Page 16 of Obsidian Desire

Push to the Edge

KaelisMonroestoodinthe softly lit room, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Damian Blackthorn’s calm and commanding presence filled the space, grounding her as he stepped closer. Tonight, he had told her, they would push her limits. “I want you to trust me,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “But remember, you’re always in control. Use your safeword if anything feels too much.” Kaelis nodded, her breath catching as his dark eyes held hers.

He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the padded bench at the center of the room. “We’re going to focus on control tonight,” Damian said, his tone firm but encouraging. “It’ll challenge you, but I promise you’ll come out stronger for it.” Kaelis nodded again, her trust in him steady even as her nerves prickled. Damian began by brushing his hands lightly over her arms, grounding her in the moment. “Relax,” he murmured, his touch warm and steady. “This is about you.”

Damian started by guiding her into a reclined position, her body supported by the plush cushions of the bench. He secured her wrists with soft restraints, ensuring they were snug but not tight. “How does that feel?” he asked his tone even. Kaelis shifted slightly, testing the bindings before replying, “It’s fine.” Damian’s lips curved into a small smile. “Good. If it becomes uncomfortable, tell me immediately.” His emphasis on her comfort put her at ease, even as her pulse quickened.

He began the scene with slow, deliberate touches; his hands trailing along her arms and shoulders in a soothing rhythm. “I want you to focus on the sensations,” Damian instructed, his voice calm and steady. “Don’t think about anything else—just feel.” Kaelis closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the moment. The soft strokes of his hands, the warmth of his presence, and the faint hum of the music in the background all combined to quiet her mind.

Damian introduced a feather, its delicate touch gliding over her skin and making her shiver. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his tone laced with promise. “We’ll build slowly.” He alternated between the feather and his hands, the contrast in sensations keeping her on edge. Kaelis’s breathing grew heavier as her body responded, and the heightened awareness made every touch feel electric.

Damian traced the feather lightly down her collarbone, then slowly dragged it between her breasts, making Kaelis’s breath hitch. He continued his teasing descent, guiding the feather around her navel in delicate circles before finally letting it graze the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “Keep your legs open.”

Damian paused, letting the feather hover tantalizingly close to her most intimate area without touching it. “Color?” he breathed, checking in. Kaelis replied softly, “Green.” Satisfied, he resumed his teasing, using the feather to slowly tickle the folds of her sex.

“So sensitive…” he murmured, watching how her body reacted to each light touch. He dragged the feather up and down her slit, avoiding her clit intentionally. “Does that feel good?” His other hand traced patterns on her stomach, keeping her grounded. “You’re getting wetter…”

Damian unbuckled his pants, freeing his hard length. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. He then gently pressed his cock against her cheek, smearing a bead of pre-cum near her mouth.

Damian began to slowly grind his hips, rubbing his hard shaft along her face. He traced the length of his cock over her cheeks, her nose, and her lips, coating them with his musky scent and a thin sheen of pre-cum. “Open your mouth.”

Kaelis obediently opened her mouth, and Damian took advantage, pushing his hips forward and sliding his thick length deep into her throat. He gripped the back of her head, holding her in place as he began to slowly fuck her face, his balls slapping against her chin.

“Make my dick wet,” Damian growled, his grip tightening in her hair. He pushed deeper, holding himself there as he ground his cock against the back of her throat. “Get it nice and slick withthat pretty mouth of yours.” He began thrusting faster, using her throat enthusiastically.

“Spit on it,” Damian commanded brusquely, pulling out momentarily. His cock, slick with her saliva, bobbed inches from her face. Without warning, he slapped her cheek lightly with his shaft, leaving a stripe of pre-cum. “Wetter,” he demanded, the fire in his eyes intense.

Damian grabbed her hips possessively, spreading her cheeks apart again. He spat on her back entrance, watching as it slowly slid down. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet folds, gathering moisture, then positioned himself at her back hole. “Babe?”

Damian delivered a hard, open-palmed spank to her left cheek, making it jiggle. He followed it up with another on the right, then another, and another, building a steady rhythm. “You like that?” He punctuated the question with another firm smack. “Answer.”

Damian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back onto him as he pushed forward, slowly breaching her tight hole. He grunted with each inch, his face contorted with concentration and pleasure. He set a brutal pace, his hips slapping against her backside as he filled her completely.

“Take it,” Damian hissed, gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her backside. He spanked her with every thrust, his large hand leaving red handprints on her pale skin. He treated her like a toy, a plaything for his own pleasure, using her mercilessly.

Damian’s powerful hands grip her hips possessively, pulling her back onto his thick length over and over, filling her tiny hole completely. He spanks her hard, leaving welts on her creamy skin. He growls like a wild beast, his face contorted with primal lust.

“Fuck, tight virgin ass!” Damian grunts, slamming into her relentlessly. He punctuates each vulgar thrust with another sharp spank. “Take this dick like a good little slut.” His dirty talk mingles obscenely with the erotic sounds of flesh impacting flesh. His large hands gripped her hips possessively, pulling her back onto him harder and deeper. “Mine,” he growled, spanking her again. “My little toy…” His dirty talk, and the obscene sounds of their flesh slapping together, filled the room.

His cock glistening with her saliva and her ass’s natural lubrication. He slapped her ass one last time, leaving a final red mark. “Look at this dirty little hole,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock against her abused entrance.

Damian leaned down and bit her ass cheek hard, leaving teeth marks on her tender flesh. He growled against her skin, “Such a dirty little slut, taking my cock in your tight ass.”

As the scene progressed, Damian began to tease her with brief moments of intense stimulation, only to pull back just as she reached the brink. Kaelis’s body tensed, her frustration mounting with each denial. “This is called edging,” Damian explained, his voice calm despite the growing intensity. “It’s about learning to surrender, to trust the process, and to let go of control.” Kaelis let out a shaky breath, her body aching for release.

The cycle continued—waves of pleasure cresting only to retreat, leaving her teetering on the edge. Damian’s hands and tools were unrelenting, his touch precise as he pushed her closer each time. “Tell me how you feel,” he demanded softly, his voice a steady anchor.

“Frustrated,” Kaelis admitted, her voice trembling. “But… good.”

Damian smiled, the approval in his expression filling her with warmth.

As the session stretched on, Kaelis’s body writhed against the restraints, her need for release consuming her thoughts. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Not yet,” Damian replied, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ll get there when I decide you’re ready.” His words sent a shiver through her, the mix of authority and care igniting something deep within her. Kaelis clenched her fists, the tension in her body building with every passing moment.

Damian reached into his toolkit, pulling out a pair of small, adjustable clothespins. He gently attached them to Kaelis’s sensitive nipples, the pressure making her gasp and arch her back. “These are going to stay on until I say otherwise.”

Damian watched as Kaelis squirmed, her nipples throbbing beneath the clothespins. He trailed his fingers down her body, pausing to circle her clit before thrusting two fingers inside her soaking pussy. “So wet and desperate,” he murmured, pumping his fingers slowly.

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