The Velvet Den

Chapter 5

I forced myself to keep walking, my chin lifting in defiance of the vulnerability clawing at me. It didn’t matter, I told myself firmly. There were plenty of fae who did want me, who wouldn’t hesitate to act on their desires. I repeated the thought like a mantra, willing myself to let go of the sting of rejection.

But as I turned the corner, warm arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me into a familiar embrace. The scent of jasmine and something sweet enveloped me as soft lips pressed against the curve of my neck. “ Well, I want you,” Leila whispered, her voice low and sultry, and for a moment, all thoughts of Bryn melted away.

Leila's giggle danced softly against my ear, light and teasing, as her warm breath fanned across my skin. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation coiling deep in my belly. Her lips followed, brushing against the sensitive curve of my neck, soft and deliberate. The press of her mouth was a whisper of heat, her kisses trailing in a slow, tantalizing path. My body leaned into hers instinctively, melting into her embrace, the world around us fading into irrelevance.

Her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against my back, their warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my top. She wrapped her arms around me, her hands splaying against my stomach, anchoring me to her. “I want you,” she murmured into my ear, her voice husky and low, laced with a need that made my breath hitch.

I turned in her arms, my hands instinctively tangling in her silky hair, the strands sliding through my fingers like liquid moonlight. Her lips captured mine in a kiss that was both possessive and yielding. Her tongue teased the seam of my lips, demanding entry, and I gave in, letting her take what she wanted. Our tongues moved in an intimate, electric dance, tasting, teasing, and tangling in a way that made my knees weak. When she bit down on my lower lip, just hard enough to sting, a gasp escaped me, sharp and needy.

“Let’s go to the back,” she whispered against my lips, her voice a sultry promise. I nodded, wordlessly letting her take my hand. Her grip was firm but gentle as she led me through the dimly lit bar and into the back room, the door clicking shut behind us with a sense of finality.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes as she opened her locker. From inside, she pulled out a sleek strap-on, the harness fitted with a thick, lifelike dildo that made my cheeks flush. She stepped into it with practiced ease, tightening the straps around her hips until it fit snugly against her. The sight of her standing there, confident and commanding, sent a thrill coursing through me.

“Come here,” she said, her voice dropping into a tone that brooked no argument. She pulled me into her, her hands sliding down my sides, her fingers lingering on the curve of my waist. Her lips found mine again, and I kissed her hungrily, the taste of her making me ache for more. “Fuck, you taste so good,” she murmured, her words a breathless growl.

She guided me back onto the plush lounge, her hands never leaving my body. With a gentleness that belied the heat in her eyes, she laid me down, spreading my legs as she settled between them. Her lips traveled downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my jaw, the column of my throat, and the swell of my breasts. She paused to tease each nipple with her tongue, flicking and sucking until I was writhing beneath her.

When her mouth finally reached the apex of my thighs, she spread me open with her fingers, her breath hot against my slick folds. “Leila,” I gasped, my hands clutching at the cushions beneath me. Her tongue darted out, teasing my clit with slow, deliberate strokes before she sealed her lips around it and sucked. The sensation was electric, a rush of pleasure that made my legs tremble.

She didn’t stop there. One hand slid up to knead my breast, her fingers rolling my nipple while her other hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as she worked me with her mouth. Her tongue was relentless, alternating between teasing flicks and firm, rhythmic licks that sent me spiraling closer to the edge.

“Turn over, baby,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. I obeyed without hesitation, getting onto my hands and knees. Her hands roamed over my body, her nails grazing the sensitive skin of my back before she delivered a sharp slap to my ass. The sting made me gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me wanting more.

She leaned in, her lips pressing kisses along my inner thighs before her tongue found its way to my core once more. Her hands spread my cheeks apart, and her tongue traced a path from my pussy to my ass, her touch exploratory and bold. “Yesss,” I groaned, my knees spreading wider to give her better access.

“You ready for me?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

“Yes, please,” I whimpered, the ache in my core growing unbearable.

She positioned herself behind me, the strap-on brushing against my entrance before she slid it in slowly, filling me inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, and I moaned loudly as she began to thrust, her movements slow and deliberate at first before picking up speed. I pushed back against her, meeting her thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

Her hands found their way to my clit, her fingers circling it with practiced precision as she drove me closer to the edge. “Fuck,” I gasped, the pleasure building to a crescendo. She slapped my ass again, harder this time, her other hand gripping my hip as she pounded into me.

“Cum for me,” she whispered in my ear, her voice a seductive command. “You fucking delicious thing.”

Her words sent me over the edge, my body tensing as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me crying out and trembling beneath her. She kept moving, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I collapsed onto the lounge, spent and sated.

Leila eased out of me, her movements careful, before she pulled me into her arms. “You are amazing,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

She chuckled, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You looked too yummy to leave alone,” she teased, her hand cupping my breast as she ran her thumb over my nipple.

For a moment, we simply lay there, her warmth and steady presence grounding me. “Someone said a vampire almost drained you,” she murmured, her tone turning serious.

I nodded, the memory flickering briefly in my mind. “Yeah, he got a little too hungry, I guess. But Bryn stepped in and saved me.”

Her brow arched. “Bryn?” she asked, her voice light with curiosity. “How did you feel about that?” I blushed, "I offered to thank him but he rejected me," I pout. Leila grinned, "Did my little Aria feel offended?" I nodded, still pouting.

“Maybe…”

She laughed softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Bryn is different. He doesn’t join in our… activities. I don’t think he was rejecting you; he was just trying to explain what he likes.”

“Maybe,” I said, my voice thoughtful.

“Maybe,” she repeated with a playful smile, “but we’ve got work to do.”

Her laughter followed me as we cleaned up and returned to the floor, the night carrying on with the same rhythm and energy as before. But the memory of Bryn’s touch—and his quiet rejection—lingered, a puzzle I wasn’t quite ready to let go.