Chapter 21: Damian
She's unreal and her responsiveness is out of this world. I actually worried that with me in control she wouldn't get off. I get it. We're dominant. I had this nice little checklist for my perfect sub. Before Lydia's orgasm, I couldn't check any of them off my list.
Seeing her come changes everything. I also throw that mental list away. Lydia is just more. More fire. More beautiful. Just more. She fights it and she would bite my head off if I told her she has a hidden submissive running around inside her. What am I thinking? She knows her own damn body.
She knows.
Since seeing her for the first time, I've run so many possibilities through my mind. Asking Lydia about a vanilla relationship was at the top of my list. I was so desperate and willing to give it a try myself if it helped get her out of my system. Now, that's not what I want.
She's a fiery Domme with a submissive streak. Why does she hide it? From what I can tell, she's not a switch. When she plays, she's dominant. This entire situation is tricky at best. I need Lydia to let go. Yes, her last orgasm was spectacular, but it could be so much more.
I know she isn't completely averse to ass play because I've watched her torture subs with it. When she told me no anal I thought she was playing me and being a brat. Her tantrum showed me something different. If I didn't know better, I would think her afraid.
Lydia has so many layers, maybe too many, and I will never understand them all. This last thought travels straight to my cock and it stiffens painfully. Yes. I want to peel back those layers and see what she hides. Discover what makes her tick. And yes, open up to her. I want that connection like I've never wanted it before.
Lydia's mine even if she doesn't know it yet. More than that-I'm hers. I want her to be part of my business and fully integrated in my life. They say we all have another half waiting for us. The instant connection I had with Lydia makes me believe in fate. I'm a practical man and would have told you before that soulmate connections were bullshit. Watching Lydia now, I know it's true. Her green eyes blaze with indignation. It's really sad that I also crave her tears. I want her completely at my mercy physically and mentally. I want her to give in to my domination. I want her begging for my touch, kneeling because it's what she wants, and fucking me. I want nothing about her to change.
She's twisted me into someone I don't recognize.
And the bigger question is... how the hell do I keep her in my life?
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Lydia
My wrist and ankle cuffs remain after Damian releases me from the table. He also leaves the butt plug and nipple clamps. I know he's aware the clamps can't stay on much longer, but I know better than to point this out. If he doesn't take them off soon, I'll scream to the rafters over what an idiot Dom he is.
He steers me to a spanking bench. Regardless of the evidence of my arousal, I will not lose this bet. It's totally a normal occurrence for the silky wetness from my last orgasm to slide down my legs. Okay, slight exaggeration there. This has never happened.
With a firm push between my shoulder blades, he guides me down so my ass is in the air. Without speaking, he quickly secures my wrists and ankles to the bench. I jump slightly when his finger slides between my ass cheeks and stops at the butt plug. I clench my ass tightly, refusing to release the toy when he gives a slight tug. He's quite insistent on playing with my ass, and a soft groan escapes from deep in my throat.
He's so matter-of-fact when he decides to gift me with his voice. "I know you want my cock in here." He twists the damn thing, causing me to fidget. "But it's too late to go back on the contract now." The muscles of my poor abused asshole ache as he continues twisting, pulling, and pushing the damn thing back in. The pain is bearable, just. It also takes me from plus two on the "needs an orgasm scale" to a plus eight. If he touches my clit, he'll have two orgasms in his favor. He stops, places a warm hand on my shoulder, and my cramped toes relax.
"This is the punishment I've dreamed about giving you since the first night we met." His hand slides down my back to the swell of my hip and he leans in close to my ear. "It's going to hurt and you're going to cry. I promise we'll both love it."
Panic sets in. He's doing this on purpose, and I'll be damned if I cry no matter how bad this is. I watch him closely as he heads to the wall and takes down a black leather riding crop. Yeah, the slight mischievous grin on his face when he carries it back over doesn't help my soured mood. I'm lying lengthwise on the bench with my breasts to either side of the ten-inch wide apparatus and my legs hanging over the end. The first touch of the crop on my tender, clamped nipples makes me inhale sharply. I burn from breasts to pussy and I swear my blood catches fire, causing my breath to grow erratic. I actually press my cunt as hard as possible against the leather. Does it help? Hell no.
He stops and moves behind me, where I can't see him. In a very Dom voice, he startles me. "Do you remember the first night we met?" Without giving me a chance to reply, the crop comes down hard across my right ass cheek. The slight squeal that escapes my mouth pisses me off. I inhale, count to three, and then exhale. I can take this.
"I expect an answer." The crop lands again in the exact spot as the last strike. I hold back a groan.
"Yes," I reply between clenched teeth. "I remember."
This time the crop slides across the flesh of my left cheek. "Did you really think I would hurt you?" The crop lands again. The pain is more intense because he strikes the same spot twice.
"I didn't know you," I manage to say after I exhale.
"You're so beautiful, a witch in disguise." The next strike lands on the tender skin right beneath my butt cheek. "You sent me flying over your shoulder." The second strike, the same. This is all a prelude to ten strikes in a row shared between the tender skin on the back of my leg and my ass cheeks. I'm barely holding it together when he speaks again. "I wanted to strangle you, but more than anything, I wanted to fuck you." The crop lands on my exposed pussy and the scream I've been holding back rips from my throat.
Okay, I can accept that I won't get out of this without some unpleasant sounds. It's the tears I fight. I can handle all the pain he dishes out. Then his palm smooths over my back and he comforts me as I try to gain control of my breathing. It's his gentleness that breaks something. My tears start flowing just like he said they would.
His other hand glides across my skin, over my hip, and between my legs. Ever so slowly, two fingers enter me as far as they'll go. I'm filled with Damian Collins. I wiggle to take more until he twists the butt plug. "Damn you," I cry out while doing everything I can to hold back another orgasm. I'm on the ledge, tipping over head first. I bite down on my tongue to stop the coming tide. Not because I don't want the orgasm, but because I hate that he controls it so easily. Between my tears and the need for him to fuck me, I'm putty in his hands and I don't like it. I don't want him reducing me to a slobbering mess, because I'm a big bad Domme and I don't show emotion like this. Or at least I never have before.
Damian's warm breath hits the side of my neck. "Oh, baby, you're playing right into my hands." He goes back to work with the crop, using extra force. I don't have time to scream before the next strike lands. He systematically turns me into a giant ball of need. His aim is perfect and now, he's decided not to hit the same place twice. My ass and thighs are a wash of fire. He finishes this torture with another lash to my pussy. His fingers take over, the butt plug twists, and my resolve weakens. Hell, it disappears entirely.
The explosion rips through me in endless waves of pleasure. My body fires on all circuits. My nerve endings fry, my brain goes haywire, and my cunt pulses to some unheard music.
Low light finally invades my vision. I have no idea how much time has passed. That was the best damn orgasm I've had in my entire life.
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