Chapter Ten
Damien
Lyla visibly shivers in response to my words. Good. I’m glad I’m able to affect her the way she’s affecting me.
The sight of her, kneeling on my throne, ass perked up in the air on full display, taking everything I’m dishing out like a fucking queen, has my cock begging for attention.
This woman is fucking perfect. She has the right amount of sass, submission, and curiosity.
She’s a lethal combination, as far as I’m concerned.
Standing true to my words, I want to see just how far I can push her until she’s begging me to fuck her. How much teasing can she handle?
Setting down the leather paddle at the foot of the throne, I pick up the candle that I previously lit and hold it in front of her face, letting the scents of jasmine and vanilla fill the air around her.
“Is…that a candle?” she asks, confused.
“It is,” I reply coolly, withdrawing it, and hovering it over her arched back. Then, I softly tip it on its side, watching as the wax slowly drips out and lands on her skin, trickling down her back and to her ass.
“Ohhh,” she moans out in surprise, her back arching more in response.
I don’t miss the way goose bumps crawl across her flesh around the hardening wax.
But I don’t stop there. I make a path of wax, leading from the middle of her back down to her plump, full ass.
I watch intently as she bites down on her lip, holding back another moan.
“Tell me, Lyla…” I begin. “Now that your senses are heightened, how wet do you think that sweet pussy of yours is for me right now?”
“Why don’t you fuck me and find out for yourself?” she asks, more timidly than I believe she intended for it to come out.
“Not yet,” I say firmly.
“Why not?” she asks, nearly pouting at my denial.
“Mark my words, Lyla. I will be fucking you, sooner rather than later.” I grab the paddle again, whipping it through the air, and crack another spank to her ass.
I savor the way her back bows, then she cries out a throaty whimper that I wish I could have swallowed, and her thick thighs begin to tremble.
“But not until you’re fucking begging me for it. ”
“Damien.” My name rolls off her tongue in a plea as she writhes against her cuffs. “Please, I need you inside me. Now.”
“Nice try. But that’s not gonna be good enough, Lyla,” I correct, keeping my tone indifferent, when in reality, I’m aching to be buried deep inside of her.
Tasting her wasn’t enough. I need more. I need to feel her pussy wrapping around me as I thrust inside her with fervor.
I retrieve a pair of earmuffs from the ground and slide them over her ears, depriving her of the sense of sound next.
She turns her head from side to side, realizing that she’s not only bound and can’t see, but now, she also can’t hear. Leaving her completely clueless about what to expect from me next excites me. Taking in the sight of her dripping pussy, I can tell she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
I can sense a slight panic coursing through her in the way her breathing grows heavy.
Wanting to reassure her, I run my hands down her back comfortingly, hoping it brings her some relief.
I suppose it does, by the way she leans into my touch, letting out a little whimper.
Finally, she speaks up with one word: “More.”
“No,no,” I chide, removing the earmuffs and blindfold, throwing them to the ground, and giving up on the sensory play. “That sure as fuck sounds more like a demand. I am the only one who gives demands here, Lyla.”
She lets out a frustrated groan that sounds more like a whine, her head falling back slightly as she does. “Please.” Her voice is breathy, and the need in her tone is evident.
“Please, what?” I counter, feigning cluelessness about what it is she’s asking me for.
“Please, Sir.” The two words come out rushed, filled with frustration.
“We’ve dragged this out long enough. I know what your mouth feels like on my clit.
What your fingers feel like inside of me as I clamp down around them.
Now I need to know what it feels like for you to fuck me senseless. Please, Damien. Please fuck me.”
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I wanted her to beg. I needed to hear her ask for what she wanted. What I didn’t expect was to be so affected by her words, and the pure lust coating her tone.
I know what it’s like to be wanted. To feel needed sexually. But this is on another level. It’s pure carnal desire that neither of us can ignore.
Unable to hold back any longer, the sound of my unfastening belt echoes through the room. In the next second, my pants, along with my boxers, are hitting the floor.
“Wow,” Lyla says, eyes going wide as she takes me in. “Can you uncuff me? I want to touch you.”
“No,” I reply firmly. “You’re about to be worshiped, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“That isn’t fair to you. You already made me come. Let me—”
“I said no. And plus, that won’t be the only time you’ll be coming, so prepare yourself, Sweetheart.”
Lyla swallows and says, “I don’t know if I’m capable of going again.”
A wicked grin spreads over my face, more than ready to show her exactly what she’s capable of. “Well, there’s only one way to find out. Shall we?”
She nods, and I inch closer to her, smacking my cock along on her ass. The sound of my hard dick hitting against her soft flesh, and the way her ass bounces when it does, has my restraint slipping.
“No nodding, Lyla. Remember, use your words,” I say, teasing her as I run my cock up toward her clit, rubbing it in circles on it.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Please, Damien. Don’t tease me.”
Unable to wait any longer, I line my cock up with her entrance.
The sight of her hands above her head, cuffed to the top of the chair, as she looks over her shoulder at me with her hair perfectly splayed down her back, is a sight I could get used to.
She’s fucking hot, and so eager to please.
Even despite her sassy ass mouth, which makes her submission even better.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. Don’t you worry.
But…” I trail off, slightly edging the tip of my cock into her tight hole.
A breathy whimper of approval falls from her mouth, letting me know she’s just as ready as I am.
“There are a few rules first. You already know if it’s too much, you just say stop, and this ends.
Rule number two: your eyes don’t leave mine.
Rule number three: your pleasure matters just as much, so if you want something, you fucking ask for it without hesitation.
Last rule: you don’t get to come until I tell you to.
And when I say come, you fucking let go and do as I say. Understood?”
Letting out a breath, Lyla’s eyes lock onto mine in understanding. “Yes, Sir.” Her words are breathy, and desire is evident in the way she pushes back into me, trying to get more of me inside her than I’ve offered so far.
“Patience, Lyla. You’re going to get exactly what you need.”
I knead her ass in my hands, gripping on tightly as I let my self-control slip, and I thrust forward, full force into her.
“Yesss,” she hisses out, as the top half of her body jolts forward, pushing against the back of the throne. Her hands, still pinned above her head, grip on tightly to one another as she tries to adjust to my size.
The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock is even better than I could have imagined. By the way her knuckles are turning white, gripping so hard around her cuffs, I can tell the stretch she’s having to accommodate hurts a bit, but she takes it without objection.
Staying seated fully inside her, wanting to hear her beg for more, my hands release her ass as they snake their way around her body to her breasts. Quickly, I find her nipples, pinching and pulling until she’s crying out in pleasure.
“Fuckkkk,” she moans, the words drawn out on breathy gasps.
I begin to move in and out of her in hard, slow thrusts, and ask, “Is this what you wanted, Lyla? You wanted to take all of this dick in your greedy little cunt?”
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. “Oh, fuck yes.”
Our eyes stay locked in a silent battle of wills, both refusing to look away. “That’s a good fucking girl,” I praise, and she visibly melts into me.
Picking up my pace, my hips are pistoning forward in long, quick, languid motions. She molds to me beautifully, meeting each thrust with eagerness.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, drowning out the music that softly wafts through the speakers, until the sound of us fucking is all I can hear.
Tears spring to Lyla’s hazel eyes, but she follows the rules and doesn’t look away.
When I first sought her out, it was to challenge her. To see how far I could take this until she’d break, almost certain that she would. She’s proving me wrong, and I’m loving every fucking second of it.
Her breathy moans grow heavy just as her pussy begins to pulse, clenching down tight around my cock, and I can tell she’s getting close to the edge.
“Don’t you fucking dare come. Not yet,” I say, pulling out, completely withdrawing from her.
“What the fuck? Please don’t stop—”
“There are rules in place for a reason, Lyla.” My words aren’t as smooth as I intend for them to be. My control is slipping. She feels so fucking good. Too fucking good. The kind of feeling that I don’t want to let go of. Which isn’t in my nature.
I’ve had dynamics in place several times before. But none that I wanted this badly. And I can already tell, by the way I’m craving this woman, that’s exactly what I’m going to want with her.
How can I not? I know none of this is familiar to her.
That much is clear. Yet, despite her sassy mouth, lack of experience, and initial fear…
she’s a natural submissive. She’s just never explored that side of herself.
I want to be the person with whom she discovers everything she’s capable of.
I want to be the one who gets to show her just how beautiful it can be to let go of control while still holding all the power.
Dropping to my knees behind her, I pick up the vibrator, hold it to her clit, and watch as she squirms.
“Damien.” She says my name in warning, telling me what I already know. She wants to come, and she doesn’t know how to hold it. “Please,” she begs.
“No,” I reply simply, removing the vibrator from her pussy.
The groan of frustration, and anger filling her eyes, only fuels me more.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve been edging you, Lyla. And when you do come, it’ll be fucking cosmic.”
Taking my time, I pepper kisses along her ass before standing to my full height and sinking back into her.
I begin fucking her so fast and hard that we’re both breathless and panting. Her thighs are trembling, trying to hold her steady.
“Damien, please—”
Gripping one hand around her neck, I squeeze firmly, while the other tangles in her hair, pulling her head slightly back as I interject and say, “Come…now.” I don’t need her to finish her plea. I know what she’s asking, because I’m right there with her.
“Mmmmm,” she moans from the depths of her soul, just as she lets go.
Her pussy tightens around my dick, just as it twitches with my release, and I explode inside of her.
And I was right: it’s fucking cosmic.
Taking my time sliding out of her, I let my hands caress their way down her back, reassuringly. “You were fucking amazing, Lyla,” I praise, as I plant kisses across her shoulder blades. “The way you—”
“Can you uncuff me now?” she asks softly, cutting me off.
I lean over her shoulder, searching for her eyes, but they won’t meet mine. Hers stay fixed on the floor. Confused, I withdraw from her completely, get the key, and uncuff her.
As if burned by the throne, she hurries off it, quickly searching for her clothes.
“Okay, wait. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says, still refusing to look at me.
Something is wrong. I can fucking feel it.
“Did I take it too far? Did you not enjoy it?” My tone is soft, and the cluelessness I feel is etched into every word.
“I did,” she says, turning away from me and stepping into her dress. "But we both got what we wanted. Now I think I should go…isn’t that how this works?” The question comes out timid and unsure, but I don’t miss the hint of worry in her tone.
“Just like that?” This time, when I ask the question, I reach for her elbow and spin her to face me.
She nods her head, still refusing to meet my gaze. “Yeah. Just like that. Isn’t that how one-night stands are supposed to go? We get what we want, and then go our separate ways?”
“Look, I don’t want you to just run out. What if I said I didn’t want it to be just a one-night stand?”
“Can you zip me up?” she asks, in the most indifferent tone I’ve ever heard, as she ignores my question.
“Lyla.” I say her name firmly, cupping her chin, forcing her to look at me. She does, but I can’t say that I like what I see there. She’s checked out. She feels ashamed. And, worst of all, she regrets it. It’s all in her eyes. “This doesn’t have to be the end of it—”
“I have to go.” Her words are rushed and panicked. As soon as she finishes speaking, she’s hurrying off toward the door, and I’m left standing there, still completely naked and completely dumbfounded.
“If you change your mind, I’ll be here,” I say as she steps through the threshold.
She doesn’t reply, just disappears as the door closes behind her.