❤️Valentine's Day Bonus: Beg for it, baby

**Warning, sexual content including light BDSM**
**Jasmine**

By the time I'd returned home it was late in the evening. I'd spent the entire day searching for something meaningful and finally found it- a beautiful platinum chain with a simple beautiful platinum plated key charm with the word "Mine" engraved into it. To match it, I'd gotten the other piece: a heart locket which unlocked with Damon's key. Inside the locket was a small photograph of the both of us. Sentimental, yes, but it was meaningful, and I was quite happy with it. In addition to this, I'd made the decision to stay home tomorrow so that I could be there the second he came home. I thought that I'd give him something which had become very rare: my time.
When I unlocked the door, however, I realised that the house was incredibly quiet. Not only that, but not a single light was on. The whole setting was quite eerie and had me on edge.
"Damon?" I yelled out. My voice echoed out into the house and slowly, I began walking through, not once hearing an answer. So, I just repeated it again, hoping I'd finally get an answer. But again, I heard nothing. I now began to panic, wondering where on Earth my mate had vanished to. And so, I ran upstairs, hoping that he had just gone to bed. But when I reached the doorpost, I froze, stunned at the sight before me. Damon had, in fact, 'gone to bed'. He was fast asleep, half naked and with his limbs tied to the posts of his bed. Alongside him, laid a very long whip- my whip, and around his neck was his sexy leather collar. And so, after quite an amused little analysis, I concluded that Damon had clearly been waiting for me for quite some time; all in the hopes of finishing exactly what he had started this morning.
I chuckled softly, left my bag near the doorway, and then began entering the room, taking care not to be too loud. I made my way to the bed and leaned down a little to glance at my sleeping mate. He was just so precious asleep and so I couldn't help but reach out my hand and caress the smooth, soft skin on his face. However, when I did this, his eyes began fluttering open and a large smirk appeared on his face.
"You're finally here," He muttered out sleepily.
"I see you've been waiting for me?" I said and then sat down beside him. "Why don't I untie you and then you can cuddle up next to me?"
But surprisingly, Damon shook his head and then said quite sternly, "No! I didn't spend hours tied up to this bed just so I could just fall asleep. Don't you think I need to be *punished* for what I did to you this morning?"
*Punished?* He wanted to be punished? I stared down at him for a moment, taking in his desperate, yet sleepy face. The poor sex-crazed thing. If he wanted to be punished, well then, I had no choice *but* to punish him.
With a smile, I removed myself from the bed and began shrugging off my black waterfall collar blazer and then placed it gently on the dressing-table chair. I then began unbuttoning my shirt as I started walking up towards the bed again. Damon now looked at me darkly, watching as I unbuttoned my shirt and slowly his smirk began deepening as well. Once all the buttons were undone, I shrugged my shirt off and then began climbing onto the bed, and over Damon's body so that I was now sitting in his lap. I began running my hands over the smooth skin of his chest making Damon moan lowly.
"Goddess, it feels so good to be t-touched by you." He uttered. I smiled in response to his little comment and then leaned down towards his lips and started kissing him. As I did this, I began running my claws teasingly against the skin of his arms which immediately made him gasp out in pleasure. When he did so, I managed to slip my tongue into his mouth and started to explore every single inch of it. His sweet moans vibrated against the inside of my mouth, only edging me on. My fingers then began moving towards his trousers and soon I started ripping at the fabric, freeing his legs. What was sex between the two of us, without a few torn items of clothing?
When I parted from our passionate kiss, I could tell by the way Damon kept his eyes shut and whined out in disappointment, that he definitely wanted more. And so, to satisfy him, I began laying hot, wet kisses against his neck, occasionally biting and sucking hard on his flesh, making him squirm beneath me. God, Damon was so sensitive, any small little touch from me drove him insane. My hands began roaming the rest of his body as well, and I soon found my way to his underwear and began rubbing him through the fabric, making him hard and begin to throb beneath my hands.
"Fuck! M-Mistress don't t-tease me like that!" He pleaded out desperately as I began slowing down.
"I thought you wanted to be punished?" I whispered against his skin before placing another kiss on his body.
"I do... but I just don't know how long I can keep it in for if you're going to touch me like that!" When he said this, a delightful, sadistic little thought made its way into my brain. I gripped at his collar and brought his face closer to mine so that I could stare into his lustful eyes. "Then I'll just have to test your limits. You are, after all, at my mercy." Breaking Damon in bed was always fun.
I let go of his collar abruptly, making him crash violently onto his pillow, and then gripped at the whip. My first strike was a light little graze against the side of his cheek, sending blood splattering onto the pillow. Damon whimpered but not in pain. His whimper was sweet, soft and desperate, as though the little sound was a shout for me to carry on. And so, I did, striking at the flesh of his abdomen. It wasn't a deep wound but was rather a skin-deep light little slash. I dragged my finger across the wound and when I looked down between his thighs, I started to smile at how excited he had gotten from the pain. He was always such a good little masochist.
"M-Mistress!" He uttered, "I d-don't think I can t-take much more! I-I'm literally on the v-verge of ffucking exploding!" He was now clutching tightly on his restrains, trying his best not to give in to the feeling of pleasure and pain.
I tisked in response to this and tugged at his underwear, ripping through it in the process. "Really my sweet little masochist, can't you hold it in for just a moment more? I'm not done playing with you!" I hissed out seductively. I then slowly began running my hands on the surface of his inner thighs, occasionally digging my fingers deep into his flesh. The reactions I received when I did this were purely delicious and so I began dragging my tongue against the skin of his inner thighs as well, hoping to get an even better reaction. Finally, when I bit hard into his thigh, I got just the reaction I wanted. Damon was practically on the verge of tears, begging and pleading for me to finish him off with his hands and feet struggling roughly against the restraints and his moans now became loud desperate whimpers and pleads.
I moved away from his legs and began crawling over him towards his head. Once my face and his were close enough, I leaned down for another taste of his sweet lips. That's when things became even more interesting, because as we kissed, I began to feel Damon's hands wrap around me and caress at the skin of my back- Damon's hands which, last time I checked had been bound. Immediately, when the realisation set in, I froze and soon, I felt Damon smile against my lips and pull away.
"Checkmate." He whispered out against my lips before grabbing onto me tightly and flipping us over. Immediately I was under him and his hands were on either side of my head as his eyes stared down hungrily at me. Was it just me, or had Damon really begun to enjoy being my *bad* boy?
"D-Damon... what's going on?" I stuttered out, both surprised and turned on by how he'd turned the tables on me.
Damon pecked at my lips quickly before saying, "I have a demand to make, and you are not allowed to refuse me!"
I cocked my head to the side, adamant on teasing him too and then asked, "A demand? You're making a demand? How dare you! I thought I was the only one who-"
But he shut me up by sliding his hand under my skirt and rubbing circles around my entrance, through my underwear. I bit my lip immediately and gasped out.
"Stay home tomorrow." He whispered into my ear. My eyes widened at his request. It seemed that Damon had an ulterior motive- to get me to stay at home- which was ironic seeing as I had already planned on staying at home. But I wanted to see how far he'd go with this. I wanted to know exactly what Damon was willing to do to get me to agree to staying at home, tomorrow with him. And so, I uttered, quite defiantly, "No. I don't think so."
A spine-chilling, devilish smile immediately made its way onto his face and then he leaned in and gently began sucking on the lobe of my ear, making me moan out and squirm under him involuntarily.
"Say yes, Mistress, and I'll have you screaming my name all night. Say no... well then I'll just have to tease you until you're so fucking wet and desperate, you'll agree to anything I say."
Just hearing him say that already had me soaking wet. Of course, I loved being in charge but at the same time, I loved it when Damon took control too. Our relationship was based on give and take and giving was just as good as taking.
"So," I began, running my fingers against his arms, "I guess you're going to have to *punish* me then."
He growled out lowly and smirked, now removing himself from my ear. "With pleasure." He uttered before practically ripping the rest of my clothing off of my body in a rushed, hungry frenzy. He then began teasingly running his fingers against the skin of my neck and I gasped at the feeling. His fingers then moved down across my collar bones and then to my breasts where he slowly began squeezing at the flesh, making me arch my back and cry out and lean my head back against the pillow.
"Does Mistress like being touched like this?" He whispered out lowly.
I bit my lip and nodded. His hands were then replaced by his mouth and I could literally feel the wetness between my thighs soaking into the fabric of the sheets below me.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I felt his teeth teasingly graze at my sensitive nipple. If he kept this up, I was going to give up my little attitude sooner than I would have liked.
"Moan more for me," He uttered darkly, now removing himself from my breast and gently running his fingers down the centre of my stomach and then eventually, right between my thighs. My undoing, however, began with the next few words of his. Words he knew, would drive me absolutely insane.
"Beg for it, *baby*."
And it was then that I broke completely. He had me right where he wanted me.
"P-please Damon... f-fuck me!" I yelled out.
Damon chuckled softly and then kissed at my thigh before uttering out, "Any louder and the whole pack will know exactly what we're doing. Now, before I give you what you want, I need to know that you are going to stay home tomorrow."
"Y-yes. I'll stay home tomorrow."
"Promise?"
"I p-promise." I whined, just wanting to feel him inside of me. Was this still part of his teasing tactic?
Damon smiled widely and then uttered a sigh of relief. "Good! Now-" He grabbed at my shoulders and then flipped us over again, this time, so that I was on top of him again.
"What the-"
"I prefer it when you're the one in control." He said with a smile. Was he serious?
"But... the teasing and the begging."
"It was all so you could stay home tomorrow. And now that you've said yes... well, now *you* can fuck *me*. I was, after all, such a bad, bad boy. Don't you think so, *baby*?"
Oh, he was downright evil! But I was so intoxicated by lust that I couldn't even find it in me to tease him anymore. So, if it was pain he wanted, well then I'd just have to give it to him along with the pleasure.
I hovered my hips over his and slowly began sliding him inside of me, biting my lip all the while. It had been so long since we'd been so intimate with each other, and I'd forgotten the feeling of connection between us.
"Don't be g-gentle," Damon muttered.
I smiled, leaned down and kissed his lips before saying, "Gentle? Who do you think I am? I'm going to break you Damon, and you're going to enjoy every single moment of it."
Slowly, I began moving my hips, bringing them against his and then pulling them away. I decided on a painfully slow pace, just to irk him a little while still enjoying the pleasure of having Damon inside of me and the feeling of being connected.
"Baby please, fuck, please go faster."
Again, he was using my weakness against me! And so, hypnotised by the power of the cheesy nickname, I placed my hands on the surface of his hard chest and began increasing my pace, uttering a few loud moans myself. The feeling was absolutely indescribable, the absolute epitome of sensuality. Skin on skin, covered in sweat, soaking wet and panting like sex-crazed beasts.
"Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh f-fuck! Rougher, just a little rougher please!" He whined out. He then moved his hands to the sides of my hips and began guiding them against his own hips, helping me to increase the pace of my hips. I could feel myself nearing the edge, with tears welling up in my eyes, my body beginning to shake and the desperate, hot feeling in the centre of my stomach was beginning to become unbearable.
"I can't t-take it anymore!" Damon yelled out, before reaching his orgasm and cumming. As he did, his hands gripped at my hips, just a little rougher, and he arched his back. The look on his face was absolutely breathtaking, all contorted up in pure pleasure.
I was not far behind either and soon found myself in the deeply addictive clutches of a breathtaking orgasm. Why did it always feel like I was floating in the softness of the clouds in heaven every time? It was a deep, profound feeling of pleasure, one which escalated all because it was a feeling a shared with Damon. And so, as I came down from my high and collapsed on his chest, I whispered out softly, "I love you so much."
"I love you too. More than I've ever loved anyone else in my entire life." He uttered back and then placed a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling me closer towards him and wrapping his arms around me tightly. It was then that I realised that I too loved him more than I'd ever loved anyone in my life. And I thought to myself then and there how lucky I was. Even though I didn't truly believe in the Moon Goddess, I secretly thanked her for pairing me up with him. There was no one in this world I'd rather have by my side than this masochistic pain-in-the-ass.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I had so much fun writing it. Also a reminder to check out the sequel, **"Seducing Lucien"** if you haven't as yet!
Stay safe! Stay healthy! Sending my love!💕