Page 32 of Black Velvet

"You're not suddenly shy, are you?" I ask. "You must have done this thousands of times."

She casts me a look, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really," she whispers, as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. "Most men know to appreciate a fine piece of lingerie."

"Don't insult me," I warn her. "Just do as you're told."

Her eyes flicker, and for a moment, I can see her shine through. The real her. I'm presenting her with something new, with something she can't quite place, and she doesn't know how to deal with it. I like that.

Piece by piece, she peels herself out of the black lace adorning her body, removing the bra first and exposing a small set of firm tits with pink nipples. When she steps out of her high heels, she loses about five inches of height, but she doesn't shrink as much as most girls do. She sheds her wrist cuffs, the garter belt and the stockings, carefully rolling them down her long legs before placing them on the floor next to her feet. The last item she removes is the tiny black thong that barely covers anything but her pussy.

The sight of her bare lips drives me insane, sending another rush of hunger through my core and causing my cock to twitch with desperate need. Shit, she looks even more perfect than I imagined.

She looks at me, fighting the natural inclination to cover herself while I devour her naked body with my lustful eyes.

"Completely naked I said."

Confusion travels across her expression before she realizes what I'm talking about. She's still wearing the black choker.

"I didn't put this on you," I say, pointing at her neck. "And while I like the look, I don't want you to wear something around your neck that you didn't get from me."

I close in on her and reach around her neck, unhooking the choker myself. It lands on the floor next to her clothes, and she looks up at me with a trace of reproach. She doesn't fight me when I grab her by the shoulders again, moving her a little, so that the light from above is shining once again on her face.

"Now, listen to me, little one," I whisper, leaning in close to her ear without removing my hands from her shoulders. "This is what we're going to do...."

Chapter 20

Elene

"This is what we're going to do..."

I shiver when he whispers into my ear, his heated breath tickling the skin on my neck.

"You're going to stand here, your posture straight, hands down, head up, eyes on me—and you won't move an inch unless I tell you to," he orders. "You won't lean into me, you won't try to evade me, you won't touch me. You will just stand here and listen to what I'm telling you. Do you understand?"

I nod, unsure whether I'm allowed to speak.

His hands imprison my wrists, and he draws my hands down to position them next to my hips. I remain dead still, exactly as he has placed me, when he withdraws his touch and shifts around so that he’s standing behind me. I can feel his body heat at my back, and slowly I begin to understand why he was so adamant with his orders. I feel naturally drawn to him, my body yearning to slant toward him like a flower reaching toward the sun.

But if there's one thing that I've learned, it is to obey my client’s rules. I'm a good girl, and I crave to hear those words from Damon’s lips more than I ever have before.

So, I don't move. I don't follow my heart, but instead I listen to the rational voices in my head. I don't even flinch when his finger strokes the side of my cheek as his fingers comb a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm going to look at you now," he whispers, his mouth so close to my ear that his breath makes my skin prickle. "I'm going to study every inch of your beautiful body, take in every part of you for as long as I want. You are not allowed to cover any part of yourself. You are not allowed to hide away from me."

The sound of a muffled yelp travels through the curtain, distracting my attention away from him for a split second. I know it must be coming from one of the red rooms, the rooms dedicated to inflicting pain. And I'm fairly certain that I recognize the voice...

"Stay with me," he hisses behind me.

I tense up, expecting a blow, but he doesn't strike me. Why is he not disciplining me? He's so strict with his commands, so determined that I obey him, but he hasn't laid a finger on me once to remind me of my place.

In a way, this is way worse than being struck for disobedience. I react to pain; it brings something to life, something deep within me. A slice of pain equals pleasure. It works for me. It's familiar and reliable for evoking bliss.

Butthis? This is new. It's… different.

I take a deep breath, continuing to stand frozen in place, and I can sense that he’s circling me. He's skulking around me as if he's that feline predator again, inspecting his prey before striking and devouring it.

I want to close my eyes, or at least lower my gaze, when he pauses in front of me. He stands in place, still inspecting, his eyes traveling along the curves of my body, doing just what he said he would do. His gaze stops at different places, resting on the side of my hip for a moment, then on my belly before slowly wandering up to my small tits.

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