The Velvet Board’s First Test


Elena’s POV

I followed Damien down the narrow stairs to the lower levels of the mansion, my heart beating fast in my chest. The air grew cooler and heavier as we descended. My short black dress barely covered my thighs, and I felt exposed already. Damien’s hand stayed firm on my lower back, guiding me like I belonged to him completely.

“You will serve drinks tonight, Elena,” he said in a low voice. “Be a good girl and stay quiet unless I tell you otherwise. The Board members expect obedience.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered back, my voice shaking a little. “I won’t disappoint you.”

The door at the bottom opened into a large dimly lit room. Five masked figures sat around a long table. Their masks were dark and elegant, hiding their faces but not their powerful presence. Expensive suits and watches told me they were rich and important. My stomach flipped as their eyes turned toward me.

Damien pushed me gently forward. “This is Elena, our new artist,” he announced. “She is here to serve you tonight.”

One masked man with a deep voice chuckled softly. “She looks young and eager, Damien. Have you started her training properly?”

“She learns fast,” Damien replied with pride in his tone. He handed me a tray with glasses of dark wine. “Go on, little one. Offer drinks to everyone.”

I moved carefully around the table, my hands trembling as I held the tray. The dress felt too tight and too short. When I leaned over to serve the second man, his hand brushed my thigh under the table. I gasped quietly but kept moving.

“Good service,” another member said. His mask hid his eyes but I felt his stare on my body. “Damien, you always pick the pretty ones.”

Damien stood behind me now. His fingers traced my spine slowly. “She is mine to shape,” he told them. “But the Board can watch and enjoy.”

Heat rushed to my face as I continued serving. Damien’s hand slid lower. He pushed the back of my dress up a little right there in front of them. Cool air touched my bare skin. I bit my lip hard to stay silent.

“Spread your legs a bit, Elena,” he ordered softly near my ear.

I obeyed, shifting my feet wider. His fingers found my pussy and stroked gently. I was already wet from the tension. One of the masked women at the table leaned forward to watch closer.

“She responds well,” the woman said with interest. “Look at how her body trembles. Will you let her cum for us tonight, Damien?”

“Not yet,” Damien answered calmly while his fingers circled my clit slowly. “This is only the first test. She must earn her pleasure.”

Pleasure built inside me fast. I tried to focus on the tray but my knees felt weak. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. The members murmured in approval. Damien pressed one finger inside me then two, stretching me while everyone watched. My breath came in short gasps.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered only for him. “It feels too good in front of them.”

“Shh, good girls stay quiet,” he reminded me and thrust his fingers deeper for a moment. Then he pulled away suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. “Continue serving.”

I straightened my dress with shaky hands and moved to the next person. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and excitement. Their eyes followed every step. The mix of fear and thrill made my pussy throb even more.

After the drinks were served, Damien pulled me aside into a small side room connected to the main area. The stone wall felt cold against my back as he pressed me there. Voices from the Board members still carried through the door.

“I need you now,” he growled low. His body was hot and hard against mine. “You did well out there, but this pussy belongs to me.”

He lifted my dress quickly and freed his thick cock. Without warning he pushed my legs apart and thrust deep inside me in one strong movement. The cold stone wall contrasted with his burning skin. I cried out but he covered my mouth with his hand.

“Quiet, Elena,” he warned against my ear. “They are right outside. You don’t want them to hear how much you love Daddy’s cock.”

I nodded desperately, my eyes wide. He fucked me hard and possessive against the wall. Each thrust lifted me onto my toes. The rough stone scraped my back lightly while his hips slammed forward. Pleasure mixed with the slight pain.

“You feel so tight,” he groaned softly. “Watching them stare at you made me hard all night. This cunt is mine alone.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned into his palm. “Fuck me harder. I need you.”

He pounded deeper, his free hand squeezing my breast roughly. My body shook with every thrust. I tried to stay silent but small whimpers still slipped out. The voices outside continued talking about business, completely unaware or maybe not caring.

Damien’s rhythm grew faster. “Cum for me now,” he commanded in a whisper. “Milk my cock like a good little pet.”

My orgasm hit strong and sudden. I clenched around him hard, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He kept thrusting through it until he buried himself deep and filled me with his hot cum. We stayed pressed together, breathing heavily.

He kissed my neck gently after. “You are perfect tonight.”

While he adjusted his clothes, I quickly pulled out my phone from the small pocket in my dress. I had managed to take a quick photo earlier of one masked man’s distinctive jaw and eyes. Now I opened my sketch app and made a fast simple drawing of his face shape and mask details. My heart raced as I saved it secretly. This might help me understand who these people really were.

Damien didn’t notice. He took my hand and led me back toward the main room. But as we approached the door, I heard the members talking in lower voices.

One man said clearly, “The new pet is coming along nicely. We should start breaking her in fully next week. The others broke so easily after the first tests.”

Another replied, “Yes, push her limits. Make sure she understands what the Velvet Board really demands from girls like her.”

My blood ran cold. Breaking in new pets? What did they have planned for me? I froze in place, gripping Damien’s arm tighter. He looked down at me with a dark smile, but I couldn’t tell if he knew what they were saying or not.

The conversation continued behind the door. “She has talent with her art too. We can use that. But first, we break her spirit completely…”

I swallowed hard, fear and curiosity mixing inside me. What had I gotten myself into?