velvet box

.The scent of leather and sandalwood clung to the air, thick and intoxicating. Gage knelt on the plush rug, the fibers soft beneath his knees, his gaze fixed on the floor. He could feel the weight of her stare before he even saw her, a palpable force that made his skin prickle with anticipation.

She emerged from the shadows of the bedroom doorway, a vision in black lace and velvet.Summer's curves were accentuated by the corset she wore, her short blonde hair tousled, her eyes dark with intent. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, each step a promise of what was to come.

“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice a low purr that vibrated through him.

He lifted his head, his blue eyes meeting hers. The tattoos on his arms seemed to shift in the dim light, the scars across his knuckles a testament to a past he’d left behind. Now, there was only her. Only this.

Summer circled him, her fingers trailing along his shoulders, down his spine. “You’ve been so good for me,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. “So patient. So eager.”

He shivered, his body responding to her words, to the dominance in her tone. He loved this—the surrender, the trust, the raw power she held over him.

She stopped in front of him, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. “I have a surprise for you,” she said, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. She held up a sleek, black harness, the silicone attachment gleaming. “You remember how much you enjoyed this last time?”

A thrill shot through him, heat pooling low in his belly. He nodded, his voice caught somewhere between desire and devotion.

“Good,” she purred, stepping closer. “Tonight, I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to tease you until you’re begging, and then I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “And you’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so. Understood?”

“Yes,” he breathed, the word barely audible.

She straightened, her gaze burning into him. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,Mistress"

She smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her mouth. “That’s my boy.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp. “Now,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky promise. “Let’s begin.”

Chapter2 Summer knelt on the plush rug, her body hovering over his. “Hold still,” she commanded, her voice a husky whisper. She leaned forward, the black harness in her hands, and began securing it around his hips. The leather was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within him. She cinched the last strap tight, her knuckles brushing his abdomen, making him gasp.

“There,” she purred, giving the base of the silicone attachment a possessive squeeze that made his whole body twitch. “My good boy is all dressed up for me.”

She rose to her full height, looking down at him. Her fingers went to the waistband of her lace panties. With agonizing slowness, she hooked her thumbs into the sides and began to roll the delicate fabric down her hips, over the swell of her ass, and down her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit him, musky and primal, before he even saw her. She stepped out of the panties and let them drop onto his chest.

“You know what I want,” she said, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. She moved forward, placing a knee on the cushion beside his head. “Kneel up. I’m going to ride that pretty mouth of yours.”

Gage obeyed instantly, shifting his weight, his heart hammering against his ribs. She straddled his face, her thighs framing his vision, her shaved pussy glistening mere inches from his lips.

“And here’s the game,” she whispered, lowering herself until her heat was a breath away. “I want to see how long you can hold your breath for me. Let’s find your limit.”

She sank down, enveloping him completely. The world narrowed to the taste of her, the soft pressure of her thighs against his temples, the overwhelming, suffocating please