Velvet and Steel

The blindfold stripped the world from her, leaving Elena adrift in sensation.

Sound became everything—the soft drag of his breath behind her, the whisper of silk against skin, the deliberate scrape of something metal being placed nearby.

She felt him kneel in front of her, close. Heat radiated from him like a low-burning fire.

“Color?” he asked.

She blinked beneath the blindfold. “Color?”

“Your safe word. Green for go. Yellow for caution. Red for stop.”

“Green,” she whispered, unsure why her heart raced at saying it.

“Good girl.”

Two words. That was all it took. A tremble chased down her spine like lightning.

Then—touch.

His hands brushed her knees, parting them ever so slightly. His fingers were cool, precise, reverent… and maddening.

“This is velvet,” he murmured, running the soft fabric over her inner thigh. “Gentle. Like trust.”

The velvet slipped higher. Her breath hitched.

Then the texture changed—leather. Firmer. Less forgiving.

“And this…” His voice was darker now, the threat barely veiled. “This is steel. Strength. Control.”

A light tap. Not painful—yet. But enough to make her gasp.

He chuckled low. “You flinch beautifully.”

A new sound—click.

Metal against metal.

She was barely able to form the question before cold steel cuffs snapped around her wrists. Heavy. Ornate. Almost like jewelry, if jewelry had the ability to remind you how little power you held.

“Do you know what the most dangerous thing in this room is, Elena?”

She shook her head. Her breath came quicker now.

“Me? No. It’s you.”

He leaned in, lips brushing her temple.

“You’re what happens when innocence pretends not to crave corruption.”

He pulled her upright to her knees, tilting her chin with two fingers.

“I’ve seen women break from less than what I plan to do to you.”

“Then don’t waste time,” she whispered. “Break me.”

That did it.

He stood. There was a beat of silence—and then the sharp snap of a riding crop against her thigh. Not hard. Not cruel. Just a warning. A promise.

She cried out, the sound half-shock, half need.

“Green?” he asked, voice low, amused, aroused.

“Green,” she gasped.

The second strike came slower. Deliberate. Followed by his mouth at her ear.

“Velvet…”

His fingers grazed her breast.

“…and steel.”

The crop snapped again.

Elena had never been touched like this—so little contact, and yet she felt everything. Her body was awakening in ways that terrified and thrilled her.

She wasn’t sure if she was surrendering…

Or coming alive.

EP4 Teaser: The Rules of Submission

Elena thought she understood boundaries.

She’d read the contract.

Signed the NDA.

Agreed to the safe word.

But nothing on paper could prepare her for the way Damien Wolfe enforces his rules—

not with anger, but with unshakable control…

and a voice that makes her knees tremble with a single word: Obey.

This isn’t about pain.

It’s about trust.