Curves for Him - 10 Delicious Tales
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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 naked 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 breasts, but don’t touch your nipples.”
Slowly, she did as commanded.
“Describe how your breasts 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 fuck, my cock feels like it grew an inch longer at your words.”
She whimpered at the image of his already large cock becoming even larger.
“Go back to cupping your breasts, agape mou, but this time I want you to gently touch your nipples. Very gently...” The whimper from the other end of the line told Mykolas Velvet was doing what he said. Fuck, the sound was so fucking hot.
He unzipped himself. “Twist your nipples harder.”
Velvet gasped, the pleasure and pain of her nipples being twisted in such a way taking her by surprise.
Fuck, fuck, fuck that was hot! Mykolas took out his cock 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 cock will fit?”
“No.”
Then that meant she was fucking 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 pussy 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 cock 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 cock 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, asshole.
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, asshole?
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?”
Knowing he was about to hang up and not wanting him to, Velvet lied, “It’s okay. My alarm clock was about to go off in a minute anyway. I have an early breakfast meeting with my advisory class.”
“Then we can talk?”
“About you being an asshole? Anytime.”
“You like my gift then?”
“No, asshole.”
“Have you used it yet?”
“Never, asshole.”
“Mm...maybe you’re right. I think I would like it better if I was with you when you use it the first time.”
“In your dreams, asshole.”
“If you say ‘asshole’ one more time, I’ll send you another gift.”
Not missing a beat, Velvet asked pleasantly, “What are you doing right now?”
He let out a bark of laughter, and it took a moment for him to recover enough to answer her question. “Want to guess?”
She listened hard, heard the sound of running water in the background, and choked. “Are you talking to me in the shower?”
He said with a smirk, “I am,” and chuckled when Velvet hissed his name in a way that told him she was both embarrassed and aroused. “I only had to think of you and I got hard as fuck.”
Her knees went weak, and Velvet was absolutely thankful she was already on her bed. If she had been standing, she probably would have lost her balance at Mykolas’ words. His Greek accent was so pronounced right now, and that meant only one thing.
“Mykolas, not again,” she protested weakly. They had played this game before, more often than what was right for two people who had never met.
“Yes, Velvet. Again. Because it’s your fault I’m suffering right now. Until you surrender, until you ask to meet me, w
e’ll be doing this again and again and again.”
She couldn’t answer, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.
“Take off your clothes, Velvet.”
Her eyes widened, her nipples immediately coming to life at the command even as she made herself snap, “No!”
“Yes.” He allowed a little bit of steel into his voice. In the two months he had “known” Velvet, he had learned how strong and fiercely independent she was. It gave him a kick to know that he was able to exert his will over her...the same way they both knew it turned her on to submit to him.
“I want to come while imagining I’m fucking you, Velvet. And for that I need you naked.”
The unbelievably hot words had her burning up, forcing Velvet to kick off the covers in hopes that the cool air would keep desire from taking over her body. But it didn’t. Nothing could. This desperate insidious craving for Mykolas could only be satisfied...by Mykolas himself.
“One last time, Velvet, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“You’re not scaring me.” It was and wasn’t the truth.
“Am I not?” His voice was very soft as he challenged her. And because her IQ tended to drop whenever she was talking to Mykolas, Velvet wasn’t surprised to feel a thrilling sensation run through her at the sensuous tone of his voice. With him, she forgot about being sensible. With him, her stupid, silly side emerged. With him, she found herself weak and seduced by the way he could sound oh so powerful and authoritative even without raising his voice.
Wanting Velvet’s total surrender, Mykolas continued softly, “I don’t have to touch you to punish you, and you know it. If you don’t take off your clothes now, I won’t be calling you for a week. Do you want that?”
Silence.
He waited, patiently, like a predator knowing when he had his lovely prey cornered.
Finally, she choked out, “No.”
He heard the rustle of clothes from the other end of the line. “That’s my girl,” he murmured in approval. He started shampooing his hair, imagining it was Velvet’s hands running through it. “Are you naked now?”
“Yes.” And she felt so horribly exposed because of it, never mind if she was alone and her room was submerged in complete darkness.
Irritation and arousal blended in her voice as she answered, making Mykolas imagine Velvet futilely trying to resist him even though she wanted to fuck him as badly as he wanted to fuck her. The thought had him saying roughly, “I wish you were here with me, agape mou.” He started soaping his body. “I’m imagining it’s you behind me, your hands running over my body, and I feel your soft plump breasts against my back.”
The erotic image had her moaning silently, her body arching with need, begging to be possessed.
After rinsing his hair and washing the soap off his body, Mykolas reached for his painfully aching cock. “I’m imagining your hand on my cock, agape mou. You can’t quite wrap your fingers around it, but you’re holding me so tightly and stroking me hard and fast that I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
This time, Velvet couldn’t stop herself from letting out a whimper.
“Imagine me trying to please you, too. Cup your breasts and pretend they’re being covered by my hands. My palms are rough, and they make your beautiful breasts even more sensitive. Imagine me pinching your nipples, making them harder than they already are...”
Velvet did everything he said and as she pinched her own nipples, imagining it was indeed her beautiful stranger tormenting her breasts, she couldn’t stop her body from arching off the bed, her lips parted in a silent moan as moisture pooled between her trembling legs.
“Do you want me to make you come now, Velvet?” he demanded unevenly.
She choked out, “Yes.”
The need in her voice made him shiver. It made him grip his cock hard and start stroking faster as he said in a guttural voice, “Then imagine me touching you.” Each word was accompanied with a quick hard stroke of his cock. “Touch yourself there, Velvet. Imagine it’s my finger lining your folds, becoming wet with your essence. Imagine my finger sliding inside your sweet little pussy and taking you...”
Velvet slowly touched herself, using one finger to draw a line against her folds, just like Mykolas commanded her. And as her entire body shook at the pleasure of it, she slid one finger inside her.
“Push it deep inside you. As deep as you can.”
And so she did, pushing her finger inside her as deep as she could, imagining all the while it was Mykolas finger-fucking her to a sweet oblivion that she had learned to crave because of him.
“Now start fucking yourself with your finger and never stop imagining it’s me doing it to you.”
She started moving her finger, in and out, imagining that it was Mykolas. It was all Mykolas. Her beautiful, mysterious Mykolas making her want him so even with just his dark voice and seductive words.
The little whimpers Velvet released heightened his pleasure, making Mykolas stroke his cock faster and harder. The pleasure inside him flared with every stroke, and as he reached his peak, he growled, “Come with me, Velvet. Now.”
Mindlessly obeying Mykolas’ command, Velvet used her other hand to stroke her clitoris even as she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. She came with a choked little cry, the pleasure so intensely beautiful she almost fainted at the strength of it. A second later, she heard him growling as he came. “Velvet!” The sound of her name on his lips had her gasping and causing aftershock tremors of pleasure to burst from her. She had come so much that even now she could feel herself dripping, her come running down her thighs.
Oh my fuck.
The thought had Velvet closing her eyes. Mykolas Sallis was officially a dangerous obsession. If he could make her come this hard even without showing himself, what chance did she have against him once they did meet?
The alarm clock went off.
Dammit!
Velvet fell off her bed in her haste to silence her alarm, but it was too late. Lying down in a tangle of covers on the floor, she waited with bated breath for Mykolas to crack a joke about catching her lying her ass off to him.
But he didn’t.
Oh...fuck.
And that was when she knew it was game over for both of them. Her secret was out, and someone had won the bet.
“Velvet?”
His serious unsmiling tone had her heart thundering. “Y-yes?”
“You weren’t really supposed to be up earlier at three, were you?”
“No.”
Triumph surged up inside him, but Mykolas did his best to keep his voice soft when he spoke, knowing that right now, Velvet needed to be treated with kid gloves. “You know what this means, don’t you, agape mou?” She was like a trapped little filly. She knew she had nowhere to go, but she still needed a gentle guiding hand so she wouldn’t bolt.
Velvet swallowed. “Yes.”
“We can dance the same dance again and again, but now we know where this is heading. There’s no point beating around the bush, is there?”
“N-no.”
In a voice that both wooed and commanded, Mykolas murmured, “Then say the words.”
Closing her eyes, Velvet whispered, “I want to see you, Mykolas Sallis.”
Chapter Four
Heads turned as Mykolas walked past them like a Greek god come to life. Taller than most men and with looks that could rival even the beauty of the many perfectly sculpted specimens gracing the museum, Mykolas also exuded the kind of power and authority that easily caused many of the people around him to drool in jaw-dropping awe.
Women of every age and walk of life fell over themselves in an attempt to catch his attention, but the Greek billionaire was not even aware they existed. He only had one goal in mind, and he was not in the mood to waste his time or effort for anything else.
His heartbeat made itself felt when Mykolas reached the third floor landing. He was, plain and simple, exhilarated. Today was the day he would fin
ally meet his woman. After almost three months of unintended celibacy, he would finally have Velvet Lambert under him. If he had his way, he would have her in every position imaginable. But even then, he doubted his obsession with her would be so easily slaked.
He took his time checking each hall. He had no idea whether she was blonde or dark-haired. For all he knew, she might even have colored her hair completely blue just to mess with him. That kind of prank was not far-fetched at all as far as his woman was concerned.
Only when Mykolas’ pulse started to go crazy did he stop. A striking-looking redhead was standing in front of a Byzantine piece of art, her tall, voluptuous form made more mouth-watering by the form-hugging dress she wore. For all intents and purposes, it was a very modest dress, high necked, with sleeves, and the skirt falling an inch past her knees. But all of those things ceased to matter because of her curves.
If he closed his eyes, he could easily imagine himself running his hands over her body, tearing her dress off and plumping her delicious breasts for him to devour.
Inside his pants, his cock rose into attention, and Mykolas felt a teardrop of premature ejaculation slip out.
It was her.
His Velvet.
His woman.
****
Every day, thousands of tourists and locals came to visit the Acropolis Museum, which could be accessed using the ancient road that led to Acropolis Hill or what was once known in classical times as the city’s “Sacred Rock”.
Velvet had arrived at the museum early, taking her time to explore and appreciate the innumerable artifacts of the museum, with some of them dating as far back as the Bronze Age in Greece. It was only when she had been at the museum for about forty-five minutes that she slowly realized the entire room where she was in was empty.
And then she heard the huge doors shutting closed behind her, and she knew he was here.
He was a Greek billionaire, all right. He hadn’t really confirmed or denied her assumption, but this, Velvet thought almost hysterically, was proof of it. If she needed some kind of evidence that he had unlimited money at his disposal, then getting even part of the Acropolis closed down for his benefit was it.