Page 36 of Obsidian Desire

Damian’s lips curved into a faint smile, approval flickering in his expression.

He unlocked the door with a key and pushed it open, stepping aside to let her enter first. As she crossed the threshold, Kaelis’s breath caught. The room was expansive and darkly elegant, bathed in soft amber lighting that highlighted the array of equipment and tools lining the walls.

Every detail had been carefully curated, from the suspended chains to the shelves of neatly organized implements. At the center of the room stood a striking St. Andrew’s cross, its sleek design both intimidating and intriguing. Kaelis felt a rush of nerves mixed with excitement as she took it all in.

“This is the restricted area,” Damian said, closing the door behind them. “It’s reserved for those who are ready to explore the edges of their limits. And tonight, I think you’re ready.”

He moved behind her, his hands brushing over her shoulders before sliding down her arms. “This space isn’t about pushing you past what you can handle,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “It’s about introducing you to what’s possible, showing you how far you’ve come.” Kaelis turned her head slightly to look at him, her trust in him reflected in her eyes. “I’m ready,” she said quietly. Damian nodded, his approval evident. “Good,” he said. “Then let’s begin.”

He started by removing her robe, his fingers gliding over her shoulders as he slipped the fabric away. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, sending a shiver through her. Damian stepped back, his gaze roaming over her with unfiltered appreciation. “You’re beautiful, Kaelis,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth. “And tonight, I want you to feel that beauty in every way.”

Damian led her to the St. Andrew’s cross, his hands steady as he guided her into position. “This will hold you securely but comfortably,” he explained, adjusting the padded restraints. “Tell me if anything feels too tight.”

Kaelis nodded, testing the bonds as he secured her wrists and ankles. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Damian’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Good. We’ll start slow.”

He began with a soft flogger, trailing it lightly over her skin to let her adjust to the sensation. “This is about trust,” Damian said as he worked, his voice calm and steady. “Every touch, every sound—it’s all meant to remind you that you’re safe.”

The rhythm of the flogger shifted gradually, from featherlight strokes to firmer ones, each movement calculated to build her anticipation and heighten her awareness.

As the flogger fell rhythmically against her skin, Damian stepped closer, leaning his tall frame against hers. He kissed her deeply, the leather thongs whispering against her back as he held her in place with his arms wrapped around her waist. “Look at me,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re doing beautifully,” he whispered, setting down the flogger. He picked up a bottle of warm oil and poured it into his hands. Starting at her shoulders, he began to massage the oil into her skin, his strong fingers kneading away any tension. “The oil will help with any marks.”

Damian continued to massage her, his hands gliding smoothly over her body despite her being secured to St. Andrew’s cross. He worked the oil into every curve and contour, paying special attention to her back, shoulders, and arms. His touch was firm yet gentle, ensuring that she remained relaxed and aroused.

As he massaged her lower back, Damian’s hands slowly slid down to her hips, gripping them possessively. He looked into her eyes, gauging her reaction before slowly inching his fingers beneath the hem of her thong. “May I take this off?” he asked in a low voice.

Kaelis nodded, breath catching as Damian slipped her thong down her legs, fully exposing her. Kneeling behind her, he poured a generous amount of oil along her V-line, the warmth spreading intimately. His fingers worked the oil into her sensitive skin, teasing close to her sex but not quite touching.

Damian continued his sensual massage, pouring warm oil onto her inner thighs and outer thighs. His large hands glided up and down, the oil making her skin slick and shiny. He spread her legs wider, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her core but never quite giving her the touch she craved.

Standing up, Damian reached around to her front, pouring oil over her breasts. His hands kneaded the mounds, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled hard. He pulled her back against his chest, his lips nuzzling her neck as he continued to massage her breasts with skillful hands.

Damian’s hands grew bolder, shaping her breasts roughly and tugging at her nipples until they were aching, vulgar peaks.He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against his muscular chest as he continued to manhandle her sensitive breasts. “Damian…”

“Spread your legs wider,” Damian ordered softly, one hand already slipping down her stomach. He captured her mouth again, deeply kissing her as his other hand cupped her breast possessively. His skilled fingers between her legs spread her wet folds, finding her clit.

Damian drizzled more warm oil directly onto Kaelis’s sensitive sex, the slick liquid making her shiver with anticipation. Using two fingers, he massaged the oil into her pussy intimately, spreading it thoroughly. His touch was firm yet sensual, circles around her clit teasing her mercilessly.

Damian’s fingers became more demanding, rubbing her clit in rough, vulgar circles. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her gasps as he pushed two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out with a dirty rhythm. “Fuck,” he growled against her lips, his thumb grinding against her clit.

Damian pulled back suddenly, his hand cracking sharply against Kaelis’s inner thigh, leaving a stinging red mark. “Keep still,” he ordered, giving her other thigh the same treatment. He then grabbed her hips roughly, yanking her back against his hard length as he continued to finger her roughly.

Damian alternated between tools, introducing her to a variety of sensations—the teasing touch of a feather, the cool glide of a metal pinwheel, and the warmth of his hands, which ground herafter each new experience. “Breathe,” he reminded her, his voice an anchor. Focus on what you feel. Let go of everything else.”

Kaelis exhaled shakily, her body surrendering to the trust she had placed in him.

When he introduced a vibrating wand, Kaelis gasped, her body arching instinctively.

Damian chuckled softly, his tone filled with approval. “You’re so responsive,” he murmured. “It’s incredible to watch you let go like this.” He moved the wand in slow, deliberate patterns, keeping her on edge but never pushing her too far. Kaelis’s breaths grew heavier, her body trembling under the weight of the sensations.

Damian watched her closely, enjoying the way her body reacted to the vibrating wand. He could see her nipples hardening even more, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. He leaned in, biting her earlobe gently before whispering, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling so sensitive and wet?”

Damian smirked wickedly, pressing the wand directly against Kaelis’s clit. “Bet this pretty little pussy is dripping, huh?” He rubbed the wand in vulgar circles, enjoying how her hips bucked involuntarily. “Fuck, look at you, squirm.”

Damian alternated slaps to Kaelis’s thighs with intense vibrations from the wand, his eyes gleaming with dominant pleasure. “Dirty girl, look how badly you need it.”Thwack!Another slap echoed. He growled, “Arch that back; let me see those slutty nipples bounce.”

Damian secured Kaelis to the St. Andrew’s cross, her wrists and ankles bound tightly. He stepped back, admiring her vulnerable position before stepping forward and attaching the vibrating wand directly to her most intimate area. “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded.

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