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Tears pricked at the edges of her vision, but she blinked them away, not wanting to break the moment. “Then that makes two of us,” she whispered. “Because my heart is yours too, Damian.” The raw honesty in her voice made his grip tighten on her waist, his control slipping just slightly. He had spent so much of his life mastering restraint, but with her, there were no walls, no barriers. Just them.

Damian exhaled sharply before kissing her again, this time slower, deeper, as if he was trying to fuse them together in a way that went beyond just flesh. It wasn’t about dominance or submission at that moment—it was about love, about devotion, about something that neither of them had expected but had been inevitable all along.

When they finally pulled apart, Kaelis rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself be held. Damian’s fingers trailed up and down her back in slow, rhythmic strokes, a silent reassurance of everything they had just shared. “This weekend changed everything,” she murmured, her voice quiet. “Didn’t it?”

Damian hummed in agreement, his lips brushing against her temple. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But in all the ways that matter, itonly confirmed what I already knew.” He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look down at her. “You are mine, Kaelis. Not just in play, not just in submission, but in all things.” His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “And I am yours.”

Kaelis closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the weight of his words and promise. When she opened them again, there was no hesitation, no fear. “Then I hope you’re ready,” she said, a slow smile curving her lips. “Because I have no intention of ever letting you go either.”

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. “Good,” he murmured, tightening his hold on her. “Because that was never an option.”

With a final kiss, Damian guided her toward the bed once more, pulling her down into the warmth of their shared space. And as Kaelis lay against him, wrapped in the safety of his arms, she knew with absolute certainty that this—him, them—was exactly where she was meant to be.

Chapter twenty-four

Breaking the Rules

KaelisMonroestoodinthe center of the playroom, her heart pounding in time with the low hum of the music playing in the background. Tonight felt different. The air was heavier, charged with something unspoken, something neither she nor Damian had dared to name. He stood across from her, his dark eyes fixed on hers, his usual restraint coiled tight, but something about his stance, the way his hands flexed at his sides, told her he was barely holding on.

He approached slowly, his movements controlled, but Kaelis saw through it. He was battling something within himself, something raw and unfiltered. His fingers traced the edge of her silk robe before slipping beneath it, his touch featherlight. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice rougher than usual, as if something inside him was breaking apart.

Kaelis swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she nodded. “Always.” The tension in the room crackled, and the weight of her words tipped something inside Damian. He exhaled sharply, tightening his grip on the fabric before slowly removing it from her shoulders.

“Good,” he murmured, his gaze dark and unreadable.

He led her to the padded bench, guiding her to kneel before him. His touch was firm but careful, his fingers running along her spine as he positioned her exactly where he wanted her. But there was an urgency beneath his movements, a barely contained need that made Kaelis’s skin prickle with anticipation.

“You push me,” he said suddenly, his voice low, almost to himself. Kaelis frowned slightly, glancing up at him, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at his hands, flexing them before he reached for the restraints. “I have always been in control,” he continued, his tone shifting into something darker. “But with you, I feel like I’m losing it.”

Kaelis’s stomach tightened at his confession, heat pooling low in her belly. “Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” she whispered.

Damian’s gaze snapped to hers, something wild flashing in his eyes before he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t understand, little one,” he murmured, stepping behind her. “You make me forget the rules.”

The words sent a shiver through her, but she didn’t look away. She let him see that she wasn’t afraid. If anything, the idea ofDamian unraveling for her, with her, only made her body thrum with anticipation. He secured the restraints around her wrists and ankles, his movements precise but slightly rougher than usual. The loss of his usual calculated control sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins.

Damian ran his fingers over the bonds, ensuring they weren’t too tight before stepping back. “Tell me your safe words,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.

“Green, yellow, red,” Kaelis answered automatically, her voice steady. He nodded once, exhaling through his nose as if trying to ground himself.

“Good. Because I don’t trust myself to hold back tonight.”

With a violent tug, Damian ripped the delicate fabric apart, tearing Kaelis’s panties open and exposing her pink, bare flesh. “Spread your legs,” he commanded gruffly, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her exposed, quivering center.

“You know what happens to bad girls who wear precious panties like these?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. Before she could answer, he said, “They get punished.”

He snapped open a concealed flogger and brought the leather straps down firmly on her exposed thighs, causing her to gasp.

“Count them,” he ordered, striking her thighs again with the flogger. Five sharp lines appeared where the leather had made contact, turning her smooth skin red. “And don’t you daremove,” he growled, trailing the flogger lower, barely inches from her exposed pussy lips.

“One,” Kaelis gasped, her breath hitching as the sting from the flogger radiated through her thighs. Damian’s eyes were locked onto her pussy, and he smirked wickedly. “You know what I want to do to this pretty little cunt of yours? I want to beat the fuck out of it with this flogger until it’s red and swollen,” Damian growled, running the tips of the leather straps lightly over her sensitive folds. “Then I’m gonna fuck it raw.” He struck her again, this time hitting her pussy lips directly.

“Two,” Kaelis moaned, her body trembling as the flogger struck her sensitive flesh. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, each strike sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her. “Three,” she gasped as Damian hit her again, this time with more force.

Damian watched her closely, seeing the way her body writhed with each strike. He threw the flogger aside, suddenly hungry for her mouth. He grabbed her jaw roughly, bringing her face up to meet his. “Open up,” he demanded, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth.

“Four,” Kaelis whimpered against his mouth, her voice muffled by his invasive kiss. Damian’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. He sucked on the small wound, tasting her metallic flavor as he continued to ravage her mouth with his own.

He started slowly, testing both his control and her responses, but the moment she let out the first unrestrained moan,something inside him snapped. His hands gripped her thighs, his touch firmer, his breath heavier. Kaelis gasped, her body arching into him instinctively. “Damian,” she whispered, and that was all it took.

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