the striped welts on her inner thighs, soothing them.

“It took a lot.”

“I’m sure it did, performing in front of all those people.”

She took a sip, shaking her head as she swallowed. “I don’t mean that. Trusting you. It took a lot to trust you out there.”

What could I say to that? Rather than search for a response, I covered all of her with the blanket before asking, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Pulling the fresh blanket up to her neck, she closed her eyes again, curling up in a satisfied ball. She was still smiling.

I was not.