The Velvet Chair
C.P. Mandara
(Velvet Lies #1)
Publication date: February 6th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance
“Oh, darling. You’re going to be so easy to conquer.” His finger reached under my chin and pulled my face back to meet his. “I can’t wait to strip you out of that dress and watch you crawl around my home naked. I’m going to spank that delectable ass with every damn pervertible I can find. Hairbrushes, wooden spoons, spatulas, and I might even try a damn baking sheet. That ass of yours is always going to be prettily pink and perfectly swollen while you’re under my roof.”
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.
I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
I am never wrong.
“Sir, how can I be of assistance?” Angel curtsied prettily, dressed in nothing more than fine, almost transparent silver mesh. Her petite frame looked stunning as usual, with her dark black hair dragged back into a high ponytail and bright orange lips to boot. It only added to her appeal. Usually I would be thinking of hauling her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her silly, but those thoughts were strangely and almost painfully absent. I now had eyes for only one woman. Get it together, Matthews, I berated myself.
“I want a tattoo, or rather Jennifer would like a tattoo.” I enunciated the word carefully, so she wouldn’t miss my meaning.
“Of course you do,” she said, without missing a beat. What design or wording would you like, Sir?”
I pretended to think about that for a moment, but in reality all the details of tonight’s thoroughly orchestrated performance were carefully filed away in my head.
“Words, I think. Hmm, let’s see.” My hand rubbed itself across my jaw and pulled at my lips. Finally, I clicked my fingers as the words apparently came to me. “Sir’s Slut.”
Jennifer immediately rocked on her knees, and she spluttered heavily for a moment, making me wonder if she was going to hold it together. It took her a few long seconds, but somehow she managed to calm herself. I have no idea how she did it. I’d have run half a mile had someone threatened to write something of that nature on my face. What was keeping her here? There was something I was missing. A really big something.
“And you’d like her fastened into the chair, Sir?”
“Yes. I think it will help with the pain if she is pleasured at the same time.”
The pain wasn’t something I was worried about. I knew Jennifer’s pain tolerance nearly outstripped mine, and that was saying something. The reason for the chair was to humiliate and torment her. Tonight I was going to find out what turned her on and use the information by exploiting it to the fullest.
Angel wheeled the chair behind Jennifer, and Dominic and Johanna helped her into it. The girl wore a dazed expression on her face, and I would have paid a large sum of money to have known what she was thinking.
“Spread your legs wide, darling. Don’t be shy.” She didn’t, but I’m not sure she was capable of much at the moment. It didn’t matter in any case, because the chair would take care of that.
Angel and Johanna took it upon themselves to fasten her limbs in place. They tucked her skirts up around her waist, and then swung the pivoted legs of the chair wide. A large split in Jennifer’s white drawers revealed a pretty pink cleft that was fairly dribbling with excitement, and so it should be. I’d put a lot of time and effort in today, making sure that she would be almost rabid for the slightest touch or caress.
Jennifer looked shocked for a moment, her eyes flaring wide, before her cheeks stained themselves a brilliant shade of crimson.
“You have no idea how adorable you look, my dear.” Unfortunately that was all too true. I couldn’t look at her. If I did, I would drop to my knees and feast between her legs until she squealed. As I’d invited guests along, it was only fair to let them go first.
Author Bio:
Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
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