Page 45 of Black Velvet

"Kneel."

I sink down to the floor on instinct, my eyes glued to his, filled with a silent plea that he chooses to ignore.

"Spread your thighs as much as you can," he adds once I'm kneeling before him.

My legs obediently move apart, exposing my glistening core. I can't believe he's making me do this. Why does he torture me like this? Why can't we just—

"I want to see how you do it," he says, stepping closer. "Show me how you touched herself. Show me what you do to make yourself come."

I whimper helplessly, as if he'd just asked to me give up my most sacred secret. In a way that's exactly what he's doing . I've never masturbated in front of a man. No client ever asked me to; no one I was ever with voiced such a request at me.

No one ever cared about my pleasure as much as he does.

"Elene," he snarls. "Do it. Now."

I swallow hard, overcome by a blend of humiliation and arousal while my left hand moves between my thighs. I lean back, supporting myself on the floor as I begin to play with myself, my fingertips drawing slick lines around my clit while I try to find the right spot. His hand felt so much better there, but if this is what I have to do to finally feel him inside of me, then so be it.

He watches me and growls with approval when I make myself moan and grind on my own hand. A corrupted smile replaces his previous expression, drawing lines on his facial features that age him in the sexiest way possible.

"Beautiful," he says under his breath. "Fucking perfect."

His words cause me to pause, bringing painful clarity to my current predicament.

"Keep going," he urges, twirling his hand. "I want to see you come, Elene."

I nod, lowering my eyes for a moment, just long enough to notice the massive bulge that stretches his suit pants. The sight of it eggs me on more than his words do. My lips part on their own as my eyes rest on his crotch, only allowed to fantasize about what may hide beneath.

Of course, he notices.

"You want that cock, don't you?"

I bite my lower lip, a desperate plea written across my face when I look up at him. "Mm-hmm."

But he shakes his head. "Not before you give me what I want."

I could just fake it. I've done it so many times. I know what he wants to see; I know what I have to do to make men believe what they want to believe.

But he doesn't like to be lied to. In fact, he hates it with a passion. Does that mean that he's good at detecting a lie? Would he be able to tell if I fake it? What happens if he does?

I don't want to find out. Instead of considering a betrayal, I force my mind back to a place that will make lying redundant. I imagine his hands on me, his skilled fingers finding just the right place to tease, his lips locking onto mine for a passionate kiss while I spread my legs for him eagerly awaiting his assault. He must be enormous judging from what I could see so far and what I could feel pushing against me while we were standing. He would stretch me, maybe even hurt me. He could tear me apart with his steely girth while I squirm beneath his muscular body, helpless against the ecstasy overflowing through every fiber of me.

There it is.

A surprised gasp fills the room as the first wave of rousing thrill washes over me.

"Look at me!"

His command comes with an urge that makes it impossible to deny. Our eyes lock onto each other just as I peak, unable to control either my face or my body's movement as the ecstatic rapture tears me apart. He is panting heavily as he watches me climax under his command, studying me with an expression on his face that I would call shock if I didn't know any better.

I'm still floating with bliss when he reaches down to his bulge, opening the zipper of his pants in one swift and hectic move before he reaches inside, his face turning in agony as he fights to free his gigantic erection. Even in my dazed state of bliss I can't hide the amazement at the sight. He's massive, the tip of his member glistening with precum when he pulls it out and begins stroking it.

I want to reach up and help him. I want to see if my hand can reach around his impressive girth. I want to see the look on his face when I taste him for the first time.

But before I can gather myself to do any of those things, he takes a step closer, groaning loudly as he finds his own release, sprinkling my naked tits with heavy drops of cum.

Chapter 27

Damon

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