Velvet Daddy Sins: Please Me Till the Last Drop

Elena’s POV

I paid the taxi driver with the last of my cash and stepped out onto the gravel driveway, my paint bag slung over one shoulder. The mansion loomed in front of me, huge and old, with lights glowing in some of the windows. My stomach was doing that nervous flip it always does before something important.

This has to go well, I thought. Mom’s next hospital payment is due in two weeks, and my part time jobs aren’t even covering groceries anymore.

A tall man was waiting by the big wooden door. He looked exactly like the kind of person who owned a place like this, expensive black shirt, broad shoulders, the kind of quiet confidence that made me feel small without even trying. When his eyes met mine, I felt suddenly aware of my cheap dress and scuffed sneakers.

“You must be Elena,” he said in a deep voice. “I’m Damien Voss, come inside.”

His hand touched my lower back as he guided me in. The touch sent a strange warmth up my spine. I nodded quickly and followed him through the grand hall. Everything smelled like rich wood and something darker.

Get it together, Elena. You’re here to paint, not to gawk at the client.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for this chance,” I replied softly. My voice sounded small in the huge space. “I brought all my supplies. I’ll start painting tomorrow if that’s okay.”

But something about him already felt… off. Not in a bad way exactly. More like the moment before a thunderstorm when the air gets heavy and you know things are about to change.

Damien stopped and turned to face me. He was much older. His jaw looked strong. He studied my face for a long moment, I felt my cheeks grow hot under his stare.

“Good. I expect excellent work,” he said. His tone left no room for mistakes. “The studio is upstairs. Follow me.”

We climbed the wide stairs. My suitcase wheels made soft sounds on the floor. I tried not to stare at his back muscles moving under the shirt. Why did this stranger make my stomach tighten? I shook the thought away. This was just a job.

He pushed open heavy doors to a beautiful room. Canvases waited on easels.

“This is where you’ll work,” Damien explained. He stepped closer. Too close, I could smell his cologne. “You have full freedom here during the day. But at night… do not wander the halls.”

His warning hung in the air. I looked up into his eyes. They seemed almost black in the low light. Something flickered there. Hunger? I swallowed hard.

“Why not?” I asked. My fingers gripped my paint bag tighter. “Is there something I should know?”

Damien smiled slightly. It did not reach his eyes. “Some rooms are private. I value my peace. Stay in your guest room after dark, understand?”

His voice dropped lower on the last word. It sent a shiver down my arms. I nodded fast. Part of me felt scared, another part felt curious. Excited even. What secrets did this mansion hold?

“I understand, Mr. Voss,” I said quietly. “I won’t cause trouble. I just want to paint and do a good job for you.”

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. His fingers felt warm against my skin. The touch lasted only a second, but my body reacted strongly. My nipples tightened under my dress. I hoped he did not notice.

“Call me Damien,” he corrected. “And I expect complete obedience, Elena. Good girls get rewarded here.”

The way he said “good girls” made heat pool between my legs. I shifted on my feet. What was wrong with me? This man was my boss. Rich, powerful. Dangerous in ways I could not explain yet.

“Thank you, Damien,” I whispered. My breath felt shaky. “I’ll remember that.”

He showed me to my bedroom next. It was luxurious with a huge bed and soft sheets. Rain pounded harder outside.

“Settle in. Dinner will be brought to you,” he told me at the door. His eyes moved slowly down my body before returning to my face. “Sleep well. You’ll need energy for tomorrow.”

Before I could reply, he turned and left. The door clicked shut behind him. I sat on the bed and let out a long breath. My hands trembled a little. Damien Voss had a presence that filled every room. I felt small next to him but also alive.

I unpacked my clothes and set up my small things. The storm grew stronger as lightning flashed through the windows. I tried to read a book to calm down, but my mind kept returning to his touch. His warning. The way he looked at me like I was something to claim.

Hours passed. I changed into a thin nightgown and turned off the lights. Sleep would not come easy.

A low moan echoed from somewhere down the hall. Female, breathless. Followed by a deep male grunt and the sound of skin slapping skin. My eyes flew open in the dark.

I sat up slowly. My heart raced. Was that Damien? With who? The sounds grew louder. Wet. Rhythmic. A woman’s voice begged softly, “Harder… please…”

I bit my lip. Heat rushed through my body. I should stay in bed like he warned. But my feet moved anyway. I crept to my door and opened it just a crack. The hallway stretched long and shadowy.

The moans came from the end of the corridor. The master bedroom perhaps. Curiosity burned inside me stronger than fear. I stepped out barefoot. The cold floor sent chills up my legs.

As I moved closer, the sounds became clearer. Flesh hitting flesh. A man’s rough growl. “Take it all, you little slut.”

My pussy throbbed against my will. I pressed my thighs together. What was I doing? This was wrong. Dangerous but I kept walking until I reached the slightly open door. Light spilled out.

I peeked inside.

Damien stood naked and hot. His muscular body glistened with sweat. He fucked a woman hard from behind on the silk sheets. Her ass was red from slaps. His thick cock drove deep into her with every thrust, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back.

My mouth went dry. I could not look away. His body was perfect, strong hips slamming forward. The woman moaned louder, her face twisted in pleasure and pain.

Suddenly Damien’s head turned. His dark eyes met mine directly through the gap in the door.

He saw me watching.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face while he kept fucking the woman. He did not stop. Instead he thrust harder, making her cry out.

My legs felt weak. I should run. But I froze, trapped by his stare. Heat flooded my cheeks. Wetness slicked between my legs.

Damien mouthed one silent word toward me.

“Stay.”

My breath caught. The storm raged outside as my whole body trembled with forbidden excitement. What would happen now?