Teaching Damon a lesson

**Warning, graphical sexual content. This chapter will include BDSM as well as degradation and a very strong dom/sub dynamic**
"Now, Mistress, do you think you could punish me for being such a *bad* boy?"
I smirked up at Damon and nodded. He wanted to be punished? Well then, I'd *punish* him.
"Let me first go and get cleaned up," Damon said and then he attempted to move from the bed, but I grabbed him, and pinned him down.
"No, you're going to stay right fucking here. I'm going to clean you up." I growled as I began crawling downwards towards his hips. I removed the condom from him and began licking my lips.
"Punishment starts now," I said before lapping my tongue slowly against his tip allowing his salty flavour to enter my mouth. He bit his lip and sank deeper into the sheets, enjoying the feeling of my tongue against him, especially when he was this sensitive. Slowly I began my tongue movements around his entire shaft, trying to take as much of his cum into my mouth, and once he was clean, I removed my lips from him. By now he was rock hard and erect again. I smirked at how much fun torturing him was going to be.
"I don't like it when your hands aren't bound, so-" I removed myself from the bed and walked towards my cupboard, got out my ropes and cuffs and began nearing him again, "I'm going to have to restrain you."
I then began binding his limbs to the bed posts until he was utterly and completely vulnerable.
I took a step back to admire my work, and once I was satisfied took a trip back to my cupboard for the collar and leash before I returned and began placing the items around Damon's neck.
"There," I said, once I had finished, "Now you look like *my* bitch. Say it for me Damon."
He smirked before uttering, quite confidently, I might add, "I'm your bitch, Mistress."
"Good boy. Now, pant for me like a dog," I asked, leaning down and hovering over him like he did with me moments ago.
He stuck out his tongue and began panting like a dog and midway I leaned in, taking his tongue into my mouth as I began kissing him in a messy, dirty fashion, exchanging more of my saliva with his than I ever had before. Damon moaned hungrily into my mouth and struggled against the cuffs, regretting that he could not touch me.
Slowly I parted from his lips, leaving a trail of saliva from his lips to mine as I moved my lips away from his. By now he was panting and dripping in pre-cum. The thought had me getting wet as well- the fact that just my lips and tongue had this type of effect on his body.
I then started trailing my fingers along the skin of his chest and abdomen and then began to speak, ready to taunt and torture him some more.
"You said you wanted me to punish you for being a bad boy. Can you tell me, Damon, what you did that was so bad?" I asked. It was a trick question, but he didn't know it and so he began forming a whimpered answer.
"Because I took c-control from you, M-Mistress. I d-dominated your body."
I shook my head no and delivered a slap to his cheek, forming a bright, red mark across his face and then I used the collar and leash around his neck to turn his face towards mine before I began running my free hand through his hair.
"Wrong. You, Damon, are being punished because your Mistress needs to show you what true pain and pleasure is. You're too gentle, but then again, that's what I like about you. So, after your punishment, I will reward you if you take all of your punishment like a good boy..." I then paused and shook my head as a more vulgar term appeared in my head, "No, take it like a good *slut*, then I will reward you."
Damon bit his lip at the term, truly a sucker for submitting to me. "Yes Mistress, I'll do anything you say. I'll be a good slut for you Mistress. Now please, *Punish me!*" He whined out so desperately I was afraid he'd burst into tears. Was this the same man who had pinned me down just moments ago? It almost seemed impossible and, I had to admit, Damon's ability to switch from being a dominant to a submissive was mind blowingly attractive.
I sat up, leaning on my legs which were on either side of his torso and then looked down at him darkly before elongating my claws and uttering, "Good boy, now let me show you pain."
With that I quickly dragged my claws against his skin, once, twice, thrice, until Damon's back was arched, and he was whimpering in sweet pain. His chest was covered in blood and my claw marks and I began leaning down, lapping away at the blood as the scratches began healing which made Damon moan lowly.
"More pain, Mistress. Break me please, I want you to tear me apart, destroy me until all I feel is your pain and pleasure." He uttered.
Good God, he was turning me on. If he wanted more pain, then I'd give it to him gladly, as long as he kept on begging me like that.
I crawled down towards his bound ankles and began untying the ropes for my next form of punishment.
"Legs together and turn your body so that you're on your side. I think it's time I spank you. A dirty boy like you deserves to be spanked for being so naughty."
Damon placed his legs together and then slowly rolled over as far as he could go with his arms still being bound. I neared the back of him, rubbed my hands together before executing a hard slap to his ass. He yelped and jerked, and I waited a moment before delivering another slap, and another, with the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with his yelps and aroused moans. I could tell he was enjoying it as he began hardening even more and pre-cum began spilling onto the bedsheets.
"Do you like that Damon? Do you like it when I spank you, my *good little slut?*" I uttered out, completely overtaken by my need to fill him to the brim with as much painful pleasure as I could.
Damon nodded and then whined, "Y-yes Mistress, I like it when you spank me!"
By now his ass cheeks were red and warm and so were my hands with the stinging sensation still lingering across the surface of my palm which I savoured, and I rubbed my thumb over the skin of my palm.
"On your back, now," I demanded, and Damon began rolling back onto his back so that his sexy, flushed face was facing me. He looked so absolutely consumed by pleasure and desperation that I wasn't sure whether he knew what to do with himself. But I did, as I gripped at his collar and stared him in the eye. I noticed how red flecks began swirling within the hazel pools, driving his lust through the roof as even his wolf side had begun chasing after the feeling of sweet pain.
Slowly I lifted my hand to his face and ran my thumb against his lower lip making it quiver and causing him to gasp in anticipation.
"Keep your eyes on me," I uttered before letting go of the leash causing his head to fall harshly onto the pillow below it. He did as I said with his eyes on me as I brought my hand to my mouth. Slowly I began to drag my tongue across the palm of it and then I began placing my fingers into my mouth, coating my entire hand in saliva. Damon watched me, aroused and excited and soon I began placing my wet hand onto his hard, erect length. He shut his eyes immediately and moaned out, still with his eyes on me. I moved my hand slowly, soaking it in his cum as well, as I began stroking it up and down from his shaft to his tip and then from his tip down the shaft. I even began twisting my hand movements around him and that seemed to drive him to the edge as he began thrusting his hips against my hand and biting his lip while looking me straight in the eye. I really wanted to let him keep on thrusting because that look he had was literally the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. But I could not let him have his reward so easily and so, with as much willpower as I could muster, I began trying to prevent him from moving his hips.
"No no no! I can't have you pleasuring yourself like this, you dirty, naughty little slut. You're being a bad boy again." And as I said this, I shifted, moving closer towards his hips and then pinning them down hard with my forearms as I leaned down and began lapping gently at his tip as my hand continued its movement. Damon hissed lowly and let out a breathy and desperate, "Fuck, Mistress, that feels so good. Your tongue on my tip, and your hand on my shaft... you're going to d-drive me to the e-edge!"
That was the plan, only I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of cumming, not yet anyway. And so, as I began to feel him throb violently between my fingers, I let go completely leaving him whining and whimpering like a disappointed dog.
"You only get to cum when I say so. Only good boys get to orgasm." I said as I grabbed onto his thighs. I planned to do to him what he did to me, only more... intensely.
I began licking at the skin of his inner thigh before taking a large bite, causing blood to drip from my mouth and his leg onto the bedsheets. Damon squirmed underneath me but not once had he taken his eyes off of mine, and not once had mine left his as I began harshly sucking at the bite mark I had just made on his skin.
"Fuck... f-fuck! That hurts so much but it feels so fucking good at the same time I almost c-can't t-t-take it! More Mistress... please!"
I smirked against his skin and bit again going lower and lower as I created more and more deep, red bite marks all over his inner thighs, practically covering them in my teeth marks.
"This," I uttered as I licked my lips, "is how you mark someone as yours. Now your skin will never ever be able to forget me. Even when these marks heal, the feeling of my teeth will still linger as a reminder that only I can do this to your body. Only I can make you submit to me, only I can make you such a desperate, dirty slut. No one else. Now tell me, Damon, who does your body belong to?" I asked as I began to uncuff his arms from the bed posts and I unclipped the collar and leash from his neck. By now he was too consumed by the deep, dark pits of pain and pleasure to even try to take control of the situation. Besides, it was getting nearer to his reward time.
Damon moved his hands so that they were now on my face and he whispered out weakly, "You, Jasmine."
"Good boy," I said softly as I began leaning down to his neck where I began leaving wet kisses all over him making him gasp in pleasure. I made my way towards his ear where I began to take his earlobe between my teeth, licking it slightly as well.
"Mmm, so g-good, Mistress..." And then, I began running my hands through his hair, a movement which made him emit low growls from his chest and caused shivers to move throughout his body.
"M-Mistress... can you reward m-me now. I w-want to cum for you."
I moved away from his ear and then smiled down at him before nodding slowly.
"You've been such a good boy, such an obedient slut for me... I think it is time I reward you." And with this I moved to take another condom out from his drawer and after I tore open the wrapper and removed the rubbery object from it, I began placing it over him slowly, and carefully, so as not to give him too much stimulation. By the looks of it, he was just about ready to explode.
I moved towards his hips with mine over them before gripping him firmly and sliding him inside. I let out a little moan as he began filling me up and my walls, wet and throbbing from his erotic submissive performance, clung to him tightly.
"Fuck Damon... you always feel so good inside of me," I uttered as I dragged my hands up his chest and toward his throat where I began to wrap my hands around them. I felt him gulp and I smiled before squeezing a little tighter. Slowly I began moving my hips against his, taking him deeper inside of me, and immediately his head rolled backward into the pillow and he let out a desperate cry almost muffled out by my choking him.
"Y-yes Mistress, fuck me please!"
And I obliged, digging my hips deeper into him and I started tightening around him every time a muffled, desperate moan escape his lips. He truly did feel amazing inside of me as he throbbed and rubbed against every inch of my walls making me contract around him in desperation. I just wanted this to be as painfully pleasurable as it could be. I wanted his toes curling, his body shivering and his mind completely blown by the time I was done with him. And so, I began increasing the pace and then slowing it down every time I thought he was too close to an orgasm, always making him whine out in protest.
"M-mistress, please!" He uttered by the fifth time I had continued with my torturous varying pace, still with my hands tightly around his throat.
I smirked and tugged at his chin with my fingertips so that he was looking straight into my eyes and then placed my hand back on his throat. He was panting so heavily, and his eyes were so heavily lidded they almost looked closed. His face was red and flushed and warm, and his hair was now in a sexy mess. How I adored this look on his face, the look of total and absolute vulnerability. There was truly nothing quite like it, a look such as this one required an immense amount of trust and I was glad Damon trusted me enough to be so completely weak around and for me.
"Please what?" It came out as a low whisper and I could feel him shiver as the words left my mouth.
"P-please let me c-cum... I n-need to cum..."
I shook my head no as I thrusted into him deeply.
"Beg for it more. Convince me that you want nothing else in this world except for me to make you orgasm."
"P-please Mistress... I'm begging you. I'm so fucking ready to explode in you. P-please make me cum, make me feel pleasure, like I'm floating in the air, drunk on your pleasurable ecstasy. I j-just want to cum for y-you. P-please, please I-I w-will do a-anything..."
I smirked at the last part of his statement and then demanded for him to tell me that he loved me. And he did so, unrelentingly.
"I-I love you Jasmine. I love you s-so fucking much. I love you; I-I love you, I-"
And I cut him off by smashing my hips roughly against his and increasing the pace, finally letting go of his throat and instead placing my hands on his shoulders as I thrusted against him with all my strength, digging his body into the bed, making it creak and knock harshly against the wall. By now I was too consumed by the feeling of pleasure to even mind my volume as I moaned my lungs out, drowning the room in my voice. Damon's own voice mixed in with mine, threatening to consume it as he practically yelled out screams of desperation and pleasure. He was just as close as I was and right before we both reached our orgasms, I managed to utter out loudly, "I love you Damon." With that my body began jerking slightly and my walls tightened around Damon's throbbing shaft before contracting and throbbing as I came harder than ever before. Damon grabbed onto the pillow and screamed out my name as his own orgasm pulsed through his body making him throb harder inside of me as he came. It took a while for us to calm down and, by the time we did, both of us were shivering and in a state of aftershock at how mind-shattering the sex was.
I managed to get off of Damon who then grabbed me and pulled me against him so that we were facing each other with our bodies pressed closely together. I smiled up at him and kissed his sweat-covered cheek before resting my hand against it.
"I love you," I said.
He placed his own hand against mine and then replied with a sweet, "I love you too."
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I'm not going to lie, I truly do love writing these scenes. But during the past few days it has been quite difficult for me to get into the right headspace for them. I however hope that this scene was at least adequately spicy!
Stay safe! Stay healthy! Sending loads of love!