Say it

**Warning, sexual content**

I literally bolted towards the room with Damon hot on my heels and as soon as we made it inside, he grabbed me from behind and hoisted me over his shoulder then tossed me onto the bed. By now my heart was racing in anticipation. There had been countless times where I had found myself in the clutches of Damon, but never like this, never with that absolutely sexy look all over his face. He honestly looked ready to devour me whole. It was such a refreshing concept, and, admittedly, I was looking forward to him being in control.
I began to crawl up towards the pillows and rested my hands against them as he began climbing on top of the bed in very slow, seductive movements. I felt like prey being cornered off by a predator.
"Look at you, Mistress, practically helpless now." He uttered as he moved closer, and closer until his arms were on either side of my head and his face was mere inches away from mine. I could practically feel his hot breath fanning across my face, and he stared at me with deep, dark red eyes swirling with dominance and lust.
Slowly he began leaning in towards me and he started to move towards the crook of my neck where he left wet, warm kisses along the skin. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling of him touching me as he began snaking his hands around my body, pushing me down and then moving one of his hands to pin my hands above my head. I tried to struggle against his grip, but he was too strong for me. He didn't even need restraints to keep me contained now that he was being guided by his wolf side.
Damon then opened his mouth wide and bit at the flesh of my skin, making me arch into him and cry out in pain and pleasure. The feeling was stinging and yet, there was a rich, pleasurable warmth to it, almost touching on the surface of the feeling I got when he first turned me, only milder and sweeter.
"All mine, you're all mine, Mistress. Your body, your heart, your everything is all mine. Say it, tell me that you're mine and mine alone." He uttered darkly against my skin sending shivers through me.
I shook my head no and felt him smirk before pulling away from my neck and moving up so that he was staring down at my face.
"Fine then," He uttered, leaning in towards my lips, "I'll make you say it."
And with that he gripped at my thighs harshly, unbuttoned and removed my pants swiftly and then began digging his elongated claws into my soft flesh, before moving them upward so that my knees were off the surface of the bed and now bent. He then began digging them into me as he slipped his hands downwards towards the sides of my hips.
"D-Damon, that hurts..." I whimpered.
"If it hurts so much, then why are your eyes closed, and your toes curled? Come on Mistress, be honest, am I really hurting you?"
It was so embarrassing as a dominatrix to admit that I enjoyed this thoroughly, and so I said nothing, and Damon took it as an indication to continue. He slowly retracted his claws and began moving his hands under my shirt, making me whimper again. He was clearly enjoying this too much, as he smiled and bit his lip at my reaction.
Soon, Damon's hands made their way to my bra and he managed to remove it swiftly right under my shirt- no doubt breaking my bra straps- before he began taking my shirt off and tossing both items.
"Beautiful, as always," He said, before leaning down and gently kissing at the top of my chest. His hands then slowly moved down to my breasts where he began to squeeze and knead, sending loud, desperate moans from my mouth which he chose to cover up by covering my lips with his in a kiss. He bit at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth, allowing it to explore every single corner.
His squeezing and kneading motions began to grow more intense, so much so that I was practically on the verge of an orgasm and Damon began to pick this up. Immediately he pulled away from me and gave a disapproving look.
"Uh uh! My Mistress will not cum! Not until she's said that she's mine. Now are you going to say it, or am I going to continue driving you crazy?"
I huffed and looked away from him, showing my clear resistance.
"Never easy, are you Mistress. That's alright, I'll continue enjoying taking every single inch of your body so that physically, you know who you belong to."
God was I looking forward to it! I wanted to see just how far he could take this, how much he could make me all his.
Damon then began moving his kisses down to my chin, along the front of my neck, across my collar bone and then down towards my breasts. He chose the left one to begin licking and sucking at, after removing his hand. I used my own to run through his hair and he let out a few low, hungry growls which were sounds totally different to the ones he made when I was in charge. Everything about him, from the way he violently and hungrily sucked at the flesh of my breasts to the deep, darkness in his eyes screamed of carnal desire.
Damon then began moving his lips from my breasts, down the centre of my abdomen and then to the band of my underwear where he pulled away and hooked his fingers into it. Slowly he began tugging at my panties, right down my legs, and then finally, they made their way across the room and onto the floor.
He turned his eyes towards me and slowly and seductively began licking his lips, starting at the bottom corner, along the surface of his lower lip, the opposite corner, upwards and along his top lip and then he opened his mouth wider as he leaned in between my thighs. But he didn't go to where I assumed, he would. Instead, he began leaving open mouthed kisses against my inner thighs making me moan lowly and call out his name. He growled in response to this and then suddenly, sunk his teeth right into my thigh. I screamed out and clutched at the sheets beneath my body as an intense wave of strange and yet pleasurable stinging sensations shot right through my entire leg.
"This is mine..." He uttered out after removing his mouth from my thigh. His mouth was covered in red and so were his fanged teeth. He then opened his mouth wide again, and bit into the other thigh, making me squirm and tighten my grip onto the sheets again. "And this is mine..."
He then licked his mouth clean of my blood and began moving between my legs again where this time he teasingly dragged his tongue over my soaking wet folds of skin.
"This is definitely mine." He uttered, making me throb for him. Then, without warning, he began sticking his tongue inside of me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and my head began tilting back into the pillow as I let out a breathy, "Damon... more!"
He removed himself from between my legs, lips wet with my wetness and he began crawling towards me.
"I want you to taste yourself on my lips," He uttered before leaning down and kissing me, allowing my own sweetness to fill my mouth. I moaned into him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth and then began running his claws teasingly against my inner thighs.
"Tell me that you're mine, Mistress. Say it, I've asked enough now, and-" his fingers then moved between my thighs and inside of me, making me tighten and throb around them in desperation, "-by the looks of it, you're just aching to cum for me, aren't you, Mistress?"
I whimpered out as he began moving his fingers deeper, soaking them in more of my cum, and then he began pulling them out. He carried on, moving his fingers in and out, in and out, until I was whimpering. All the while, he kept his eyes on my face, engrossed in the look on it.
"Fuck, Mistress, look at that face. It's so red, so desperate, so sexy, I want more of it." He said as he added another finger inside of me, making me tighten and throb even more.
"D-Damon..."
"No, Mistress, don't call me Damon, why don't you call me what you normally do, your good boy. But this time, change the good to bad, because I'm being bad right now, aren't I? Teasing my Mistress, making her all mine, all submissive and vulnerable for me."
If he carried on speaking that way, I was going to orgasm on just his words alone.
"M-my *bad* boy... it f-feels-"
"Good, doesn't it? Now who do you belong to, Mistress?"
He had me right where he wanted, now with three fingers literally inside so deep my toes began to curl and uncurl constantly. He refused to move though, waiting for a good, solid answer to leave my lips. And so, I gave it to him, unable to take more of this teasing, more of this edging.
"I'm yours, all yours..." I practically cried out.
He smirked and removed his fingers, much to my disappointment and began sucking on them.
"But-"
"Uh, not a word from you, Mistress. I want you to save them for what I have planned next. I'm not done with you; you haven't told me you love me yet. That's what I want to hear most."
*He tricked me! The sneaky little... fox.*
Damon reached over towards one of his drawers again and took out a condom. "After our conversation about children, I just want us to be safe, rather than sorry." He said and I nodded, half in understanding, and half just desperate and anxious for him to take his clothes off, put the damn thing on and then take me. I was literally on the verge of tears at how much I wanted him, how desperate I was for him.
Damon sat back down, across from me and began stripping, first slowly and seductively removing his tie from around his neck, then unbuttoning his shirt, his pants and then he took off his shoes and socks and then finally, his underwear, leaving him completely naked. He was so beautiful, I thought, as I began running my hands up and down the skin of his abdominal muscles as he hovered over me, after he had put on the condom and resumed his previous position. My hands then began wandering up to his face where I gently held on to his cheeks. Damon turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss against the skin of my palm before leaning down and spreading my legs further apart.
"Are you ready?" He asked as he stared down at me.
I nodded with my lower lip between my teeth.
Slowly he began thrusting his hips into mine pushing in the tip of his length and then slowly but surely, he began slipping in the entire shaft, filling me up completely. I moaned in response and wrapped my arms around him, clutching at the flesh of his muscular back.
"I'm going to drive you insane until all you can say is 'I love you'," He whispered against my lips.
He began moving slowly, achingly slowly, yet so deeply in me that I was biting my lip so hard I drew blood which dripped into my mouth. Damon saw this and moved his hands to my hair, holding my head in place as he leaned down and dragged his tongue against my lower lip before tugging at it with his teeth and then taking my lips with his. As he did this, he began tugging my hair, yanking at the short strands with each deep thrust he made. I could practically feel his hips right against mine and he moaned deliciously into my mouth. He kept this pace up for a while and soon, I became desperate for more.
"Damon... go faster."
"Firstly, Mistress, that's not how you address me, and secondly, if you want me to go faster, you're going to have to tell me that you love me."
I frowned at him, frustrated, but not frustrated enough to get those words out.
"Fine then, I'm just going to have to get more torturous with you."
I had no clue what he meant until he pulled out and flipped me over so that I was on my stomach and my head was to the side on the pillow, and my right cheek was now right against its soft surface.
"D- I mean my *bad* boy, what are you doing?" I asked, wanting to turn my head up to face him, but he placed his hand in my hair and kept my head in place.
"Don't ask questions Mistress. I don't want to hear any other words except 'I love you'. Otherwise-" He swiped his claws across the skin of my back, making me yelp, "-you get punished. How strange is that my Mistress is being punished by her *Bitch*. How does it feel to submit to me, Mistress?"
It was more of a rhetorical question, that was obvious, but it still had me wondering. How did I feel about being submissive? Usually I was in charge, I held Damon in the palms of my hands... but I couldn't help but wonder if, even now, I had him in my grasp. He *wanted* something from *me*, *I* was pushing him, driving him crazy because *I* had the *power* to satisfy him, to say those words. And so, I wondered if there was power to being submissive? To have my dominant Damon crazy for the words I needed to utter, for the pleasure he wanted to give for that look on my face that he desperately craved. And I wondered if there was in power in being submissive, for Damon too? Perhaps there was, perhaps there was dominance in having your control ripped from you, in giving it to someone else along with your body and your vulnerability.
But my thoughts were cut short as Damon began to grab a hold of my hips, he raised them up and then kept them there. Slowly I began to realise what he was doing, and every single muscle in me began to tense in anticipation. He began entering me again, this time without being gentle and without any warning. I howled out at the feeling of pain almost smothering the pleasure completely and was about to turn my head, but Damon removed a hand from my hips and held the side of my head tightly with his fingers tangled up in my hair. Again, his movements were slow and deep. I wanted to grab at him and force him to go faster and so I tried to reach up. Damon saw this and gave a breathy chuckle before removing the other hand from my hip and grabbing both of mine and then pinning them right up above my head. To do this, he began resting more of his weight on me, allowing his hips to thrust deeper so that his hips were touching right against my ass.
Damon, I could tell, was using every single ounce of willpower to keep from thrusting into me as hard and fast as he could. That was evident by the low growls and moans he let out every time he thrusted.
"C-come on Mistress, are you really going to make me work for it?" He asked in a heavy pant.
I nodded and then let out a moan as he thrusted even deeper.
*Were those fireworks I was seeing?*
"Fine then," He then thrusted in, deep and slow, and then just stayed there for a moment. "I'll go even slower, Mistress."
And he truly did, going deeper and slower, allowing me to feel every inch of him stretching me out, filling me up, claiming my dripping walls as his, and eventually I became extremely frustrated, to the point where I even attempted to thrust back into his hips or at least grind my ass against them. But again, Damon put an end to my attempt to defy him as he forcefully used his hips to bring mine flat onto the bed. Now he rested all of his weight on me, making sure I could not get up from this flat position on the bed and as such, I could not move my hips at all.
"Come on Mistress, say it. Say you love me..."
I couldn't take it. I had reached my limit. I was soaked not only in cum but in desperation, and now, I really would say anything, even those words.
"I-I love you."
He gave a hard thrust making me arch my back underneath him and I let out a low scream.
"Say it again."
"I love you... fuck, I fucking love you Damon, now please, I'm begging you to fuck-"
But I was cut off as he began to thrust hard, deep and fast into me, panting, growling and moaning loudly with every single thrust he made. I was none the better, moaning my throat raw. By now he had removed his one hand from mine, and so I began to dig them into the bed sheets.
"Damon! Fuck! More please..." I yelled out.
"More? As you wish, M-Mistress..." He growled darkly into my ear before freeing both of his hands up to grip at my hips and move them roughly against his.
"Goddess, J-Jasmine, I'm so fucking close I could just... just-" And with that he let out a loud, high-pitched moan filling the entire room up. That was what sent me over the edge too and I orgasmed so hard I was screaming his name over and over again along with an 'I love you' here and there.
Damon rolled off of me, panting heavily and covered in sweat. I was in the same position, still savouring that intense feeling of deep and passionate pleasure I had felt just moments before, hoping to engrave it into every single muscle in my body.
"That was fucking amazing..." He uttered next to me. I agreed with him and moved closer. He turned his head towards me and developed a mischievous look on his red face.
"Now, Mistress, do you think you could punish me for being such a *bad* boy?"
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So, an imortant question was raised here. Is there power in being submissive? Do you think Jasmine still had power over Damon when she submitted to him? Also please pay attention to the warnings in the next chapter, there will be BDSM and degradation included!
Stay safe! Stay healthy! Sending loads of love!