“Touched yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Then it only means we should start now. When I f**k you for the first time, it will be too painful if we don’t make your pu**y a little less…tight.”
“Stop assuming we’re going to f**k.”
“Stop pretending we aren’t. Now, be a good girl and face the mirror as you undress yourself.”
Velvet strove to resist the command in Mykolas’ voice.
“Now.”
Her eyes squeezed shut in utter mortification at the way her body literally swayed as if wanting to be closer to the voice. Slowly, she felt her fingers moving, undoing buttons. Her clothes fell to the floor.
“Everything, Velvet.”
Gulping, she unclipped her bra and pulled her panties off. She turned pink all over when she saw her na**d reflection on the mirror. The image she created was so blatantly carnal it should fill her with shame. But now, all her inhibitions had left her. Now, all she could feel was a yearning to feel more…by doing what Mykolas Sallis wanted.
“Cup your br**sts, but don’t touch your ni**les.”
Slowly, she did as commanded.
“Describe how your br**sts look. Do they fill your hands?”
Velvet whispered, “Yes.”
Slowly, Mykolas closed his eyes. Lust took over his consciousness, and his voice was thick with need as he spoke. “Let your hands run over your waist…your hips…tell me what your body looks like. What it feels like…”
She ran her hands down her curves. “It’s soft…and…I’m not thin.”
“That’s good news for me, agape mou. I want some flesh in my woman.”
“I’m…curvy.”
“Even better. I swear to f**k, my c**k feels like it grew an inch longer at your words.”
She whimpered at the image of his already large c**k becoming even larger.
“Go back to cupping your br**sts, agape mou, but this time I want you to gently touch your ni**les. Very gently…” The whimper from the other end of the line told Mykolas Velvet was doing what he said. Fuck, the sound was so f**king hot.
He unzipped himself. “Twist your ni**les harder.”
Velvet gasped, the pleasure and pain of her ni**les being twisted in such a way taking her by surprise.
Fuck, f**k, f**k that was hot! Mykolas took out his c**k again. “I want you to look at the mirror again, Velvet. This time, I want you to never take your eyes off the mirror.”
“Y-yes.”
“Move one hand down and slowly open yourself wide.”
Her hand shook as she moved to do as ordered, and Velvet couldn’t help but let out a little moan as she felt herself stretching to open wide. It was a very strange sensation, completely unfamiliar but addictively sensual.
“Do you think my c**k will fit?”
“No.”
Then that meant she was f**king tight. The thought had him stroking himself, harder and faster than he intended.
“If that’s the case, I need you to open yourself wider.”
“I d-don’t think—”
“It’s possible, agape mou. Trust me.”
And so she did, and her pu**y opened more widely, her entrance becoming moist as if in preparation for welcoming Mykolas’ wonderfully large cock.
“Now, I want you to use your other hand to touch your clit. You know where it is?”
“I…” She let her other hand move and after a few strokes, she found it and gasped, “Yes.” She couldn’t stop stroking herself now.
Fuuuuck.
He knew exactly what Velvet was doing, and his hand moved accordingly, rubbing his c**k in furious movements. “Are you close to coming, Velvet?”
“I…yes…”
“When you come, I want you to say my name.”
The command was more than enough to push her off the cliff she had been hovering over all this time. With furious strokes on her clit, Velvet gasped, “Mykolas.”
“Velvet.” Mykolas came furiously, her release triggering his.
When her eyes fluttered open, she found herself draped limply against her chair and still seated across the mirror.
“Velvet?” His voice was still a little uneven. He had never experienced such a powerful orgasm. It blew him away, and because it had, he knew that for a virgin like Velvet, the experience would have been more shattering for her.
His fists clenched as a surge of possessiveness went through him. This definitely clenched it. Velvet Lambert was his. Maybe not now, but she would be. It was only a matter of time.
It took a long time for Velvet to speak. Somehow, this man – this Mykolas Sallis, whoever he was – had gotten under her skin, and life wouldn’t ever be the same again. She felt so vulnerable and exposed she was tempted to put the phone down. But in the end she couldn’t, and so she muttered, “I’m here.”
“Velvet…do you want to meet with me now?” Mykolas’ body became rigid with tension as he waited for her reply.
Fear and need battled inside her. Finally, she said, “Not…yet.”
Chapter Three
Dusk had turned to dawn and Mykolas’ jet had already been airborne for over ten hours by the time Mykolas was done with his conference call with his managers and had entered his private cabin. Loosening his tie, Mykolas made short work of his clothes to take a quick hot shower. As water cascaded down on his head and back, the thought of Velvet Lambert came to him, unbidden. A second later, he was unsurprised to find his c**k fully erect and aching.
Pressing a button, he said, “Play voice mail from Velvet Lambert.”
A moment later, the voice-automated system had processed his command.
Hello, ass**le.
Mykolas snorted.
I got your gift. Asshole.
His gift, meaning the expensive clitoris vibrator he had sent her, prettily wrapped in gold and placed inside a box that was the same size and shape as a jewelry box.
You knew I’d think it was a ring, didn’t you, ass**le?
He grinned.
And I opened it in front of Mandy!
“Call Velvet Lambert.” But because he was laughing too hard, he had to repeat the command thrice before the system was able to make the call.
Velvet slowly woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Peeking, she became wide awake when she realized who was calling her. Fumbling for her Bluetooth speaker, she connected it to her ear as she answered his call. “ASSHOLE.”
“I missed you, too, Velvet.” The groggy sound of her voice hit him then and Mykolas grimaced. “I forgot about the time difference. My apologies, agape mou. It’s…three in the morning there, isn’t it?”