All Chapters of VELVET SHADOW: 40 forbidden flames: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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3. The anonymous hookup app

3. The neighbor discovery I barely remembered the cab ride home. My body was still humming, sore in the most delicious places. Every shift in the seat reminded me of how roughly he had fucked me. My pussy was still wet and slightly swollen, his cum slowly leaking out of me onto my thighs. I kept my legs pressed tightly together the entire way, replaying every thrust, every spank, every filthy word he had growled in my ear.By the time I stepped into my apartment, I was throbbing again.I kicked off my heels and headed straight for the bathroom. I needed a bath. I needed time to process what I had just done. I ran the water hot, poured in some lavender bath oil, and sank into the tub with a long, shaky sigh.The moment the warm water touched my sensitive skin, the memories flooded back.I closed my eyes and let my hand drift between my legs. I could still feel his thick cock stretching me open. The way he had pinned me against the wall. How he choked me while pounding into me from beh

4. The anonymous hookup app

4 – No Turning Back My heart wouldn’t stop racing the entire time I was out getting food. I kept replaying that smile in my head.When I finally returned home and locked the door behind me, my phone buzzed.ShadowHunter88: I didn’t know you were my neighbor 😉I stared at the message for a long moment, my pulse thundering. There was no point pretending anymore.Me: Same here.He replied almost instantly.ShadowHunter88: I would like to stop by your place… and don’t say no.My fingers hovered over the screen. This was risky. He lived right next door. If things went bad, I couldn’t just disappear. But my body still remembered every second of last night, and the ache between my legs hadn’t gone away.Me: Come over.Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find him standing there, holding a bottle of expensive whiskey and wearing a dark shirt that stretched across his broad chest. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence immediately fil

THE RECLUSIVE AUTHOR AND HIS MUSE

Chapter 1: The ArrivalThe car rolled up the long gravel driveway. Thick fog covered everything around the mansion. It looked dark and old, with tall towers that disappeared into the gray sky. I stared out the window, my heart beating fast. This place felt like it came straight out of one of Damien's books.I took the job because the money was really good and the contract was strict. But now, stepping out with my bag while the driver left quickly, I started to wonder if this was a bad idea.The big wooden door opened before I could knock. There he was.Damien.He stood tall in the doorway, broad shoulders under a black sweater. His dark hair looked messy, and stubble covered his jaw. But his eyes caught me right away. They were gray and sharp. He looked me up and down slowly, taking in my sweater, my jeans, and the way my coat fit. I felt heat rise on my skin even though it was cold out."You're late," he said. His voice was deep and rough. No hello. No smile."The fog slowed us down,

2.The reclusive author and his muse

Chapter 2: The Obsession AwakensThe next morning I walked into the study right at nine. Damien was already at his desk, papers spread out in front of him. He looked up when I came in. His gray eyes moved over me slowly, from my face down to my simple shirt and pants."Sit," he said, pointing to the chair across from him. "Start with these pages."I sat down and picked up the handwritten notes. The words were raw and dirty right from the first line. My cheeks felt hot as I began reading out loud. Damien leaned back in his chair and watched me the whole time. He did not look at the paper. He watched my face, my mouth, the way my chest moved when I breathed.When I finished the scene, he stayed quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "Again. But slower. And tell me what you feel while you read it."I read it again, my voice a little shaky. He asked me to describe the heat in her body, the way her legs trembled, the ache between her thighs. I tried to keep it professional, but saying those th

3. The reclusive author and his muse

3: The First SurrenderThe days blurred together. Damien pushed harder each time we worked. He no longer just wanted me to read. He wanted me to feel it.One afternoon he handed me a new scene. "Stand up," he said. His voice left no room for argument. "Act it out. Exactly like her."I hesitated. "Damien, I—""Now, Elena." He stood and walked around the desk. In his hand he held a soft black scarf. "Turn around."My heart raced as I faced the bookshelves. He tied the scarf over my eyes. Everything went dark. Then he took my wrists and wrapped something soft around them, binding them lightly in front of me. Not too tight, but enough that I felt helpless."Like this," he murmured close to my ear. "Just like the heroine. Bent forward. Hands on the desk."He guided me until my palms rested on the massive oak desk. My ass pushed out toward him. The dress he had told me to wear rode up my thighs. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. And shamefully wet."Good girl," he said. His hand ran slowly down m

4. The reclusive author and his muse

Chapter 4: Descent into DarknessThe days after that first time on the desk blurred into something I no longer recognized. Damien stopped pretending there was any real separation between his writing and what we did together. I was no longer just Elena the assistant. I had become the woman from his pages, living and breathing inside his dark stories.He started small but quickly grew bolder. One morning I found a costume laid out on my bed. It was a thin white dress, almost transparent, with long sleeves that tied at the wrists. The kind of thing his innocent-yet-corrupted heroine would wear before she got ruined. A note sat on top in his strong handwriting: "Wear only this. Come to the study."I slipped it on. The fabric felt cool and light against my bare skin. No bra. No panties. When I walked into the study, Damien’s eyes locked on me like a hunter. He stood up slowly from his desk."Turn around," he said. His voice was low and commanding. "Let me see."I turned. The dress clung to

5. The reclusive author and his muse

Chapter 5: Complete PossessionThat evening the mansion felt even quieter than usual. The fog outside pressed against the windows like it wanted to trap us inside forever. I walked into the study and found Damien standing by the fireplace, holding a thick stack of papers. His face looked serious, but his eyes burned with that familiar hunger when he saw me."Elena," he said, his voice low and rough. "Come here."I walked over. He pulled me close, one hand on my waist. "The book is almost done. But the final chapter... it is still unfinished. It needs the darkest part. It needs your total surrender. No holding back. No limits. Are you ready to give me everything?"My heart raced. I had come so far already. The fear was still there, but the pull toward him was stronger. "Yes," I whispered. "I am ready."He smiled slowly, dark and satisfied. "Good girl. This will be the climax. I will narrate it as we go. Every touch, every moan goes into the book. You are my muse. My everything."He sta

The tattoo artist’s private session

Chapter 1: The Needle’s EdgeI was wiping down the last of my stations, the studio quiet except for the low hum of the ventilation fans, when the front door chimed. It was after ten—well past closing—but I’d agreed to this private session because the client sounded nervous about doing it during regular hours. I didn’t expect her to hit me like a freight train the second she walked in.She paused just inside the doorway, looking around with those wide, curious eyes. Jesus. She was perfect. Not the kind of polished perfection you see in magazines, but real, warm, and mouth-watering. Her body had this incredible natural shape—full, heavy breasts that rose and fell softly with each breath under a simple tank top, a narrow waist that begged to be gripped, and hips that flared out generously into thick, soft thighs. Her ass filled out her jeans in a way that made my hands itch just looking at it. Smooth, glowing skin, long dark hair cascading over one shoulder… I couldn’t stop staring. My e

The tattoo artist’s private session

Chapter 2: Skin and SinThe room felt smaller, hotter. Her eyes were still locked on mine, wide and dark with the same need I felt burning through my veins. My thumb was still resting on that warm, sensitive crease of skin, right beside her black lace panties. The tattoo machine sat silent in my other hand. Professionalism? It had already snapped.“You’re taking it really well,” I said again, my voice low and rough. This time I didn’t pull my hand away. Instead, I let my gloved thumb stroke slowly across her skin, tracing the edge of the fresh ink. Lena’s breath hitched, her hips shifting just a little under my touch.“Jax…” she whispered. It wasn’t a protest. It was an invitation.I set the machine down on the tray. “The tattoo can wait,” I murmured. “I need to feel you.”I peeled off the gloves, tossing them aside. My bare fingers traced the fresh lines I’d just inked—warm, slightly raised, sensitive. She shivered hard when I touched them. The pain from the needle was still fresh, m

The tattoo artist’s private session

Chapter 3: Unexpected InkThe echo of the door opening cut through our heavy breathing like a crack of thunder.I froze, still buried deep inside Lena, her warm walls fluttering around my cock as we both turned our heads. Riley stood in the doorway, eyes wide, keys dangling from her fingers. My apprentice and longtime friend — the one who sometimes crashed late nights at the studio to work on her own designs. She was supposed to be gone hours ago.“Shit— Jax? I forgot my sketchbook and saw the light on—” Riley’s voice died mid-sentence. Her gaze dropped to where our bodies were still joined, Lena’s legs wrapped around my waist, the fresh tattoo glistening on her skin, our clothes scattered across the floor. Lena let out a soft, embarrassed gasp and tried to shift, but I was still thick and sensitive inside her, keeping us locked together.For a second, everything hung in stunned silence. Heat rushed to my face, but I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t. Not yet.Riley’s shock slowly melted. Her

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