All Chapters of VELVET HEAT:100 FORBIDDEN FANTASIES : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Trigger Warning: Graphic sexual content, choking, emotional degradation, dominance/. submission, control play, mild blood, humiliation Theme: F/F Office BDSM, Power Imbalance, Degradation, ObsessionThe office door clicked shut behind her like a trigger pulled.Ava stood in silence, her heart thudding too loud in her chest. The city lights outside cast long, jagged reflections across the black marble floor, but the real danger was in front of her..perched behind a sleek desk like a predator on her throne.Lilith Vance didn’t look up.She signed something slowly, deliberately, as if Ava’s presence wasn’t even worth the tilt of her chin.“You’re late,” Lilith said, voice like polished glass.Ava swallowed. “It’s midnight.”“It’s mine,” Lilith replied. “Every second of it.”She set the pen down. The pause that followed felt like a blade hanging.“Strip.”Ava blinked. “Wh…?”Lilith’s eyes lifted. Cold. Cutting. Beautiful in the way storms are beautiful when they split roofs.“You

*Third day of nonstop f*cking*Lilith’s office was already thick with heat by the time Ava walked in.The lights were dimmed to gold. The air reeked of leather and control. And on the desk..her desk…there were cuffs already laid out. A collar. An open box of toys. The air buzzed with something heavier than electricity.Marla was there. So was a new woman Ava had never seen. And so was her..the one Lilith only referred to as The Fourth.Lilith leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching all three of them like a god surveying worshippers.“You’re late,” she said coldly.Ava dropped to her knees.“I’m sorry, ma’am.”“No excuses. Strip.”Ava obeyed instantly, peeling away her blazer, blouse, bra, skirt. Everything.The Fourth…tall, cruel-eyed, in a pinstripe vest and nothing else…approached first. She gripped Ava’s chin.“This is the one?” she asked Lilith.“She’s broken in.”“Let’s break her again.”They didn’t waste time.Ava was bent over the edge of the couch, arms pulled behind

"Close the book, Noah."The command was low, deliberate, each syllable threaded with something dark and thrilling. Noah’s fingers trembled as they obeyed, shutting his textbook with a quiet thump that felt louder than it should in the near-empty staff lounge. Only a few students lingered outside the door, their muffled chatter echoing down the hallway.It was near the end of the day…when fatigue dulled alertness, when rules began to blur.Professor Julian Calder leaned back in his chair across the table, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on his student with an intensity that pinned Noah in place.“Get under.”Noah blinked, confused. “Sir?”“Under the table.” Julian’s voice dipped into gravel. “Now.”There was no mistaking the authority in that tone. Noah’s heart pounded against his ribs as he pushed his chair back slowly. He ducked beneath the table, the carpet rough against his knees. The tablecloth concealed him from sight..barely. One wrong movement and someone passing the door could gl