All Chapters of Velvet Daddy Sins: Please Me Till the Last Drop: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 t

Elena’s POVDamien stood in my doorway like a shadow. His naked body looked powerful in the dim light. My heart hammered hard against my ribs. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet over my chest even though he had already seen everything.“Are you scared, Elena?” he asked in that deep voice. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click.“A little,” I admitted. My voice came out shaky. “This is all new to me. I don’t know what you expect.”He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at me. “I expect you to listen and obey. Tonight I will teach you how to please me. Drop the sheet, I want to see your body again.”I let the sheet fall to my waist. Cool air touched my hard nipples. Damien’s eyes darkened as he stared at my breasts. “Good girl,” he said. “Now lie back and spread your legs for me.”I did what he told me. My thighs opened slowly. I felt exposed and nervous. “Like this, Damien?” I asked quietly.“Call me Daddy from now on,” he corrected. He climbed ont

Elena’s POVSunlight streamed through the big studio windows the next morning. My body still ached from last night. Damien’s cum had dried on my thighs. I stood in front of the blank canvas with shaky hands, trying to focus on work.The door opened suddenly. Damien walked in wearing a fitted black shirt and pants. He looked fresh and powerful. My heart jumped.“Good morning, Elena,” he said with a small smile. “Did you sleep well after I left?”“Not really,” I replied. I turned to face him. “That message on my phone… who sent it? What is the Velvet Board?”He stepped closer and touched my waist. “Curious little thing. You ask too many questions. Today we paint. But first, I need to check if you’re still sore from my cock.”His hand slid under my short dress and cupped my pussy. I gasped. “I’m still wet from you,” I whispered. “It hurts a little but I like it.”“Good,” Damien said. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. “Because Daddy wants you again. Right here. Bend over th

Elena’s POVI stepped into the bright studio the next morning with my brushes ready. Sunlight poured through the tall windows and lit up the blank canvases. My body still felt sore from last night with the Velvet Board. I tried to focus on my work but thoughts of those masked faces kept returning.Damien walked in shortly after. He wore a simple black shirt that hugged his broad chest. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I stood by the easel in my loose painting shirt and shorts.“Good morning, Elena,” he said in his deep voice. “Did you sleep better after serving the Board?”I nodded quickly and smiled. “A little, Daddy. But I kept thinking about everything.”He stepped closer and circled me slowly. Suddenly he stopped and lifted the hem of my shirt. His fingers traced faint blue paint marks on my hip from our last session. “What is this? You still carry my marks on your skin.”Heat rose to my cheeks. I shifted on my feet. “I tried to wash it off but some stayed. It reminds me of y

Elena’s POVI arranged my brushes and paints in the studio that afternoon when Damien entered with a serious look on his face. Sunlight streamed through the windows and highlighted the large empty canvas on the main easel. My heart skipped as I saw him carry a special wooden modeling platform into the center of the room.“Elena, today I have a special commission for you,” he said in his deep voice. “You will paint my official portrait but I want it done naked. This will test your skills and your obedience at the same time.”I stared at him with wide eyes and felt heat rise to my cheeks. “Naked, Daddy? You mean I paint you without clothes while you pose for me?” I asked softly, my hands gripping a brush tighter.He nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Exactly. You observe every detail of my body with your artist eyes. Show me how well you see me.” Damien removed the rest of his clothes until he stood completely bare. His strong form looked powerful in the natural light. “G