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"Say it," he growls.

"What?”

"Who do you belong to?"

I bite my lip, pride flaring for a brief moment. His mouth finds my throat, his teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Viviana," he warns.

"I belong to you," I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

"Louder," he demands. “I can’t hear you.”

"I belong to you.”

He growls low in approval, and finally—finally—his fingers find the place I need him most. Relief crashes through me like a drug, my body arching.

He doesn't let me come easy. He makes me beg again and again, drawing out my pleasure until I'm shaking, whimpering.

Only then does he let me fall apart, my body convulsing with the force of my release. I'm still trembling when he unties my wrists, still gasping when he takes off the blindfold.

He kneels on the bed beside me, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to look at him. He leans in closer, his eyes searching mine, looking for any sign of defiance or hesitation. I meet his gaze, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The intensity in his eyes is both terrifying and exhilarating, and I find myself drawn to it, unable to look away.

"Say you understand," he says. "Tell me you know your place."

I swallow hard, my throat dry. "I understand, Damon. I know my place."

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face, and he leans in to capture my lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me, dominating me, andI melt into him, my body responding to his touch like it was made for this.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "Now, let's see if you can follow orders without question."

He stands up, towering over me, and I nod, my body already tingling with anticipation of what's to come.

"On your knees," he commands, pointing to the rug in front of him.

I obey, lowering myself to the floor, my heart pounding. He walks around me, his steps slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel his gaze like a physical touch, and it sends shivers down my spine.

He stops in front of me, and unzips his pants. He drags out his hard cock. He reaches down, his fingers tangling in my hair, and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him.

“Lick your lips,” he says, rubbing his cock along my mouth. “Start with your tongue,” he says. “Now lick me, just the tip.”

I lean in and lick, slow and shy. I’ve never done this before.

“Now again. Use more pressure.”

I flick my tongue over the head, glancing up to see if I’m doing it right.

His grip tightens in my hair. “Keep looking at me. Take me in your mouth. Just a little. Get used to the weight.”

I part my lips wider and do it.

“Deeper. That’s it. Wet your lips again, I like it wet and sloppy. Use your hand on the base.”

I follow his instructions like a perfect student, hand twisting, mouth sucking, tongue working the underside.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You’re doing so good.”

He suddenly pulls me off him long enough to say, “Spit on it.”