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Chapter eleven

A Heated Rivalry

K aelis Monroe stood in the softly lit room, her pulse racing as Damian Blackthorn held a silk blindfold in his hands. His expression was calm, steady, and reassuring, a stark contrast to the nerves fluttering in her chest. “Tonight, we’re going to focus on your senses again,” he said, his deep voice soothing. “By taking away one, we heighten the others. But remember, at any point, you can stop this. Your safe words are always in place.” Kaelis nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried to steady her breathing.

“Good,” Damian said, stepping closer. He unfolded the blindfold, running the smooth fabric through his fingers before lifting it to her face. “I’m going to put this on you now. Are you ready?”

She nodded again, her heart pounding. Gently, he wrapped the blindfold around her head, ensuring it was secure but not tight. Darkness enveloped her, and the world seemed to shrink to the sound of his voice and the faint scent of his cologne.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It’s fine,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The first touch came as a feather-light stroke along her arm. Kaelis gasped, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt through her body. “That’s a feather,” Damian explained. “I want you to focus on how it feels.” He trailed it along her shoulder, then down her other arm, the ticklish sensation making her shiver. Every nerve seemed to come alive, the darkness heightening her awareness of each touch.

Damian whispers, “Very well, let’s make this feather do some delicious work…” Damian continued to trace the feather along her collarbone, making her skin pebble with goosebumps. “Spread your legs slightly,” he commanded softly. She complied, trusting him completely in this vulnerable state.

With each stroke of the feather, he drew patterns on her chest, around the swell of her breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breath grew heavier, anticipation building in her core. “Damian…” she whimpered, the darkness intensifying her need. “Shh,” he soothed.

Damian removed the feather, replacing it with his fingertips, ghosting teasingly over her nipples, which hardened from the sudden change in sensation. He rolls one bud between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand palms her breast, a stark contrast of gentle and firm.

Kaelis gasped, arching her back slightly, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. Damian smiled, knowing he had her full attention. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Your nipples are so hard,” he whispered. “Do you want more?”

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The soft murmur of voices in the room quieted as a new presence made itself known. “I didn’t realize you were training new submissives now, Damian,” a cool, biting voice cut through the air. Kaelis stiffened instinctively, her head turning slightly toward the source of the interruption. Isolde Laurent, a polished and confident regular at the club, stood at the edge of the scene, her sharp gaze fixed on Kaelis with thinly veiled disdain.

Damian straightened immediately, his body language shifting from relaxed to commanding. “Isolde,” he said, his tone calm but laced with warning. “You’re interrupting.” Isolde’s painted lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I couldn’t help but notice your new… project,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension as her gaze swept over Kaelis. “I wasn’t aware Echelon had lowered its standards.”

Kaelis’s chest tightened, the sting of Isolde’s words sinking deep despite her best efforts to remain unaffected. She lowered her gaze, her confidence faltering under the weight of the scrutiny. Damian, however, didn’t waver. He stepped forward, placing himself protectively between Kaelis and Isolde. “Enough,” he said firmly.

Isolde tilted her head, her smile unwavering. “I’m just concerned, Damian. Not everyone is cut out for this world.”

Damian turned his attention back to Isolde, his expression hardening. “If you can’t respect my scenes or my partner, you’re free to leave,” he said coldly.

Isolde’s smile faltered for the first time, her eyes narrowing as she straightened her posture. “Of course,” she said smoothly, though her tone was less assured than before. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her retreat more telling than anything she could have said.

Damian’s eyes darkened with anger and something else - something dangerous. He grabbed Kaelis suddenly, making her yelp in surprise. He pushed her roughly onto the bed, causing the pillows to scatter. “You,” he growled, his voice low and unrecognizable.

Realizing his mistake, Damian paused, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. His eyes raked over Kaelis’s naked form, taking in every curve and inch of exposed skin. Without a word, he began to tear at his own clothes, his movements just as aggressive and urgent.

Damian ripped off his shirt, buttons flying in all directions. His trousers followed, kicked away impatiently. Soon, he stood as naked as Kaelis, his body taut with barely restrained passion and anger. He crawled onto the bed, looming over her, muscles coiled like a snake ready to strike.

Damian approached Kaelis, the lube bottle clenched in his fist like a weapon. His eyes blazed with intensity as he crawled over her, his other hand pinning her wrists above her head with surprising strength. “I’m going to fuck you,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. The bottle was clearly visible in his hand, catching the dim light. “I’m going to show you exactly where you belong.” He positions himself between her thighs, running one hand firmly down her body, making her shiver.

Damian squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his large, throbbing erection, stroking it slowly as he gazed down at Kaelis with fierce intensity. The glistening substance coated his shaft, making it slick and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing firmly against her, teasing.

Damian entwined his fingers with hers, holding her hands securely above her head as he began to gradually push himself inside her. He moved slowly and deliberately, allowing her to adjust to his size. His gaze locked onto hers, filled with a mix of dominance and tenderness. “Tell me you like it here.”

With a controlled thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. She gasped, her fingers curling around his, her eyes fluttering closed briefly. He could feel every inch of movement as he whispered, “You tell me you’re enjoying it.” His hands tightened around him slowly, and he made sure to maintain eye contact.

Damian’s hips began to move with savage urgency, plunging into Kaelis with brutal force. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Kaelis’s soft moans. He leaned down, biting her earlobe hard enough to sting. “Fucking take it.”

“God, you’re tight,” he grunted, his hips pistoning like a machine. He captured one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “Answer me one question while I fuck you.” He snapped his hips hard, making her cry out.

“Do you plan on staying here?” Damian asked through clenched teeth, his body slamming against hers with each question. “Or should I make you cum so hard you lose your fucking mind and forget about ever leaving?” His thrusts grew more frenzied, pounding into her with relentless passion.

Kaelis moaned loudly, her body arching to meet his thrusts. Damian’s grip on her wrists tightened, his voice low and commanding. “Answer me, Kaelis. Do you want to stay here? Do you want to explore every fucking inch of this place with me?”

“Yes!” Kaelis cried out, her body trembling under Damian’s relentless assault. “I want to stay. I want to explore everything with you.” Each word was punctuated by a sharp gasp as he hit a particularly deep spot inside her. Her thighs clenched around his waist, urging him deeper.

Damian’s face twisted into a snarl of pure possessiveness. He wrapped his arms around Kaelis’s legs, spreading them wide and lifting them up to rest on his shoulders. His eyes never left hers as he began to pound into her with brutal force, his hips slapping against hers with a violent rhythm.

“You’re gonna stay here,” Damian growled, each word punctuated by a vicious thrust. “You’re gonna be my fuck toy in this castle. Every room, every corner, I’m gonna defile you in it. You’re gonna be used and fucked until you can’t walk straight.”

He grabbed her throat, squeezing tightly as he fucked her harder, faster. “I’m gonna fill every hole in that tight little body of yours. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass - all mine to use and abuse. You’re gonna be dripping with my cum, marked as my property.”

Kaelis’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the brutal pleasure. A desperate moan tore from her throat as Damian choked her. Her pussy clenched greedily around his cock, fluttering wildly. “Yes, yes, fuck yes!” she screamed, her body completely submitting to his violent lust.

Damian’s thumb pressed down hard on Kaelis’s clit, pushing her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing with a powerful orgasm. Damian grunted, his own release crashing over him as he pumped hot cum deep into her pussy. “Fuck, yes!”

As Kaelis’s orgasm subsided, Damian showed no signs of stopping. His cock remained rock hard inside her, throbbing urgently. He pulled nearly all the way out, only to slam back in with brutal force, chasing his own release. “I’m gonna fuck this cunt raw.”

Damian latched onto Kaelis’s left nipple, sucking hard as he continued to fuck her savagely. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. He used his free hand to spread her lips wide, allowing himself deeper access as he pounded into her.

Kaelis’s mind was a hazy, post-orgasmic fog. She could barely think straight as Damian’s relentless fucking shook her very core. All she could do was hang on, her nails digging into his back as he used her. A small, needy whimper escaped her lips.

With one final, deep thrust, Damian buried himself completely inside Kaelis. His back arched, and he let out a guttural groan as he came violently, filling her with warm seed. “Fuck, take it. Take all my cum,” he growled, grinding against her for maximum depth.

Damian collapsed on top of her, panting heavily. His weight pressed her into the bed, and his still-hard cock twitched inside her. One arm pinned her wrists above her head while the other slid around her waist possessively. “You feel that?” he whispered roughly, “My cum inside you?”

“Don’t move,” Damian murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. His hips made a small circular motion, stirring his seed deeper within her. “I want you to feel every fucking drop leaking out of that tight pussy.” His hand moved down to trace patterns on her stomach possessively.

Kaelis offered a faint smile, her confidence slowly returning. “Thank you,” she said, the words simple but heartfelt. Damian nodded, his hand brushing lightly against her arm.

“We’ll take a break,” he said. “You don’t have to jump back in right away.”

Kaelis hesitated, then shook her head. “I want to continue,” she said firmly, surprising even herself with the steadiness in her voice.

Damian’s lips curved into a small smile, his pride evident. “Good,” he said simply. He helped her settle back into position, his movements careful and deliberate. As he resumed their scene, his focus remained entirely on her, his touch and words rebuilding the sense of trust and safety that had been momentarily shaken.

Throughout the rest of the session, Damian stayed attuned to Kaelis’s every reaction, his presence a constant reassurance. By the time the scene ended, Kaelis felt a renewed sense of strength, her confidence bolstered by Damian’s unwavering support. He helped her sit up, wrapping a soft blanket around her shoulders and offering her water. “You did beautifully,” he said, his voice low and filled with genuine pride. “Don’t let anyone take that away from you.”

As they left the room together, Damian kept a protective hand on Kaelis’s back, his touch a silent promise. The confrontation with Isolde still lingered in her mind, but it no longer carried the same weight. Damian’s actions had spoken louder than any words, reminding her that she belonged here—and more importantly, that she belonged to herself.