Velvet Daddy Sins: Please Me To The Last Drop

The Master’s Silent Command

Elena’s POV

I stood at the door, my heart pounding like a drum. Damien kept thrusting into the woman on the bed. His eyes stayed locked on mine. That dangerous smile never left his face. My legs felt weak. I knew I should run back to my room, but his silent “Stay” held me there.

He turned his attention back to the woman for a moment. “You did well tonight,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Now leave.”

The woman moaned softly as he pulled out of her. She looked dazed and satisfied. She grabbed her clothes quickly and hurried past me without a word. Her eyes avoided mine. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with him.

Damien stood there completely naked. His body was strong and covered in sweat. His thick c**k still hard and shining. He walked toward me slowly. I could not move.

“What are you doing here, Elena?” he asked. His voice was calm but carried power. “I warned you not to wander at night.”

“I… I heard sounds,” I replied, my cheeks burning hot. “I didn’t mean to watch. I’m sorry, Damien. Please don’t be angry.”

He stopped right in front of me. His height made me feel small. He lifted my chin with one finger so I had to look into his dark eyes. “You liked what you saw, didn’t you? I could tell from the way you stared.”

My breath caught. I wanted to deny it, but my body betrayed me. Heat gathered between my thighs. “It surprised me,” I said softly. “I should have gone back to bed. I won’t do it again.”

Damien chuckled quietly. The sound sent shivers down my spine. “Too late for that. You saw everything. Now tell me the truth, did watching me f**k her make your p***y wet?”

His dirty words shocked me. I shifted on my feet. “I… yes,” I admitted in a whisper. “It did. I don’t know why.”

“Good girl,” he said. His finger traced my jaw. “Honesty gets rewarded here. But disobedience has consequences. Do you understand?”

I nodded fast. My nightgown felt too thin under his gaze. “I understand. I’ll follow your rules from now on.”

He stepped even closer. His hard c**k brushed against my stomach through the fabric. I gasped softly. “Words are easy, Elena. I need to see if you can obey. Take off your nightgown, let me see what belongs to me now.”

My hands trembled as I pulled the thin material over my head. Cool air touched my bare skin. I stood naked before him. My n*****s hardened from the mix of fear and excitement. “Like this?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Exactly like that,” Damien replied. He looked at my body slowly, from my breasts down to my smooth p***y. “Beautiful, younger and tighter than the last one. Turn around and bend over slightly.”

I obeyed without thinking. I turned and bent a little, showing him my ass. My face felt flushed with shame and desire. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked quietly.

He placed one big hand on my ass cheek and squeezed. “First, I’m going to punish you for spying. Then we’ll see how well you beg.” His palm came down in a firm spank. The sound echoed in the room. It stung but sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“Ah!” I cried out. “That hurts… but it feels strange too.”

“Strange in a good way?” he asked, spanking the other cheek harder. “Tell me how it makes you feel, Elena. Don’t hide anything.”

“It makes me wetter,” I confessed between breaths. “My body is aching for something. I feel embarrassed but I can’t stop.”

Damien rubbed the sore spots gently after each slap. “That’s because your body knows what it needs. It needs a firm hand, It needs Daddy to take control.” He slid his fingers between my thighs and found my soaked folds. “So f*****g wet already. Good.”

I moaned softly at his touch. “Damien… please. This is moving too fast. I’m just here to paint.”

“Yet here you are, naked and dripping for me,” he said. His fingers circled my c**t slowly. “Painting can wait. Tonight you learn the real rules of this house. Spread your legs wider.”

I did as he said. My mind spun with emotions. Fear mixed with strong desire. No man had ever spoken to me like this. “What if I can’t handle it?” I asked, my voice breaking a little.

“You can,” he assured me. “And you will. Because deep down you want this. Say it. Say you want Daddy to touch you more.”

“I want it,” I whispered. “I want Daddy to touch me more.”

His fingers pushed inside me suddenly. Two thick digits stretching my tight p***y. I gasped loudly and grabbed the door frame for support. “Oh God… that feels intense.”

“Relax and take it,” Damien commanded. He moved his fingers in and out while his other hand played with my breast. “You’re going to c*m for me right here. Then we’ll continue this lesson properly.”

I rocked against his hand without meaning to. Pleasure built fast inside me. “I’m close already,” I admitted. “Don’t stop… please.”

Just as the waves started to crash over me, he pulled his fingers away completely. I whimpered in frustration. “Why did you stop?”

Damien turned me around to face him. His eyes burned with hunger. “Because good girls earn their orgasms. And yours is far from earned yet.” He held his wet fingers to my lips. “Clean them. Taste how much you want this.”

I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers. The taste of my own juices made me feel dirty and excited. “Like this?” I asked after.

“Perfect,” he said with a dark smile. “Now go back to your room. Leave the door unlocked. I’ll come for you when I’m ready.”

I picked up my nightgown with shaky hands. “What will you do when you come?” I asked, both scared and eager.

Damien leaned close to my ear. “Everything I want. And you’ll beg me for more.”

I walked back down the dark hallway on trembling legs. My body throbbed with need. The storm still raged outside. I left my door unlocked like he ordered and climbed into bed. My mind raced with questions and dirty thoughts.

Minutes passed. Then I heard heavy footsteps approaching my room. The door creaked open slowly.

Damien stood there in the doorway, still naked and hard. His eyes promised things I had never experienced.

“Ready to begin your real training, little artist?” he asked.