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Chapter twenty-three

Love and Lust Collide

T he weekend had only just begun, but the weight of what they were exploring settled over her like a warm embrace. Damian guided her to the bed, his touch reverent as he laid her down, his eyes dark with something more than just lust—something deeper, more consuming. “This weekend is about us,” he said softly, brushing his lips over her knuckles. “About what we mean to each other beyond the scenes, beyond the rules.” His words sent a shiver through her, her body already responding to the intimacy of the moment.

He began slowly, his hands tracing along her body with a patience that made her ache. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement a silent vow. Kaelis surrendered beneath him, letting him unravel her piece by piece, her heart pounding as their connection deepened with every kiss, every whispered word of praise. Damian was worshiping her—not just as his submissive, but as his equal, his partner.

By the time morning arrived, Kaelis woke to the feel of Damian’s fingers stroking lazily along her spine. The weight of the collar still rested against her throat, a constant reminder of the devotion they had shared the night before. She stretched, sighing contentedly as Damian’s lips brushed against her shoulder. “Good morning, little one,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” she whispered, tilting her head to look at him.

He reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips. “How do you feel?” he asked, his gaze searching hers.

Kaelis bit her lip, considering her answer before giving him the only truth that mattered. “Like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Damian’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against her knuckles. “That’s all I could ever want.”

Damian pulled Kaelis on top of him, making her straddle his hips. He captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She whimpered, feeling his morning erection pressed against her belly. He guided her hips, making her grind against him. “Morning sex.”

Damian reached down, stroking his hard cock and rubbing the tip teasingly against Kaelis’s slick entrance. “Ride me,” he ordered huskily, his hands grasping her hips. Kaelis sank down onto him with a moan, taking his full length deep inside her still-sensitive pussy.

Kaelis started to move, lifting herself nearly all the way off Damian’s cock before sliding back down, setting a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each downward thrust, enticing Damian to reach up and grope them roughly. He rolled her nipples between his fingers as she rode him, encouraging her pace.

“Fuck yeah, bounce on my dick, you slutty little whore,” Damian groaned, slapping Kaelis’s ass hard as she rode him vigorously. Her pussy squelched obscenely each time she impaled herself, dripping juices down his shaft and balls.

“Yes, my daddy’s big, thick, perfect dick!” Kaelis purred, throwing her head back and arching her spine to push her chest out more. “It’s the only one I’ll ever take, the only one that makes me feel whole!”

“God, I love when you talk dirty like that,” Damian growled, cupping her ass cheeks and spreading them. “Only you take my seed, baby. Only your pussy milks my cock.” He captured one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard. “You love this dick?”

Kaelis moaned deeply, grinding her hips harder against Damian. “Fuck yes, I love this dick! It’s the only thing that can make me feel so full and dirty at the same time. Your cock is my addiction, my obsession.” She leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Damian wrapped his arms around Kaelis’s waist, lifting her up slightly so only the tip of his cock remained inside her. Then he pounded into her mercilessly from below, making her tits bounce wildly and her body jerk with each thrust. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes! God, yes!” Kaelis screamed, her nails digging into Damian’s chest. “Use me like a little fuck doll! Give it to me hard, baby! Spank my ass!” She pushed back against him to meet each brutal thrust, making her ass jiggle.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room as Damian’s large hand connected with Kaelis’s bouncing ass, leaving a red handprint. “You’re such a good girl, taking this dick so well,” he praised, spanking her again and again as he continued to pound into her.

“I’m gonna cum, baby! Cum with me!” Damian roared, his hips slamming against Kaelis’s ass. Kaelis threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as they came together, her pussy convulsing around Damian’s cock, milking him for every last drop.

As Damian’s thrusts finally slowed, he wrapped his arms around Kaelis, pulling her down onto his chest. “I love you,” he panted, planting soft kisses on her lips.

Kaelis smiled, kissing him back just as gently. “I love you too, baby.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of soft touches and quiet moments, the kind of intimacy that required no words. Damian led her through a slow morning, feeding her from his plate, kissing her wrist absentmindedly as they read in silence, and wrapping his arms around her from behind as they moved through the space. It was different from their usual play—gentler, sweeter, but no less intense.

When evening arrived, Damian guided her to the playroom, the shift in atmosphere sending a thrill through her. “Tonight, I remind you why you wear my collar,” he murmured, his hands slipping to her waist. The familiar power dynamic settled between them, but this time, there was something more in the air—a tenderness woven into the control, a deep affection layered beneath the authority.

Kaelis stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. Around her neck was a thick black leather collar with a small silver tag that read “His.” She touched the collar softly, smiling at how it made her feel possessed and desired. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her.

Damian’s large frame appeared behind Kaelis, his eyes dark with possessive desire. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot wearing my collar,” he growled, gripping her hips possessively. “Your pussy still dripping for me, baby? Let me check.”

Damian grabbed the leash attached to Kaelis’s collar and pulled gently, guiding her backward until she was pressed against the mirror. He captured her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue dominating hers as he pushed his fingers into her still-slick pussy. “Mmm… Goddamn, you’re soaked,” Damian purred, stroking her sensitive clit. “Been dripping since I put my collar on this pretty neck.” He nipped at her ear, voice low and dirty. “Bet I could bend you over right here and fuck you stupid against this mirror.”

Kaelis moaned and pushed her hips forward, seeking more contact. “Please.” she whimpered, her reflection’s eyes heavy- lidded with desire. “Fuck me hard against the mirror. I want to watch you use me, watch your dick stretch my little pussy open.”

Damian snarled possessively, wrapping the leash around his hand and giving it a firm tug. “You want me to fuck you hard, baby? Want me to remind you who this pussy belongs to?” He unbuckled his pants with his free hand, freeing his already-hard again cock.

“Get the lube,” Damian ordered darkly, watching Kaelis’s reflection. She quickly grabbed the bottle from the drawer, squirting some onto her hands. “Now massage my dick like a good girl,” he commanded, pulling sharply on the leash. “Make it slick and slidey.”

Kaelis wrapped her small hands around Damian’s thick length, spreading the lube up and down. “Like this, baby?” She twisted her wrist, making his hips jerk forward.

“Mmhmm,” he watched his reflection, seeing her tiny hands work his length. “Turn around,” he growled, spinning her roughly so her palms pressed against the mirror. Then he kicked her legs wide. “I’m gonna fuck you like a little pony now, baby.” With one hand gripping her hip and the other holding the leash, he slammed into her.

Damian rode Kaelis hard, his cock plunging into her depths with animalistic fervor. The lewd slap of flesh on flesh echoed obscenely as he pounded into her, each thrust grinding her clit against the mirror’s cool surface. “Take that dick, you slutty little mare.”

“Fuck me harder, baby!” Kaelis moaned, watching how their bodies met in the mirror. “Shit… feels so good… your cock stretches me so fucking perfectly!” She pushed back against each thrust, meeting him halfway. “You fucking own this pussy, don’t you?”

Damian snarled, gripping her hips harder, leaving bruises. “Damn right I do, you little whore.” He leaned over her, his hot breath on her ear. “This pussy is mine. I’ll fuck it whenever I want, however I want.”

Damian’s grip on the leash tightened, and he yanked Kaelis back onto his cock harder, each thrust more brutal than the last. “You like that, you little slut? You like getting fucked hard against this mirror?” He slammed into her with such force that her breasts bounced violently.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Kaelis screamed, her pussy clamping down hard around Damian’s thickness as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She arched her back, pressing her ass out further and taking him deeper. “Fuck me through it, baby! Make me cum on your cock!”

“God damn, that was intense,” Damian panted, collapsing against Kaelis’s back. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling out slowly and turning her around to face him. “I fucking love this pussy,” he growled, reaching down to cup her soaking wet cunt possessively.

Kaelis let herself be claimed and let herself give in completely, knowing that Damian would never take more than she was willing to give. He pushed her, as he always did, but this time, it wasn’t just about her body—it was about her heart. Every command, every restraint, every whispered word was another piece of their connection, solidifying what they both already knew.

When the night finally ended, Damian untied the last of the silk restraints, his hands moving to cradle her face. “You are everything,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “Not just in this space, but always.”

Kaelis felt her chest tighten, and her emotions swelled inside her. “I love you,” she whispered, the words slipping free before she could stop them. Damian stilled for only a second before his lips captured hers in a slow, searing kiss.

“And I love you,” he murmured against her mouth. “More than you know.”

The rest of the weekend passed in a dreamlike blur of devotion and pleasure, love and submission blending seamlessly. When Sunday evening arrived, Damian led her to the mirror once more, his hands resting on her shoulders. “The collar is yours to wear as long as you choose,” he reminded her. “But this?” His fingers traced the outline of her jaw, his gaze locked on hers. “What we’ve built, what we’ve become—this is forever.”

Kaelis met his eyes, her heart pounding as she reached up, tracing the silk against her throat. “Then I choose forever,” she whispered.

Damian’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I was never letting you go.” He kissed her then, slow and deep, sealing the vow between them with something far more powerful than words.

Kaelis melted into the kiss, letting herself get lost in Damian’s embrace, in the way he held her as if she were something precious. His hands moved to cradle her face, his thumbs tracing slow circles against her jaw, grounding her in the moment. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. “You have no idea what you mean to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, her hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. “I think I do,” she whispered. “Because you mean just as much to me.”

Damian exhaled slowly, his fingers moving to stroke the silk choker that still adorned her throat. “This was never just about ownership,” he said. “It was about us. About trust. About something neither of us was willing to name before now.”

Kaelis nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. From the moment she had stepped into his world, there had been something between them—something bigger than dominance and submission, more profound than lust. It had been woven into every whispered command, every firm but gentle touch, every moment he had spent ensuring she felt safe, seen, cherished. She had fallen long before she realized she was falling.

Damian tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You know that this doesn’t change anything, right?” he said softly. “You are still mine in every way you choose to be. But this?” He pressed a hand to his chest, right over his heart. “This is yours, just as much as you are mine.” The weight of his words settled over her like a warm embrace, a promise she never thought she’d hear from someone like him.

Tears pricked at the edges of her vision, but she blinked them away, not wanting to break the moment. “Then that makes two of us,” she whispered. “Because my heart is yours too, Damian.” The raw honesty in her voice made his grip tighten on her waist, his control slipping just slightly. He had spent so much of his life mastering restraint, but with her, there were no walls, no barriers. Just them.

Damian exhaled sharply before kissing her again, this time slower, deeper, as if he was trying to fuse them together in a way that went beyond just flesh. It wasn’t about dominance or submission at that moment—it was about love, about devotion, about something that neither of them had expected but had been inevitable all along.

When they finally pulled apart, Kaelis rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself be held. Damian’s fingers trailed up and down her back in slow, rhythmic strokes, a silent reassurance of everything they had just shared. “This weekend changed everything,” she murmured, her voice quiet. “Didn’t it?”

Damian hummed in agreement, his lips brushing against her temple. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But in all the ways that matter, it only confirmed what I already knew.” He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look down at her. “You are mine, Kaelis. Not just in play, not just in submission, but in all things.” His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “And I am yours.”

Kaelis closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the weight of his words and promise. When she opened them again, there was no hesitation, no fear. “Then I hope you’re ready,” she said, a slow smile curving her lips. “Because I have no intention of ever letting you go either.”

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. “Good,” he murmured, tightening his hold on her. “Because that was never an option.”

With a final kiss, Damian guided her toward the bed once more, pulling her down into the warmth of their shared space. And as Kaelis lay against him, wrapped in the safety of his arms, she knew with absolute certainty that this—him, them—was exactly where she was meant to be.