Page 34 of Obsidian Desire

When the intensity finally ebbed, Damian didn’t move, didn’t loosen his grip on her. He held her against him as if afraid she might disappear. Kaelis let him, her fingers brushing slow, lazy strokes down his spine, grounding him as much as herself. “Thatwas different,” she murmured, the words barely escaping her lips.

Damian chuckled softly, the sound raw but full of warmth. “That was inevitable,” he corrected, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. “Every moment with you has been leading to this.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, feeling the weight of everything they had just shared settle over her like a second skin. “So what now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression open, unguarded. “Now,” he said, his fingers tracing the silk choker still wrapped around her throat, “we stop pretending this is just play.” His thumb brushed her pulse, feeling how erratic it was even now. “Now, we let this be what it’s meant to be.”

Kaelis smiled, her heart swelling. “Then let it be everything.”

Damian exhaled, his forehead pressing to hers once more. “It already is.”

Chapter twenty-five

A Sensual Game

KaelisMonroestoodatthe entrance of Echelon’s private playrooms, a folded note clutched in her hand and a mischievous smile playing at her lips. Damian Blackthorn had been unusually coy all evening, giving her little information except for this first clue. The anticipation buzzed under her skin as she unfolded the paper, reading the neatly penned words: “Begin where you feel most exposed, and you’ll find the next piece of what you crave.” Her pulse quickened as she realized where he was leading her—the mirrored room, where her reflection had once shown her a side of herself she hadn’t known existed.

The mirrors cast shimmering reflections of the dim lighting as Kaelis entered, her eyes scanning the space until she spotted a small envelope placed on the plush chaise. She picked it up, her breath catching at the faint scent of Damian’s cologne clinging to the paper. “You were stunning here, watching yourself let go.But tonight, I’ll be watching. Your next clue lies where trust is secured.” Her cheeks flushed as she imagined him somewhere close, his dark eyes observing her every move.

Her next stop was the suspension frame in one of the larger rooms, where silk restraints hung waiting. She hesitated, her body humming with anticipation, before stepping forward and finding the third clue tied to one of the ropes. She unfastened it carefully, her fingers trembling slightly as she unfolded the note. “Think of the first time I claimed your breath, your focus, your trust. Go there, and you’ll find what’s next.” A thrill shot through her at the memory he referenced—the bench where he had first introduced her to the intricacies of submission.

Kaelis moved through the club, the heat building in her chest as she followed the trail of notes. Each clue was crafted to evoke memories of the milestones in their relationship, the intimate moments that had defined their dynamic. At the bench, she found a beautifully wrapped silk blindfold resting on the cushion, along with another note. “Tonight, you’ll see nothing, yet feel everything. Take this with you and find the room where voices fade.” She swallowed hard, recognizing the reference to the soundproofed private suite.

The suite’s heavy door creaked open, revealing a space bathed in soft amber light. A small table had been set near the center, where a pair of cuffs rested beside a final note. “You’ve followed me this far, little one. Now, let me guide you the rest of the way. Stand still, close your eyes, and wait for me.” Kaelis’s breath hitched, the weight of anticipation settling heavily on her as she stepped further inside and let the door close behind her. Kaelis stood obediently with her eyes closed. Moments passed insilence, the absence of sound heightening her awareness of her own heartbeat. Then, warm hands grazed her shoulders, sliding down her arms before settling on her hips. Damian’s presence enveloped her, his breath warm against her ear. “You did well,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with pride. “You followed every step, and now, you’re exactly where I want you.”

He guided her to the padded table at the center of the room, his touch steady and grounding. “Let me take care of you,” he said, reaching for the cuffs. He secured them around her wrists with practiced ease, checking them twice to ensure her comfort. “Are you ready?” he asked, his tone filled with genuine care.

“Yes,” Kaelis whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and trust.

Damian introduced the blindfold, its soft silk brushing against her skin as he tied it securely. The darkness amplified every sound and touch, making her hyper-aware of his movements. “You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly down her arms. “Open, trusting, ready for whatever comes next.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, and her body had already responded to the intensity of the moment.

He began with featherlight touches, his fingers grazing her skin in patterns that made her squirm. “Stay still,” he commanded softly, a teasing edge to his voice. Kaelis bit her lip, her breath catching as he continued to explore her body, alternating between soothing caresses and more deliberate strokes. The contrast kept her on edge, her mind spinning as she tried to predict his next move.

Damian moved with precision, each action designed to heighten her awareness and anticipation. He introduced a series of textures—cool satin, warm leather, firm hands—all working together to lift her up. “Breathe for me,” he reminded her, his voice an anchor in the storm of sensations. “Focus on what you feel. Nothing else matters.”

Damian picked up a large, black ostrich feather and ran it softly along Kaelis’s jawline. He watched her shiver, his eyes darkening. He circled her neck with the feather, making goosebumps rise on her skin.

Damian dragged the feather down her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. He saw her swallow hard, her breath hitching as he continued his teasing torment. The feather dipped lower, brushing against the swell of her breasts, making her nipples harden.

Damian’s movements became bolder, the feather dancing over her skin. He gently lifted her hair and grazed the feather over the exposed nape of her neck. Kaelis let out a soft whimper, her head tilting back, exposing more of her neck to him.

With agonizing slowness, Damian lifted the feather to the skirted hem at the top of her thighs. He teased along the fabric line, barely grazing her skin beneath, making her shudder. Suddenly, he flipped the skirt up with his free hand, revealing she wore nothing underneath.

Damian ran the feather up her inner right leg, from her ankle to her knee, and then back down to her calf. He switched to the left leg, repeating the same motion until her legs trembledwith anticipation. Damian paused, watching her spread her legs invitingly, revealing her slick, bare pussy.

Damian leaned in, running the feather along her outer lips, parting them slightly. Kaelis moaned loudly, her hips instinctively bucking. Damian gripped her hips, holding her steady. He dragged the feather back down, then slowly up again, this time pressing it firmly against her clit.

Damian circled her clit relentlessly with the feather, watching with fascination as her arousal grew. He varied his pressure, sometimes barely grazing her, other times applying firm strokes. Kaelis panted heavily, her thighs quivering. Suddenly, Damian plunged his fingers deep into her dripping entrance, his other hand tickling her pussy.

Kaelis cried out, her hips bucking wildly against his fingers and the feather. “I can’t… it feels too good.” She ground against him desperately, chasing her release. “Don’t stop; I’m gonna squirt all over this feather and you, handsome.”

Damian chuckled darkly, enjoying her dirty talk. He pushed his fingers deeper, filling her completely. Kaelis wailed, her entire body convulsing. “I’m coming!” she squealed, her pussy contracting violently.

A gush of Kaelis’s release exploded forth, drenching the feather and splattering Damian’s hands. He groaned at the erotic sight, his cock straining against his pants. Slowly withdrawing the soaked feather, he brought it to his lips, tasting her essence. “Delicious.”

The game continued, each step building on the last until Kaelis felt as though she might shatter from the intensity. Damian was relentless yet always attentive, his words and actions grounding her even as he pushed her limits. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “Every part of you is perfect, and I’ll never stop proving that to you.”

When the scene finally ended, Damian untied the blindfold and released her wrists with the same care he had shown all night. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he whispered praises into her hair. “You did beautifully,” he said softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her back. “You amaze me every time.”

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