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Chapter thirteen

The Taste of Power

K aelis Monroe stood in Damian Blackthorn’s penthouse, the familiar warmth of the space settling over her as Damian closed the door behind them. Tonight felt different—a teasing challenge had passed between them during dinner, and now that they were alone, the energy between them crackled with anticipation. Damian turned to face her, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you ready to try something new?” he asked, his tone laced with intrigue. Kaelis hesitated but nodded, her curiosity outweighing her nerves.

Damian guided her to the sitting area, his movements deliberate and unhurried. “Tonight,” he began, “you’re going to take control.”

Kaelis blinked, surprise flashing across her face. “Me?” she asked, her voice filled with doubt.

Damian’s smirk softened into a reassuring smile. “Yes, you,” he said. “This isn’t about perfection—it’s about exploring a different dynamic. I trust you, Kaelis.” The weight of his trust settled over her, grounding her even as her pulse quickened.

He led her to a sleek wooden chest near the wall, opening it to reveal a carefully organized collection of tools, restraints, and other items. Damian gestured for her to choose. “Pick something simple to start,” he advised, his tone patient. Kaelis’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for a soft silk scarf. Damian nodded approvingly. “Good choice,” he said. “Let me know what you want me to do.” The power in her hands felt foreign but exhilarating.

Kaelis guided Damian to sit in the large armchair near the center of the room. He complied without hesitation; his usual commanding presence subdued in a way that sent a thrill through her. “Hands,” she said, her voice more confident than she expected. Damian extended his hands, allowing her to wrap the silk scarf loosely around his wrists. “Not too tight,” she murmured, remembering his own lessons on restraint.

Damian smiled. “You’ve been paying attention,” he said softly.

As she secured the scarf, Kaelis stepped back, her eyes scanning Damian’s posture. He sat relaxed, his dark eyes fixed on hers with a steady intensity that made her heart race. “What next?” he asked, his tone encouraging.

Kaelis bit her lip, considering her options. She picked up a feather from the chest and approached him slowly, her movements deliberate. “Stay still,” she instructed, surprised by the authority in her voice. Damian’s lips twitched, but he obeyed.

Kaelis trailed the feather lightly along Damian’s arm, her movements tentative at first but growing bolder as she watched his reactions. He didn’t flinch or laugh; instead, his body remained relaxed, his focus entirely on her. “How does that feel?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

“Soft,” Damian replied, his gaze never leaving hers. “And… interesting.” His honesty emboldened her, and she moved the feather to his collarbone, then down the center of his chest.

The shift in dynamics sent a rush of adrenaline through Kaelis. She was accustomed to following Damian’s lead, but now the roles were reversed, and the power in her hands felt intoxicating.

“You’re doing well,” Damian said, his voice steady and reassuring. “Trust your instincts.” The encouragement spurred her on, and Kaelis reached for a second scarf, wrapping it loosely around his neck like a tie.

As she wrapped the scarf around his neck, Damian tilted his head slightly, allowing her to feel the warmth of his breath against her fingers. His eyes remained locked onto hers, conveying both trust and a hint of vulnerability that made her heart flutter. “Now what?” He prompted, his voice low and even. “Would you… like to try something a bit more…” Damian cleared his throat, maintaining eye contact, “…intimate?” His tone was gentle but carried an underlying hint of desire that made Kaelis’s breath catch. He shifted slightly in the chair, drawing her attention to the careful way she bound him.

Damian slowly lifted his bound hands, offering them to her silently. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the silk scarf wrapped around his neck. “Kaelis,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “would you… sit on my lap?”

“I won’t move,” he added softly, seeing the hesitation in her eyes. “You’re in control here. Just sit facing me…” His gaze dropped briefly to where she stood between his legs, then back to her face. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and desire.

Damian inhaled sharply as Kaelis adjusted her position, inadvertently pressing her knee harder against his hardening cock. “Kaelis,” he grunted, his voice strained with suddenly intense arousal, “that’s… right on target.” He squirmed slightly in his bonds, inadvertently grinding against her touch.

Kaelis bit her lip, realizing the effect she was having on Damian. She slowly dragged her knee up and down, teasing his length through his pants. “Is this what you wanted?” she murmured, leaning in close. Her breath ghosted over his ear as she continued her slow, deliberate movements.

Damian’s breath came faster, his cock throbbing insistently against Kaelis’s teasing knee. “You’re a cruel temptress,” he growled, testing his bonds with a tug. The silk held fast, keeping him at her mercy. His hips made a desperate little buck upward, seeking more friction. “God,” Damian muttered as Kaelis teasingly ground her knee against him again. His pants did nothing to hide his erection. He watched hungrily as her top slipped off one shoulder, baring smooth skin. He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to almost a growl. “Lower.”

Kaelis, emboldened by his reaction, shifted forward and pressed her knee firmly against his bulge, rubbing slowly. Damian’s breath hitches, his hips bucking upward. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Is this what you need?” she whispered, increasing the pressure.

Damian’s pants were no match for Kaelis’s determined hands. She unbuttoned them swiftly, pushing them down along with his boxers. His erection sprung free, thick, and hard. She tossed his clothes aside, leaving him bare from the waist down.

With a swift motion, Kaelis tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it away, exposing her full breasts, which she promptly pressed together around Damian’s throbbing cock. The feeling of her soft, warm breasts enveloping his shaft made Damian groan loudly. “Fuck yes.” The sensation was overwhelming - soft, warm flesh surrounding his sensitive cock. “Babe… fuck…” His hips moved in rhythm with her movements. “Heaven…”

Kaelis smiled wickedly, slowing her pace to tease Damian further. He whimpered, his head thrashing side to side. “Lick me,” he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. “Lick my dick between your tits, baby, please…”

Kaelis complied, sticking out her tongue and licking the sensitive head of Damian’s cock as it emerged from between her breasts. She continued to move her tits up and down his shaft, adding wet, teasing licks along his length. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Shit yeah,” Damian hissed, watching as Kaelis titty-fucked him. “Lick my dick, baby, get it all wet with your spit. Mmmph spread those huge tits around my dick…” His voice got filthier. “Suck the tip when it comes up…”

Feeling the intense pressure building, Damian gritted his teeth. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” he grunted, his cock pulsing between Kaelis’s breasts. With a final thrust, he erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting onto her chest and breasts. “Ahh, fuck yes!”

As the scene progressed, Kaelis began to experiment with different tools, testing the boundaries of her newfound authority. She used a soft brush to trace patterns along Damian’s arms, then switched to a firmer touch, running her nails lightly along his skin. Damian’s breathing deepened, and Kaelis felt a surge of pride, knowing she was the one eliciting his reactions. “Still okay?” she asked, pausing to check in.

“Perfect,” Damian replied, his tone filled with approval.

When Kaelis moved to stand behind him, she hesitated briefly before placing her hands on his shoulders. Damian tilted his head slightly, inviting her touch. “You’re in control,” he reminded her. “Don’t second-guess yourself.” His words steadied her, and she began to knead the tension from his shoulders, her movements slow and deliberate. The intimacy of the moment struck her, and she felt her heart ache with an unfamiliar but welcome warmth.

As the scene reached its peak, Damian shifted subtly, testing the restraints she had placed. “What happens if I resist?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Kaelis’s lips curved into a small smile. “You don’t,” she replied, her voice firm. Damian chuckled softly but complied, settling back into the chair. The dynamic between them felt playful yet charged, the balance of trust and control deepening their connection in ways Kaelis hadn’t anticipated.

When Kaelis finally untied the silk scarves, her hands lingered on Damian’s wrists. “How did I do?” she asked, her voice quieter now, the vulnerability of the question evident.

Damian took her hands in his, his touch warm and steady. “You did beautifully,” he said, his tone filled with pride. “You stepped outside your comfort zone and trusted yourself. That’s not easy.”

Damian stood, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “You have no idea how proud I am of you,” he murmured against her hair. Kaelis exhaled shakily, the weight of the moment settling over her. Damian mirrored the vulnerability she had felt during the scene, and their emotional intimacy deepened.

After the intense emotional connection, Damian started trailing soft kisses along Kaelis’s neck and collarbone. His hands slowly made their way down to her pants, popping the button open. He looked up at her, seeking permission. When she nodded, he slid his hand inside, finding her warmth.

Damian’s fingers gently parted her folds, feeling her wetness. He groaned against her neck, “Fuck, baby… you’re soaking.” He started circling her clit with his thumb while his index finger slowly slid inside her. Kaelis gasped, her head falling back.

Damian took advantage of her exposed neck, kissing and sucking softly. His finger curved up, hitting that perfect spot inside her. “God…” Kaelis whimpered, spreading her legs wider. Damian added another finger, pumping slowly while his thumb works her clit.

Their breaths became heavy, mingling together. Damian’s mouth found hers, claiming her in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm. The combination of his actions and kisses drove Kaelis wild. She started moving her hips, riding his hand shamelessly.

Damian broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her body possessively. He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her legs up and wrapping them around his shoulders. “Spread wider,” he growled, his voice muffled against her inner thigh. “Let me eat you out till you scream.”

Damian buried his face between her legs, his mouth immediately finding her clit. He sucked and licked mercilessly, his fingers still inside her, twisting and curling. Kaelis was reduced to moaning and crying out his name, her body shaking violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body spasmed, her inner walls clenching around his fingers. Damian lapped at her pussy eagerly, drinking up her juices. “There we go… good girl.”

They moved to the couch, Damian pulling her down beside him as he reached for a glass of water. He handed it to her, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Drink,” he said softly.

Kaelis obeyed, the cool water grounding her as she processed the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Damian’s hand rested lightly on her knee, his touch steady and comforting.

As they sat together, Damian encouraged Kaelis to share her thoughts. “What did you think?” he asked, his tone free of judgment.

“It was… different,” Kaelis admitted. “But I liked it. I didn’t think I could do it, but you made me feel like I could.”

Damian smiled, his pride in her evident. “That’s because you can,” he said simply.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but the bond they had forged during the scene remained tangible. Damian’s hand stayed on hers, his presence a constant source of reassurance. Kaelis felt her heart swell with gratitude—not just for the trust he had placed in her, but for the way he made her feel capable, confident, and seen.

As the evening wound down, Damian guided Kaelis to the bedroom, insisting she stay the night. “You’ve earned some rest,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Kaelis didn’t argue, allowing him to wrap a soft blanket around her shoulders as they settled into bed. Damian pulled her close, his arms a protective cocoon around her. “You were incredible tonight,” he murmured. “And I’m honored you trusted me enough to take control.”

Kaelis closed her eyes, her body and mind at ease as she drifted off into Damian’s arms. The experience had been unlike anything she’d imagined, but it had also shown her a new side of herself—a side she was eager to explore further. With Damian by her side, she knew there was nothing she couldn’t face.