The Greek Billionaire and I

She had aroused Mykolas Sallis, and just like that, her breasts started feeling a little heavier, her nipples more sensitive, and her panties becoming slightly damp. She wetted her suddenly dry lips, the silence from the other end of the line torturing her, making her feel restless. “Mykolas?”

“You make me want to touch myself, Velvet.”

Velvet bit her lip hard.

“I haven’t touched myself – haven’t had a need to since I first f*cked a girl at thirteen, but I have a feeling,” Mykolas confided tautly, “it’s going to be a daily habit until we meet.”

She asked unsteadily, “Does this mean I’ve won the bet?”

Doing his best to ignore his aching cock, he said flatly, “It means, my beautiful Velvet, when you lose the bet and find your way to my bed, you will have a lot of making up to do.”

Slowly, quietly, Velvet squeezed her legs together. She had never felt like this before, and she just didn’t know what to do.

“Are you alone right now?”

She almost didn’t want to answer the question. She wasn’t stupid. She knew where that question was leading.

“Answer me, Velvet.”

The commanding note in his voice should have made her bristle, but right now, all it did was make her squeeze her legs more closely together as she whispered shakily, “Yes.”

“Lock the door if you haven’t yet and make sure you’ve got your curtains drawn shut or the blinds down. I don’t want anyone seeing you while I make you come.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do what you say.”

“Yes,” he said thickly. “I’m crazy with desire for you, and so what you’ll do for me is make this ache inside my pants a little more bearable by doing what I say.” In a steely voice, he ordered, “Do it, Velvet. Do it before I decide not to play our little game and just storm into your place and take you and to hell with what everyone says."

She wanted to put the phone down. She wanted to hiss at him that she was not his to be ordered about. She wanted to end this, once and for all, before she did the worst thing possible. But what she wanted was different from what she needed.

And right now, what she needed…

Oh God, what she needed was to follow him.

Velvet locked the door. Drew the curtains shut.

And when she was back on her seat, she snapped, “It’s done.”

Mykolas let Velvet’s bitchy tone pass. Both of them knew it was just her way of hiding the desire burning inside her. “Do you have a mirror in your room?”

“Yes.”

“Can you see it from where you’re sitting?”

Velvet’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“I want you to see how I can make you come, Velvet.”

She shook her head. “This has gone too far. I’ve never even…”

“Touched yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Then it only means we should start now. When I f*ck you for the first time, it will be too painful if we don’t make your p-ssy a little less…tight.”

“Stop assuming we’re going to f*ck.”

“Stop pretending we aren’t. Now, be a good girl and face the mirror as you undress yourself.”

Velvet strove to resist the command in Mykolas’ voice.

“Now.”

Her eyes squeezed shut in utter mortification at the way her body literally swayed as if wanting to be closer to the voice. Slowly, she felt her fingers moving, undoing buttons. Her clothes fell to the floor.

“Everything, Velvet.”

Gulping, she unclipped her bra and pulled her panties off. She turned pink all over when she saw her naked reflection on the mirror. The image she created was so blatantly carnal it should fill her with shame. But now, all her inhibitions had left her. Now, all she could feel was a yearning to feel more…by doing what Mykolas Sallis wanted.

“Cup your breasts, but don’t touch your nipples.”

Slowly, she did as commanded.

“Describe how your breasts look. Do they fill your hands?”

Velvet whispered, “Yes.”

Slowly, Mykolas closed his eyes. Lust took over his consciousness, and his voice was thick with need as he spoke. “Let your hands run over your waist…your hips…tell me what your body looks like. What it feels like…”

She ran her hands down her curves. “It’s soft…and…I’m not thin.”

“That’s good news for me, agape mou. I want some flesh in my woman.”

“I’m…curvy.”

“Even better. I swear to f*ck, my cock feels like it grew an inch longer at your words.”

She whimpered at the image of his already large cock becoming even larger.

“Go back to cupping your breasts, agape mou, but this time I want you to gently touch your nipples. Very gently…” The whimper from the other end of the line told Mykolas Velvet was doing what he said. F*ck, the sound was so f*cking hot.

He unzipped himself. “Twist your nipples harder.”

Velvet gasped, the pleasure and pain of her nipples being twisted in such a way taking her by surprise.

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck that was hot! Mykolas took out his cock again. “I want you to look at the mirror again, Velvet. This time, I want you to never take your eyes off the mirror.”

“Y-yes.”

“Move one hand down and slowly open yourself wide.”

Her hand shook as she moved to do as ordered, and Velvet couldn’t help but let out a little moan as she felt herself stretching to open wide. It was a very strange sensation, completely unfamiliar but addictively sensual.

“Do you think my cock will fit?”

“No.”

Then that meant she was f*cking tight. The thought had him stroking himself, harder and faster than he intended.

“If that’s the case, I need you to open yourself wider.”

“I d-don’t think—”

“It’s possible, agape mou. Trust me.”

And so she did, and her p-ssy opened more widely, her entrance becoming moist as if in preparation for welcoming Mykolas’ wonderfully large cock.

“Now, I want you to use your other hand to touch your *. You know where it is?”

“I…” She let her other hand move and after a few strokes, she found it and gasped, “Yes.” She couldn’t stop stroking herself now.

Fuuuuck.

He knew exactly what Velvet was doing, and his hand moved accordingly, rubbing his cock in furious movements. “Are you close to coming, Velvet?”

“I…yes…”

“When you come, I want you to say my name.”

The command was more than enough to push her off the cliff she had been hovering over all this time. With furious strokes on her *, Velvet gasped, “Mykolas.”

“Velvet.” Mykolas came furiously, her release triggering his.

When her eyes fluttered open, she found herself draped limply against her chair and still seated across the mirror.

“Velvet?” His voice was still a little uneven. He had never experienced such a powerful orgasm. It blew him away, and because it had, he knew that for a virgin like Velvet, the experience would have been more shattering for her.

His fists clenched as a surge of possessiveness went through him. This definitely clenched it. Velvet Lambert was his. Maybe not now, but she would be. It was only a matter of time.

It took a long time for Velvet to speak. Somehow, this man – this Mykolas Sallis, whoever he was – had gotten under her skin, and life wouldn’t ever be the same again. She felt so vulnerable and exposed she was tempted to put the phone down. But in the end she couldn’t, and so she muttered, “I’m here.”