20. Damien

I've never been one to relinquish control.

I watched my mother get pushed around by men her entire life, and I swore I'd never be like her.

That's why I don't understand what pushes me to accept with two words.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, and watch as Damien's face shifts to one of pleasure. His longing raises his brow, darkens the hues of his eyes and hitches his breath in his throat. In one swift motion, I'm pulled to him, and with a strong, firm hold on my neck, he brings my lips to his, molding his to mine in a sensual dance of dominance and submission.

I melt into him, the taste, the feeling. Everything. He knows exactly how much pressure to enact, what way to move to make my body surrender to him. It's intoxicating. Mind fogging. I lose myself with him in a way I've never before.

I realize my legs are shaking only after he's steadied me again in his arms, and wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling me after him. I'm so infatuated by this man, by all the surprises and different parts of him that he's portrayed to me, that it feels like we're the only ones in this club.

He leads me down a corridor to a thick, medieval appearing door. It's red with brass colored fixtures. He pulls it open with a rough yank, and we begin to descend the stone steps, enshrouded by a cool breeze.

It's definitely theatrical. Even the walls are illuminated by torch lamps that hang, completing the décor as he leads me to what I assume is a dungeon. The deeper we go, the more anxious I feel, yet I feel completely safe with him. He's surprised me in so many ways. When we get to the end of the steps, I'm surprised to find it's not a decrepit basement, yet one that's completely finished with expensive, royal red decorum. Almost that of an old castle. I hear moans resonating the walls, the sound of whips, even instrumental music.

"W-where are we going?" When he whips his head around, a stone-cold expression to his eyes. I add "Sir."

His expression eases, and he's silent momentarily, before he decides to indulge my curiosity.

"My playroom."

Quizzically, I bite my lip, entranced by what he's said. His play room..

Ironically, I think about how utterly fifty shades this seems, but this is Christian Grey standing in front of me. This is my own, Damien Sinclair, a devil in Armani that is devouring me with his expression. This is real life, and I've just signed away my soul for the night.

We stop in front of a thick, brass colored door which Damien unlocks, before pushing it open. His gaze shifts around the lit room, familiarity in his strides as he crosses the floor to thick wooden 'X' nailed to the ground parallel to the king bed dripping in red silk sheets.

"Oh, wow," I mutter in amazement to myself. Overwhelmed by the sexual ambiance in the room, I place my hands over my chest and take a deep shaky breath. In this room of whips and chains, beds, and cuffs, I survey Damien, pondering what he plans to do to me.

Damien slides his jacket down his arms, revealing his thick muscles underneath his blue button-up. He discards it on the floor, spinning on his heel he strides towards me, purpose in each heavy step.

"Lay on your stomach on the bed with your legs hanging over the edge."

I think he's going to touch me when he stops beside me, breath cascading my face, hand hovering above my shoulder, but he doesn't. I swallow my insecurity, my learned defiance and walk over to the bed. I obey his commands, laying flat on my stomach, squirming with anticipation of what's to come. Of what the night will consist of.

I wonder if it'll live up to the words, he once spoke to me.

You'd come a thousand times on me before I've finished with your body...

I hear him rummaging through a drawer behind me, and the closer he gets to the bed, my breathing quickens, my insides melt, and I feel the wetness between my thighs pooling there.

"This is a lace hood, it's so you'll only be able to hear and feel me. I'm going to put it on you now," He warns. I brace myself, watching as a black lace mask is pulled over my head, and my sight is restricted. A strange feeling grips my limbs, I can't exactly pinpoint it. I take a deep breath, and when he places his hands on my back, skimming fingers down my sensitive, eager skin, I arch my back.

"So eager, are we?" He rasps. I moan when I feel his lips just above my ass, kissing a hot trail down my butt before his strong hands yank my legs apart, spreading my dripping folds for his mouth.

"Oh, yes," I purr when he places a chaste kiss on my pussy.

A smack resounds in the room as his hand makes contact with my ass, and I blurt, "Yes, Sir!"

"Good girl."

His warm, velvety tongue glides against my slit, coating me in a mixture of his saliva and my fluids, and I wiggle my hips for more. More depth, more friction, more, more, more. He feels exquisite as he laps me up, savoring me like a fine aged wine.

I feel the warmth in my pussy bud to a swirling orgasm in my gut, and I clench my walls reflexively as I inch towards the edge.

The sensation of his skilled tongue and his finger that he dips into my entrance, before trailing it up towards my ass, is possessing. I succumb to him as he pushes his finger into my ass. The feeling is foreign as I'm stretched around the tip of his finger.

I gasp, clenching deeply around him.

"D- Damien!" I shout, before clamping my mouth shut when I've realized my mistake.

"I'll let that one slide, because your tight little ass is squeezing the shit out of my finger, but for now on baby," He says. He plunges his finger into my ass, before sucking my lips into his mouth, and releasing them with a 'pop.'

"It's Sir," He admonishes.

The tip of his tongue rubs my clit into oblivion, as his finger presses into my ass in a position that leaves me fucking breathless. I cry out, hands gripping the sheets, balling them up into my fists, while I rock against him.

"That's right, come for me baby."

"God damn," I mew, and moan, gasping his name as my orgasm barrels through me with a force that knocks the fucking wind out of me. I clench around him, ass, pussy. Everything. My pussy floods with the juices from my arousal, coating his tongue and face as he continues to lap me up.

He pulls away once my legs have stopped shaking, and I sigh, relaxing into the bed after a sating orgasm. My breath is warm and damp with the hood on. I calm my breathing. Just as a calm a little, I feel hands on my arms.

He cuffs me and locks the cuffs to the harness on my back, pushing my breasts into the bed, and arching my back.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mila." He states. I clench in response, pushing against the cuffs to scoot myself down towards him. He places his hands on my hips to hold me still, and the subtle sound of vibration grasps my attention. "This is a small anal vibrator, Mila. It'll make you come harder than you ever have, all over my cock."

"Fuck, yes, Sir," I cry out as he places the vibrator against my ass. He presses it into my ass, slowly sliding the vibrator into my taut hole. I squeeze around it, surprised when the bit of pain I feel ebbs away when he angles it towards my pussy. The sound of a condom being ripped open follows before I feel his cock against my pussy.

He enters me in one swift motion, thick cock bulging and stretching my pussy, plummeting my depths in every raw, ravenous manner he can. I plunge into a sea of ecstasy, climbing and crying out as he fucks me better than anyone has.

The vibration in my ass compels me to howl and scream with pleasure. The sound of skin slapping and slamming, and the feeling of his hands on my hips, dragging me harder into him, makes me lose control of myself, and of reality.

"Sir!" I cry, worried as my powerful orgasm builds.

"God, your pussy is so fucking tight, Mila. So tight on my cock, I have to come inside of you," He growls. Damien groans as he pounds me. His breathing is quick, and deep as he heightens his pace.

I feel the anal vibrator go up a speed, vibrating wildly inside of me. If my hands were free, I'd hold onto the bed for life.

"It's too damn good. I can't stop, I can't stop!" I moan and feel myself come undone beneath him. My orgasm shatters me entirely, sweeping through me. My ass tightens around the vibrator so much, it begins to push out of me.

"Yes, come on me baby," He urges, before I feel him twitching inside of me as he comes. Slamming himself into me, I'm pushed further up onto the bed.

We moan simultaneously. My limbs feel shaky and weak as he pulls out of me and rubs my ass before pulling the remainder of the vibrator out of me.

I honestly believe that's it. Not knowing what to expect, but when Damien undoes my cuffs and flips me over, I gulp.

"I'm not done with you yet, Mila."

Apparently not.

He pulls the hood off of me and traces my lips with his thumb.

"I'm going to make your body mine."

He pads away, grabbing another tool of his. My eyes widen when I see the clamps in his hands.

"Nipple clamps. My favorite." He chuckles when he catches my expression. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure they feel good. These- "He flicks my erect nipples, spending a couple seconds tweaking, spinning and tugging on the sensitive buds. "Are incredibly sensitive. When over stimulated, you can cause orgasm."

I bite my lip, and watch fascinated as he places the clamps on my nipples, tightening them to his liking. I firm my lips, adjusting to the assault on my breasts, before he proves point by running his fingers over my clit and down my slit.

"Oh yes, that feels so good, Sir."

"See? No need to question me." He replies, and rubs his finger over my clit, flicking the hard nub over and over, relentlessly working another orgasm out of me.

Even I didn't realize there were areas on my body so erotically stimulating. No man has ever been competent enough to successfully engage in anal play with me.

I shake my head, dissuading those thoughts while focusing solely on Damien's touch.

"Two orgasms so far, Mila. You're in for a treat, baby. Your pussy is going to be red, raw and tired when I'm done with you."

I enjoy the way that sounds, and the way he makes me feel as he flicks his fingers quicker. I spread my thighs wider for him, pressing my hips forward against his hand. My mouth goes slack, eyes heavy as he locks gazes with me, watching and soaking up every inch of my expression as I near another orgasm.

"You're gorgeous when you come."

I giggle and roll my eyes back in my head when he begins tugging on the nipple clamps while continuing to rub my pussy.

"Do you like when I rub your pussy, Mila? When I fuck this pussy and make you come all over me?"

"Yes, Sir!" I gasp.

"Let go, Mila. Come for me baby. All over my hand."

"Oh fuck!"

I moan, as my pussy twitches and I come, causing his finger to become even slicker with my wetness.

I inhale a sharp breath when I feel his cock against me. There's no condom on, no rubber barrier keeping us from enjoying every pleasurable ridge of skin with one another. He rubs the fat head of his dick against my pussy, coating himself with juices.

"I have to be inside of you."

"Fuck me, Damien, please!"

"I have to feel this pussy raw, baby. I can't stop myself," He says, breathlessly as he pushes the length of his cock into me. "So fucking warm and wet."

My last thought that surfaces just before I come, is when I last took my birth control.

Then I fall, my pussy milking his dick as I come, and the thought no longer resurfaces.