Bonus Content

Christian

Anticipation coils within me as I arrive home with Cordelia, the ideal babysitter, my mind already racing ahead to the night’s possibilities. Settling Cordelia in the living room with a glass of water, I continue to my bedroom, changing into dark pants and a sweater. A last glance in the mirror confirms that I look as sharp as I feel, ready to take on the world, or at least the night.

Stepping out, I find Hailey transformed. She’s wrestled into the garment I chose, a dress so short and tight it leaves nothing to the imagination, paired with heels that challenge gravity. The note I tucked inside the box was explicit. No bra, no panties. I watch her now, uncertainty flickering across her features as she eyes her reflection, doubtful yet daring.

“Wow,” I breathe, unable to hide my approval. I pull her close, my fingers tracing the hardening point of her nipple through the thin fabric. “You look incredible.”

“Really?” Her voice wavers.

“Absolutely.” Leaning in, I let my mouth hover near her ear as I whisper, “I really like the dress on you.”

With a boldness spurred by desire, my hand travels under the hem of her dress, and I gently insert the small device I’ve prepared for our game. A flick of my finger, and it hums to life, a vibration that brings a shuddering gasp to her lips.

“Christian…” Her eyes lock with mine.

**

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight,” I promise.

Helping her into her coat, we bid farewell to Cordelia, whose knowing smile doesn’t escape my notice. With Hailey’s hand in mine, we step out into the cool evening, the waiting car an omen of the hedonistic hours to come.

The car purrs to a stop in front of a grandiose mansion on the west side of town, its silhouette etched against the dark canvas of the Vancouver night sky. I squeeze Hailey’s hand and lead her up the steps, where the door opens before us.

“Welcome to Velvet,” purrs the hostess, her nearly nude form draped in the barest wisps of silk and lace. Her confidence is palpable, a living testament to the nature of the club’s indulgences.

“Thank you,” I murmur, my thumb grazing Hailey’s knuckles.

Inside, the bar greets us with a warm embrace of nostalgia, as if plucked from another era. The chandeliers cast a golden glow on the hardwood floors, reflecting off glasses and the shimmering lingerie of the staff.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask.

Hailey turns to me, her eyes gleaming with an adventurous glint. “I’ll have what you’re having,” she says.

“Two bourbons, neat,” I tell the bartender, a woman whose attire—or lack thereof—echoes the bold welcome we received upon entry.

Hailey’s gaze flits across the room, taking in the sights and sounds of my favorite club, and I feel a surge of anticipation for what the night has yet to unveil.

The burn of the bourbon trails down my throat, a fiery path that anchors me in the here and now. I guide Hailey to a corner booth in the bar, the leather cool and smooth beneath us. The intimate space is a cocoon amid the pulsing energy of Velvet.

“Welcome to my private escape,” I whisper against her ear, the words mingling with the jazz serenading from hidden speakers. “Discretion is the soul of Velvet.”

Her eyes, wide with wonder, follow my gesture across the room. There, illuminated by the flickering light, is a tableau of pure desire—a woman’s leg draped provocatively, her companion lost as he pleases her with his mouth for all to see.

“What do you think?” I ask, savoring the flush that blooms on Hailey’s cheeks. She bites her lip—an endearing tell—and I feel a surge of pride. It’s not just the scene that’s stirring her; it’s the freedom, the raw honesty of it all.

“Velvet Vixens will grace the stage tonight. They’re sort of a burlesque show,” I continue, leaning back to appraise her reaction, feeling the connection between us intensify. “I have a room reserved. Just for us.”

I discreetly retrieve the remote from my pocket. A single press and I watch Hailey grip her glass, knuckles whitening. My heart thrums in tandem with the vibrations I’ve unleashed within her.

“Let it go,” I murmur, close enough to catch each shiver that ripples through her. The intensity builds at my command, dialing up the pleasure. Her eyes lock onto mine, a silent plea, a shared secret.

As she surrenders to the sensation, a climax takes hold under the guise of shadows and whiskey. I lean in. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” And in that moment, as the truth resonates between us, I realize this is where we are meant to be, entwined in the seduction of Velvet, of each other.

When we’ve finished our drinks, I guide Hailey with a hand at the small of her back, our steps in sync as a thrumming bass line reverberates through the soles of our shoes. We’re ushered to the stage area and another a plush booth with a clear view of the main stage. The atmosphere here is charged, every sensation heightened, every glance loaded with intent.

Before we can settle in, a woman approaches us. Her gaze lingers on Hailey, a hint of invitation in her eyes. “Looking for company tonight?” she purrs, her body language open, inviting.

I wrap my arm protectively around Hailey, feeling a possessive thrill. “Not tonight,” I say firmly, dismissing the offer without a second thought. This evening is only about Hailey and me.

We sink into the cushions of the booth, and I catch Hailey’s attention drifting to the table next to ours. A naked woman perches confidently between a man’s thighs, his hands roaming freely over her exposed flesh. Another man is devoted to her pleasure from below, his head buried between her legs. It’s a display of raw desire that captures Hailey’s gaze, her pupils dilating.

“Isn’t it hot?” I whisper, turning the vibrator on once more, a silent command that surges through her. My hand slips under her dress, fingers teasing her nipple into a stiff peak, relishing the sharp intake of breath that escapes her lips.

She nods, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Her reaction is intoxicating, fueling my own desire. Leaning closer, my lips skim the shell of her ear. “After the show, I’m going to fuck you hard.”

The moment the woman at the next table arches her back in climax, Hailey’s grip tightens on the edge of the table. She’s riding the same wave, cresting at the peak of pleasure right alongside a stranger. It’s an exquisite sight, one that has me aching to claim her, publicly, privately—completely.

“Good girl,” I murmur, pride swelling within me. Tonight, Velvet becomes our world, and Hailey the queen I worship in every shadowed corner.

The Velvet Vixens command the stage with a blend of eroticism and humor that sets my senses alight. Each sway of their hips, each playful wink, is both a tease and a torment, igniting the rawest parts of me. I’m rock-hard, the pressure building like a relentless urge that begs for release, but there’s no way I’ll cave now. Not when the real show awaits in the privacy of our room.

I feel Hailey shift beside me, her body likely buzzing with the same electric tension that thrums through mine. A glance at her confirms it; she’s spellbound by the spectacle, her lips parted ever so slightly as if mirroring the sultry pouts of the dancers. She’s stunning, a vision of desire that outshines even the most daring of performers on that stage.

But patience isn’t in the cards tonight. Not when every fiber of my being screams for her. I can’t take another second of just watching. The need to touch, to taste, to claim her is overwhelming. “It’s time to go upstairs.”

No protest falls from her lips, only a silent, eager acquiescence as she places her hand in mine.

We make our way through the muted din of the club, up a grand staircase that stretches toward an unseen heaven. At the top, I fumble briefly with the fob before the door clicks open, revealing the sanctum that will bear witness to our desires.

“Get on the bed,” I instruct, my tone leaving no room for doubt, only craving. “On your hands and knees.”

She complies beautifully, her movements fluid yet charged with anticipation. I lift her skirt, exposing her to my gaze. “You’re so wet,” I marvel, breathing in the heady scent that is uniquely Hailey. It’s intoxicating, and I’m drunk on her, on us.

My fingers dance over the switch on the vibrator, bringing it to life once more. “I want to hear you climax for me,” I say, my words a command that she obeys with a moan.

I dive into her, my tongue tracing every fold, every secret part of her. She tastes divine, a flavor I could feast on forever. Her body responds to every lap, every flick, building higher until she shatters beneath me, groaning my name.

“That’s it,” I soothe as I pull the vibe from her, holding it to her lips. “Lick it clean.” And she does, her tongue gliding over it obediently, sending a surge of possessive pride through me.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” I tell her, and I mean every word. Tonight, Hailey isn’t just a woman in a scandalously short dress in a club full of secrets. She’s mine, and I am unequivocally hers.

I stand behind her, my breaths shallow with need. “Tell me what you want,” I demand, my hands gripping her hips.

“Anything,” she gasps, “I want you anyway you’ll have me.”

The sound of my zipper signals the race of our desires. I stroke my cock spread the precum and plunge into her without warning, and the sensation is cataclysmic. She’s tight, warm, and my groan rumbles through the room as I release inside her, marking her in the most primal way.

But it’s not enough. My body refuses to relent, still hard, still hungry for her. I drive into her again, each thrust punctuated by a shared gasp or moan. The beast within me is unleashed, and I’m nothing but raw need.

“Spank me,” she pleads, looking back with eyes that are pools of pure lust.

Without hesitation, my hand comes down on her flesh, the sound echoing off the walls. She cries out, a sound that shoots straight to my core, and climaxes shatteringly once more.

As she collapses onto the bed, spent and trembling, I pull her close, wrapping her in my arms. Her heat seeps into me, binding us together in this moment, in this room, away from the world.

“I’ve never had this much fun here,” I confess. Her presence has transformed everything, turned pleasure into something transcendent.

“Can we come back?” she whispers.

The idea of revisiting this night, of exploring even darker delights with her, sets my heart racing. Over the moon doesn’t begin to cover it. “Yes,” I promise, sealing it with a kiss that speaks of endless possibilities. Here, with Hailey, I’m home.

Thank you for reading Doctor Tyrant.