THE VELVET CONTACT

THE VELVET CONTRACT

CHAPTER ONE :

Elena Voss stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city lights glittering forty floors below like scattered diamonds, her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the glass of chilled champagne the concierge had left for her. Two years…Two f*****g years since she’d felt a man’s hands on her body, and even longer since she’d come hard enough to forget her own name.

She’d found Damien through a discreet agency that catered to the filthy rich and the desperately repressed. “No limits,” the contract had said. “Safe word: velvet.” She’d laughed bitterly when she signed it. Safe word. As if she’d need one the door clicked open behind her.

She turned, and her breath caught, He was taller than she expected easily six-three with broad shoulders that filled out his tailored black shirt. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and eyes the color of midnight that pinned her in place. His gaze dragged slowly down her body, taking in the tight black dress that hugged her full breasts and hips, the heels that made her legs look endless.

“Elena,” he said, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. “You’re even more beautiful than your photos.”

She swallowed. “Damien.” He stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne something dark and masculine. “Ground rules. You say ‘velvet’ and everything stops. Otherwise…” His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her face up. “I’m going to take you apart tonight. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until the only thing you remember is how my c**k feels buried inside you.”

Heat flooded her core. Jesus. Already wet and he’d barely touched her. “Yes,” she whispered…“Good girl.”

He took the champagne glass from her hand and set it aside. Then he walked her backward until her back hit the cool glass of the window. His body pressed against hers hard, warm, overwhelming. One large hand slid down her side, gripping her hip possessively while the other tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her lips.

“I… I want to feel something again.” His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was pure sin deep, demanding, tongue stroking hers with filthy promise. She moaned into it, hands fisting his shirt. He tasted like mint and raw hunger.

When he pulled back, his eyes were darker. “Take off the dress. Slowly.” Elena’s fingers shook as she reached for the zipper. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet. She stood in nothing but black lace bra and matching thong, n*****s already tight against the fabric.

Damien’s gaze devoured her. “f**k, look at you.” He cupped one breast, thumb circling her n****e through the lace until she whimpered. “These are perfect. Made to be sucked and bitten.”

He dropped to his knees in front of her like a man worshipping at an altar. Strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them. He pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, kissing and nipping upward until his breath ghosted over her soaked panties.

“So wet already,” he growled. “I can smell how much you need this.”

He hooked his fingers in the lace and dragged it down her legs, leaving her completely bare. Then his mouth was on her.

Elena cried out as his tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her slit, circling her swollen c**t. He groaned at her taste, the vibration sending sparks through her body. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling against that perfect spot while his lips sealed around her c**t and sucked.

“Oh god…Damien…”

He ate her like a starving man—messy, relentless, alternating between long licks and tight suction. His fingers f****d her in deep, steady strokes, stretching her, hitting that spot again and again. Her legs shook. She grabbed his hair, grinding against his face shamelessly.

“That’s it,” he said against her p***y, voice muffled and filthy. “Ride my tongue like a desperate little slut. Come for me, Elena. I want to taste it.”

The orgasm hit her like a freight train. She screamed, thighs clamping around his head as she came hard, flooding his mouth. He didn’t stop licking her through every pulse, drawing it out until she was whimpering and oversensitive.

When he finally stood, his lips and chin were shiny with her juices. He kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“You come so prettily,” he murmured. “But that was just the beginning.”

He scooped her up effortlessly and carried her to the massive king bed. Tossing her down, he stripped off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abs that made her mouth water. His pants followed, and Elena’s eyes widened at the thick, heavy c**k that sprang free…long, veined, already leaking at the tip.

“On your knees,” he commanded…She obeyed instantly, crawling to him. Damien wrapped her long dark hair around his fist and guided her mouth to his c**k. “Suck it, Show me how much you want to be f****d tonight.”

Elena took him in eagerly, lips stretching around his girth. He was so big she could only take half at first, but she worked him with her tongue, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing her head while her hand stroked what she couldn’t swallow. Damien groaned, hips flexing.

“f**k, that mouth. Deeper, baby. Let me feel your throat.”

He pushed further, hitting the back of her throat. Tears pricked her eyes but she relaxed, taking him deeper until her nose brushed his pelvis. He held her there for a moment, praising her in that low, rough voice.

“Good f*****g girl. Such a perfect little cocksucker.”

He f****d her mouth in controlled thrusts until his thighs trembled. Then he pulled out, breathing hard. “Not yet. I want to come inside that tight p***y first.”

He flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide. The head of his c**k nudged her entrance, teasing her slick folds. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Damien… f**k me. I need your c**k please…” He slammed into her in one powerful thrust.

Elena arched off the bed with a broken moan. He was so thick, stretching her deliciously, filling her completely. He didn’t give her time to adjust just pulled back and drove in again, setting a brutal pace.

“f**k, you’re gripping me so tight,” he growled, pounding into her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. “This p***y was made for me. Say it.”

“It’s yours…oh god…it’s yours!”

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half as he f****d her deeper, harder. Every thrust hit that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. His hand came down on her ass in a sharp smack, then another, the sting blending with pleasure until she was sobbing with need. “Come on my c**k, Elena. Milk me with that greedy cunt.”

She shattered again, screaming his name as her walls clenched around him rhythmically. Damien groaned, f*****g her through it, chasing his own release.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped her onto all fours, slapped her ass again, and buried himself back inside her from behind, one hand fisting her hair as he railed her.

“Again,” he demanded. “Come again. I’m not done with you yet.”

CHAPTER TWO: THE TEASE DEEPENS

Damien pulled out slowly, leaving Elena gasping and clenching around nothing. Her p***y was soaked, dripping down her thighs, and her body still trembled from the aftershocks. He leaned over her, caging her in with his arms, that thick c**k brushing against her sensitive c**t as he kissed her deeply filthy and possessive.

“You taste so f*****g good when you come,” he murmured against her lips. “But I’m nowhere near done tasting you.”

He flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her hips up so she was on her knees, ass in the air. Elena moaned at the vulnerable position, face pressed into the silk sheets. She heard the sound of his belt sliding free and felt the cool leather wrap around her wrists. He bound them loosely behind her back not tight enough to hurt, but enough that she couldn’t touch herself or him.

“Safe word if you need it,” he reminded her, voice rough. “Otherwise, you’re going to take everything I give you like a good girl.”

“Yes… please.” Damien’s hands spread her ass cheeks, exposing her completely. He groaned at the sight. “Look at this pretty pink p***y, still fluttering for me. So wet and greedy.”

His tongue returned with a vengeance long, slow licks from her c**t all the way up to her tight little asshole. Elena cried out, jerking against the belt. No one had ever gone there before, but the sensation was filthy and electric.

“Damien…oh f**k…”

“You like that?” He circled her asshole with the tip of his tongue, then pushed inside just slightly while two fingers plunged back into her dripping cunt. “Good. Because tonight every hole belongs to me.”

He ate her like a man possessed sucking her c**t, f*****g her with his fingers, and rimming her until she was sobbing into the mattress. The belt kept her hands trapped, forcing her to arch and push back against his face. Her third orgasm built fast and brutal. When it crashed over her, she screamed, squirting slightly against his tongue as her whole body convulsed.

Damien lapped up every drop, humming in satisfaction. “Messy girl. I love it.”

He unbound her wrists only to flip her onto her back again. This time he straddled her chest, knees on either side of her ribs, his heavy c**k resting between her breasts. Elena’s eyes were glazed with lust as she stared up at him.

“Push them together for me.” She obeyed, squeezing her full t**s around his thick shaft. Damien started thrusting, slow and deliberate, the head of his c**k brushing her lips with every forward motion. Precum leaked onto her tongue and she licked it greedily.

“Open that pretty mouth.” She did, and he fed her his c**k again deeper this time, using her t**s to jack himself off while she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head. Saliva dripped down her chin as he f****d her t**s and mouth in tandem.

“Such a perfect little fucktoy,” he growled, voice strained with pleasure. “Look at you, taking me so well. You were made for this…made to choke on my c**k and beg for more.”

Elena moaned around him, the vibrations making his thighs tense. She could feel herself getting wetter again, her p***y aching to be filled. Just when she thought he might come down her throat, he pulled back with a hiss. “Not yet. I want to edge that tight cunt until you’re crying for my cum.”

He moved down her body, settling between her spread thighs. This time he took his time kissing and biting her inner thighs, sucking marks into her skin, then spreading her folds with his thumbs so he could stare at her throbbing c**t.

“So swollen,” he murmured, blowing cool air on it. Elena whimpered and tried to buck up, but he held her hips down firmly. “You don’t come until I say so.”

He licked her slowly, torturously, circling her c**t without giving her the pressure she needed. Two fingers slid inside her again, scissoring and stretching, curling against her G-spot. Every time she got close, he pulled back, kissing her thighs instead, leaving her trembling and desperate.

“Please…Damien, I need to come. Please let me come on your tongue…” He chuckled darkly. “Beg prettier than that, baby.”

“I’m your desperate little slut…please, I’ll do anything. Just let me come. I need your mouth on my p***y, please…”

“That’s better.” He sealed his lips around her c**t and sucked hard while his fingers f****d her fast and deep. Elena came with a guttural scream, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking violently around his head. He kept going, forcing a second, smaller orgasm right after the first until she was a sobbing, oversensitive mess.

When he finally crawled up her body, he kissed her softly this time almost tenderly…letting her taste herself again. His c**k rested heavy and hot against her belly.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, brushing damp hair from her face. “But I’m going to ruin you before the night is over.”

Elena looked up at him, eyes glassy, body boneless. “Ruin me, then.” Damien’s smile turned predatory.

CHAPTER THREE: SURRENDER

Damien’s predatory smile sent a fresh wave of heat straight to Elena’s core. He reached for the belt again, this time binding her wrists to the ornate headboard above her. The position stretched her body out beautifully, breasts thrust upward, legs spread wide, completely at his mercy. “Safe word?” he checked, voice low and rough.

“Velvet,” she breathed. “But I don’t want it. I want you to f**k me like you own me.” His eyes darkened with raw hunger. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”

He knelt between her thighs and rubbed the thick head of his c**k up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices. Every teasing pass over her swollen c**t made her whimper and tug uselessly at the belt. Then, without warning, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Elena screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the bed. He was so deep, stretching her walls to their limit, the head of his c**k kissing her cervix with every inch. Damien groaned loudly, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

“f**k, this p***y is choking my c**k. So tight and hot and dripping for me.”

He didn’t ease in he f****d her like an animal. Hard, fast, relentless strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. The wet, obscene sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the penthouse. Elena’s t**s bounced with every punishing thrust, n*****s tight and begging for attention.

Damien leaned down and captured one in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips kept pounding. He bit down gently, then harder, sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure straight to her c**t.

“Damien…oh my god…harder!”

He released her n****e with a wet pop and grabbed her throat—not squeezing, just holding her in place as he railed her. “You like it rough, don’t you? Like being used like a filthy little whore.” “Yes…yes, I’m your w***e f**k me harder!”

He pulled out suddenly, making her cry out at the emptiness. In one smooth motion he flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up so her ass was high and her face pressed into the pillows. The belt twisted around her wrists but held firm. He slapped her ass hard…once, twice, three times…leaving red handprints that made her moan louder.

“Look at this perfect ass,” he growled, spreading her cheeks again. His thumb circled her tight asshole teasingly while he lined his c**k up and drove back into her p***y from behind.

The new angle hit even deeper. Elena was sobbing with pleasure, pushing back to meet every thrust. Damien f****d her with long, powerful strokes, one hand fisting her hair and the other rubbing tight circles on her c**t.

“You’re going to come on my c**k again,” he ordered, voice strained. “Right f*****g now. Squeeze me like the greedy slut you are.”

The combination of his filthy words, the deep pounding, and his fingers on her c**t sent her crashing over the edge. She came violently, screaming into the pillow as her p***y spasmed and gushed around his thick shaft. Damien groaned but didn’t slow down…he f****d her straight through it, drawing out every pulse until she was shaking uncontrollably.

He pulled out again, breathing hard, and dragged her to the edge of the bed so her feet touched the floor. Still bound at the wrists, she was bent over perfectly. He kicked her legs wider and thrust back in, gripping her hips and using her body like a toy. “Take it…Take every f*****g inch.”

Elena’s moans were broken and desperate now. Sweat slicked their bodies. He reached around and pinched her c**t, rolling it between his fingers while he railed her. Another orgasm built fast…almost too intense.

“I can’t…Damien, it’s too much…”

“You can and you will.” He slapped her ass again, the sting pushing her over. She came a third time, legs buckling, only held up by his strong hands and his c**k buried inside her.

Damien finally untied her wrists and flipped her onto her back once more. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and drove in even deeper. The position let him grind against her c**t with every thrust. His face was inches from hers, eyes locked as he f****d her senseless. “Look at me while I ruin this p***y,” he demanded. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Elena’s eyes fluttered but she forced them open, staring into his dark gaze as another wave built. His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, harder. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her breasts.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna pump this tight cunt full of my c*m. You want that?” “Yes…please…come inside me, Damien. Fill me up, I need it!”

He slammed into her one final time and roared as he came, thick ropes of hot c*m flooding her p***y. The sensation pushed Elena into her final, shattering orgasm. She clenched around him, milking every drop as they rode the peak together, bodies locked and trembling.

For a long moment the only sounds were their ragged breathing. Damien stayed buried deep inside her, kissing her slowly, almost tenderly now as the intensity faded into aftershocks.

He finally pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his c*m leaked from her swollen, well-f****d p***y. He scooped some up with two fingers and brought them to her lips. Elena sucked them clean without hesitation, eyes hazy with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “But we’re not done yet.”

CHAPTER FOUR: DAWN SURRENDER

Elena lay boneless in Damien’s arms, her body still twitching with aftershocks. His c*m was slowly leaking from her swollen p***y onto the sheets, warm and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly he’d claimed her. She felt raw, used, and more alive than she had in years. His large hand stroked lazily down her spine, soothing the red marks he’d left on her ass.

“You did so f*****g well,” he murmured against her hair, voice softer now but still edged with that dominant rumble. “Such a perfect, greedy little slut for me.”

She whimpered at the praise, nuzzling into his chest. The scent of s*x and his cologne clung to his skin. For a while they just breathed together, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her hip, her waist, the underside of her breast. The tenderness surprised her. This was supposed to be a transaction—cold, professional release. But the way he held her made something deep in her chest ache.

Then his hand slipped between her thighs again.

She gasped as two thick fingers slid through the mess he’d left inside her, pushing his c*m back in slowly, deliberately. The wet, squelching sound was obscene in the quiet penthouse.

“Feel that?” he whispered hotly against her ear. “Feel how full I made this p***y? My c*m is still dripping out of you… but I’m not done filling you up.”

Elena’s c**t throbbed at his words. Even though she was sore and sensitive, fresh heat pooled low in her belly. “Damien…” “Shh…Let me take care of you.”

He kissed his way down her body slow, reverent kisses over her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her soft stomach. When he reached her p***y, he spread her legs wide and just looked for a long moment, eyes dark with hunger at the sight of her puffy, c*m-smeared folds. “So beautiful,” he breathed. Then his mouth descended.

This time it wasn’t the frantic devouring from earlierThis was slow, luxurious worship. His tongue lapped gently at her entrance, scooping up their mixed juices, then swirled tenderly around her swollen c**t. Every stroke sent electric jolts through her oversensitive nerves. She moaned loudly, hips twitching, but he held her down with firm hands on her thighs. “You taste like us,” he growled against her flesh. “So f*****g sweet and dirty.”

He sucked her c**t softly, then firmer, alternating with long, flat licks that made her toes curl. Two fingers curled inside her again, stroking that sensitive spot while he ate her with patient, devastating skill. The pleasure built differently this time deeper, warmer, like molten honey spreading through her veins.

“Oh god… Damien, I’m…I’m going to…” “Come for me, baby. Let me feel this pretty cunt squeeze my fingers.”

She shattered with a long, shuddering cry, thighs trembling around his head as another orgasm rolled through her. He licked her gently through it, prolonging the waves until she was panting and whimpering.

He crawled back up her body and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of their combined release. His c**k was rock hard again, thick and heavy against her thigh.

“On top,” he commanded softly. “I want to watch you ride me while the sun comes up.”

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Elena straddled his hips, her hands braced on his sculpted chest. From this angle she could see every ridge of his abs, the dark trail of hair leading down to that magnificent c**k. She wrapped her fingers around him still slick with her juices and stroked slowly. Damien groaned, head falling back. “That’s it. Guide me inside you.”

She positioned the thick head at her entrance and sank down inch by inch. The stretch was intense, almost too much after everything, but the fullness was addictive. She moaned loudly as she took him to the hilt, her walls fluttering around his girth.

“f**k… you feel even bigger like this,” she gasped. “Ride me, Elena. Use my c**k to make yourself feel good.”

She started moving slow rolls off her hips at first, grinding her c**t against his pelvis with every downward motion. Damien’s hands roamed her body: squeezing her breasts, pinching her n*****s, gripping her ass to help guide her. The city lights were fading as dawn crept in, painting the room in soft golds and pinks that made everything feel dreamlike and raw.

“Look at me,” he ordered. She rode him harder, breasts bouncing, skin slapping wetly against his. He thrust up to meet her, hitting that perfect spot deep inside with every stroke.

“You’re so f*****g wet,” he growled, voice strained. “I can hear how sloppy your p***y is for me. Keep riding just like that milk my c**k with that tight cunt.”

The dirty words pushed her closer. She leaned forward, changing the angle, and he captured a n****e in his mouth, sucking hard while one hand slipped between them to rub her c**t in tight circles.

“I can’t…again…Damien, I’m so close…”

“Come on my c**k, baby. Let me feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”

The orgasm hit her like a slow, devastating wave. She cried out, grinding down hard as her p***y clenched rhythmically around him, gushing fresh wetness down his shaft. Damien cursed, gripping her hips and f*****g up into her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was shaking.

Face to face, eyes locked, he thrust deep and steady long, rolling strokes that made her feel every thick inch. One hand cradled the back of her neck; the other gripped her thigh, spreading her wider.

“You’re not just a client tonight,” he rasped against her lips between kisses. “This p***y is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she moaned, nails digging into his back. “I’m yours…fuck me deeper, please…”

He obliged, angling his hips to grind against her G-spot with every thrust. The pace was relentless but intimate, skin slick with sweat, breaths mingling. He reached down and rubbed her c**t again, faster this time.

“One more,” he demanded. “Come with me this time. I want to fill you while you’re squeezing me.”

Damien groaned loudly, burying his face in her neck as he came hard thick, hot pulses of c*m flooding her again, so much it leaked out around his c**k with every thrust. They stayed locked together, trembling, riding the aftershocks as the first rays of sunrise spilled across their bodies.

“You’re dangerous, Elena Voss,” he whispered. “One night wasn’t nearly enough.”

CHAPTER FIVE: THE VELVET

RECKONING

The sunrise painted the penthouse in warm golds and soft pinks, but the heat between them burned hotter than any dawn. Damien stayed buried deep inside Elena, his c**k still twitching with the last pulses of his release. Their mixed c*m leaked slowly from her stretched p***y, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath her ass. She felt utterly claimed sore, dripping, and aching in the most delicious way.

“Still so sensitive,” he murmured against her mouth, voice rough with satisfaction. “I love how your cunt keeps fluttering around me, trying to keep every drop of my c*m inside you.”

Elena moaned softly, rolling her hips in tiny circles, savoring the fullness. “I can’t believe how much you made me come… I’ve never felt like this.”

Damien’s eyes darkened with renewed hunger. He pulled out slowly, watching with dark fascination as a thick rivulet of his c*m spilled from her puffy folds. Then he flipped her onto her stomach again, yanking her hips up so she was once more on her knees, face pressed into the pillow. “One last time,” he growled. “I’m going to f**k you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

He spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing everything. His tongue dove in without hesitation…lapping at her c*m-filled p***y, sucking their combined juices, then dragging upward to circle her tight asshole again. Elena cried out, pushing back against his face shamelessly. The filthy, wet sounds of him devouring her made her c**t throb painfully.

“Damien…please, I need your c**k again…”

He rose behind her, lined up his still-hard shaft, and slammed home in one powerful thrust. The new load of c*m made everything slicker, louder. He f****d her with long, punishing strokes, hips slapping against her ass, balls smacking her c**t on every drive.

“Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting her hair and pulling her head back so her back arched deeply. “This p***y is mine now. Say it louder.” “It’s yours…fuck, it’s yours! Ruin me, Damien…fill me again!”

“Not yet,” he whispered hotly against her ear. “I want you desperate begging…Dripping for me.”

Elena was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from her eyes. “Please…please let me come. I’ll do anything. I’m your filthy slut, your cumdump…please f**k me harder and make me come on your c**k!”

Damien groaned at her words and unleashed. He railed her mercilessly fast, brutal, animalistic thrusts that made her scream into the pillow. His fingers never left her c**t, rubbing in tight, perfect circles. When she finally came, it was cataclysmic. Her entire body seized, p***y clamping down on him like a vice as she squirted around his pounding c**k, soaking his thighs and the bed.

“f**k…yes, just like that,” he roared, slamming into her through her orgasm. “Milk me, baby. Take every f*****g drop.."

Then he spoke, voice low and serious…“I know about the messages, Elena.” She froze.

He pulled out carefully and turned her to face him. His fingers brushed damp hair from her flushed cheek. “The ones from your ex. The threats. The way he’s been stalking you for months. That’s why you hired me… not just for the sex.” Her heart hammered…How the hell did he know?

“The agency does more than provide pleasure. I was hired to protect you too…One night turned into something I didn’t expect.” He kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and claiming. “This doesn’t end here. Not unless you say velvet.”

The vulnerability in her chest cracked open. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel alone.

“I don’t want it to end,” she whispered.

Damien’s grin turned wicked again. He slid down her body, spreading her legs once more. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with this perfect cunt.”

“Get some rest, Elena,” he murmured. “When you wake up… we’re doing this again. And again. Until you forget every man who came before me.”

The Velvet Contract had only just begun.