Semua Bab VELVET HEAT:100 FORBIDDEN FANTASIES : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Eric didn’t stop. He pressed her down with one hand, the other locking on the rope at her spine and drawing it just enough to make her arch.“Eyes on me.”She blinked up, wrecked and glassy, jaw slack. “Yes, Daddy.”“Use your words,” he warned, voice low. “Color?”“Green.”“Good girl.”He shifted higher on the mattress, caging her in with his knees. The rope across her chest lifted with each breath; the diamonds he’d tied along her torso framed every shiver. He dragged two fingers along the line of a knot, then tapped her lower belly..a wordless command.“Open.”Her thighs loosened around the rope burn, obedient. He fitted his palm at her hip, guided her into the angle he wanted, a slow grind that made the cords creak. Heat rolled off him; his breath hit her mouth.“Say it.”“Please,” she whispered, voice blown and shaky. “Please take me.”He smiled like a sin. “You beg pretty.”He rocked forward and slid his cock into her tiny pink pussy again in one hard, claiming push of hips. Her

8:30 p.m. The velvet seats filled with murmurs, the hushed electricity of people who knew they weren’t here for anything ordinary. The smell of rope, leather, faint incense clung to the theater. The marquee outside had promised Eric Vanitch: Flesh & Rope..and the crowd knew what they’d paid for.Eric stepped out first, barefoot, dressed in nothing but his black briefs, his tattoos winding like stories up his lean torso. The lights caught on his jaw, sharp as a blade, and the room went quiet.“Welcome,” his voice carried, low and even. “Tonight’s demonstration will be… intimate. Raw,Real, No pretense, no safety net. Just the rope, the body, and what truth rises when both meet.” His dark eyes scanned them, patient, unblinking. “But first… I need to see to my partner.”He left them hanging in silence, slipping through the side curtain to the backstage room.Sabrina sat there, legs drawn tight under her, hair damp from the rain..Naked already, because he’d told her not to hide. Her heart

“Shhh..you’re gonna wake them up,” Jenn breathed, mouth at Evelyn’s ear, smile pressed into her skin.“Then stop making me… loud,” Evelyn whispered back, already clutching at Jenn’s T-shirt.“Can’t.” Jenn kissed the corner of her mouth, then took the rest, deep and claiming, shoulders pinning Evelyn gently to the wall. “Not when you’re doing that.”“Doing what?”“Shaking.”“I’m not.”“You are.” Jenn slid a knee between Evelyn’s, nudged. “Mm…There.”Evelyn’s head tipped back until it touched paint. “Jen-nn…”“Uh-uh. Eyes.” Jenn’s thumb tilted Evelyn’s chin until their gazes met. “Stay with me.”“I am with you.”“Prove it.”Evelyn reached, fisted the hem of Jenn’s shirt, dragged her closer. Their bodies locked..hip to hip, chest to chest…their breathing syncing in messy little stutters. Jenn rocked once, slow, deliberate. Evelyn answered without thinking, rolling against the pressure like she’d been waiting all week for it.“See?” Jenn’s grin flashed and vanished as she kissed her again

Classes dragged, but the moment the last bell rang Jenn was waiting outside by her car, leaning against the sleek hood like she owned the world. Her eyes found Evelyn instantly.“Get in.”Evelyn froze on the steps. “No. I’ll take the bus.”Jenn’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Church girl.” The two words were quiet, but the edge in her tone was sharp as glass. “Don’t make me say it twice.”Students filtered around them, too busy to notice the storm simmering between the two girls. Evelyn swallowed, jaw tight, and marched to the passenger side. The door slammed louder than she meant it to.She buckled in and angled herself toward the window, arms folded like a barrier. Jenn slid behind the wheel, the purr of the engine filling the silence. For a few minutes, Evelyn thought maybe she’d get away with the quiet.Then Jenn’s hand landed on her thigh. Heavy. Possessive.Evelyn flinched. “Don’t.”Jenn’s nails dragged slow circles over the fabric of Evelyn’s skirt. “Still thinking about her? L

Bree showed up with a tote bag and a nervous smile. Evelyn had already set up the console on her bedroom TV, two controllers blinking like little hearts. “Mario Kart?” Bree asked, slipping off her sneakers. “Always,” Evelyn said, pretending her stomach wasn’t knotting itself into a sailor’s nightmare. “Jenn’s out all day.” “Good,” Bree said before she could stop herself, then colored. “I mean…” “I know what you mean.” Evelyn grinned. “Come on, rookie.” They fell into the easy rhythm of trash-talk and laughter, knees touching on the carpet, voices kept low out of habit in this big echoing house. Bree kept glancing up at Evelyn’s mouth when she laughed and Evelyn pretended not to notice and offered her the better controller. Halfway through a cup, Bree leaned into her shoulder in triumph. “Yes! Did you see that drift?” “I’m seeing a lot of beginner’s luck.” “It’s not luck.” Bree bumped her again, softer. “It’s chemistry.” Evelyn’s pulse skipped. “With a video game?” “With my