Chapter 20: Damian

Feeling her hair between my fingers is almost better than sucking her amazing breasts. Almost. Her skin is so damn smooth. Absolute perfection. But this hair. I want to wrap it around my cock while she sucks me dry. I can do basic rope work but to do what I really want with her hair, I need a few added lessons. I'll hit up Monroe for instruction the next time he visits the club.

Tonight is about offering pleasure and giving my lady five orgasms. Lydia thinks she can withstand what's about to happen. I know differently. When I touch her shoulders, goose bumps run across her skin. The longer she's on her knees, the more shallow her breathing becomes. I'm sure she doesn't even realize the many delectable signals her body gives off.

And oh, what a body. She's poetry with all the right curves in the perfect places. A bit too thin maybe, but she has a large build, which to me is the picture of perfection.

The truth is she has no idea what I'm willing to do for her. If she called a stop right now, I would drop to my knees and submit. I've never felt this way about a woman. Her dominance turns me on and, at the same time, complements my own. All these years I've been searching for that special sub. Now I realize I never found her because it's not what I actually need. Lydia challenges me and I find that the biggest turn on of all.

Crazy.

It's hard to take my hands from her shoulders because I want to push her forward and sink my cock deep inside her pussy. I'm stronger than that, though.

It's time to play.

***

Lydia

I follow Damian when he beckons and keep my eyes down as much as possible. I know my role. I'm not sure how many rooms we pass as we walk through a large section of the penthouse until he opens a door and nods for me to precede him down a flight of stairs. There are eight. I watch my feet and count each one. The smell of leather enters my nostrils and grows stronger with each step.

I stop at the bottom knowing that by the little I can see we're in Damian's private dungeon. My knees almost give out as anticipation rolls through me.

His warm hands startle me when they land on my upper arms, his fingers clenching my skin just tight enough to show who's in charge. I feel his hot breath right before he places a feather-soft kiss on my bare neck. He takes my hand and leads me across the room to a long, narrow table with a bar overhead. He steps behind me and slips the bathrobe completely off my shoulders. It pools at my feet with a slight whoosh of air.

He turns me around so I'm facing him. I don't look up as he takes in the sight of me completely naked. He says nothing, and a minute later, his hands go to the backs of my thighs.

"Hold onto my neck," he orders.

He lifts me to the edge of the table. His large body moves between my closed legs, pushing my knees apart.

He backs away. "Don't move."

He says nothing about my coming orgasm and I really need one. Right. Fucking. Now. Instead, he walks over to a cabinet against a side wall and removes several items before returning. He places something behind my back on the bench and then takes my right wrist and places a leather cuff around it. It's the Velcro type, about two inches wide with soft lamb's wool on the underside. A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one.

The men I invite into my bedroom will pull my hair and boss me around. They are not true dominants and can barely call themselves a top. Damian breathes dominance and he knows all the little ways to increase the tension of a scene. The California kink community is close knit. I earned my living as an edgy Domme who's good with a whip. Publically seeking out a dominant to get me off wasn't something I was willing to risk. My mystique was half the allure and I needed every lousy dime Johnny Ford paid me.

Damian repeats the process with my other wrist and the momentary haze in my brain subsides. He takes both my arms and clips them to the bar above my head. My pussy throbs, my nipples continue to burn, and it's all I can do not to insist he immediately fuck me.

"This will allow you to hold the bar," he breathes against my arm. At this point, my skin is extra sensitive and just that breath of air nearly sends me over the edge. Each whisper of breath, touch of fingers, and command pull me further under his spell. The idea is for me to win this bet. I must hold myself to four orgasms. Easy.

He moves the bar, which attaches to a sliding mechanism. I move with it and lean back against the table with my arms suspended upward. "I thought we would get this part out of the way," he offers after positioning me for whatever is to come. Hopefully me.

I forget my place as a good sub and turn my head so I can see him. I hadn't realized he'd picked up lube and a medium sized butt plug before he lowered me onto the bench. It's funny, I don't mind anal play when I'm working with a sub. For some reason, it triggers my submissive brain at the thought of Damian's cock in my ass. I need to hide that from him and just try to enjoy what he's planning. Yeah, that doesn't happen. It's pure reflex when he moves his hands to my ass. My legs come up and I kick out.

Damian moves back. "So you want to play?" His eyes tell me how badly I've messed up. Shit. He grabs my legs in a tight grip and removes a larger ankle cuff from his back pocket. Now I really start to fight. A swift stinging slap lands on my hip. It hurts and works its way into my panicked brain. He slaps the same spot again and I stop struggling with a heavy exhale. "You have a safe word. If you behave like that again without using it, you won't enjoy the consequences." Flat. Final. And infuriating.

He spreads my legs wide, bends my knees, and secures my ankles to the table. My butt is barely touching. I try closing my knees, but two inflexible hands hold them apart. Damian is affected by my bratty behavior. I hear it in his voice. He releases one knee and circles my pussy with a finger. I'm so damn wet. I watch his face when he discovers my desire. He's hot as fuck, but in full Dom mode, he's my fantasy. His brown eyes lift to mine and slowly he brings his finger to his lips.

"I've wanted to taste you since the first night." He licks the glistening moisture. "Delicious," he says after licking it clean. His finger returns to my pussy and enters, pushing deeper this time. I gasp. He slides in slowly and pulls out just as slowly. My hips lift up, raising my ass even more. His other hand splays over my stomach to hold me down. "Don't move," he says with a raspy voice.

I lower my head to the bench while taking deep calming breaths. He removes his finger and I hear him opening the lube and squirting it onto the butt plug. My sphincter muscles tighten. This will be uncomfortable. I'm unaccustomed to anal play. A finger travels between my butt cheeks seeking the hole I want him staying away from. He lubricates the puckered circle without entering. He plays gently with my asshole and unexpectedly his mouth finds the hot folds of my pussy. His tongue flicks against my clit, causing my hips to buck off the table again.

His laugh is low and sexy. "The first thing I thought I would need was a gag for your mouth, but you've been unexpectedly quiet these last minutes." He gives me a devilish grin. "Unfortunately, you can't stay still and I'll need to help you with that." He pulls straps from the sides of the table and secures them firmly over my hips. He doesn't give me time to adjust and his sweet mouth goes back to work. His finger slides into my pussy again and his lips target my clit with a bit of suction.

There's a ball of fire in my belly and it travels from my pussy to my nipples, growing stronger with each passing second. I thrash against the bindings and moan. His mouth continues torturing me and there's nothing I can do but give in. The muscles of my pussy spasm and a sharp cry escapes me as the orgasm rolls throughout my body. I'm riding the waves and barely notice the pressure against my asshole. The plug goes past the tight bundle of nerves and lodges deep in my ass. Pulses continue rolling through me. Damian moves back to my pussy and nibbles my clit. My moan is much louder this time as I ride the waves that have never been this powerful in my life.

The world comes into focus when the orgasm finally tapers off. I open my eyes and he's watching me. A small section of hair has come loose from my braid and he slides it behind my ear. "Your job is simple," he says and I'm amazed he's so calm after my world exploded. "You need to clench the plug tightly. If it falls out, there will be hell to pay, and the next one I use won't be as small."

I fight the high-pitched shriek I want to let loose and scream silently in my head. His eyes aren't softened with passion; the damn things sparkle with mirth. "One down and four to go," he says with more enjoyment than he has a right to.

Three more is all he'll get from me. I will control this. If I weren't restrained and at his mercy, I'd throw something at him.