The Velvet Collar by C. P. Mandara

Author:C. P. Mandara
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: billionaire, dark romance, erotic captive, kidnap erotica, male alpha, spanking bsdm
Publisher: Chimera Books

Two hours later, my wife was a hot mess. In that time I'd tested her newfound "obedience" to the limit. The first thing I did was ask her to take on the role of stripper, in order to tease me. I thought she'd instantly refuse and put an end to all this nonsense. To my surprise, she did no such thing. In fact, I think she took it as a personal challenge because what happened next nearly blew my mind.

Putting on a playlist, mostly by hip-hop rapper types I had never heard of, she began unzipping her dress. The words "Drop it like it's hot" kept repeating themselves ad nauseam, but thankfully I'd gone mostly deaf. My eyes were glued to Jen's gyrating body going up and down and round in circles. The red satin of her dress shimmered in the dim lighting of the room, and when she beckoned me forward from my spot of the edge of the bed, I was quick to comply. Rubbing up against me, she began unfastening the buttons on my shirt, and it was fucking incredible. I could feel her breath on my neck and the faint remains of Chanel No5 on the air. Having come to associate that smell with my wife, it didn't take long for the scent to become intoxicating.

When the dress began riding up over her legs, exposing the silky smooth, gently tanned flesh of her thighs, my hands were all over her.

"Uh, uh, uh," she purred, waggling her finger. "You're not allowed to touch strippers." The woman then dared to raise her eyebrow at me, and that definitely sent my blood pressure through the roof.

"Unless you haven't noticed, I make the rules here, and you obey. If you do as you're told you'll get your night - but only if you play by my rules - and they say I can touch you as much as I like," I growled. Already aroused to breaking point, there was a good chance I was suffering just as much as Jen was. Sure enough, that dress of hers took a good twenty minutes to come off, and as I already knew she was wearing no underwear beneath it, my cock went wild. Inch by slow inch, the satin bunched up around her waist and my fingers were stroking, kneading, and embracing her flesh in every direction. They moved all over her legs and had particular fun with her ass, which, judging from the little mewling sounds she was making, was still a bit sore from earlier. Then, when I saw her pupils go dark, they moved between the juncture of her legs, finding hot, sweet nectar to dive into. I coated my fingers with it. Applying it liberally all over her clit, Jen really began to dance, and she was a little less coordinated as the dress started to rise higher. Letting her amuse me for a while longer, my fingers continued to dance on her clit, hopefully getting her just as aroused as I was.

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