VELVET DESIRES: Forbidden Collections

“Well, how do you expect me to tie it? I haven't exactly tied someone up before,” I practically barked at Nora.

She was always trying to make a big deal out of everything. Instead of us hurrying up before he woke up, she was busy complaining about how his legs weren't properly angled. Honestly, I was getting sick of it.

“There,” I said as I angrily dropped the satin scarf for her to ‘continue’ the tying. “Do it yourself.”

She huffed a sigh as she made her way toward me at the foot of the bed and took over the knots. I just stood there, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

Suddenly, Christian started stirring. Nora quickly pulled the satin scarf tight around his ankle just as he pried his eyes open.

“Wha… what's happening?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. 

He tried to yank his hands free, but the tie that Nora had already wrapped securely around his arms completely restrained him.

He tried to twist around as he looked down at the foot of the bed at Nora, who was smoothing down the satin around his right ankle, her expression as calm as if she was tucking him into bed.

“Nora, stop this. Untie me right now,” he demanded, with authority.

But the authority didn't work here, well not tonight. Nora just looked up and replied, “Sorry, Christian. You don't make the rules anymore.”

Christian groaned as he tried twisting his arms again realizing that he was completely pinned. This was gonna be fun, I thought, a smirk spreading across my face. Let's get the show started.

I moved toward the head of the bed, crawling onto the mattress as I settled myself right over him, facing his beautiful face.

“Hello Daddy,” I chirped.

“Roxy??” He called out, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What's going on?”

“We're just putting on a little show for you,” I said, dragging the tip of my fingernail slowly down the center of his chest.

The silk of my short nightgown slid high up my thighs as I shifted, straddling his chest and settling myself right over his face. Christian gasped, his breath hot against my inner thighs as I hovered just inches from his lips.

“Roxy, please…” he breathed, his pupils dilating. 

I smirked, looking down at him “Quiet now, Daddy. Just taste.”

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My fascination for Christian started the day we moved in with him. Of all the men Mom could get married to, she decided to go for a Sexy Demon, with sharp cheekbones, dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes. He had what they call a gym build but I doubt he goes to the gym.  

Christian isn't that old, maybe in his early thirties but I don't really care. All I knew was that he was pure eye candy. No matter the amount of green lights I gave Christian it's either he didn't seem to notice or he just totally ignored me. 

Take for instance last summer, Mom was away on a weekend business trip, leaving just the three of us at home. I had spent hours lying by the pool in an emerald green bikini when Christian walked out to get a book he’d left on the patio table.

I immediately took it as my chance and rolled onto my stomach and asked if he could rub some tanning oil on my back because I "couldn't reach."

He just stood there frozen for a while as he stared at my back. He slowly got on his knees as he gripped the bottle of oil. For a second, I thought he was actually going to do it. But then as if a switch turned on in his head he dropped the bottle, cleared his throat, and said, 

“You should go inside, Roxy. It’s getting too hot out here.” Then he practically sprinted back into the house.

He thought he was being so disciplined. Mr. Goody two shoes.

I knew he wanted me but he couldn't just bring himself to say it. I see it in the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention, he'd stare at my legs when I wore shorts around the house.

The closest we got was a few months ago. Mom had gone to bed early with a migraine. Christian was in his home office, working late like always. I knocked softly and slipped inside, claiming I needed help with an assignment.

He tried to keep it professional but his gaze kept flickering to my chest. I leaned over his desk, pressing my breasts against his arm while pointing at random numbers on his spreadsheet.

“Christian… Do you think I’m pretty?” I whispered, trying to get a reaction out of him.

He froze for a moment before replying, “Roxy, you’re beautiful. But…”

Suddenly a ring echoed through the little office. It was his phone. “Fuck.” and I really wanted to know what he would say. 

“You can take your leave Roxy, I think we've covered enough for tonight.” He said defiantly as he hurriedly answered his phone. 

I bit my lip and left the office frustrated, but I was even more turned on by how close he’d been to breaking. While I thought I was the only one who had eyes for Christian, I was about to find out my not-so-innocent sister was also playing her own mind games behind the scenes.

A few minutes later, Christian went back to their bedroom. It didn't take long before the creak of the mattress and Mom’s muffled gasps started echoing down the hall. I slipped out of my room out of frustration to spy but stopped in my tracks when I saw Nora.

She was standing pressed against the wall, peeking into their room through the door they had left slightly ajar. Her eyes were completely locked onto Christian’s bare, sweaty back as he ruthlessly pounded into Mom. Nora's breathing was shallow and one of her hands had found its way deep inside the waistband of her shorts. Her fingers were moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm, completely intoxicated by the sight of him worshipping our mother.

Suddenly, her head snapped toward me.

She knew she was caught but instead of pulling her hand out, Nora held my gaze as her knuckles kept moving beneath the fabric, her rhythm never slowed down for a single second as a smirk spread across her face.

I should have called her out for spying, but I don't know what prompted me to join her. Maybe it was the fact that I was frustrated about my encounter with Christian. 

I moved right in front of Nora, my gaze never leaving hers as I slid my hands beneath her shorts, cupping her hand as my fingers moved in tandem with hers, sliding in and out of her wet folds.