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For the first time, I felt the girth of his manhood present between my thighs.
I felt him drag himself across my threshold.
The feeling sent a violent warmth through my body.
Damian’s grip tightened on my hip, steadying me as I felt him prepare to enter.
Every deliberate movement felt calculated to pull another reaction out of me.
“Stay still,” he growled as I felt the slow pressure of him overwhelming every thought in my mind.
My body began doing whatever it took to make more room for him.
My breath was in rhythm with his movements, steady when he was pausing, short when he was deep within me, and calm when he gave me my release.
He consistently stroked his way through me, yet I felt safe.
I felt as if he was teaching me how to be his.
Each time he stretched me apart, he ensured that I felt every detail.
The silk sheets were the victim of my intense grip.
My body was beginning to learn him.
I understood how he moved, his purpose in his decisions, and the reason I am here.
This realization sank in with each touch from him, inside and out.
My breath released fully as I felt him slide from me.
My eyes opened, fixated on the smooth black silk lying beneath me.
He disappeared from behind me for a few seconds before I felt yet another silk cloth on my arm.
I looked down and the black silk tie he wore not long ago lay in front of me.
“You can trust me,” he said quietly.
I nodded slowly, catching my breath.
The tie covered my eyes and cinched down on the back of my head.
He walked swiftly, but calmly to the foot of the bed.
He grabbed my feet and rolled me onto my back.
At this point I could only see the ominous glow of the golden light gently leaking through the covering over my eyes.
I felt myself pulled towards the end of the bed.
My legs remained tightly tied, my arms were still bound behind my back.
My legs were lifted and rested upon his broad shoulder.
I could feel the slightest bit of perspiration being transferred to my legs from him.
I felt him pull himself across me once again, seemingly like this was his way of communicating to me.
My body tensed as I felt him enter me once again, but I quickly fell back into safety.
My breath was realigning with his efforts.
It was as if our bodies were perfectly in sync.
My body was sliding slightly in the silky-smooth sheets, the perpetually golden light trying tirelessly to penetrate my gaze.
Time stopped mattering as he used me as he saw fit.
He would often reposition me as he felt I needed to be.
Each passing minute allowed me to melt into the mold he wanted.
My body went through peaks in pleasure and emotion that I had never known existed before today.
His strength was the pillar I drew my energy from.
He knew exactly where to touch me, he sensed when I was overwhelmed.
My whole body was unstable from exhaustion but with the strength of Damian I was always able to pull through.
I had never experienced anyone that thought about every possible detail in a way that took the responsibility away from me entirely.
It was like my only role at this moment was to be present.
His breathing was steady, as if he was working diligently, but strong enough to show me that he had more for me if he felt I was ready.
“you are doing so good for me,” his slightly labored voice whispered into my ear.
I was beaming with pride that I was able to provide exactly what he needed.
He rolled me onto my back somewhat unexpectedly.
I felt the restraint around my legs loosen as he gathered the silk garment and the cushion he had placed between my ankles.
Damian drifted off, presumably to properly store the garments.
I felt him return as he grabbed my ankles and held them apart.
I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his gaze penetrating deeply into my soul, sensing how much more of this my body could take.
He leaned into me as he began again.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
He reached beneath me and untied my hands.
My arms draped around his neck as he made my body his own.
Each moment he allowed me to spend with him was an opportunity I had to not only learn more about him, but more about myself.
At this point he had taught me more about my own body than I would have ever been able to discover on my own.
His body was pressed tightly against mine.
My fingers dug deeply into his skin.
This was the first time I was allowed to touch him freely.
He allowed me to express myself physically as he had his way with me.
Damian had taken my body and placed it at a level I was confident no one else would have ever had the ability to reach.
I felt used, yet important.
My job was very clearly defined, without ever being told what was expected from me.
His body told me exactly what he needed from me without the need for words.
His touch still drove me wild even after the time we spent together.
I needed to be there for him.
It seemed as though his body had synced up with me perfectly.
These thoughts flashed through my head like a strobe as the golden light still tried to tease my eyesight outside of its permitted view.
“I need you to be good for me,” were the words that gently caressed my ear as I felt a tug at the knot on the back of my head.
My eyes emerged into the dimly lit room as he pulled the tie from me.
He gently slid himself out of me as he walked to the wardrobe to place his tie inside.
I was lying there without a single piece of clothing to cover my recently lost innocence, staring at the back of the man I wasn’t yet done giving myself to.
His movements were slow yet full of purpose.
The way the muscles in his back flexed and relaxed as he reached for his desired items made me want him in ways I couldn’t put into words.
He turned towards me and took the few steps necessary to have me back in his possession.
I stared at his body.
He stood still as I gently ran my fingers from his pecs to his groin.
He leaned over me.
My body was being taken back to his world as he grabbed the free hair on the back of my head.
He locked our gazes together “Don’t look away,” he demanded, as I nodded in approval.
The intensity of the moment grew with every stroke.
Our breathing was perfectly in sync.
I felt him growing inside me with tension.
His eyes were glossy and determined.
He had a goal and I was not going to be the woman to stand in the way of that.
Our lips locked for a kiss that seemingly blew us apart from the explosion of emotions.
His grip tightened on my hair as the breath left my lungs.
My gasps were becoming more common than my breaths.
For the first time, I felt a shudder from his body.
I felt the pulsation inside of me from Damian filling me with his passion.
My body shook beneath him.
As I began to let my body relax, he gently laid me into the sheets as he pulled himself from me for the last time.