Page 8 of Obsidian Desire

For several minutes they stayed like that, in pleasant quiet except for their uneven breaths; before Damian ordered her to go back to sucking fast and deep, watching her as his cock stirred back to life. “Fuck, you’re a natural at this,” Damian praised, hishand roughly pushing her head down. “Suck it hard, little whore. Make it hard again with that pretty mouth.”

He looked down at her, loving the way she eagerly complied with his degrading orders.

Soon Kaelis had Damian’s dick rock hard again. He pulled her off with a wet sound, proud of her skills. “Such a good, little dick-sucker,” he smiled wickedly. “Now, open your legs. I want to see how wet you are,” he said, yet shoved Kaelis’s legs apart himself with impatience, exposing her dripping pussy. “Holy shit, look at that,” he murmured, slipping a finger between her folds. Kaelis moaned loudly, her hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re fucking soaked.”

Damian quickly bent down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Kaelis moaned around his cock again, her mouth growing more enthusiastic. He used his wet finger to lubricate her clit, working it harder and faster, knowing how much she enjoyed the degrading pleasure. “Fuck, take it deeper, you filthy cocksucker,” Damian growled, gripping her hair tighter. His other hand relentlessly rubbed her clit, pushing her towards orgasm. “Gonna make this slut cum while choking on dick,” he muttered, thrusting brutally into her throat. “Just like that, fucking gag on it,” he cursed, feeling Kaelis’s throat contract around him as he rubbed her clit harder, faster. Her moans vibrated deliciously along his shaft. Suddenly, he pinched her clit sharply, sending her tumbling into a powerful orgasm.

Kaelis’s body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her. She moaned around Damian’s cock loud and desperate. He could feel her throat pulsing, her saliva pouring around the base ofhis cock. “Swallow that fucking orgasm like a good little tramp,” he ordered, pumping his hips roughly. “Holy shit, I can feel you throbbing,” he groaned, realizing he was close again thanks to her exquisite throat work. He pulled out abruptly, stroking himself with tight, hurried movements as he aimed his cock at her face. “Open your whore mouth,” he demanded urgently.

“Catch my load, you dirty slut,” Damian hissed, his hot seed spurting out and hitting Kaelis square in the face. He watched in dark lust as his semen covered her cheeks, chin, and hair. She stuck her tongue out to catch some drops, making him groan loudly. Then, he watched in shock as Kaelis licked her lips, swallowing his seed hungrily. He suddenly pulled her up, capturing her mouth in a deep, unexpected kiss. He found himself tasting his own release mixed with her saliva. Then he pulled back slightly. “You… you didn’t mind all that?”

“…Actually, I fucking loved it,” Kaelis smirked, running a finger to collect some of his semen from her cheek before sucking it clean. “Nothing gets me hotter than a vicious, degrading fuck like that,” she purred, nipping at his lower lip playfully.

Damian’s face broke into a wide, genuine smile for the first time that night. The way she embraced her own desires - dirty, raw, and open - made something inside him ache with attraction. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered, kissing her deeply again, more gently this time.

Next, Damian introduced her to the concept of sensual spanking. He took his time explaining the tools and techniques he would use, ensuring she understood every detail. “This isn’t about punishment,” he said, holding up a leather paddle. “It’s about sensation and control. You’ll tell me how it feels, and we’ll adjust as needed.”

Kaelis nodded, her curiosity outweighing her nerves.

She started by lying across a padded bench, her body tense with anticipation. Damian placed a comforting hand on her lower back, his touch grounding. “Relax,” he murmured. “We’ll start slow.”

The first strike was light, barely more than a tap, and Kaelis barely reacted. Damian paused, asking, “How does that feel?” Kaelis exhaled slowly. “It’s fine,” she said, her voice steady.

Damian nodded, pleased with her response. He trailed his fingers along her spine, soothing her tense muscles. The next strike was slightly firmer, the leather paddle connecting with her bottom with a soft thwack. Kaelis inhaled sharply, her hands gripping the edges of the bench.

“Breathe through it, baby,” Damian instructed gently, his other hand caressing her hair. He continued the slow, methodical spanking; each strikes a little harder than the last. Kaelis’s bottom started to turn a light pink, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Your ass is getting so red and pretty for me,” Damian growled, his voice thick with desire as he admired the rosy hue spreading across Kaelis’s bottom. His own arousal grew, his pants becoming increasingly tight. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “…Feel how hard you’re making me?” he rasped, grinding slightly against her thighs. “Gonna fuck this pretty, punished ass soon…” His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her hips, leaving crescent-shaped indentations as he positioned her just right.

Damian raised the paddle, bringing it down firmly on both of Kaelis’s cheeks simultaneously. The sharp smack echoed through the room, and she let out a low moan, her body shifting slightly under his grip. He repeated the motion, alternating between hard strikes and softer ones to keep her guessing.

“Look at this red, hot bottom,” Damian muttered, lust-filled. “Spread your thighs wider, baby. Let me see if I’m spanking your pussy lips too.” He brought the paddle down harder, ensuring the impact reached her lower cheeks, almost hitting her core with each smack.

Damian landed one final hard smack on each cheek, making Kaelis cry out softly. He tossed the paddle aside and ran his hands possessively over her red, heated skin. “Goddamn,” he muttered, “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

As the session progressed, Damian increased the intensity gradually, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort. But Kaelis kept going, her body tingling with a mix of sensation and exhilaration. The rhythm of the strikes becamealmost meditative, and by the time Damian stopped, she felt a surprising sense of release.

After the spanking session, Damian helped Kaelis sit up, handing her a glass of water and wrapping a warm blanket around her shoulders.

“How do you feel?” he asked, crouching beside her.

Kaelis took a sip of the water, her lips curving into a small smile. “Better than I thought I would,” she admitted.

Damian’s smile was soft but genuine. “You did well,” he said, his pride evident.

Chapter eight

Rope Work

AsKaelisbecamemorecomfortable in her role, Damian introduced her to rope work.

She now stood before the full-length mirror in Damian’s playroom, her body adorned with an intricate pattern of black silk ropes, which Damian had spent the evening crafting, his fingers deft and gentle as he worked. The ropes held her securely but didn’t hurt, and the steady rhythm of Damian’s movements had been almost hypnotic. She had closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations—the gentle pressure of the rope, the warmth of his hands, and the soothing cadence of his voice as he explained each knot, checking in frequently to ensure nothing was wrong.

When she caught her reflection in the mirror, she turned to the side, admiring how the ropes accentuated her curves. She saw not just the beauty of the design but a woman who was learning to embrace herself. Damian’s encouragement was unwavering,his pride in her palpable. Behind her, Damian admired his handiwork. The ropes emphasized the flare of her hips, cinched in her tiny waist, and pushed her breasts up and together, making her cleavage particularly enticing. He reached out, tracing the rope pattern that ran down her spine and divided to frame her ass perfectly.

Damian leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, as he took in the sight of Kaelis standing before the mirror. The beauty of the scene stirred something primal within him. He uncrossed his arms and pushed off the door frame, stalking closer to her. “Turn around,” he demanded quietly.

Kaelis’s heart fluttered as she obeyed, slowly turning to face Damian. She watched as he circled her, his eyes roaming over her bound body like a predator sizing up its prey. He paused in front of her, eyes locked onto hers with an intense hunger.

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