Chapter Eight
Damien
Adelicious moan falls from her perfect mouth just as she breathlessly replies, “No.”
“No?” I ask, my brows knitting together in confusion. “My cock being rock fucking hard isn’t telling enough for you?”
“I want to hear it,” she says, repeating my words from earlier back to me, through panting breaths.
“Ohhh.” I drag out the word in a raspy whisper. “You want to hear all the depraved things I’m planning to do to you?”
Her head falls back, softly landing against the wall, and I waste no time leaning in and sucking on the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.
Peppering gentle nibbles along her neck.
“First, either you’re going to come out of this dress on your own, and let me enjoy watching as you slowly bare your alluring body to me. ”
Her throat bobs in response. “And if I don’t?” The words hold a challenge, one that excites me right down to my cock.
Kissing my way up her neck, I take my time traveling toward her perfectly plump lips.
I place a soft, chaste kiss against her mouth before I lean back and say, “If you don’t, I’m going to get one of those knives over there…
” Tilting my head to the side, I motion to the wall where various knives, paddles, cuffs, and all my other play items hang.
Her eyes follow, looking in that direction, and her breath hitches briefly.
“And I’ll cut it off of you my fucking self.
” I pause, letting her take in my words as her gaze flashes back to me.
Her chest is heaving with excitement, and her beautiful hazel eyes are filled with desire, practically begging for more.
“So,” I lean in, planting one more gentle kiss against her lips, “you tell me. What’s it gonna be? Are you going to be a good girl for me on your own, or do you need more convincing?”
She swallows hard, her eyes flaring with a spark of challenging curiosity as they meet mine. “You agreed to tell me all of your depraved thoughts—”
“I could do that, or I could just show you. And I can promise, you’d much prefer the demonstration. But like I told you earlier, consent is key. So I’ll ask one last time, what’s it gonna be?”
To my surprise, she doesn’t respond with words. No. She turns around to face the wall, then looks over her shoulder at me. “Help me with the zipper?” she asks, pulling her hair to drape over her shoulder on one side.
Fuck. Yes.
I lean in, allowing my fingers to trail up her hips, slowly making their way to the top of the zipper on her dress. I slowly glide it down, making sure to graze my hand against her skin. I catch the slight shiver of an inhale, and I smile, knowing I affect her this way.
“You’re such a tease.” Her words are breathy.
“Just enjoy it.” I groan the words as I brush a gentle kiss on her neck. Enjoying how her back arches as she leans into my touch.
I get to the bottom of the zipper, then let her dress pool at her feet. She starts to remove her heels, but I stop her. “Those stay on, but the lace thong has to go.”
She spins to face me, and as she fully steps out of her dress, I’m met with the sight of her in nothing but heels and a thong, and it’s a sight to behold.
Her full breasts are on complete display, perky yet heavy.
Fucking perfect. My mouth waters, aching to suck on her nipples, but I remind myself to take my time with her. She deserves my patience.
“You want it off?” she asks, her voice smooth, attempting to hide the tremble of nerves tangled in her tone, but I still catch it. She hooks her fingers in the thin waistband in a dare, as she keeps her eyes locked on mine. I don’t miss the way her hands tremble slightly.
She’s trying so hard to be brave for me. To show me she wants this. But she’s intimidated.
“Now,” I command, my voice firm. “Remember, either you take it off, or I cut it off.”
“Hmm. I may prefer option number two.” She raises an eyebrow, challenging me. I do believe she’s going to call my bluff.
A low growl escapes me, and it causes her to halt her movements. She knows she just severely fucked up. Not wasting another second, I lean forward, swooping her up and over my shoulder, managing to pull a small yelp of excitement from her.
I grab a knife from the wall. As I start walking with her in tow, I plant a firm smack on her ass. One that will be sure to leave a mark, as intended.
To my surprise, she doesn’t fuss. No. She fucking moans. Oh, fuck yes. I knew she was gonna be a good fucking time.
“You like that, Lyla?” I ask, already knowing the answer from her body’s response. It’s in the way her back bowed, begging for more. “If you want something, use your words and ask for it.”
“Yes, Sir. I want more. Please.” Her words are breathy again, a plea.
I place her on her knees in the middle of the throne,, and guide her hands to rest on the spindles at the top.
Her back arches, raising her ass in the air, which only pulls a low groan of approval from me.
“Look back over your shoulder,” I command, and she follows my instructions effortlessly.
Opening the knife, I slowly drag the dull side up her leg, starting at the bend in her knee, making her watch as the blade courses over her skin, as I’m careful not to draw blood.
I look on as goose bumps rise on her flesh in the wake of my blade, her mouth falling open with curiosity and excitement. Her hands are gripping the top of the throne so tightly that her knuckles are turning white.
She’s fucking loving this.
“Does this excite you, Lyla?” I ask, my voice raspy and filled with need.
“Yes,” she answers quickly. “But shouldn’t there be, like, a safe word or something?”
I let out a low, amused huff under my breath.
“The safe word is stop. Remember, consent is key. It can be revoked at any time. All you have to do is say the word, and this ends.” Her body visibly relaxes with an exhale as I speak.
Good. If we’re going to do this, and she’s going to explore her interests, she should feel as comfortable as possible.
“That simple?” she asks, still looking back over her shoulder with her ass perched perfectly in the air.
Resuming the motion with my knife, I glide it up toward the fabric that stands in my way of getting a better view of her.
In one swift motion, I watch as the fabric rips easily beneath my blade, and she gasps when I repeat the motion twice more, ripping the fabric from her skin and leaving her bare for me.
Much better.