Chapter 36: Velvet and Vice

Selene

I take my time getting ready.

There’s something sacred about the ritual tonight. The way my fingers move over skin still warm from the spa, the way the silk of the dress clings to my curves like it remembers his hands.

I choose the deep sapphire gown from the options John sent me a few earlier. It hugs me in all the right places—plunging neckline, open back, a thigh slit that promises trouble. Under it I have on some leather crotchless panties and a leather garter belt and sexy stockings . I slip on the moonstone set he gifted me while he was in London.

And then, just as I’m adding a touch of gloss, there’s a knock.

I open the door.

And there he is.

John Wickham. Fresh off his private jet , coat slung over one arm, black button-down open just enough to make my thighs clench.

His eyes drag over me slowly, like he’s savoring the view.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I’m going to have to fight every man in that club tonight.” He grabs me close and kisses me deeply.

I smile, heat blooming in my chest. “Then you better stay close.”

He steps in, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. In his hand is a sleek black box, velvet-wrapped.

“Something for you,” he says, holding it out.

I raise a brow, but take it.

Inside, resting on a bed of midnight silk: a sapphire pendant, larger than the one I’m wearing. The stone is ethereal—opalescent and set in a delicate rose gold chain, flanked with tiny shimmering diamonds.

“John this absolutely stunning,” I breathe.

“It reminded me of you,” he says, stepping closer. “Beautiful. Strong. A little otherworldly, and I want you to have everything.”

I look up at him. “John…”

His fingers graze my jaw. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me put it on you, and later on I’ll be putting something else in you”. I choke out a strangled laugh at the innuendo.

I turn, and he fastens it at the back of my neck with a featherlight touch. His fingers linger a second too long, brushing my skin.

When I turn around, his gaze is molten, he leans down and kisses me softly, I moan and his tongue finds its way into my mouth. His hands are running down my body and the one finds the slit in my dress and starts running his fingers along my thigh . My inner domme pushes forward I push his hand away and grab his cock through his pants and squeeze hard as I bit his lower lip , When i pull away we are both flustered and I can see how turned on he is .

“You ready gorgeous?” he asks huskily.

“I was born ready ” I laugh as I grab my bag with from the sex shop.

I take his hand and we head out to his car.

The jazz club is sex wrapped in sound.

Low lights. Plush velvet booths. A live trio crooning slow and smoky blues.

We’re tucked into a shadowed corner of the VIP lounge , two glasses of Barolo on the table between us, his hand already resting high on my thigh beneath the tablecloth.

He doesn’t speak much.

He watches me constantly though.

And touches me possessively .

His thumb moves slowly over my inner thigh, teasing, possessive, as he leans in and murmurs erotically about the things he wants to do to me the moment we leave.

I move to sit on his lap and lean in and bite his neck and whisper, “are you going to be a good boy for me later ?” as I nibble his ear. His breathe hitches and I lean back to look at his face and I see desire written all over his face.

“Yes goddess, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” I feel a rush of wetness as he answers me.

He moves his hand higher up my thigh and along the edge of my leather g string.

And then he says, “I was hoping you wouldn’t wear anything under that because I wanted to be able to slide my fingers in without asking, and what do you know ? They are crotchless. “As he inches up and starts stroking the apex of core.

I almost choke on my drink.

He leans in, lips at my ear. “You’re already soaking wet aren’t you? How can I please you Goddess? He whispers.

I don’t answer right away, “finger my pussy “. I tell him.

He smiles against my neck, and I feel my skin flush from head to toe. He runs his thumb down my slit and I moan loudly . I feel him slip in a finger and start pumping in and out as he kisses my neck I can’t help but arch my back and thrust my hips against his finger. .

The band slows into a sultry jazz number, and he pulls his fingers out and sucks them as he looks me in the eye . He pulls me up to dance. His hand on my lower back, his other pressing my palm against his chest.

Our bodies move together slowly, in sync, like we’ve done this in another life, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my belly. And I want him.

Im so horny and wet for him.

I rest my head against his shoulder for a moment, just breathing him in.

“Take me home,” I whisper.

He kisses my temple.

“I thought you’d never ask.”