Curves For Him: 10 Delicious Tales

by Aubrey Rose

  It was her.

  His Velvet.

  His woman.

  ****

  Every day, thousands of tourists and locals came to visit the Acropolis Museum, which could be accessed using the ancient road that led to Acropolis Hill or what was once known in classical times as the city’s “Sacred Rock”.

  Velvet had arrived at the museum early, taking her time to explore and appreciate the innumerable artifacts of the museum, with some of them dating as far back as the Bronze Age in Greece. It was only when she had been at the museum for about forty-five minutes that she slowly realized the entire room where she was in was empty.

  And then she heard the huge doors shutting closed behind her, and she knew he was here.

  He was a Greek billionaire, all right. He hadn’t really confirmed or denied her assumption, but this, Velvet thought almost hysterically, was proof of it. If she needed some kind of evidence that he had unlimited money at his disposal, then getting even part of the Acropolis closed down for his benefit was it.

  “Turn around, agape mou.”

  His voice, heard this close, sounded even sexier to her ears. It was seduction itself, pure and simple, and Velvet had a feeling everything Mykolas Sallis could say or do would be the same. Every sensible part of Velvet urged her to run away. She still had time to put all this madness behind her. She didn’t know Mykolas Sallis at all, and yet she had practically been having an affair with him since the first day he contacted her. Only a fool would go through with this.

  “Velvet.” This time, he unleashed his command in his voice. This time, he discarded the unusual role of being gentle, something he had tried to adapt earlier because he didn’t want his beautiful filly afraid. But now, he realized that was not the way to handle Velvet this time. She was strong and fierce, but like any strong woman, she wanted a stronger and more powerful master to possess her.

  Since his every intention was to chain Velvet Lambert to his side for as long as he desired her, Mykolas had no problems being that at all.

  “Playtime’s over. Turn around and come to me now.”

  The command in his voice was irresistible, and Velvet felt herself turning around even as she was torn between resentment and thrill at his hold over her. The first thing she saw was a pair of Italian handmade shoes. She had always had a good eye of quality, and she knew at first glance those shoes cost more than her month’s wages.

  His black pants and matching blazer were of the same quality – the kind that never came with price tags because those who ordered them didn’t need to know how much they cost. Custom-designed to exquisitely mold to his long, tall, and muscular form, the suit emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, his lean waist, and his sculpted chest.

  Velvet’s breath caught in a mixture of helpless excitement and terror of the unknown as Mykolas Sallis slowly walked towards her. With each step he took, he made the vast hall seem smaller. Around them, ancient works of art seemed to turn into spectators, watching their every move, waiting for Mykolas to claim Velvet like a Greek god who had been given a virginal offering.

  When Mykolas stopped just an inch before her, her blood started to sing, heat turning her body into a tingling mass of anticipation.

  “Look at me.”

  Each word was like a whip of passion on her skin, making her tremble as she slowly raised her gaze to his.

  He was beautiful.

  Every feature of him was hard and perfect, and Velvet found herself more than a little faint at just how larger than life Mykolas Sallis felt. Ebony black hair, gold-brown eyes, and smooth, hard bronze skin all over that made her fingers itch. Her head whirled at the realization that this was the man she had been talking to all this time.

  Finally, Mykolas thought as the most dominant part of him exulted at the realization that his Velvet was within reach at long last. She was spectacularly beautiful, her every feature exotic and vibrantly alive. Her hair burned red gold under the museum’s gentle overhead lights, long flowing tresses that swayed against her back. Her eyes were a lively shade of green, molten jade that could turn into a turbulent sea if she was mad...or aroused.

  The thought had him looking at her lips, her wonderfully pink colored lips, so beautifully plump they tempted him to sink his teeth into them so he could know how soft it was.

  Velvet swallowed. “You’re staring at me.” And, Velvet was ashamed to admit, the way he was staring at her made Velvet feel hot and bothered. Restlessness churned inside her, making her dress feel like it had suddenly turned into a heavy, suffocating chain of armor. She wanted to get out of her dress. She wanted to be naked. And she wanted to be in his arms.

  Dear God, how in the world had Mykolas Sallis been able to turn her into a full-fledged slut overnight?

  He didn’t smile. “You’re staring at me as well.”

  “I can’t help it,” she quipped to hide her nervousness. “You look so pretty.”

  This time, his lips curved slightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His smile widened at the look of frustration that flashed in her expressive green eyes. “Were you perhaps trying to taunt me into having a reaction?”

  She was, but she would rather die than admit it. “Of course not.”

  “You only have to ask, and I shall give it to you.”

  She knew right away what he meant and she snarled, “Never.”

  Mykolas laughed, the full-bodied sound dark, sweet, and forbidden. It made her senses come alive and caused her nipples to prick against the cotton fabric of her dress.

  When he stepped forward, she immediately tried to move back, but his hands were suddenly there, one hand going around her waist and another clasping her hip. Her body slammed against his the next second, his engorged cock immediately making itself felt as it pulsed strongly against the softness of her belly. The contact had Mykolas gritting his teeth and Velvet quickly swallowing back a whimper.

  When she looked up at Mykolas, his face was devoid of any softness. It was harsh, his eyes lit up with fierce lust, and his voice was gravelly as he demanded, “Tell me.”

  She shook her head defiantly, but a cry broke out from her as he pulled her more tightly against him and began grinding his cock against her already-drenched pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut, Velvet not wanting him to see just how much his cock was tormenting her.

  “Tell me.” He ground his erection harder against her.

  “Why do you want me to say it? Isn’t it enough that you made me ask to see you? Is this some kind of power trip for you just so you know that you’ve succeeded—-”

  “I want you to say it,” he growled, “because I want to hear, I want to goddamn know that I’ve made you mine since you’ve already made me yours.”

  His words hung between them like a bomb that could detonate any second, and the air around them became rife with sexual tension.

  Velvet’s wide-eyed gaze was filled with incredulity. She couldn’t believe he had said that he was...hers. “Did you really just fucking say you were...mine?”

  Mykolas glared at her. “Did you really just say ‘fucking’? Don’t you know what that’s making me want to do?”

  Even with him glaring at her, Velvet couldn’t help but smile. He really had said it. He had said he was hers. The sheer beauty of the thought had her senses reeling, her body tightening in anticipation at the knowledge that soon, she could be truly his, too.

  She whispered, “I want you to kiss me, Mykolas Sal—-”

  Fingers sunk into her hair, her head brought up, and lips that were firm and smooth at the same time crushed hers.

  Velvet gasped at the kiss. It was blatantly sexual, fiercely passionate, and unapologetically possessive. With that one kiss, Mykolas was branding her as his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and right after, Mykolas hefted her up, causing her to gasp and automatically wrap her legs around his waist.

  Without breaking their kiss, Mykolas walked them towards the end of the hall, where he could have her leaning against the wall. Keeping
her up against the wall with just one arm, he used his other hand to take a hold of the skirt of her dress.

  “Mykolas!” His name was torn out of her as she felt him rip the skirt out of the way. But he only kissed her again, harder, his tongue diving into her mouth as his hand continued to move.

  Riiiip.

  She gasped against his mouth as Mykolas ripped her lace panties off her, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Cool air-conditioned air kissed her legs, causing her wetness to scent the room, and she flushed in embarrassment.

  “You smell lovely,” he whispered, sensing Velvet’s emotions and correctly interpreting them for what it was.

  She was so embarrassed he had figured out her feelings. Velvet hid her face in the crook of his neck. She bit his neck, too, as if in punishment for embarrassing her, but this only made him chuckle. He moved her up again, and Velvet instinctively tightened her arms and legs around him.

  Her dazed eyes absently roamed the hall, and again she had this disturbing feeling that every ancient piece of art was a pagan spectator, waiting for them to consummate a union that was destined. But she forgot all about it the moment she felt Mykolas’ hand slipping between their bodies once more, his questing fingers delving down.

  “Mykolas!” She couldn’t help crying his name out loud as he suddenly sank two fingers into her pussy. Although she was already soaking wet and their many late-night chats had somewhat eased the tightness of her inner passage, his fingers were much larger than hers. With just two fingers, he made her feel so full, and she gasped his name again as he started to fuck her with them.

  “Do you like it?” he purred.

  She squeezed her eyes shut at the sheer pleasure of his fingers filling her pussy. Damn, damn, damn, but she had never felt this full and it wasn’t even his cock. But even as she could feel herself near to passing out at the way his fingers thrust in and out of her, Velvet managed to say, “It’s tolerable.”

  Mykolas chuckled. “I guess I have to do better then.”

  Her eyes widened. Oh shit. “Mykolas, no, I—-” She ended up moaning, her head falling back against the wall as he sank a third finger into her. He moved his fingers faster, too, fucking her harder as he nuzzled her arched neck.

  “Mykolas, please.”

  The way Velvet sobbed his name out made him growl and suck on her neck. She stiffened, and as he sucked harder, she started to sob his name, her hips thrusting wildly against his fingers.

  He lifted his head, capturing her gaze with his as he growled, “Who do you belong to, Velvet?”

  This time, she had no thoughts of denying the truth, not with her breasts heaving against his chest with each thrust, and not with her pussy stuffed full with his fingers.

  “You,” she whispered, and when his thumb started stroking her clit even as his other fingers continued to fuck her pussy, Velvet cried out as her orgasm crashed onto her. “I belong to you!” She started to sob his name over and over, her body shaking hard in his arms for his fingers still hadn’t stopped thrusting and her pleasure nub had become so sensitive under his thumb it, too, shivered under each stroke.

  As Velvet’s soft limp body fell against him, Mykolas couldn’t remember feeling so alive. The time he had spent wooing this woman was more than worth it. Velvet Lambert was his perfect match in every way, her passionate nature complementing his own. With this, he knew that he would never let her go – and he had an idea how to ensure this.

  Chapter Five

  “I can’t believe you had the entire museum closed down just because you were horny,” Velvet said over an hour later with a shake of her head. She was seated across Mykolas, enjoying a late lunch in the cozy dining area of his private yacht.

  “You should be flattered then.”

  “I should,” she agreed, “but I think it was just an ego trip for you.”

  He laughed, knowing she had only said so because Velvet – even as beautiful as she was – appeared unable to graciously accept compliments. “No. It wasn’t. I simply wanted to know if you tasted as good as I had imagined for the past months. Now, finish your meal quickly and no more talking until you’re done.”

  “Why are you in a hurry?” she complained even as she did try to hurry with her steak.

  “Because you have to eat something else.”

  Velvet was astonished. “I do?”

  He grinned. “My cock.”

  She choked on her last forkful of steak and had to drink several gulps of water. When she had stopped coughing, she glared at him and said succinctly, “Asshole.”

  But Mykolas didn’t seem to hear her. He was looking at her empty plate in approval. “Good. Normally, I love to watch a woman eat, especially when she knows how to appreciate good food, but now I find myself hungrier. We’ll have coffee up at the deck and then after, I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”

  Velvet laughed at the businesslike way he discussed today’s itinerary as she let him drag her back up. “You’re so romantic.”

  “Romantic cannot give you an orgasm, agape mou. Remember that.”

  The words had Velvet’s smile fading a little, and she was thankful Mykolas had his back to her. The more time she spent with Mykolas, the more she feared she wasn’t just sexually infatuated with him. Now that she knew what he looked like – and God, he was so much more gorgeous and sexy than she had ever hoped he would be – everything that had happened between them since the day he found her phone had taken on more meaning. It had become more vivid in her mind...more special.

  Up on the deck, Mykolas arrogantly asked her to rub sunblock on his back and give him a massage as well. She politely told him to drink the sunblock and massage himself to death.

  Mykolas, who was lying on his chest on the wooden lounge chair, lifted his head and turned to her, saying silkily, “If you do it, I may be persuaded to share a little about myself.”

  She snatched the sunblock from his hand. “Give me that,” she grumbled and pushed him back down on the chair.

  Mykolas obeyed with a grin, and he let out a grunt of pleasure as Velvet’s soft hands rubbed oil on his back.

  Mykolas’ back was smooth, hard and all sculpted muscles. Velvet would never admit it to a living soul, but she loved giving Mykolas a massage, loved the feel of his sinewy muscles reacting to every stroke of her fingers.

  Mykolas turned his head to the side so he could watch Velvet. She was dressed in a skimpy red bikini, one of the many things he had personally ordered for her weekend wardrobe. And good thing he had bought her clothes, since the first thing he had ended up doing when they met was rip her dress apart.

  “Ask then.” It was something she had frequently pestered him about whenever they were talking on the phone or exchanging texts.

  “Tell me something about yourself that no one knows.”

  He thought about it carefully. “It’s not a good thing.”

  “Tell me still.”

  He looked at her squarely. “I believe everything, everyone, has a price.”

  Velvet blinked, her hands momentarily stopping its ministrations. “Oh. You’re right. That’s a totally shitty thing to believe.”

  “But it is true, agape mou. It does not mean that there are no good people left in the world. It only means that for the right price, every person can be made to do something.”

  She shook her head. “What about love?”

  “Can still be bought.”

  Her parents came to mind, and her smile faded. “I guess.”

  Mykolas was stunned at Velvet’s agreement. And though he would never admit it, he was bothered by it, too. He didn’t like seeing the dark look in her eyes, didn’t like at all the thought that she had to suffer to understand his words were true.

  “It is your turn. Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows about.” And he had a feeling there were quite a lot, for Velvet had long proven herself to be a woman who held her cards very close to her heart.

  Velvet couldn’t help but laugh at t
he arrogant command. “And what if I don’t?”

  “Then I do this.” Before she could react, Mykolas had captured her wrist and tugged her down, causing her to fall on him, her breasts squashing his face. He readily took advantage of course, and when he started to suck on one bikini-covered nipple, that was when Velvet realized how she would pay if she didn’t agree to his demand.

  “Okay, okay,” she yelped as pleasure threatened to take over and make her forget everything but the agonizingly sharp pleasure of his mouth on her breast, “I’ll tell you one thing.”

  Reluctantly, Mykolas released her nipple.

  She immediately pulled away, and just to be safe, she inched back to keep herself out of reach.

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s not nice either.”

  “I’m tough, agape mou.”

  Velvet’s lips twisted. “Well, that’s the thing. That’s my secret. I’m not tough at all.”

  Pain.

  Too much pain in her jade-green eyes that it made him swear and pull her close. As she fell on top of him, he demanded, “Who has hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “It’s not some kind of breakup heartache. It was just that...there were people I thought I could trust, only to find out that they weren’t trustworthy.” She forced a smile as she met his gaze. “So I guess, I believe the same thing, too. Given the right incentive, people can be made to do things that you believe they could never be capable of doing...” Her voice trailed off, Velvet biting her lip in time.

  She did believe in the same thing. How could she not when her parents had chosen themselves over her?

  But then there was Mykolas.

  For some stupid, inconceivable reason, her heart was trying to convince her that Mykolas Sallis could prove her wrong. That maybe, maybe with Mykolas Sallis, she had found someone who would never betray her – never choose anything or anyone over her.

  Because now she knew...

  Oh my God!

  Velvet fell to the floor.

  “Cristo!” In the next second, Mykolas was out of the lounge chair and bent down on one knee as he helped a dazed-looking Velvet up. “Are you all right?”