Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 24
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 24 - Frank Devon, his pack, his club and the people who come to his club for connection and entertainment, this is their story and this is book 4 of the series. I would suggest starting at book 1 to understand the background and the world this club resides in.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory
Frank found himself lying on his back later that night, with all three of his wives using his body for their pleasure. One was using his mouth, another his manhood, while the third was using his fingers in her most intimate place. They would occasionally switch positions, ensuring that everyone got something from this loving event. All of them were connected, their shared experience flowing around and through them like a wave of pleasure.
They gasped in unison as one peaked, allowing that pleasure to flow through them to the next, and the cycle continued. All were breathing hard, their bodies covered in sweat, their minds full of love, and their bodies responding to each other’s touch. Their love never wavered as they worked together for the happiness of the whole pack.
Frank was a boneless mass on the bed when they were done.
His mind was barely holding together, supported by his skull and the WE. If it were possible, his mind would have melted and run out his ears from the overwhelming amount of love and passion that the pack had generated. Lisa was lying with her head at his feet, her legs draped over his hips after falling backward from sitting on his pelvis. Veronica was lying to Frank’s right, across all of the pillows, with one leg bent at the knee and the other draped over his chest. Jane was lying on his stomach, trapping his arm and hand between her legs. All were done, their love tanks full to overflowing. Their appreciation for him and his decisions was evident.
The WE had recorded it all—the love they had expressed and felt for one another, recorded for all to appreciate.
Sophia, the eldest child still at home and now in high school, peeked into the room, trying to figure out if they were done yet or not. She found all of her parents, the moms and her dad, all sound asleep. Their breathing was slow and deep.
She hesitated at the door.
“Psst, mom,” she said in a loud whisper.
Lisa grunted, and Jane cracked an eye open. Veronica remained sound asleep.
Sophia entered the room and moved to Lisa’s head at the foot of the bed, trying again. “Mom, are you guys done?”
“Yes,” Lisa mumbled.
“Can I have a boy over to spend the night?”
Lisa cracked an eye open. “Who?”
Sophia sighed, “The best boy in my entire class. Mike,” she said with another dreamy sigh.
“Why?” Lisa asked, still with only one eye open.
“Because, I want to make love with him, not just sex. Real connection and that can’t be done in a room full of others. That needs privacy and a bed.”
Jane turned her head to the daughter who was talking. “Are you sure? That leads to feelings and stuff.”
Sophia paused, considering this, and reached out through her WE to find out how Mike feels. He likes you. That much we know, the WE told her.
“He likes me.”
“Then when are you going to have this sleepover?” Lisa asked.
“Tonight? Maybe?”
“Check with Mike at school today, I’m fine with it,” Lisa said, which made Jane speak up.
“When you get home, help me change your sheets so that you have clean sheets to sleep on for your first loving night together,” Jane said, then shifted a little to rest her head on Frank’s chest as she went back to sleep.
Lisa got up and tried to shift around, but ended up going to the bathroom instead. Sophia came along and sat on the sink while her mom peed.
“Now listen, I know that you and Mike have fooled around at school, heck, according to the WE, everyone in the school has fooled around with each other. What makes this Mike person so special?”
“Um ... we ... talk to each other.”
Lisa tilted her head. “You talk?”
“Yes, mom. He’s really smart. We talk about school, yes, but he likes movies and books, and we’ve been reading together for ages. We find a quiet corner of a room, sit in the same beanbag and cuddle while reading. I like him, and I think he likes me more than a cuddle buddy.”
Lisa washed her hands at the sink while the toilet flushed.
“How deeply have you connected?” Lisa asked.
Sophia looked away and bit her lip. “I don’t know how to describe it. Like deeply, but not like as deeply as you and dad and mom and mom. But pretty deeply,” she said in a rush of words. “I mean, you four are like a wall. I can’t tell where one of you starts and another ends. You’re like one mind at times.”
Lisa smiled and looked inward. She was right. Each person was separate, but also part of the whole. Like a well-made puzzle piece that slipped into place with absolute ease.
“Yes, we are. Huh. No wonder...” she trailed off.
Lisa waved her hand, moving the conversation forward. “Anyway, yes to your question about the sleepover. Invite him over for pizza and a sleepover. I’ll let your brothers know that a boy is coming over and to not monopolize his time since he wants to be here with you and not them. Then you two can make love and cuddle the night away.”
Lisa tried to hug Sophia, but the teen just wrinkled her nose and walked away, making ‘ewww’ noises at Lisa’s smell.
Lisa went downstairs to check on the house. The front door was locked, the lights were off, and the back door was locked. The kitchen was clean, and the garage door was closed. Her little home, her pack’s home, was asleep and safe. She padded back up the stairs, oblivious to her nudity, and walked into her bedroom. She helped move Veronica so that she could snuggle up against Jane while she snuggled up behind. The pack was secure, safe, and confident in their love for one another.
Lisa was asleep quickly thereafter.
The Express Delivery guy walked up to the house with his delivery, rang the doorbell and waited.
Jane answered the door wearing a housecoat and smiled at the young man with the delivery under his arm and a signature pad in the other hands.
“Frank Devon?” he asked.
“No, but he is my mate.”
The delivery was made and Jane thanked him and took the envelope to the kitchen table. She tore it open and pulled out a stack of papers.
A hand written note was also in the envelope and she read that first.
Devon Pack,
This is not ‘good-bye’, this is simply me walking away from one thing so that I can focus on something else. We are family. I love you all and will welcome you into my home no matter where that home is.
Marisol says hi and to remind you all to NOT be strangers.
Love Grant and Marisol Lockwood.
She pulled the papers out and started reading. The papers were a contract, most of which was legalese, but buried in the middle of the mess was a number. Eight Million Dollars.
Jane paused at the number, it was big, but not outrageous. She checked the bank account, the pack account. The pack account had millions in it, actually, it was close to 10 million in just that account. She didn’t like looking at Velvet Entertainment accounts, that felt rude for some reason. She took care of the home while Frank and Lisa took care of that, Velvet Entertainment was their domain and Jane stayed away from that.
My loves, the contract from Grant showed up. He thinks eight million is the value of this share of the company. she sent to Lisa, Frank and Veronica.
Well that is way less than what I was expecting. Let me call him. Thank you my lovely Jane for letting us know. Frank said to Jane. Lisa and Veronica heard him and they also expressed their love for her as well.
“Grant, why only eight mill?” Frank asked over the phone once Grant answered.
“Because, that is the number my guys came up with.”
“Grant, I would have agreed to a larger number. You know what we have in cash, I could have taken care of you if you had just asked.”
Grant just laughed. “I have no need buddy. I sold my business to one of the big banks and they paid handsomely for my company. The names alone are worth billions. No. I don’t need to extort you for more money. We are family and that number is accurate to the penny for Velvet Entertainment.”
Frank has to sniff back his emotions. For some reason, the trust and honesty hit him in a way he hadn’t expected.
“Then I’ll sign the documents and send them back today. The money will go into escrow...” Frank said, then trailed off as information from the WE arrived in his mind. “Ok, I see it, it will be taken care of right away Grant. Love you buddy.” Frank said, then the men chatted about family and how the kids were doing and ended the call both glad to have spoken to one another.
Frank sat back and looked around. He went to his window and looked out over the city. The snow hadn’t fully melted yet, bright white patches of snow still littered the area, but the city was moving and alive once again. The personal note that Grant had written was shared by Jane, so he saw that and Grant was right. No matter where Grant ended up, they were family and wasn’t going to change any time soon.
“Boss, VIP on line 2. Wants a lounge appointment.” his secretary called out through his phone.
He moved to the phone, “Thanks, I got it.”
“Hello, this is Frank. How can I help you?”
“Frank Devon, good afternoon. This is Soren Kappel, I am calling to make a VIP Lounge appointment for my boss. Have I caught you at a good time sir?”
“Oh yes. Now is a great time. When does your boss want to come by?”
“We will be arriving on Monday for meetings which I hope are done by Wednesday. Would Wednesday night be available?”
Frank had the lounge calendar open and was looking at Wednesday next week. The big lounge was occupied with a party that had five women reserved for entertainment.
“How big of a party are you booking Mr. Kappel?”
“Soren, please. The party size will be my boss and I. I rarely leave his side.”
“Ok, not a problem. I trust that you know of our services, how many ladies will you need?”
“Just one will be fine.”
“Do you have any thoughts about how we can best serve your boss? If you know of a service we can provide to make your time spent here worthwhile, I’d be happy to arrange it.”
Soren was quiet on the phone for a minute, “Do you have anyone who specializes in the BDSM skills? My boss has explored this once or twice, but hasn’t found anyone with the skills to make it fulfilling. He has heard from other men that a session with someone who is skilled in waking up the body and clearing the mind can be very fulfilling.”
Frank took a breath. “Soren. I have to be honest with you. I know someone who is very skilled at what you are asking, but the person is a man. None of my employees do anything like that. How would your boss feel about having a professional take care of him as you ask, then one of my employees can finish out his time in the lounge?”
“Let me check. Can you hold the line for a moment.”
“Of course, I need to put you on hold as well. I have to call my professional and see if he is available.”
“Very good.”
Frank put Soren on hold and switched to another line. He dialed a number from heart.
“Hey Frank, what brings you to my phone?”
“Phineas Winters, I need your skills for someone coming to the club who is asking for something that only you can provide.”
“Really? And what skills do they need?”
“They need Gideon.”
“Well that can be done. When and where?”
“Next Wednesday, here at my club, early evening I would assume. The man has meetings all day and is coming to the club for relief. His assistant is on my other line and I assume needs an answer about if we can provide this service.”
“Sure. I can do it. I’ll come over in the morning, set a couple of things up during the day and then be ready for him in the evening. I’ll even bring my sister along as my assistant.”
“Sounds perfect Phineas. Thank you. How much will I owe you?”
“Oh, I’ll send you a bill.”
They laughed and then hung up, confirming next Wednesday afternoon for set up and evening for the session.
Frank switched back to the other phone call.
“Soren, you there?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Devon. I am here.”
“Ok, Gideon has confirmed he will be available to help your boss find peace. He is very good and does excellent work. I’ve submitted to him several times and found clarity. I’m sure your boss will as well.”
Soren breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you Mr. Devon. Thank you very much. Do you need anything else from me?”
“Yes, a credit card for the deposit is all I need, oh and the name for the reservation.”
“Yes, Henrik Dahl is the name and let me read you the credit card number.”
Frank processed the transaction and everything was confirmed.
Frank relaxed then went about the rest of the day.
When he got home, he signed the buy out contract for Grant and then wrote the check. He packed the whole thing up and went to the Express Delivery shop near the club to send it all back to Grant and his team.
As he sat in his car, he had to breathe and process. He was alone once again. The sole owner of Velvet Entertainment. He had lost a business partner but he had gained a friend, a family member, a trusted confidant that would stand by him without fail.
Wednesday arrived after a busy weekend. The lounges had been all used over the weekend. The Bulls were in town and that always drew a crowd. The lounges had been used as watch parties with the dancers there providing extra entertainment while the majority of people simply watched the game. It was lucrative and that was important to keep the lights on and the doors open.
Phineas walked in wearing a leather jacket, jeans and heavy boots. He didn’t look like Gideon, act like Gideon and even have that aura of Gideon; he looked and acted like your average Joe off the street looking for a nice time in the club.
Gut greeted him with a smile on his face.
“Good afternoon sir, how can I help you today?”
“I have a meeting with Frank. Is he in?”
“Oh yes sir. Let me get the door for you and I’ll let him know you have arrived.”
Gut opened the door and pinged Frank through the WE letting him know he appointment had arrived.
Frank was down in minutes with arms opened wide greeting his friend with a hug of familiarity and friendship.
“Phinneas, so glad to see you again.”
“You too my friend. You too. Where are we setting up?”
“This way.”
They went to the lounge and looked at the space. The frame would fit and not block anything. He could set it near the stage and with a bathroom feet away, the customer could change and never have to leave the area.
“Is this going to work?”
“Oh yes. This will work just fine. I’ll be back in a bit with all of my gear. I brought my sister so she’ll be happy to see you again.”
“Of course. Let’s go down and I’ll ask Gut if he has time to help you.”
The men went back to the front door, Frank told Gut about what Phinneas was doing and made sure to be available if he needed help. Gut agreed and the frame was moved into the building in pieces and put together in the lounge with minimal effort or disruption.
Henrik and Soren arrived after a long day of arguments with the investors about bringing his equipment to the United States from Europe. The investors were asking for too much, and Henrik was not willing to give up so much of his company for so little money.
He was frustrated as he opened the door to Club Velvet and walked in. Soren was right at his side, tablet and phone in hand.
Gut looked up at the man. Henrik was tall, nearly 2 meters tall and made Gut look like his little brother. The suit coat he was wearing clung to his arms and stretched across his broad chest hardly containing his muscular body. Dahl exercise equipment was well known in Europe, but hadn’t broken into the American market in a meaningful way. Henrik Dahl was in town, using Chicago as neutral territory for the negotiations and they had concluded with no deal in place.
“Good evening sirs. How can I help you.”
“Reservation. Henrik Dahl.” Henrick said with a thick accent that Gut had to listen to carefully to understand.
Soren stepped in as translator. “This is Henrick Dahl. We have a reservation for a VIP lounge under his name. I’m his assistant and translator, Soren Kappel.”
Gut picked up his clipboard, a movement that was unnecessary since his WE told him everything he needed to know without even looking. But old habits are hard to break.
“Yes sir, I have you right here. Let me get the door for you and someone will escort you upstairs.” Gut said, then came around the counter, held the door open for the men and welcomed them to Club Velvet.
A waitress inside met them with a smile on her face and very little clothing on her body. Her lacy bra hid very little. The apron around her waist hid very little, leaving her satin panties and stockings showing out from under her apron.
Henrik and Soren both smiled at the beautiful woman. “Gentlemen, please follow me.”
She led them to the elevator and their ride up a couple of floors was swift. The men both gazed upon her bare bottom, her satin panties were thongs and hid nothing from their view.
Both men felt their arousal taking over from the day’s frustration, replacing what had been a rough day with a feeling of anticipation.
The waitress opened the lounge door and stepped aside as they entered.
Gideon was already inside, wearing leather pants, bare feet and nothing else. “Good evening gentlemen. My name is Gideon. I understand that one of you needs my skills to help relax and clear your head. Is that right?”
Henrik was imposing in a physical way. His stature towered over all but the tallest men and women, which in of itself made people pause or get out of the way, Gideon’s presence dwarfed that. His commanding presence made both men pause.
“Yes. I am. Henrik.”
“I am Soren, his assistant and translator.”
“Very good.” Gideon said, then picked up a robe and handed it to Henrik. “Go to the bathroom, shower and wash well, then return.”
Henrik took the robe and left the room.
Abigail entered after Henrik left, but didn’t say anything as she moved to the frame and double checked the equipment. She knelt at the frame and said nothing, her eyes down cast to the floor as Gideon stood ready for his customer’s return.
Soren hadn’t been exposed to this level of authority very often. He had been around rich and powerful people, but this felt different. Genuine, not forced or fake. He sat on a couch and just waited and watched, remaining silent.
Henrik entered wearing the robe carrying his clothing which Soren took and set aside for later.
Abigail got up, moving to Henrik after Gideon had given her a single word. She took his robe off and started to rub oil over his body as Gideon stood watching. Henrik was big. His chest was broad, his pecks stood out from his chest in sculpted perfection. His abs were waves of muscle definition leading down to his manhood that hung from his body loose. His legs had the definition of someone who never skipped leg day. Bulging out with definition showing each muscle group in his thighs. His calves had the width of someone that focused on their development without fail.
Even his hands seemed to be bigger than average. The man was a mountain.
Abigail did her job with professional detachment. Covering his body with the rich oil that all of Gideon’s customers got.
Once he was covered, she took his hand and led him to the frame. The cuffs were just big enough to go around his wrists and ankles. His arms were pulled up above his head and Gideon checked them and then stood in front of Henrik and looked the man in the face. “Do you know the safe words?”
“Red mean stop. Yellow slow down. Green mean go.”
Gideon nodded his head then picked up his flogger and began.
The slap, slap, slap of the leather on his skin filled the room. Abigail knelt off to the side, not watching, but paying attention. Soren sat on the couch watching though. Gideon was using the flogger to slap every part of Henrik. His shoulders, his arms, down his back and down each leg. He used the flogger to do the front, covering both of his arms again and then across his chest and down his torso. The flogger never got close to his boss’ privates, Henrik was never in danger of being struck there Soren realized as he sat watching. The skill that Gideon was showing was beyond what he had expected. Henrik’s legs were covered with strikes from the flogger, his thighs, his knees and even down his calves, every part of his boss’ body was struck but Henrik didn’t say anything, didn’t complain or cry out. He remained silent, his eyes closed, his breathing coming in gasps or deep shudders as Gideon worked him over.
The one thing that didn’t remain silent was his boss’s manhood. He was fully extended and sticking out from his body hard and ready, bobbing with his heartbeat.
“Green.” Henrik said, in a low growl that was more feeling than words.
Gideon went to his table and pulled out nipple clamps and attached them to Henrik’s nipples and then picked up another whipping tool and started moving around Henrik with expert skill.
Soren just sat watching. His mouth hung open and his brain wasn’t working properly as he watched the man he had served for years submit himself to something that shouldn’t be allowed under the WE laws, the laws that prevented him from striking someone in anger weren’t working and he didn’t understand.
The arm of a woman slid around his shoulders bringing him back to the present, “your boss looks like he is about done.”
His boss was no longer standing, but was leaning forward letting his arms take the weight of his body. His manhood was still painfully hard and was leaking clear fluid onto the floor.
Henrik grumbled something, not loud enough to be heard or understood. The WE heard him and Gideon stopped.
Gideon was sweating as well as Henrik and his arms were tired as he breathed hard from his effort.
Abigail moved to unhook Henrik as Gideon put his gear away. Soren was right there as well, helping him to rest on the floor.
“Thank you.” Henrik said.
Gideon cleaned his gear and then left the room as Abigail wiped away the sweat and oil from Henrik and then helped him move to the couch to rest then given some water to drink. He chugged it down in several large gulps finishing the glass and handing it back to Abigail.
Abigail refilled the cup and handed it over letting Henrik drink until he was full.
Henrik fell against the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
Soren moved to his bosses’ side and spoke to him quietly. Henrik nodded his head several times, saying that he felt fine, tired but fine.
Henrik opened his eyes and looked to see the dancer who had been hired for the lounge. She was wearing a pair of panties and a bra along with just a smile sitting on the other couch, wide eyed and a little shocked at what she had just witnessed.
His skin was flushed all over. There were faint marks on his skin, marks where the flogger had struck him, had warmed his skin but not broken through. He was still breathing hard, still wet with leftover sweat, and still very much nude.
Soren stood up and moved to the dancer, “I’m Soren, assistant and translator for Henrik. Are you our dancer today?”
Mara stood up, her graceful movements shining through as she moved. “I’m Mara. I’m a dancer here at the club.”
The two shook hands and Soren brought Mara over to Henrik.
Mara shook Henrik’s extended hand in hers, its size much bigger than hers, but he was so gentle, it took her a moment to process it. Though seeing him as he was was not helping either.
“What can I do for you Henrik?” she said, moved to recline next to him, her hand touching his chest gently, not wanting to hurt him.
“Dance, strip.” he said in broken English.
Mara moved to the little stage in the corner after turning the music on and let it flow through her. She began her dance with movements that drew his eyes. Henrik leaned forward after the first song, resting his elbows on his knees.
Her caramel colored skin glowed under the lights. Her lingerie set hugged every curve of her body. She continued through her dance, removing, teasing and keeping his attention while the music played on.
When she was finally nude, Henrik moved to the side of the stage and held his hands out to her, a wordless invitation to come into his personal space.
Mara flowed from the stage into his arms and pressed her nude body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving her face near his, letting him decide if intimate kisses were needed.
Henrik wanted kisses and brought his mouth to hers and kissed her.
Mara melted. Her body relaxed as they kissed. She parted her lips to him and their tongues moved against each other, their breathing against each other’s skin, the feeling of their bodies against each other. Mara wrapped her legs around his massive body as his arms effortlessly held her close. Henrik took a couple of steps toward a couch and put her bottom on the edge of the couch as he moved to his knees. Their mouths locked together, their tongues dueling back and forth, as customer and dancer moved toward their mutual pleasure.
Mara touched him, caressed him, held him with her arms and legs as he knelt in front of her. She was open to him, her legs wide enough apart that her body was available to him, all he had to do is push.
Henrik didn’t move toward that, he held her, touched her body, held her breasts and teased her nipples making the dark little nubs perk up. He bent forward and sucked on them, using his tongue to tease them while applying pressure on them with his suction. Mara moaned as the pleasure of it passed through her body. She felt herself get wetter, more aroused as he nursed at her breasts.
“Go ahead Henrik. Enter me.” she said, her mouth to his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin, getting him to realize that she was there for his pleasure and he was free to take it, if he wanted to.
Mara moved her hand down her body to where his hardness was trapped between them. She took a hold of it, felt its size and weight, and had just a moment’s worry that it wasn’t going to fit into her body.
After stroking it, feeling it out, she became too aroused to worry about such things and moved it to her entrance and rubbed its bulbous head against her lips, wetting the tip. Henrik became aware of the invitation and instinctively pushed, still happily kissing and sucking at Mara’s breasts.
When he pushed, he slid right in. Mara hissed through her teeth, but sighed happily as he filled her body.
Henrik paused and looked at her, stopped kissing, stopped suckling and looked at Mara. She had a satisfied smile on her face. Like she was getting exactly what she wanted and she was happy about it. Henrik had made love to many women over the years, but Mara was the first woman to actually look happy about this moment.
In the past many had bit their lips to keep from crying or had a blank look on their face not wanting to make eye contact, just lying there since it was their job to allow someone to have sex with them, but Mara looked like she was happy about this and actually satisfied by being penetrated by Henrik.
He pulled her up, so that her body was closer to his and held her, kissing her deeply as his hips started to move. Mara started to sigh as he moved. His dick was sliding in and out of her body and her clit was being stimulated by their body position, so every time he moved, her clit dragged along the top of his dick, she got what every woman wants, pleasure.
Mara was lost as he moved in and out of her body. Her caramel skin quickly warmed and then glistened as she started panting while Henrik moved in and out her. She tried to be sexy, tried to maintain some sense of professionalism, but her mind was lost to the feeling of his steady pace that seemed to go on for hours.
Mara finally couldn’t stand it and cried out an orgasm and clutching at Henrik as her body flexed and moved with passion.
Henrik felt her muscles grip him and they pressed against his manhood in such a way that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He shoved himself fully inside Mara and grunted as he joined her in orgasm.
His manhood flexed, once, twice, three times as his cum splashed against the walls of Mara’s body.
Both relaxed as the tension in their bodies ebbed.
Henrik withdrew his manhood from her body and sat back on his heels. He surveyed her body, watching to make sure she wasn’t hurt. She was still open, his cum leaking, her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell as she breathed. Henrik put a hand on her leg, steadying himself. He moved over her, touching her face, moving a few hairs out of her face then cupped her face and whispered to her. “You ok?”
She nodded her head. “Yes. I’m fine. You are very good. How do you feel now?”
“I feel good.” he said simply.
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