VELVET DESIRES: Forbidden Collections

Nora's head snapped towards me as she realized that she'd been caught. But she didn't stop, a smirk played across her face as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of herself. I should have called her out for spying or better yet walk away, but I don't know what prompted me. 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. Nora gasped, her walls clenching tight around our joined fingers.“Shh,” I mouthed, pressing a finger to my lips as Mom’s loud, breathy moan echoed from their bedroom down the hall.Nora whimpered, her body trembling. Before she could make another sound, I pulled our hands free, grabbed her wrist, and quietly dragged her back to our bedroom, locking the door behind us with a soft click.Without a word I grabbed Nora and pulled her towards

The house had been awfully quiet since Mom died. She was never around much during the week anyway because of her long shifts but her absence still left a heavy silence behind. Christian had completely shut down. Ever since that phone call interrupted me while I was on my knees with his cock down my throat, he’d been drowning in grief. Something broke in him when he saw Mom's bloodied and pale body laying lifeless on the hospital bed. I watched him crumble that day, tears streaming down his face as he held her hand. That was the first time I’d seen a grown man completely break down and cry. It was almost funny in a twisted way because she wasn’t even really his wife. She was his first wife, and he was Mom’s first real husband. Our so-called biological father had abandoned Mom when she was pregnant with us at a young age. We stayed with our grandparents until Mom graduated college and could finally take care of us. Seeing her like that in the hospital made my heart ache a little, but

The moment Christian’s second hand broke free from the satin scarf, the air in the room changed completely. But Christian wasn't completely free yet.He slowly rose to a seated position, his shoulders heaving as he drew in ragged breaths. “You girls thought this was a game, didn't you?” Christian’s voice came out with a low and gravelly vibration. He tried to move but his ankles were still tied. His eyes were pitch black, locking onto the bottom of the bed where his ankles were still bound tight to the footboard by our scarves.He didn't waste a single second as he tried to untangle the knots. He leaned forward, his back flexed as he reached down gripping the silk around his ankles with his hands and ripped it off. Nora was pushing herself up onto her elbows, her dark hair completely disheveled from where he had tangled his fingers into it. He grabbed Nora by the ankle dragging her flat onto her back down the center of the bed. At the same time, his other hand snapped out wrapping

I put my palm over her mouth, so she wouldn't make any sound. In the suffocating darkness of the booth, my heart was beating violently against my ribs like a trapped animal. She froze against me, her eyes wide in the dark, her breasts heaving against my chest as she clutched the fabric of my robes. Father Benedict’s shoes squeaked against the marble aisle, every step me took made my heart race. What should I do? I need to think of something. The door to the other side of the confessional booth creaked open as he stepped in, he was less than five feet away from finding me in this compromising position. I could hear his heavy breathing. If he reached out and pulled my door open, my life, my calling, and my soul would be laid bare in the worst way possible. "Father Cole?" Benedict called out again, his voice echoing right outside the wooden frame. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my voice to sound as flat as possible. "I'm in here, Father Benedict," I called out, my ha

Someone had been watching us the whole time. My mind raced with possibilities of who it might be, but I couldn't think of a single soul. All I could focus on was what would happen if the Bishop found out. I would get kicked out. My name would be dragged through the dirt. I was such a pathetic coward. I never should have crossed that line. What would people think? A priest who preaches against temptation, yet folds the moment a woman touches him. I grabbed my phone from where it had fallen from my trembling hands and shot a text back to the unknown number. “Who are you and what do you want? Name your price.” A few minutes later, three dots appeared, the person was typing. “Are you trying to bribe me, Father? And here I am, remembering your sermon from last month about how bribery corrupts the soul. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, a holy man caught fornicating on his own desk can't really claim the moral high ground, can he?” “Who are you?” I typed back, my finger