Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Without thinking too hard about the implications of that sentiment, I grabbed Sam’s hand and started back into my house. I could see Sam’s hard cock swinging left and right as we walked in a silent, drunken haze.
I lead Sam through my bedroom, into the hall, walking toward the locked door that had caught his attention earlier. I wasn’t expecting to show Sam this early, and I realized now why that was.
I had been scared. For the first time since I could recall, I’d been scared to bring someone into my Velvet Room.
The fear had been centered around Sam. What if I opened this door and had him running out the front one? I didn’t want to scare him away.
Since when had that ever happened to me? I never gave a fuck if I’d see someone again the next day. I had learned that was the easiest way to avoid pain. Because sometimes, from one day to the next, a life could be snuffed out and you’d never see that person again.
Sometimes it was multiple lives.
I never cared about scaring someone away, but Sam had me asking if I could kiss him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
We stopped just outside of the Velvet Room, the keypad on the door lit up with bright blue numbers. Sam, still hard, and still holding my hand, looked like he was about to simultaneously pass out and float up into the sky. I couldn’t contain the grin.
“You okay?”
“Depends. What’s on the other side of this door?” Sam narrowed his eyes. “It’s not a fucked-up meat locker, right?”
I laughed at the ridiculousness. “No, definitely not.” I pushed open the door, the light inside coming on automatically. It was dim, but still bright enough for us to see. I motioned for Sam to step in first. He looked at me, those big brown eyes lighting me up. He took a breath and straightened his shoulders. I wondered if he really was that nervous. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought him here so soon…
It didn’t matter. Sam stepped in, all my second thoughts instantly floating away. I followed him in and heard him exclaim “holy shit” under his breath.
We stood inside my custom Velvet Room. A place I used as a kind of sanctuary, one that helped me pray in the only way I knew how. I didn’t bring many into this room. My casual hookups, not that I had any since meeting Sam, but when I would entertain them, I’d stick to the bedroom and that was it.
Not with Sam. I wanted to experience him here. I wanted to see him lose his fucking mind, I wanted him to unravel, all while surrounded by the soft red velvet covering these four walls.
He turned to me, his cock still hard, and he smiled wide. “This is crazy.”
“Here, let me give you a tour.” I grabbed him by his cock, causing him to jerk up on his toes as I squeezed and stroked, kissing him for a moment before letting go, licking his taste off my lips. I smiled as I turned from his perfect body and walked over to the queen-sized bed, plush white linens tucked in tight under the mattress. The floor, a dark black hardwood, felt cold under my toes. In the air was a relaxing mixture of eucalyptus and lavender, making the room smell clean and spa-like. The five-foot-tall waterfall set against a glass screen only helped add to the spa effect with the constant sound of running water. And, when something else was needed, the Sonos surround sound system I had installed would kick in.
“I’m assuming this bed isn’t for sleeping?” Sam asked, his gaze falling on the iron loops attached to the curving black headboard.
“Nothing in this room is for sleeping,” I answered, walking around the swing and over to the sleek black table. Sam, jaw slightly dropped, admired the swing for a moment, while I admired how stiff he was. And he didn’t seem to be shy about it either, his cock standing out loud and fucking proud.
He walked over to me. I couldn’t resist myself from stroking him again. I loved how his thick shaft fit in my hand. How soft and warm he was. I loved how his knees buckled every time I’d run my thumb over his wet slit.
I brought my thumb up to my lips and sucked. His salty taste filled me, fueling my desire and causing an eruption of pure lust. His eyes, wide and doe-like, watched as I sucked, before I went back down for more. This time, I brought my thumb to his lips. He opened and sucked me in, his brows rising in surprise as he sucked, his tongue circling my finger.
“You like that, huh? Tasting yourself?”
He nodded. Between us, I felt his dick jump. Like he was crying out for attention.