Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Shaking from his implied threat, she hurried away, his diabolical laugh following her.
Images and thoughts crowded her mind as she went into the closet. At her house, he’d had no qualms about going through her clothing, but entering his closet and rifling through his drawers seemed overly personal.
It wasn’t just a drawer. It was a treasure trove. Clamps, floggers, even a vibrator. Toward the back, she found the small plug, and her breaths came closer and closer together.
While there, she finished undressing before going into the bathroom with the glass piece. It took her several tries to insert the slippery thing, and she was ultra-aware of its presence, shifting in her as she moved.
Carrying the lube and a condom, she returned to him.
Damien was seated on the couch, one arm across the back.
He left her emotions devastated.
As always, being nude while he was fully clothed reminded her of her submission, as she was sure he’d intended.
“Ah. There you are.” Studying her, he rose.
His cock pressed against the front of his slacks, and the evidence of his arousal made her heart flutter.
“As beautiful as I expected.”
She’d never known a lover as generous with praise as he was.
Damien gestured with his index finger, silently ordering her to face the opposite direction. “I’d like you to show me your plug.”
Embarrassed, grateful for his order, she placed his requested items on an end table before showing him her backside. Then, taking her time, she spread her legs and grabbed her ankles.
Her hair fell around her, giving her some much-needed privacy.
But she was hyper aware of him watching her, studying…
As she waited for another command, she schooled herself to breathe.
As the seconds dragged past, self-consciousness receded, leaving empowerment in its place, something she’d never expected to feel as a submissive.
He’d been right that there was much more to this experience than she’d ever considered.
“Even more tantalizing than I could have imagined.” His tone was soft, the words thrilling. “And what I imagined was pretty damned good. Now, reach back and spread your buttocks so I can see it better.”
Struggling to keep her balance, and glad she’d kept up her morning routine of yoga stretches, she did as he requested.
“Oh, yes. Your obedience is the stuff of dreams.”
For a long time, silence pulsed.
“Good. Now please get on the coffee table. On all fours.”
Are you serious?
When she faced him once more, his arms were folded, all Domlike, across his chest.
Then, like the gentleman he also was, he offered his hand for assistance.
Suddenly more nervous than she’d ever been, she did as he’d said, struggling to remain in place as he circled her.
“Your nipple jewelry would add to your experience.” He crouched in front of her. “What do you say?”
Another way to drive me out of my mind?But she couldn’t say that. “Your choice, Damien.”
Without her knowledge, he’d had them in hand the whole time. She sucked in tiny gasps of air when he closed the hearts on her already-swollen nipples.
“I may buy you a dozen different sets.”
Lightly, he squeezed her breasts, but even that much was enough to make her sway from side to side, and she tightened her ass cheeks.
“You’re thinking too much.” He skimmed his fingertips down her spine, soothing her with both his words and his touch.
He continued lower to massage one of her buttocks, and the motion shifted the plug, making her moan.
Then his unrelenting touch was everywhere.
He played with her pussy, spanked her ass lightly, then reached beneath her to toy with the hearts.
“Give yourself over to me.”
Not long ago, she would have insisted that wasn’t possible, but as she concentrated on pleasing him, nerves receded, and she became more and more aroused.
“Do you enjoy this, Milady? Being the center of my attention, knowing that what I’m doing is for you?”
For me?
Is it?
Because she knew manners were expected, she murmured, “Thank you.”
Damien left her, and soft sounds reached her, the clank of his belt, the rasp of his zipper, the thud of his shoes being tossed on the hardwood.
As she waited, a tiny knot of fear deep inside, the condom package rustled.
“Are you ready for me, Catrina?”
She wasn’t sure she ever would be. “Yes, Damien.” No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make herself believe the lie.
Even as he took the time to ensure she was aroused, he chuckled, the sound deep and rich.
Then he pressed against the entrance to her pussy. “Damien?” He wasn’t taking her rear, as he said?
He slid his thick cock into her, and the combination of his penetration and the pressure from the plug threatened to overwhelm her.
“Oh, hell…” His actions stole her breath.
Pushing her even further into sensation overload, he played with her plug.
Helpless, needing relief, she dropped her head to the table, hoping the change of angle would alleviate some of the fullness.
“Back into position, Milady.”
“But…” She wasn’t sure her arms would support her.
He placed his forearm beneath her chest, helping her. “This is how I want you. Understand?”
How could he be so awful?
He thrust his hips, filling her pussy over and over, leaving her dazed. “Damien!” This was too much… “I’m going to come.” That shouldn’t even be possible.
“Are you?”
Miserably, she whimpered.
“Not yet.”
“I can’t wait…” Squeezing her eyes shut, she concentrated on behaving while ignoring the tension in her lower body. “It’s too much. Please?”
His fingers were dug into her hip bones, but he stroked her with his thumbs. “You’re doing fine, Milady.”
As he intended, she drank strength from his words.
“Transcend your needs to think about your Dom’s commands.”
My Dom’s commands.
Not only did he continue, he increased the speed of his thrusts.
Frantically, she thrashed her head.
She was dazed, lost when he pulled back. “What?”
“Relax for a moment.”
He tugged on the plug, and she gasped.
“It’s coming out, Milady.”
No. Surely the thing was stuck in there.
“If you stop the struggle, it won’t be as uncomfortable.”
Intellectually she understood what he said, but she still tightened her buttocks.
“Arch your back.”
Which raised her rear higher.
He slapped both her butt cheeks hard, pitching her forward, and he plucked out the plug while she was distracted.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Terrible.” Then before she even had a chance to register the fact that both her rear and pussy were empty, his lube-coated cockhead was pushing into her ass. “Good God!”
“You’re allowed to move around if you need to.”
Desperately panting, she tried to escape.
But he was stronger, and he pressed on, entering her deeper, stretching her impossibly wide.
“Almost there,” he promised, soothed.
Lied.
The possession seemed to take forever, and she gulped oxygen. The razor-edge of pain and pleasure blurred.
Finally, he had her imprisoned, balls-deep in her tightest hole.
“Very well done, Milady.”
“I…”
Now that he’d claimed her completely, she was better.
“So, so tight, Milady. Now, I want you to kneel up.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Even without his affirmation, she knew he meant every word. “I am.”
Because he was so much bigger than her, he was able to reach around her. His arm was like a band as he lifted her upper body.
As he moved her, his cock went deeper and deeper, threatening to rip her apart. “I can’t do this!” she cried out.
“You already did,” he reassured her, kissing the side of her neck.
“Damien, it’s…” She shook her head frantically. “Too—too much.”
“Either safe word, or work through it. Either way is fine with me, Milady.”
He whispered the promise against her ear.
“You could never disappoint me.”
If he believed in her and offered a lifeline, she could endure a few more seconds.
“Want to try?”
Pursing her lips in determination, she nodded.
“Say it. I want your consent.”
Halt lingering on the tip of her tongue, just in case, she said, “Yes, Damien.”
“Good girl. Now put your hand behind my neck.”
“I’m not a contortionist,” she protested.
“No need. I’ve got you.”
Since there was no way she could comply without his help, she reached back to curl her arms around his neck.
Using all of her ab strength as well as the leverage, she tried to draw herself upright.
As usual, he was there, using his strength to get her into the position he wanted.
Her motions agonizingly slow as she adjusted to his depth and the unusual angle, she arched her back.
“That’s it, Milady.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve never experienced anything like this.” It was as if he’d engulfed her.
“Good. I don’t want you to ever forget our time together.”
How could she?
Damien kept one arm in front of her, offering support while he tweaked her nipples with the other.
Breathlessly, she moaned.
“Hang in there for me.”
“You’re killing me, Damien!”
“It just feels that way.”
Now that he was as deep inside her, he bent his knees, giving him a little more leverage.
As he drove into her again and again, she cried out.
Perspiration dotted her entire being as he possessed her. But shockingly, even though it didn’t seem possible, arousal unfurled. “Do me,” she pleaded.
“Fuck, Milady. It’s my absolute pleasure.”
He pulled back until the only part inside her was his cockhead then he surged forward again.
Needing more, she urged him on. “Yes, yes.”
He moved both hands to her waist, holding her firmly, and drove into her with the force she wanted.
“Amazing,” she breathed.
“I want you to come.”
His touch skillful, he fingered her clit.
Shattering completely, she pitched forward.
“That’s it.” Damien pulled her upright again.
Jerking his hips, he groaned. Finally, he came, ejaculating in powerful spurts.
The change in pace, the way he touched her, and the swelling of his cock were a lethal combination. She muttered things that were incomprehensible as she came a second time.
Damien continued to support her as their breathing returned to normal.
Even then, he muttered approving, nonsensical words that sounded magical, leaving her happier, and more connected to him than she ever remembered being with anyone else. “I had no idea…”
“That…?”
“Anything like this was possible.” Orgasming from anal penetration, a momentary belief that they were the only two people in the world.
Slowly, he lowered her to the table’s surface.
He withdrew his cock then picked her up and carried her toward the master en suite. As he strode, she rested her cheek against his chest.
Lesson learned.
After their time together, she’d never again be the same.
When he placed her on the bed, he grinned wickedly. “I’ll give you a moment to recover.”
She blinked.
He wasn’t finished with her yet?
Before she could formulate the question, he disappeared into the bathroom, only to return with a washcloth.
He’d discarded the condom. Stunning her, though, his cock was already more than half hard.
“Lift your legs.”
Was there no limit to her humiliation?
“Now part them.”
Exposing every little bit of herself to him.
She turned her head away from him, not that she’d be able to hide from him.
“Not too swollen.”
“My body disagrees with you.”
“I’m sure it does.” Though he agreed, he didn’t offer an apology. In fact, he sounded quite pleased with himself. “Before we get started, I’d like you to change.”
“I’m sure you have something in mind?”
“There’s an outfit waiting for you in my top dresser drawer.”
“Really?”
“Go see.”
Her eyebrows knitted in a serious frown, she slowly rose.
Thirty seconds later, she picked up a garter belt, stockings, and a shelf bra.
“Please put them on,” he called out. “And then be prepared for the spanking of your life. Every bit of your ass belongs to me tonight…”