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Chapter twenty

The Ultimate Scene

K aelis Monroe stood in the dimly lit playroom of Damian Blackthorn’s penthouse, her pulse thrumming with anticipation. The air carried the faint scent of leather and sandalwood, grounding her in the moment. Damian stood before her, his presence commanding yet reassuring, his dark eyes watching her with quiet intensity. “Tonight,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, “I want you to surrender in a new way. To let go completely.” The words sent a shiver down her spine, her body already primed for whatever he had planned.

He stepped closer, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “This is about trust,” he continued, his fingers tracing her jaw lightly. “I’m going to take away your sight, your ability to move, and your sense of time. But what remains,” he murmured, his lips just inches from hers, “is the certainty that I will take care of you.”

Kaelis swallowed hard, nodding. “I trust you,” she whispered.

Damian smiled, pressing a brief kiss to her forehead. “That’s all I need.”

He guided her to the center of the room, where a sleek padded table awaited. She had seen Damian use it before, but never like this. At its sides, silk ropes dangled, waiting to encircle her wrists and ankles. A blindfold and noise-canceling headphones rested beside them, making her stomach tighten with a delicious mix of anticipation and nerves. “You can stop this at any time,” Damian reminded her, his tone patient. “Say your safe word, and everything ends.”

Kaelis inhaled deeply. “I won’t need to,” she said, her voice steady.

Damian chuckled, his pride in her evident. “We’ll see, little one.”

His hands moved to the hem of her robe, slowly slipping the fabric from her shoulders. The cool air kissed her skin as he took his time, savoring each inch he exposed. “You are stunning,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving her body. Kaelis’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Damian reached for the blindfold, his fingers brushing against her temple. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, his voice low. She obeyed, her world darkening as he secured the silk over her eyes.

Damian’s touch on her skin was electric as he began to tie her wrists and ankles to the table with the soft ropes. She could feel his eyes on her, admiring her bound form. Once he was satisfied with the restraints, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body already tense with anticipation. He ran his fingers up her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider. He knew she couldn’t see him, only feel what he did to her.

She arched against the restraints, desperate for more. He smiled, knowing her body responded perfectly to his touch. His other hand moved to her breast, pinching the nipple lightly. The dual stimulation had her gasping loudly, though she couldn’t hear herself. He maintained the perfect rhythm - fast, then slow…

As he slowed down, he whispered in her ear, “You’re soaked, little one. Your pussy is greedy for my touch.” Then he sped up again, his thumb pressing hard on her clit. Damian pushed two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit that sensitive spot. “Come for me.”

Her body reacted instinctively to his command. An intense orgasm ripped through her, her internal walls clenching around his fingers. He kept going, prolonging her release, his voice low and commanding, “Keep coming, sweetheart.”

Damian didn’t let up. He knew she was sensitive, but he also knew she could take more. He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot relentlessly while his thumb continued to work her clit in fast, rough circles.

The loss of sight heightened everything else. Kaelis listened as Damian moved, the rustle of fabric, the subtle creak of leather as he adjusted his stance. Then, his fingers brushed over her arm, ghosting along her skin in a barely-there touch that sent a tremor through her.

“Good,” he praised. “You’re already responding so beautifully.” His hands guided her to lie back on the table, positioning her carefully. He made sure to check again that she was comfortable before continuing. “Not too tight?”

“No,” she breathed, her pulse quickening.

Damian checked to verify she was secured fully, her body now completely at his mercy. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now, we take away sound.” He lifted the noise-canceling headphones, slipping them over her ears. The room’s ambient sounds faded instantly, leaving her cocooned in silence. A deep, steadying breath filled her lungs. Cut off from sight, sound, and movement, all she could do was feel.

Damian’s touch returned, slow and deliberate. He alternated between light caresses and firm strokes, each one designed to keep her guessing. Without sound, she couldn’t predict where he would touch next. A feather traced the curve of her stomach, its softness making her shiver. A moment later, his warm breath skimmed over her skin, teasing her further. The contrast was intoxicating.

He introduced different textures—a strip of velvet, the cool kiss of a metal chain, the warmth of his palms. Each sensation left her body tingling, desperate for more. He paused occasionally, letting anticipation build before moving again. Without sight or sound, every touch became magnified, every moment stretching endlessly.

A warm, slick sensation glided over her thigh. Kaelis’s breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. Damian chuckled softly, though she couldn’t hear it. “Relax,” he whispered, knowing she wouldn’t hear him but saying it anyway. He continued his exploration, drawing soft moans from her as he tested the limits of her endurance. Her fingers curled instinctively though the ropes kept her in place. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. And yet, she had never felt so safe.

As the scene built, Damian shifted the rhythm, playing with pleasure and denial, his expertise keeping her hovering on the edge. Kaelis’s body writhed in its restraints, her breath ragged. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him, but she could feel him. And that was enough.

Damian watched her writhe intensely, his cock straining against his pants. He quickly undid his zipper, stroking himself leisurely as he admired her helpless form. With his other hand, he roughly fondled her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this - completely at my mercy.” His voice was raw with desire. He increased the speed of his cock as he leaned down, sucking one nipple hard into his mouth. His free hand moved down, ruthlessly rubbing her clit while he continued finger fucking her.

Lost in lust, Damian’s hips jerked erratically as he stroked himself faster, pre-cum leaking steadily. He groaned against her breast, the vibrations sending shock waves through her hypersensitive body. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and shoved his cock deep inside her with one fierce thrust.

He began fucking her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass. The sound of his hips colliding with her restrained body filled the room. He leaned down, biting her neck hard as he pounded into her. “Take it, little one. Take my cock like a good girl.”

“Your pussy is so FUCKING tight; it’s like a vice around my dick,” he growled, his words dripping with primal need. He wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing lightly as he continued to thrust mercilessly. “I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”

Damian suddenly pulled out, his cock glistening with her wetness. He climbed up her body, straddling her stomach. With a rough grip on his shaft, he began stroking himself vigorously, dragging his cock over her breasts and stomach. The sight of her bound and helpless beneath him drove him wild.

A guttural groan ripped from his throat as he reached his climax. Thick ropes of hot cum shot from his cock, painting her chest, neck, and face. He continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop onto her prone form, marking her completely.

Damian leaned back, admiring his handiwork with a wicked grin. He could see the desperate look in her eyes, her body twitching with the need for release. Enjoying her misery, he gently slapped her clit, making her jerk. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

When he finally removed the headphones, the rush of sound was overwhelming. Her own ragged breaths, the rustling of fabric, and the low hum of Damian’s voice grounded her. “You did so well,” he murmured, his hands moving to release the bindings. He massaged her wrists and ankles as he freed her, ensuring no strain lingered. “Come back to me, little one.”

The blindfold was the last thing to go. As it slipped away, Kaelis blinked against the dim light, her eyes searching for Damian’s. He was right there, his gaze warm, his expression filled with pride.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Kaelis swallowed, trying to put the overwhelming sensations into words. “Floaty,” she admitted, her voice breathless.

Damian smiled, helping her sit up. “That’s normal,” he said. “Let’s bring you back down.”

He wrapped a plush robe around her, his fingers brushing against her skin in slow, comforting strokes. He handed her a glass of water, waiting patiently as she drank. “I was completely lost in it,” she admitted after a moment. “It was… intense.”

Damian pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And did you feel safe?”

Kaelis met his gaze, her heart swelling. “Always,” she whispered.

They sat together for a long time, Damian’s arm around her, his presence steady. He let her process in silence, only speaking when she was ready. “I never thought I could give up that much control,” she admitted, leaning against him. “But with you, it felt right.”

Damian smiled, his fingers trailing along her arm. “Because you trust me,” he said. “And I will never take that for granted.”

Kaelis let out a slow breath, her body still thrumming with residual pleasure. “I want to do it again,” she admitted, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Damian chuckled, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “Oh, we will,” he promised, his voice filled with warmth. “But for now, rest.” He pulled her closer, and Kaelis sank into his embrace, her body and mind at peace.