Page 25 of Tear Me Down (Descent to Darkness Trilogy #2)

Chapter eleven

Damien

“Need to come that badly, baby?” I graze my hand along her stomach, tracing my fingers across her sensitive skin and traveling lower with every pass.

My touch is soft enough to make her tremble, but not harsh enough to give her what she wants.

I’ve never witnessed my woman touch herself.

Well, in person anyway, and I’m not going to miss the opportunity.

“Do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you caress yourself that night? How badly I wanted to storm into that small apartment and show you what I could do for you?” I grip her hand in mine, my large digits curling around hers as I slide our hands down her soft body, inching closer and closer to what she desires.

“Show me what I missed out on, baby. Show me how you touch yourself.”

The moment our hands are close enough, I feel her fingers move, reaching out and swirling around that delicious clit as the motions control my own hand. She lets out a loud moan and melts into me, her soft hair draping over my shoulder as she flings her head back.

“That’s it, little wolf. Get loud. Tell everyone down there who you fucking belong to,” I growl, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“You…” she whimpers.

“That’s not very loud.” I pinch her clit with her own fingers, demanding more.

“You!” she cries out as she thrusts in our hands, and I can practically feel her pussy clenching as her body tenses.

“That’s right.” I move my index finger to accompany hers, moving with the same pace and pressure that she had herself.

“That’s right, baby.” My middle finger then moves to her entrance, teasing the hole slightly, but never sliding in.

She’s so wet that it glides with ease, coating my fingers and practically dripping down my hand.

“Did you see how all of those men would crumble at your feet?” She thrusts again, silently begging me to slip inside, but I pull back instead, soliciting a high-pitched whine from her lips.

“And if they don’t fall?” I bite her neck, just below her jaw. “I’ll fucking make them.”

“Damien, please…” she begs and slips her own hand back down, borderline desperate. I feel so invigorated. So energetic, and I’m not ready for our little display to end. I quickly jerk her hand up, grasping it in mine and holding it away from her body.

“Who the fuck said you could get yourself off?” She whines again and pushes back against me, that firm, perfect ass smashing my hard dick. So, I push back, giving her another small taste before pulling away. I keep her hand in my grasp, holding her still as I bring what I grabbed up to my mouth .

The coolness of the duct tape grazes my lips before I bite onto the loose end.

A ripping noise rings through the air as I pull the roll out, causing her to jump.

She obviously wasn’t expecting the noise, but I don’t give her much time to react.

I pull her hand behind her, and my perfect, submissive woman falls in line by throwing her other hand in the same place, sending a thrill through my body.

I tape them together, wrapping it around tight enough to restrain her but not to harm her.

“Who will you think of when you touch yourself?” I mumble in her ear.

“You…”

“That’s right. So, even when it’s your fingers doing the work, who gets you off?”

“You do…”

I hum in approval as I run my hands down her body, feeling every dip and curve before I round that desirable ass and deliver a fierce slap. She yelps and then moans as I soothe the sting with my palm.

“Everyone will know, soon enough, that I’m the only way this body finds release.

” I plant my hand between her shoulders and push her forward, bending her over the railing and presenting her perfect cunt.

It glistens from the lights above us, showcasing her desperation.

“I love how wet you get for me. Did me claiming you in front of all of those men turn you on, little wolf?” I shove two fingers inside of her, curling them upward and hitting her sweet spot.

She moans loudly and pushes back against me again—needing more.

I kick her legs apart, spreading her to each post and sinking her lower onto my fingers. She hisses with relief and clenches around me, rocking against my hand before I pull myself away again.

“Don’t you fucking come yet,” I demand. She groans in frustration, and fuck, that does something to me. It makes me feel more powerful than anything else ever has.

Kneeling behind her, I tape her ankles to the metal bars, ensuring that she can’t close her legs and stays open and ready for me.

My face is so close to her exposed cunt that it has me salivating, but this is about more than her pleasure.

It’s about her submission. Her vows. The unwavering loyalty she’s promised me.

So, instead of diving into her delectable arousal, I only swipe the tip of my tongue against her folds, causing her to tremble, before I stand back up.

“You live in our home.” I slap her pussy, causing her to jump and cry out.

“You wear my family’s ring.” Another slap and another cry, building even more energy throughout my already vigorous body.

“You come on my cock.” One more slap before I dive my fingers back inside her, feeling her clench tightly.

“But I’m a needy, possessive bastard, baby.

Tell me what else I want.” I pull out and pinch her clit, listening devotedly as she yelps again and clenches her fists together.

“Everything… ”

“I’m going to need specifics this time, my love.” I slap her pussy again, the sharp motion grazing her clit.

“God, Damien. Please. I need to come. It hurts…” she whines. Her entire body is shaky and tense. The build-up is clearly starting to overstimulate her.

“Tell me what I want first.” I rub her hip again, trying to soothe some of the ache before I rile her back up.

“You want my soul…” she forces out.

“Oh, my sweet girl, I already have that.” I lean down and bite her ass cheek, sure to put enough pressure to bruise, before I stand back up.

“What else? Come on, baby. Fight through the arousal and put your brain back together. Think.” She’s crumbling.

Pushing back against me and melting into a puddle in my hands.

She’s not going to respond and is clearly too clouded to speak more than a few words.

There’s only one thing on her mind, and I can’t decide if feeling her come around my cock is more enticing than teasing her.

I run my hands over her taut, gorgeous body, admiring every inch of her soft skin .

My little wolf loves being commanded, and the fact that my violence also arouses her does something to me.

Turns me into something unholy. I continue to roam her landscapes, every depth and valley, until I reach her lower back just above her ass.

I swipe my thumbs in an outward motion across her skin, pressing just enough to grip her.

“The only thing you're allowed to get tattooed back here is my name. Understand?” She nods as I unzip my jeans and relieve my strained cock, letting out a small breath the moment it’s free from the confines of my pants.

I heard her whimper when my face was so close to her pussy I could taste it, but I want to feel my dick pulse inside of her—feel her come undone by my power alone.

“I'm going to be selfish, little wolf. You are mine, and I'm going to make sure every fucking person downstairs knows it.” I push myself inside her, forcing all of my length through at once.

Her tight walls clasp around me as I hear her moans make their way out of her mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” I can’t help the words that are squeezed from me.

I pull out entirely, my tip still teasing the hole, and then watch as I plunge myself back in.

I do it again. Harder, faster, until I pick the perfect pace and can no longer fully pull out.

“You're so fucking tight, Ashia. Fuck, I love how you spread for me!” I press my weight to her back so I can feel her tight skin over my entire body before I dig my hand in her hair and jerk up, making her look out of the window down to the aggression below.

“My violence turns you on, little wolf?” I give her an extra-powerful thrust, pushing her harder into the railing. “Good!”

I can’t help but yank on her hair again before I continue my tirade, maybe a little too harshly this time, but the way she shivers beneath my grip tells me she doesn’t mind it.

“Marvel over the type of violence that does good in this world. This is your fucking kingdom, baby—you rule over it just as much as I do. I will take this army and wage wars in your name. I may command this army, but you just remember who has all of the real power here. It’s you.

The only one that makes my heart beat and my balls tighten.

” I stand fully and smack her ass, making her yelp.

Her screams ring out and seep into my ears.

“Oh, God! Damien!” she pants.

I reach and yank on her hair again. This time, pulling hard enough to lift her torso to me, her back to my front.

I take her right breast roughly into my hand and pinch her nipple, pulling out and away to make her moan as I reach down with my left hand and find her swollen bead.

I create fast-moving circles around it before pinching at the same time as her nipple, giving her the pleasure that mimics the tightness in my body.

“That’s right, little wolf. I am your God.

You worship me and nothing else, just as I worship you.

” Her taped hands press against my stomach, and I feel her nails dig in deep, maybe enough to mark.

That’s how I know she’s just as possessive as I am—wanting to mark me the same way that I mark her.

I retaliate by biting into her neck, then sucking and licking the pain away, creating hickies in my warpath.

With one final pinch and pull, she screams out as her body shakes and her pussy clenches on my dick. She’s coming to my demanding words, sending me over the edge with her. My balls draw up and my dick swells just before I explode inside her, relishing in the ecstasy that washes over me.

I kiss her flushed cheek as if the taste of her skin is a reward before I carefully remove myself, watching as our combined cum drips from her abused entrance.

Then I wait for a moment and caress her as she comes down, crashing back to earth from the stars.

The trembles in her body relax slightly with my comfort, and her muscles start to unravel the more she breathes.

Once she’s calm enough, I pull up my pants and take my knife out to delicately cut her legs and hands free before I grab onto her, stabilizing her.

She leans back against me in the most adorable gesture, and I encase her in my hold, running my hand over her heaving chest to easily guide her back.

As if it suddenly hits her, her eyes widen as she looks out of the windows to the men at the bottom. Fear and embarrassment flood her face as that swollen bottom lip trembles, and she her entire body tenses again as if she’s now frozen in place.

Fuck, she thinks I’d actually let them watch.

“Damien…” she whines, and it twists my gut. Moving my hand up to her face, I cup it in my palm and caress her cheek to soothe her.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. They’re one-way mirrors.

We can see out, but they can’t see in,” I reassure her, and she instantly relaxes, melting back against me and easing the guilt building in my chest. I move my lips down to hers as I turn her to face me, shoving my tongue through her lips and allowing her to engulf it.

However, I only allow her to for a moment before gently pulling back, ensuring our lips still touch.

“I would never do that to you, and no other man is going to see me fuck what’s mine.

” She nods and rests her forehead against my lips, allowing me a moment of solace before we have to face the chaos I created downstairs.

I step over and bend down to pick up her clothes, not wasting a moment to help situate her again.

“Now, let's get you dressed. You’re going to walk around our kingdom with my cum dripping out of you.”