This excerpt from Sinful Treats is intended for adults only. By continuing to read you are
agreeing that you are over 18 years of age.
Kendra came to the club to help her best friend celebrate her 21st birthday, on Halloween no less. Her
curvy body dressed as a she-devil, her normally sane self agrees to try and gain access to the
mysterious playground that is the third floor.
Velvet Ice Trainer Master Sinclair is ready to drag the curvy little she-devil back down the stairs where
she belongs, but finds himself drawn to the fascination on her face as she explores the scenes going on
around her. Enthralled, Sin knows she's a born submissive, but his attraction to an obvious novice is a
big no-no.
When Kendra gets herself into trouble with a more experienced Dom, it's up to Sin to come to her rescue,
and he isn't about to let her go. She came to explore a night of wild fantasy – Sin is just the man to show
her the delights of Velvet Tricks... and Sinful Treats!
The following excerpt from Scenes from Velvet Ice: Sinful Treats is intended for adults only. By
continuing to read you are agreeing that you are AT LEAST 18 years old!
“We’ll replace your dress, of course,” he murmured, helping her to sit up. “Until then,” he stood and un-
tucked his shirt, stripping out of it briskly. In spite of the tense situation, he almost smiled at the way her
eyes flickered over his bared torso. The tip of her tongue peeked out, slicking over her full lower lip, and
his bound cock gave a hungry throb.
He quickly helped her to stand on her trembling legs. Kneeling again at her feet, he steadied her with
one hand on her hip, and bent to remove her heels. There was no way in Hell she would be able to walk
in them when she was this shaky.
He glanced up in time to catch her in the act of checking him out. She’d pulled off her sequined mask,
and her big, golden eyes traced the deep groove of his spine, brushed over his shoulders and stroked
through his hair. He could tell the exact instant she focused on his tattoo. Even, white teeth sank into that
puffy red lip, and her breath caught audibly as her eyes followed the sinuous curve of the whip from his
wrist, around his arm until it draped over his collar bone, the handle dangling across one hard pec. Her
appreciation was so obvious that he indulged himself in a brief fantasy that it was his teeth, sinking into
her lip, and other even more tender places.
Talk about fucked-up timing.
He stood and draped his shirt over her shoulders. “You have no business up here, Red.”
“Kendra.”
“What?” She refused to look at him, and Sin was forced to talk to the top of her head.
“My name is Kendra.” She shifted and Sin realized he was touching her bare back, stroking over the
baby-soft skin of her hips under the hem of his shirt.
“Well, Kendra, a pretty girl like you who doesn’t know the rules could get in real trouble in a place like
this.”
She stiffened at his chiding tone, jerking away from his stroking hand.
“I do know the rules. I spent two weeks researching the world of Domination and submission. It’s not my
fault that Mr. Compensating-for-Something over there didn’t follow them!”
Sin smiled, both at the fire in her voice and the rather apt nickname she’d given her would-be Dom.
“Well, baby girl, it’s true that Georgie didn’t follow the rules.” Seeing the vindicated look on her face he
quickly added, “But you can’t experience the reality of this world through the pages of a book, nor can
research prepare you for what really happens inside the walls of a place like this.”
“I just wanted to feel like all those people I saw on my way in here.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper,
and all the starch seemed to have gone out of her defiant posture.
He should be escorting her out of here, showing her down the stairs and out the front door. Yeah, that’s
what he should be doing, but instead he found himself asking, “And what do you think they felt?”
“Pleasure.” She almost looked up, fastening wide, golden eyes on his chin. “Such immense pleasure the
body can hardly contain it.” Her eyes dropped, her chin lowering, leaving him staring once more at her
satiny hair. “I’ve never felt that kind of pleasure.”
He was so screwed. His head kept screaming, asshole, get her out of here. Instead he lifted one of her
wrists and rubbed the angry red mark left by George’s cuffs. Fucker had better stay out of his sight; Sin
would be happy to do some marking up of his own.
“Kendra.” He waited until she raised her head, refusing to continue until she met his gaze. When she did,
he was nearly struck dumb. Wide, golden-brown eyes met his, the innocence and yearning in them
sending an arrow straight to his soul. His woman. His to mark. His to train. No one else’s. “Baby girl, do
you still want to know what real pleasure feels like?”
“It wouldn’t be like that? Like with him?” Her gaze darted in the direction George had taken.
“It would be nothing like that.” He met her eyes, drowning in their melting depths.
“Then yes, please.”
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agreeing that you are over 18 years of age.
Kendra came to the club to help her best friend celebrate her 21st birthday, on Halloween no less. Her
curvy body dressed as a she-devil, her normally sane self agrees to try and gain access to the
mysterious playground that is the third floor.
Velvet Ice Trainer Master Sinclair is ready to drag the curvy little she-devil back down the stairs where
she belongs, but finds himself drawn to the fascination on her face as she explores the scenes going on
around her. Enthralled, Sin knows she's a born submissive, but his attraction to an obvious novice is a
big no-no.
When Kendra gets herself into trouble with a more experienced Dom, it's up to Sin to come to her rescue,
and he isn't about to let her go. She came to explore a night of wild fantasy – Sin is just the man to show
her the delights of Velvet Tricks... and Sinful Treats!
The following excerpt from Scenes from Velvet Ice: Sinful Treats is intended for adults only. By
continuing to read you are agreeing that you are AT LEAST 18 years old!
“We’ll replace your dress, of course,” he murmured, helping her to sit up. “Until then,” he stood and un-
tucked his shirt, stripping out of it briskly. In spite of the tense situation, he almost smiled at the way her
eyes flickered over his bared torso. The tip of her tongue peeked out, slicking over her full lower lip, and
his bound cock gave a hungry throb.
He quickly helped her to stand on her trembling legs. Kneeling again at her feet, he steadied her with
one hand on her hip, and bent to remove her heels. There was no way in Hell she would be able to walk
in them when she was this shaky.
He glanced up in time to catch her in the act of checking him out. She’d pulled off her sequined mask,
and her big, golden eyes traced the deep groove of his spine, brushed over his shoulders and stroked
through his hair. He could tell the exact instant she focused on his tattoo. Even, white teeth sank into that
puffy red lip, and her breath caught audibly as her eyes followed the sinuous curve of the whip from his
wrist, around his arm until it draped over his collar bone, the handle dangling across one hard pec. Her
appreciation was so obvious that he indulged himself in a brief fantasy that it was his teeth, sinking into
her lip, and other even more tender places.
Talk about fucked-up timing.
He stood and draped his shirt over her shoulders. “You have no business up here, Red.”
“Kendra.”
“What?” She refused to look at him, and Sin was forced to talk to the top of her head.
“My name is Kendra.” She shifted and Sin realized he was touching her bare back, stroking over the
baby-soft skin of her hips under the hem of his shirt.
“Well, Kendra, a pretty girl like you who doesn’t know the rules could get in real trouble in a place like
this.”
She stiffened at his chiding tone, jerking away from his stroking hand.
“I do know the rules. I spent two weeks researching the world of Domination and submission. It’s not my
fault that Mr. Compensating-for-Something over there didn’t follow them!”
Sin smiled, both at the fire in her voice and the rather apt nickname she’d given her would-be Dom.
“Well, baby girl, it’s true that Georgie didn’t follow the rules.” Seeing the vindicated look on her face he
quickly added, “But you can’t experience the reality of this world through the pages of a book, nor can
research prepare you for what really happens inside the walls of a place like this.”
“I just wanted to feel like all those people I saw on my way in here.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper,
and all the starch seemed to have gone out of her defiant posture.
He should be escorting her out of here, showing her down the stairs and out the front door. Yeah, that’s
what he should be doing, but instead he found himself asking, “And what do you think they felt?”
“Pleasure.” She almost looked up, fastening wide, golden eyes on his chin. “Such immense pleasure the
body can hardly contain it.” Her eyes dropped, her chin lowering, leaving him staring once more at her
satiny hair. “I’ve never felt that kind of pleasure.”
He was so screwed. His head kept screaming, asshole, get her out of here. Instead he lifted one of her
wrists and rubbed the angry red mark left by George’s cuffs. Fucker had better stay out of his sight; Sin
would be happy to do some marking up of his own.
“Kendra.” He waited until she raised her head, refusing to continue until she met his gaze. When she did,
he was nearly struck dumb. Wide, golden-brown eyes met his, the innocence and yearning in them
sending an arrow straight to his soul. His woman. His to mark. His to train. No one else’s. “Baby girl, do
you still want to know what real pleasure feels like?”
“It wouldn’t be like that? Like with him?” Her gaze darted in the direction George had taken.
“It would be nothing like that.” He met her eyes, drowning in their melting depths.
“Then yes, please.”
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