Velvet Daddy Sins: Please Me To The Last Drop

Paint and Punishment

Elena’s POV

I stepped into the bright studio the next morning with my brushes ready. Sunlight poured through the tall windows and lit up the blank canvases. My body still felt sore from last night with the Velvet Board. I tried to focus on my work but thoughts of those masked faces kept returning.

Damien walked in shortly after. He wore a simple black shirt that hugged his broad chest. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I stood by the easel in my loose painting shirt and shorts.

“Good morning, Elena,” he said in his deep voice. “Did you sleep better after serving the Board?”

I nodded quickly and smiled. “A little, Daddy. But I kept thinking about everything.”

He stepped closer and circled me slowly. Suddenly he stopped and lifted the hem of my shirt. His fingers traced faint blue paint marks on my hip from our last session. “What is this? You still carry my marks on your skin.”

Heat rose to my cheeks. I shifted on my feet. “I tried to wash it off but some stayed. It reminds me of you.”

Damien’s eyes darkened with desire. “This won’t do. You need proper marking today. Take off your clothes and spread the drop cloth on the floor.”

I obeyed without question. My hands shook slightly as I removed my shirt and shorts. Cool air touched my bare skin. I laid the large plastic sheet down in the center of the studio. “Like this, Daddy?” I asked softly.

“Exactly like that,” he replied. He picked up several tubes of oil paint and set them beside me. “Today your body becomes my canvas. Lie down on your back.”

I lowered myself onto the cool drop cloth. The plastic felt smooth under me. Damien knelt between my legs and squeezed thick red paint onto his palm. He rubbed it slowly across my breasts. The slick texture made my n*****s harden instantly. The strong smell of turpentine mixed with his cologne and my growing arousal.

“You look beautiful covered in color,” he murmured. His hands spread the paint in wide strokes down my stomach. “So responsive to my touch.”

I gasped as the cool paint met my warm skin. “It feels strange but nice, Daddy. What are you painting on me?”

He smiled darkly and continued. “My claim. This body belongs to me now.” He positioned himself above me and pushed his thick c**k inside my already wet p***y. The slow thrust made me moan loudly. Paint smeared between our bodies as he moved.

“Slow and deep today,” Damien said while rocking his hips. “Feel every inch. Tell me how it feels with the paint.”

I wrapped my legs around him. The slick oil made everything slide and glide. “It feels so slippery and intense, Daddy. Your c**k fills me completely while the paint sticks to us.”

He kept the pace steady and possessive. Each thrust pushed more color across my skin. I reached for a small brush nearby and dipped it in blue paint. With a quick movement I drew a small mark on his shoulder. It was subtle defiance but it felt good to leave something on him too.

Damien noticed immediately. “What is this, little artist? Trying to mark Daddy back?” His voice carried warning but also amusement. He thrust harder for a moment as punishment. “You are getting braver.”

I bit my lip and met his eyes. “Just a little one, Daddy. So you remember me too.”

He chuckled low and slowed again. The paint smell grew stronger around us. Our bodies moved together in a messy rhythm. Sweat mixed with the colors and made everything glisten. Pleasure built deep inside me with every stroke.

“You feel perfect around me,” he groaned. “So tight and wet. c*m when you need to, good girl.”

My orgasm washed over me soon after. I trembled beneath him and cried out his name. Damien followed right after. He buried himself deep and released his hot load inside me. We stayed connected for long minutes while the paint dried on our skin.

Afterward he pulled me gently into his arms on the drop cloth. His hand stroked my hair softly. This was the gentle side I was starting to see more.

“Tell me something real, Elena,” Damien said quietly. “Why do you need this job so badly? I see the worry in your eyes.”

I hesitated but the warmth of his embrace made me open up. “My mom is very sick in the hospital. The bills keep coming and my other jobs barely help. I paint to survive but it is not enough.”

He listened carefully and wiped some paint from my cheek. “How much more do you need for her treatment? Be honest with me.”

“Another five thousand would cover the next few months,” I whispered. Tears stung my eyes. “I hate asking but I want her to get better.”

Damien kissed my forehead. “You please me well and I will help with the money. But you must stay obedient. No more secrets.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied with real gratitude. “I will work harder for you.”

We cleaned up slowly. I felt closer to him after sharing my story. But as I stepped out of the studio to get fresh clothes, Victoria appeared in the hallway. She pulled me aside into a quiet corner. Her eyes looked serious behind her elegant makeup.

“Listen carefully, Elena,” she said in a low urgent voice. “The Board doesn’t like curious girls who ask too many questions or dig into things. Stop whatever you are doing with your phone sketches. It could end badly for you.”

My heart dropped. How did she know about my secret drawing? I tried to act innocent. “I don’t understand what you mean, Victoria.”

She gave me a sharp look. “You will if you keep it up. Be smart and just obey. The Board has ways of dealing with pets who get too curious.”

Victoria walked away without another word. I stood there frozen with fear. My mind raced with questions about the warning. What would they do if they found out I had sketched one of the masked members?

I hurried back toward my room, heart pounding hard.