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Chapter twenty-six

The Forbidden Room

K aelis Monroe followed Damian Blackthorn down a dimly lit hallway she had never ventured into before. The air here felt heavier, charged with an air of secrecy that set her pulse racing. Damian walked confidently ahead, his hand resting at the small of her back, a steadying touch as they approached an unmarked door. When they stopped, he turned to her, his dark eyes searching hers. “What’s behind this door is unlike anything you’ve experienced. Are you ready to trust me with something new?”

Kaelis nodded, swallowing hard but feeling a thrill of anticipation surge through her. “Always,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Damian’s lips curved into a faint smile, approval flickering in his expression.

He unlocked the door with a key and pushed it open, stepping aside to let her enter first. As she crossed the threshold, Kaelis’s breath caught. The room was expansive and darkly elegant, bathed in soft amber lighting that highlighted the array of equipment and tools lining the walls.

Every detail had been carefully curated, from the suspended chains to the shelves of neatly organized implements. At the center of the room stood a striking St. Andrew’s cross, its sleek design both intimidating and intriguing. Kaelis felt a rush of nerves mixed with excitement as she took it all in.

“This is the restricted area,” Damian said, closing the door behind them. “It’s reserved for those who are ready to explore the edges of their limits. And tonight, I think you’re ready.”

He moved behind her, his hands brushing over her shoulders before sliding down her arms. “This space isn’t about pushing you past what you can handle,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “It’s about introducing you to what’s possible, showing you how far you’ve come.” Kaelis turned her head slightly to look at him, her trust in him reflected in her eyes. “I’m ready,” she said quietly. Damian nodded, his approval evident. “Good,” he said. “Then let’s begin.”

He started by removing her robe, his fingers gliding over her shoulders as he slipped the fabric away. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, sending a shiver through her. Damian stepped back, his gaze roaming over her with unfiltered appreciation. “You’re beautiful, Kaelis,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth. “And tonight, I want you to feel that beauty in every way.”

Damian led her to the St. Andrew’s cross, his hands steady as he guided her into position. “This will hold you securely but comfortably,” he explained, adjusting the padded restraints. “Tell me if anything feels too tight.”

Kaelis nodded, testing the bonds as he secured her wrists and ankles. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Damian’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Good. We’ll start slow.”

He began with a soft flogger, trailing it lightly over her skin to let her adjust to the sensation. “This is about trust,” Damian said as he worked, his voice calm and steady. “Every touch, every sound—it’s all meant to remind you that you’re safe.”

The rhythm of the flogger shifted gradually, from featherlight strokes to firmer ones, each movement calculated to build her anticipation and heighten her awareness.

As the flogger fell rhythmically against her skin, Damian stepped closer, leaning his tall frame against hers. He kissed her deeply, the leather thongs whispering against her back as he held her in place with his arms wrapped around her waist. “Look at me,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re doing beautifully,” he whispered, setting down the flogger. He picked up a bottle of warm oil and poured it into his hands. Starting at her shoulders, he began to massage the oil into her skin, his strong fingers kneading away any tension. “The oil will help with any marks.”

Damian continued to massage her, his hands gliding smoothly over her body despite her being secured to St. Andrew’s cross. He worked the oil into every curve and contour, paying special attention to her back, shoulders, and arms. His touch was firm yet gentle, ensuring that she remained relaxed and aroused.

As he massaged her lower back, Damian’s hands slowly slid down to her hips, gripping them possessively. He looked into her eyes, gauging her reaction before slowly inching his fingers beneath the hem of her thong. “May I take this off?” he asked in a low voice.

Kaelis nodded, breath catching as Damian slipped her thong down her legs, fully exposing her. Kneeling behind her, he poured a generous amount of oil along her V-line, the warmth spreading intimately. His fingers worked the oil into her sensitive skin, teasing close to her sex but not quite touching.

Damian continued his sensual massage, pouring warm oil onto her inner thighs and outer thighs. His large hands glided up and down, the oil making her skin slick and shiny. He spread her legs wider, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her core but never quite giving her the touch she craved.

Standing up, Damian reached around to her front, pouring oil over her breasts. His hands kneaded the mounds, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled hard. He pulled her back against his chest, his lips nuzzling her neck as he continued to massage her breasts with skillful hands.

Damian’s hands grew bolder, shaping her breasts roughly and tugging at her nipples until they were aching, vulgar peaks. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against his muscular chest as he continued to manhandle her sensitive breasts. “Damian…”

“Spread your legs wider,” Damian ordered softly, one hand already slipping down her stomach. He captured her mouth again, deeply kissing her as his other hand cupped her breast possessively. His skilled fingers between her legs spread her wet folds, finding her clit.

Damian drizzled more warm oil directly onto Kaelis’s sensitive sex, the slick liquid making her shiver with anticipation. Using two fingers, he massaged the oil into her pussy intimately, spreading it thoroughly. His touch was firm yet sensual, circles around her clit teasing her mercilessly.

Damian’s fingers became more demanding, rubbing her clit in rough, vulgar circles. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her gasps as he pushed two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out with a dirty rhythm. “Fuck,” he growled against her lips, his thumb grinding against her clit.

Damian pulled back suddenly, his hand cracking sharply against Kaelis’s inner thigh, leaving a stinging red mark. “Keep still,” he ordered, giving her other thigh the same treatment. He then grabbed her hips roughly, yanking her back against his hard length as he continued to finger her roughly.

Damian alternated between tools, introducing her to a variety of sensations—the teasing touch of a feather, the cool glide of a metal pinwheel, and the warmth of his hands, which ground her after each new experience. “Breathe,” he reminded her, his voice an anchor. Focus on what you feel. Let go of everything else.”

Kaelis exhaled shakily, her body surrendering to the trust she had placed in him.

When he introduced a vibrating wand, Kaelis gasped, her body arching instinctively.

Damian chuckled softly, his tone filled with approval. “You’re so responsive,” he murmured. “It’s incredible to watch you let go like this.” He moved the wand in slow, deliberate patterns, keeping her on edge but never pushing her too far. Kaelis’s breaths grew heavier, her body trembling under the weight of the sensations.

Damian watched her closely, enjoying the way her body reacted to the vibrating wand. He could see her nipples hardening even more, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. He leaned in, biting her earlobe gently before whispering, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling so sensitive and wet?”

Damian smirked wickedly, pressing the wand directly against Kaelis’s clit. “Bet this pretty little pussy is dripping, huh?” He rubbed the wand in vulgar circles, enjoying how her hips bucked involuntarily. “Fuck, look at you, squirm.”

Damian alternated slaps to Kaelis’s thighs with intense vibrations from the wand, his eyes gleaming with dominant pleasure. “Dirty girl, look how badly you need it.” Thwack! Another slap echoed. He growled, “Arch that back; let me see those slutty nipples bounce.”

Damian secured Kaelis to the St. Andrew’s cross, her wrists and ankles bound tightly. He stepped back, admiring her vulnerable position before stepping forward and attaching the vibrating wand directly to her most intimate area. “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded.

Damian reached between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her. “Your cunt is soaking. Bet you wish it was my dick inside you right now?” He started fucking her with his fingers, pushing the wand deeper. “Shout it out, Kaelis.”

Damian turned the vibrating wand up a notch, the intense buzzing sound filling the room. He pressed it firmly against Kaelis’s clit, holding it there as she writhed against the cross. “That’s it, you filthy slut,” he growled. “Ride that fucking wand.”

Damian slipped three fingers inside Kaelis’s pussy alongside the wand, curling them upward as he pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit. The combination of the wand’s intense vibrations and his fingers hitting her G-spot had her screaming out in pleasure. “Fuck, Damian!”

Kaelis bucked her hips, impaling herself further on Damian’s fingers. “Yes, yes! Fuck my pussy with that wand! I’m so fucking close!” Her voice was ragged, her words laced with desperate need. “Please, Damian, make me fucking cum!”

Damian, seeing Kaelis so desperate and vulgar, decided to push her even further. He pulled the vibrating wand away abruptly, leaving her gasping and needy. “You want to cum, you dirty slut?” he growled, spanking her pussy with his free hand.

With each spank, the unique vibrator hummed against her clit, driving her closer to the edge. Damian alternated between spanking her and pressing the vibrator firmly against her until, finally, he delivered a particularly hard spank just as he turned the vibrator to its highest setting.

Kaelis screamed out, her body convulsing violently as a massive orgasm crashed through her. “FUCK YES!” Her pussy clenched rhythmically, gushing fluids. Damian quickly pressed his palm against her mound, trapping the vibrator as she rode out her climax, utterly lost in pleasure.

As the scene continued, Damian’s focus never wavered. He paused frequently to check in, his voice steady and reassuring.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his hands brushing lightly over her skin.

“Amazing,” Kaelis replied breathlessly.

Damian smiled, pride evident in his expression. “That’s what I want to hear,” he said, adjusting her position slightly to introduce a new dynamic. “Let’s see how far we can take this.”

The intensity of the scene builds gradually, and every moment is designed to deepen her trust and heighten her pleasure. Damian’s hands and tools worked in perfect harmony, each touch deliberate and meaningful. He pushed her to the edge but always kept her grounded, his voice a constant reminder that she was safe. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his tone filled with awe. “I hope you know that.”

When the scene finally reached its climax, Damian stepped back, his hands moving swiftly to release her from the restraints. He caught her as she sagged into his arms, cradling her against his chest as she came down from the experience. “Breathe,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her hair. “You did so well.” Kaelis let out a shaky exhale, her body relaxing into his embrace.

As Kaelis reached her climax, he began to pull the new scenario out of words. Kaelis’s intense response ignited Damian’s own desire. He pulled out the vibrator and pushed his face between her legs, burying his tongue inside her pussy as she continued to cum.

“Fuck, your cum tastes divine,” Damian groaned vulgarity, lapping greedily at Kaelis’s streaming juices. He plunged his tongue deep, swirling it around her spasming walls before pulling back to focus on her clit. “Dirty slut, cum all over my fucking face!”

“Your pussy’s fucking gushing… look at this mess.” He slid two fingers back inside her, fucking her hard as his tongue flicked her clit. “You’re fucking drenched… dripping down my chin.” He plunged his fingers deep, curling them upward to prolong her orgasm.

“Look at you, tied up and trembling… what a fucking sight.” Standing behind her, he positioned himself so his hard dick slid perfectly between her thighs. With each thrust, she could feel his length rubbing against her sensitive pussy lips. “I’m fucking your thighs, baby… Fuck, your legs are so soft and warm… feels like wrapping my dick in a silk blanket.” With a grunt, Damian thrust harder, using her tied-up body as his own personal fuck toy. His dick slid up and down her wet slit, her inner lips stretching to accommodate his size.

With a final growl, Damian pulled back. He grasped his dick tightly, giving it a few quick pumps. Thick, white streams of hot cum shot out, splattering all over Kaelis’s bound body. He covered her stomach and her chest, and even some landed on her face.

When the scene was over, Damian carried her to a nearby bench, wrapping a soft blanket around her shoulders before sitting beside her. He handed her a glass of water, his gaze never leaving hers as she drank. “Talk to me,” he said gently, his hand resting lightly on her knee.

“How do you feel?”

Kaelis met his gaze, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Safe,” she said. “And… powerful.”

Damian’s expression softened his pride in her evident. “You are powerful,” he said. “Every time you trust me like this, you show me just how strong you are.” Kaelis felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, and her gratitude and affection for him swelled to the surface.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Damian leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “No,” he said softly. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Damian’s arm tightened around Kaelis, his presence grounding her as she leaned into him. The heavy silence of the forbidden room felt more comforting than oppressive now, the intimacy of the space amplified by what they had just shared. Kaelis exhaled slowly, her body still humming with the echoes of sensation. “I didn’t know I could feel like this,” she admitted softly, her voice laced with wonder.

Damian’s lips curved into a small smile, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “That’s the beauty of trust,” he murmured. “It allows you to go places you never thought possible, to feel things you didn’t think you were capable of.” His dark eyes searched hers, the pride in his gaze unmistakable. “You’ve come so far, Kaelis.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said honestly. “You’ve made it easy to trust, easy to let go.”

Damian’s expression softened, his fingers tracing a gentle line along her jaw. “That trust is a gift,” he said quietly. “One I don’t take lightly. I hope you know that.”

Kaelis nodded, her chest tightening with emotion. “I do,” she whispered. “And I hope you know how much it means to me that you see me this way—not just as someone to guide but as…” she trailed off, struggling to find the words.

Damian’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “As someone extraordinary,” he finished for her. “Because that’s what you are to me.”

The weight of his words settled over her, filling her with a warmth she couldn’t quite explain. She shifted slightly, turning to face him more fully, her hand resting lightly on his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more seen,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

Damian’s hand covered hers, his touch steady. “That’s because I see all of you, Kaelis,” he said softly. “Every strength, every vulnerability, every part of who you are.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Instead, she let herself sink into his embrace, her head resting against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her. The quiet intimacy of the moment was overwhelming but in the best way possible. She felt safe, cherished, and more connected to Damian than ever before.

After a few moments, Damian’s fingers began to trace slow, soothing patterns along her back. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “And tonight, you reminded me why I do this—why I guide, why I teach. Because it’s not just about control or technique. It’s about connection, about moments like this.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body reacting to the raw sincerity in his tone.

Kaelis tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude. “I never imagined this could feel so… complete,” she said. “Like it’s not just about what we do in these rooms but about what we’re building outside of them too.”

Damian nodded, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That’s because it is,” he said simply. “What we have isn’t confined to this space. It’s something bigger, something that doesn’t have to end when we leave.”

Her chest tightened at his words, the truth of them settling deep within her. She smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m glad,” she whispered. “Because I don’t want this to end either. I don’t want us to end.”

Damian’s hand moved to cradle the back of her head, his gaze holding hers with quiet intensity.

“Then it won’t,” he promised, his voice steady and certain. “This is just the beginning, Kaelis. For both of us.”

As they sat together, the silence of the room became a comforting backdrop to the intimacy they shared. Kaelis felt as though she had crossed another threshold—not just in her journey as Damian’s submissive but in her connection to him as a person. As he held her, his touch a constant reassurance, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.