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Chapter Twenty-Six

D amian

Before the last word is out of her mouth, I rip her subligaculum off and toss the scrap of fabric to the floor. Then I prowl between her legs, open her wide enough to see the tension in her tendons, and bury my head between her legs.

I hold back nothing! I let her hear my moan of appreciation as my tongue spears into her and I catch the taste I’ve been thinking about since I pleasured her before. I press in as far as I can go, until my chin is tucked against her slickness and my nose bumps against her sensitive landica .

I wallow in the taste and smell of her. The urge is like something primeval, an instinct as old as man himself. I want to be bathed in her juices, marked by her. More than that, though, I want to make her shatter as she shouts my name.

First, I must reward her in a different way. I let her embrace herself as Domina . Now I want her to embrace the part of her that yearns to bow to my dominance.

I barely leave the clutch of her cunnus to murmur. “Call me Dominus .”

Every muscle in her body tightens as she freezes for a moment. She’s thinking too hard, as she so often does. It doesn’t last long, though. She allows herself to sink back into the mattress as she sighs, “ Dominus .”

“Good girl. So good. Do you want your Dominus to give you release?”

She nods, then seems to embrace this new role as she adds, “Yes, please.”

I scoop my arms under her thighs so I’m in complete control, then get to work as I lick and flick that little pearl of hers. Just as I remembered, she’s so responsive—her head thrashes, little wordless noises burst from her lips, and she grips my shoulders.

I’m pressing so hard that I’m moving her up the mattress.

“Close.” She’s tired, panting from effort. It must cost her dearly, but she manages to add, “ Dominus .”

It’s only now that I enter her with two fingers, quickly finding the rhythm that makes her thighs squeeze me hard enough to bruise. When I grip her pearl between lip-covered teeth and tug, it pushes her over the edge in a release that must feel earth-shattering beneath her skin.

She whines and thrashes as her walls flex against me in a powerful rhythm. Instead of Dominus or Victor , she shouts my true name, which gives me almost as much pleasure as I’m giving her.

My releases are pitiful things compared to hers as it waxes and wanes, building and releasing. I wonder if it could go on forever. When she finally relaxes her tight hold on me, it seems she’s simply too tired to keep feeling so much bliss.

She pulls me up to lie with her side by side as she presses her palms to my cheeks and looks at me as though she’s never seen me before.

Her words bear that out when she says, “I don’t know who I am anymore… Domina , slave, daughter, lover…” Her gaze flits wildly around the room as though she’s looking for answers on the walls or ceiling. “I just know…”

She pauses for so long I lift on an elbow to see if that powerful release put her to sleep, but her eyes are wide open, her brow furrowed as she wrestles with a thought.

“I just know that all the roles I’ve ever played are just that—roles. I’m…” Another very long pause. “Me. I’m me, Damian. And you’re you. And it’s so fucking clear—that’s the only important thing. It’s the only important thing on Earth for the last two thousand years.”

She throws her arms around me and squeezes me so tightly I realize it’s only now I’m seeing her full strength and power.

“My father, with all his education and knowledge, never put anything as eloquently as that, Maya. You’re right. I’m me and you’re you and it doesn’t matter about Tony or the pharma people or whoever else wants to find and control and hurt us. We have each other.”