** Velvet Submission

The city lights painted Ava's skin with colors she'd never seen before – a mosaic of reds, blues, and golds that danced on her collarbone as she lay on the bed, the silk quilt a soft whisper against her skin. The scent of jasmine wafted through the air, a heady perfume that made her senses reel. The candle flames cast shadows that seemed to move of their own accord, like the rhythm of her pulse, which was beating in time with the music drifting from the speakers. The music was a low, thrumming hum, a vibration that seemed to resonate deep within her chest. Ava's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling with each breath, as she waited for the touch that would set her free. Her skin felt alive, sensitive to the slightest change in temperature, and she could feel the softness of the silk quilt beneath her. Lena moved closer, her footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor, and Ava could sense her presence without opening her eyes. The air was charged with anticipation, and Ava's heart skipped a beat as Lena's fingers brushed against her wrist. The touch was a spark of electricity, a jolt that made her skin prickle with desire. "Green," Lena whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. Her breath tickled Ava's skin, sending shivers down her spine. Ava's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Lena, who was standing over her, a gentle smile on her face. "Green," Ava replied, her voice low and husky, her words barely above a whisper. The word was a key turning in Ava's chest, unlocking a door to a place she'd never been before. She felt a rush of excitement, a sense of surrender that was both exhilarating and terrifying.