About Velvet Glove: Volume III
by Sean Michael
300 pages/78500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-399-4, 1-60370-399-3
Available file types - paperback
Welcome back to the Velvet Glove, the most exclusive men's club on any planet. Volume III features two Velvet Gloves tales: Ghost, a Velvet Glove Story, and Velvet Need.
Ghost: A Velvet Glove Story. When submissive Ghost appears in Trip's medical office, no one is quite sure what's wrong with the young man. Ghost collapsed during a scene with a patron, and Trip has to decide if the kid is ill or if something deeper is going on. Drawn to the pale, silent Ghost, Trip discovers that there's a lot more than meets the eye under the calm surface. When Ghost can't go back to work for the club, Trip takes him in, letting their new relationship deepen, teaching Ghost to trust. Can Trip help Ghost learn to accept his gifts?
Velvet Need: Dent Farre thinks he has it all. A retired businessman, he is now a full member at the exclusive men's BDSM club the Velvet Glove. Anything he wants is at his
fingertips, including a host of subs at his beck and call. So why is he so angry and frustrated? Bertoli Lutrell, a Dom, runs very intense scenes, and might be just what Dent needs. But just as they're beginning to make progress, Dent is kidnapped. Will he escape his captors in one piece? And if he does, will Luttrell be able to reach him after months of torture?
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Lutrell also poured out some juice, holding the glass in a large hand that was surprisingly delicate. Well, probably not surprisingly, as the man was apparently a doctor. A piece of fruit was speared, a dark green citrus, and Lutrell shivered and laughed as he ate it.
"Oh, I do like the sour ones! First, I believe we should get one important formality out of the way. What is your safeword, my dear?"
His safeword? Wasn't it supposed to work the other way? How very odd. What would he use... He remembered his nurse's voice suddenly, pottering around his room in the night, saving him from the dark. "I haven't been asked that before. I suppose it would be nightlight."
"Oh, how wonderful!" Lutrell beamed at him and ate another piece of fruit. "So you want to know about me? I am a doctor of medicine, but I do not practice anymore. I must say I prefer what I do here. I have a narrow specialty, but I believe it's very fulfilling." Lutrell suddenly started giggling madly. "Fulfilling! Oh, that was a good one."
"I... Did you not enjoy medicine?" He checked his chrono. He would have to beg out early. The man was quite mad.
The laughing faded. "Oh, I enjoyed medicine well enough, but not as much as I enjoy what I do here. What I did in the past did not satisfy me. But tell me about yourself. Mal has spoken of much dissatisfaction, and yet you keep returning. Some part of you knows that you will find what you need here."
"I am recently retired -- actually, I imagine I'll start something new soon. Retirement doesn't suit me. And I have been a friend of Herc's for many years. I have spent some time with Mal's boys. They are a talented bunch." He reached out, poured a touch more juice. "So what is your specialty? Herc didn't have time to explain your preferences before his morning meeting."
"My specialty is directly related to my career. Enemas, electric shock, sounds. It is very similar to what many others do, but with that medical flair. A purer form of filling body cavities, really, if you ask me." Lutrell smiled, hand dropping casually to his lap, doing nothing to hide the erection that was pushing at Lutrell's white scrub pants.
He blinked and put the glass down, his heart pounding suddenly. "I believe there's been a mistake."
"Oh, no, I think you are exactly where you should be. And I think that deep down, you know it, too." Lutrell chuckled. "But why talk about it? Come. Come, to my playroom and I will show you. Then you will know. You will understand what your body needs."