Page 47 of Black Velvet

"Can't we at least... have a drink before you go?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I nod. "Yes. Of course we can."

The way her face lights up is a reward I didn't expect. It's hard to ignore the comforting warmth that wraps around my chest when I see her smiling like that.

"Okay, but let me clean up first," she pipes, entrancing me even more with the cute wink she adds to her words.

Chapter 28

Damon

"A Miyazaki single malt and a Manhattan for me."

She's leaning against the bar wearing a black silk kimono to cover her nakedness and casting me a coy wink when I express surprise at her resolute order.

"That is your drink, isn't it?" she asks.

"In here it is," I say, nodding.

I place my hand at the small of her back, keeping her close as I fondle the curve of her naked ass beneath the silk. Despite the black that adorns her body, she's mine, and I want to make sure that everyone in here knows that. The Velvet Rooms are well-attended tonight, causing the area around the bar to be much louder and more crowded than it was on the other nights I was here. My hand rests on her perky ass, pulling her closer as I turn around to scan the room, searching for a more private spot for us to retreat to.

"Let's go over there," I say as our drinks are served, pointing toward a dark corner at the far end of the room. It's almost hidden behind the stage, a seating area consisting of two unoccupied love seats and a crystalline coffee table nestled between them.

She nods and follows my gesture when I beckon her to walk in front of me. She's not wearing high heels today, but shorter pumps that don't stretch her as much. But still, she's taller than most of the people we pass, walking with a poise that seems much more natural than the way she stalked on her heels. She doesn't look left or right, ignoring all the eyes on her as she crosses the room. She's the only girl wearing a kimono that covers most of the skin on her upper body, but her ass keeps peeking through with every step. With the way her nipples poke the thin material on top, it's pretty obvious that she's completely naked underneath.

My cock twitches with need, begging to be inside her. I just came on her gorgeous body, unable to resist the mesmerizing allure of her expressions when she climaxed in front of me. Still, the hunger for her doesn't recede.

Good. Very good.

I relish this feeling as it is rare.

"Here?" she asks as we reach the secluded lounge area.

I nod and beckon her to sit down, plunging into the cushions right next to her once she has decided on one of the love seats.

"You know we can't do stuff down here," she says, fixing her kimono to cover herself. "In case you were thinking—"

"I know, that's why I agreed to come down here," I interrupt her. "And whatever dirty thoughts you have on your mind will have to wait too, Elene."

She pouts playfully and sips on her Manhattan, her eyes never leaving me.

"You are strict with me," she says. "I don't think any man has ever made me wait that long."

"According to you, no man ever made you come before," I remind her. "Would you rather be fucked and miss out on your orgasms like you did before?"

She creases her eyebrows. "Touché."

I place my drink on the crystalline table in front of us and wrap my arm around her, mostly to see what it feels like. Just like her, I have little experience in just sitting and talking without an agenda on my mind.

It's... nice.

"Why did you want to leave?" she wants to know, casting a quizzical look in my direction.

"Because I thought I had to."

"Why?"

I sigh and avoid her eyes. "It felt like the safe thing to do."

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