Epilogue
Lyla
Present Day
“You, Damien. I want you. I’m ready.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel silly. Wrong, even. I’ve got no right to be here asking this of him, after how I discarded him and left so abruptly. But yet, here I am.
Three months ago, this man rocked my fucking world, and I didn’t know what to do with that. So, I did what I do best. I ran away. He offered more, which I could tell was new for him, and I denied him out of panic.
“Lyla, you don’t know what it is you’re asking for,” he says, frustration clear in his voice. “You never gave me the chance to explain before you ran out.”
“Explain now,” I demand, my sass coming out to shine.
“It’s too late,” he asserts, but his eyes say otherwise.
His eyes say what his mouth won’t. That it could never be too late. Together, we were electric. He brought out a part of me that I never knew existed. And truth be told, that fucking terrified me.
However, after having time to think about it, I’ve realized that what he was able to awaken inside of me is the part of me I’ve been missing all along.
“Bullshit,” I retort, stepping up to him. “You don’t even believe that yourself.”
Without hesitation, he lets out a low growl of annoyance, and then his hands find their way to my waist, tugging me into him. “Lyla,” he warns, the sound of his voice desperate and pleading for me to stop. To turn around and leave. But I won’t.
“Whatever the conditions are, Damien, I want it—”
“You don’t know what it is you want, Lyla. You made that abundantly fucking clear when you walked out three damn months ago.”
I ignore his words and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face to mine. “I want it all. And I want it with you.” My voice is firm, holding no room for doubt, unlike before.
He pulls out of my hold, taking a step back, leaving me breathless and panting once our eyes connect again. “Get inside the room. Now,” he demands, his eyes blazing with desire and need.
I do as he says, wasting no time. Afraid he may change his mind. He slams the door shut behind us and locks it.
“Tell me.” He begins to circle me, staring at me intently, like the prey that I am where he’s concerned. “Tell me what you want from me. What do you think this is? Because I’ve made it very clear that I want you. I crave you.”
“Why me, Damien?” I ask the same words I asked the night that we met.
“I’ve already made it clear… Why not you, Lyla?
You’re incredible, and I want to know all that there is to know.
I’ve already begun learning you sexually, and I would like to keep doing that, but I also want more.
And if that isn’t something you’re looking for, you need to make it clear right here and now. ”
I don’t respond immediately, taking the time to allow his words to truly sink in. I’ve never felt so seen and wanted in my life.
“What are you looking for? Why did you come back, Lyla?” he asks before I can respond, walking me backward until my back meets the wall. He pins both of his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.
Damien’s hungry eyes bore into me as he waits for my reply. “I want whatever this is,” I answer softly.
“Not good enough.” He shakes his head, demanding more. “Say it… Use your fucking words and tell me what it is that you really want.”
I drag in a slow inhale, avoiding his question. “Whatever this pull is between us, it’s fucking intimidating.” I attempt to dart my gaze away, trying to mask my embarrassment. But his hand quickly leaves the wall, cupping my jaw and forcing my eyes to meet his again.
“First off, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
It’s okay. This is all new to you, that much is clear,” Damien says, leaning in closer until I can feel his breath coat my skin, sending shivers across my flesh in its wake.
“Second, boundaries and clear communication are a must. Which means there will be no running off again. You will talk to me when you get overwhelmed, and let me help you through it.” He pauses, making sure I take in his words.
I offer him a gentle nod of understanding. “Now, tell me… What. Do. You. Want?”
Letting out a breath, I speak freely. Finally admitting what I’ve been denying myself of since I walked out three months ago.
“I’ve never felt so alive and in control as I did with you.
That scared the fuck out of me. I spent so long thinking I knew who I was, only to be proven wrong with one encounter…
” I pause, taking a deep, steadying breath before continuing.
“I want to explore whatever this connection is between us… I want you, Damien.”
As soon as the last words glide off my tongue, his mouth is on mine. The kiss isn’t soft or sweet.
It’s claiming.
I melt into it, but it’s short-lived as he pulls back, vanishing from my reach.
“Get naked,” he commands firmly. “Now.” His voice rises, causing a shiver of excitement to run down my spine.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, holding his gaze, and slowly strip off each piece of clothing. I’m loving the way he watches me, his eyes never wandering away, except to trail down my body as I reveal more skin to him.
“Look at you… You’re more confident now, and downright fucking perfect,” Damien purrs as he walks back over to me.
Before I know it, he's lifting me up, and my legs wrap around his waist in response. He makes his way, walking us through the room, and then sets me down in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross that hangs on the wall at the far end of the room. “Trust me?” he asks.
To which I reply with a quick and confident, “Yes.”
He plants a slow, soft kiss on my forehead and says, “We’re going to get to know each other, and we can take our time doing that.
But tonight?” He finishes strapping me to the cross on the wall and drops to his knees in front of me, looking up to me.
“Tonight, you’re going to be fucking worshiped like the queen you are. Like you deserve to be.”
I’m unsure if it’s the longing look in his eyes or the words he’s just spoken, but I’ve never felt more cherished in my entire life, and I know, in this moment, completely bare before him, that I made the right decision to come back.
All of my thoughts instantly vanish, causing my eyes to fly open to watch him, the second his tongue flattens against my center and he begins to lick in slow, languid motions.
“Yesss,” I hiss out, and as I do, he pushes two fingers inside me, curving them slightly, and moves them in upward motions, matching the same rhythm as his tongue.
“Fuck, Damien,” I cry out, as my legs begin to tremble against the restraints already. He knows exactly how to work my body over, and he does it skillfully. “That feels so fucking good.”
He pulls away, standing in front of me, and his withdrawal causes me to whimper.
“Remember your safe word?”
“Stop?” I reply in more of a question than a statement.
“That’s right, Lyla. All you have to say is ‘stop’ if it gets to be too much.”
I nod and say, “I’m ready for whatever’s next. I’m yours, Damien.”
He pauses, stiffening briefly as his eyes grow wide in surprise. “You submit to me so fucking beautifully,” he praises, leaning in and pulling my mouth into a kiss, just as he pinches both of my nipples and pulls so hard that I scream against him.
“Oh fuuuuck.” I drag the words out.
“I can bet, if I slid my fingers back inside you right now, that your tight little pussy is pulsing with need the harder that I pull on your nipples. Isn’t it?”
“Oh, fuck yes. I want you so fucking bad, Damien,” I admit, holding his gaze as I moan out in pleasure.
He releases my nipples at my admission, just as a wicked grin spreads over his face.
“What is it that you want? Tell me. And make sure to use your fucking words, because seeing you tied up like this, your perfect body on full display, ready and waiting for me… I’m not sure I can hold back my restraint much longer.”
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please. Make it hard and slow. Make each fucking thrust count as you slide into me as deep as you can go. Fuck me to oblivion. And then, when you’re done, fill me with your fucking cum. Please, Damien.”
No sooner than the last word leaves my mouth, he’s positioning his cock at my entrance. He enters me slowly, allowing my pussy a moment to adjust to his size. But once that moment is up, he does just as I asked him. His thick cock glides inside me with one hard thrust that has my head tipping back.
He wraps his hand around my throat, causing my focus to shift back to him. “You want it like this?” he asks, holding my gaze. “You want me to fuck you hard, where each thrust makes you scream my fucking name?”
“Yesss,” I hiss on a moan. “Damien… YES!”
“Mmm,” he groans. “The way you moan my name sounds so fucking good. Almost as good as this pussy feels when it’s wrapped around my cock.” His words are breathy as he picks up his pace, increasing the rhythm with each thrust.
Damien’s hand around my throat tightens slightly, causing my eyes to grow wide. The sensation is euphoric, and my entire body trembles in response. Damien must sense that I’m close to the edge of orgasming, because his free hand goes to work, massaging my clit.
“I’m so close, Damien. Can I come for you?” I ask the question, breathlessly, as our eyes remain locked.
“Mmm, Lyla.” He groans my name in response, which sends a wave of excitement through me.
“You’re such a quick learner, asking for permission.
” He pauses, biting down on his bottom lip as he reaches the cusp of his own orgasm.
“I’m going to count down, and when I say come, you fucking let go and come for me.
Do you understand?” His words are choppy and spoken through his panting.
He’s right there with me, just as close as I am.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good fucking girl.” He takes a breath and begins pistoning his hips faster. “Five…Four…Three…Two…One. Come! Come, Lyla. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
“Oh, Damien.” I cry out his name. Every part of my body responds to his efforts as I scream out in absolute pleasure, as we both let go.
“That’s right. Say my name as you come around my cock, because you’re mine, and I’ll be damned if I’m letting you run away from me this time.”
His.
What was supposed to be a one-night stand—just one night—turned into something more. So much more, and now I’m his… and I’ll willingly be his. Gladly.