Velvet Desire: A Spicy Collection

Chapter 1

As an actress, my job demanded a lot from me...busy schedules and late nights...it took everything from me...

And today just like every other day, I stepped off the set, my shoulders heavy and my feet aching after another long day.

Immediately the director shouted “That’s a wrap!” and the whole crew broke into cheers and applause, I forced a smile and clapped along, waving at a few people as they packed up lights and cameras.

As if my day couldn't get worse...next to me, Mia, my co actress let out a loud, happy squeal as her husband, Jake walked right onto the set carrying a huge bouquet of bright red roses and a box of her favorite chocolate-covered strawberries. He set everything down, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply, like they were the only two people in the fucking room.

“Look at you, superstar,” he said, grinning wide. “I’m so damn lucky to have you.”

Mia laughed and kissed him back, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. The crew whistled and teased them, but you could see how happy they were. I kept clapping, my smile real for her sake. She deserved this.

But inside, my stomach fucking twisted.

I watched Jake hand her the flowers and whisper something that made her blush. My throat felt tight as I thought about Sebastian...my husband, and how different things were for us now. He was the CEO of a billion-dollar company. Always flying somewhere, stuck in meetings, or handling emergencies that never seemed to end. I loved him. God, I still loved him so much. But love alone wasn’t enough anymore.

My mind drifted back to the early days of our marriage. I could still remember the way he would burst through the door after a long day, his eyes dark with hunger for me. He would then grab me by the waist, lift me up, and pin me against the wall before I could even say a fucking hello. His mouth would crash against mine...hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint.

His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his.

Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries away... Our big, beautiful penthouse felt cold and empty most days.

I swallowed hard and looked away as Mia and Jake walked off hand in hand, still laughing together. My chest felt heavy. I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and headed toward the parking lot. The cool evening air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the warm, restless ache between my thighs. I missed him. I missed us.

As I slid into the driver’s seat of my car, my phone buzzed. A message from Sebastian lit up the screen.

"I'll be running late again. Don’t wait up. Love you."

I stared at the words until they blurred. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed back a simple reply.

"I love you too."

I started the engine, gripping the wheel a little tighter. I was done just missing him. Something had to change. I wanted my husband back...the one who couldn’t keep his hands off me. And I was going to do whatever it took to remind him exactly how good we used to be.

The drive home felt longer than usual. Streetlights blurred past my window as dirty thoughts kept flooding my mind. I kept replaying those old memories...Sebastian pinning me against the wall, his hard body pressed tight against mine, his thick cock sliding deep inside me while I moaned his name. My breathing grew heavier as heat pooled between my legs, making my panties damp.

One hand stayed on the wheel while the other slid slowly down my body. I brushed my fingers lightly over my breasts through my thin top, feeling my nipples harden. A soft murmur escaped my lips. “God… Sebastian…” I gasped quietly as I gave one breast a gentle squeeze, imagining his mouth sucking hard on it instead.

My thighs pressed together, trying to ease the throbbing ache in my pussy, but it only made me wetter. I kept touching myself like that the whole drive until I was squirming in my seat, desperate for more.

By the time I pulled through the tall gates and parked in the garage, the mansion was quiet except for the usual housekeepers finishing up and security making their rounds. I didn’t care about any of that. I just needed relief... I needed to be fucked.

I hurried upstairs to our master bathroom, kicking off my shoes along the way. The room was huge and luxurious, with a massive walk-in shower. I stripped out of my clothes fast, my skin flushed and sensitive. Stepping under the hot spray, I let the water cascade over me. Steam rose around my body as I ran my hands over my wet curves.

My large, voluptuous breasts felt heavy under the stream. Water droplets ran down them, making my dark nipples tight and sensitive. I cupped them, squeezing and teasing, wishing they were Sebastian’s strong hands.

An idea hit me as the water rolled down my pussy...

I reached for my phone, careful to keep it dry. Standing under the spray, I angled the camera down and took a clear, teasing photo of my breasts...full, glistening with water, my nipples proudly hard and erect... My heart pounded as I typed a short message and hit send...

"Missed you today. Thought you might like to see what’s waiting for you at home..."

I bit my lip and placed the phone down, stepping back under the hot water. My body was buzzing with excitement and nerves. I hoped this would finally get his attention.