Page 11 of Obsidian Desire

Damian took notice of Kaelis’s growing arousal and decided to heighten her senses further. He gently ran the feathers over her collarbone, making her shiver with anticipation. He then moved them down to her breasts, circling each nipple lightly, causing them to harden under his teasing touch.

Damian, satisfied with his effect on Kaelis, continued his journey down her body. He trailed the feathers over her ribs, tickling her with every touch. Kaelis laughed softly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Damian noticed the wetness between her legs and smiled to himself.

God…Kaelis thought to herself, feeling her heart race as Damian’s feathers danced across her skin.Every touch… every slip of those feathers…Her nipples were painfully hard againstthe fabric of her shirt, and she could feel the warmth pooling between her legs.

Kaelis lay on the padded bench, Damian kneeling beside her. His hand brushed gently against her shoulder. “Take your time,” he murmured, his voice a calming balm. “There’s no rush.”

Kaelis nodded faintly, her breath still uneven. As she returned to herself, the overwhelming sensations slowly ebbed away.

Damian reached for a soft blanket, draping it over her with care. “You were incredible,” he said, his voice low and filled with genuine pride. The words washed over Kaelis, her cheeks warming as a flicker of pride stirred within her.

She turned her head slightly toward him, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, the words almost lost in the quiet intimacy of the room.

As her breathing steadied, Damian handed her a glass of water. “Drink,” he urged gently, holding it steady while she sipped. The cool liquid was a welcome relief, grounding her further. He stayed close, watching her carefully for any signs of discomfort or distress. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone soft but insistent. Kaelis considered the question for a moment before replying, “Good. Tired, but… good.” Damian nodded, his expression unreadable but attentive.

He slid onto the bench beside her, his movements slow and deliberate as if not to startle her. His arm looped around her shoulders, drawing her into a comforting embrace. “You gave me everything tonight,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. “And I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Kaelis exhaled shakily, the warmth of his words sinking deep into her.

Chapter eleven

A Heated Rivalry

KaelisMonroestoodinthe softly lit room, her pulse racing as Damian Blackthorn held a silk blindfold in his hands. His expression was calm, steady, and reassuring, a stark contrast to the nerves fluttering in her chest. “Tonight, we’re going to focus on your senses again,” he said, his deep voice soothing. “By taking away one, we heighten the others. But remember, at any point, you can stop this. Your safe words are always in place.” Kaelis nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried to steady her breathing.

“Good,” Damian said, stepping closer. He unfolded the blindfold, running the smooth fabric through his fingers before lifting it to her face. “I’m going to put this on you now. Are you ready?”

She nodded again, her heart pounding. Gently, he wrapped the blindfold around her head, ensuring it was secure but not tight.Darkness enveloped her, and the world seemed to shrink to the sound of his voice and the faint scent of his cologne.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It’s fine,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The first touch came as a feather-light stroke along her arm. Kaelis gasped, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt through her body. “That’s a feather,” Damian explained. “I want you to focus on how it feels.” He trailed it along her shoulder, then down her other arm, the ticklish sensation making her shiver. Every nerve seemed to come alive, the darkness heightening her awareness of each touch.

Damian whispers, “Very well, let’s make this feather do some delicious work…” Damian continued to trace the feather along her collarbone, making her skin pebble with goosebumps. “Spread your legs slightly,” he commanded softly. She complied, trusting him completely in this vulnerable state.

With each stroke of the feather, he drew patterns on her chest, around the swell of her breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples. Her breath grew heavier, anticipation building in her core. “Damian…” she whimpered, the darkness intensifying her need. “Shh,” he soothed.

Damian removed the feather, replacing it with his fingertips, ghosting teasingly over her nipples, which hardened from the sudden change in sensation. He rolls one bud between histhumb and forefinger as his other hand palms her breast, a stark contrast of gentle and firm.

Kaelis gasped, arching her back slightly, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. Damian smiled, knowing he had her full attention. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Your nipples are so hard,” he whispered. “Do you want more?”

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The soft murmur of voices in the room quieted as a new presence made itself known. “I didn’t realize you were training new submissives now, Damian,” a cool, biting voice cut through the air. Kaelis stiffened instinctively, her head turning slightly toward the source of the interruption. Isolde Laurent, a polished and confident regular at the club, stood at the edge of the scene, her sharp gaze fixed on Kaelis with thinly veiled disdain.

Damian straightened immediately, his body language shifting from relaxed to commanding. “Isolde,” he said, his tone calm but laced with warning. “You’re interrupting.” Isolde’s painted lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I couldn’t help but notice your new… project,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension as her gaze swept over Kaelis. “I wasn’t aware Echelon had lowered its standards.”

Kaelis’s chest tightened, the sting of Isolde’s words sinking deep despite her best efforts to remain unaffected. She lowered her gaze, her confidence faltering under the weight of the scrutiny. Damian, however, didn’t waver. He stepped forward, placing himself protectively between Kaelis and Isolde. “Enough,” he said firmly.

Isolde tilted her head, her smile unwavering. “I’m just concerned, Damian. Not everyone is cut out for this world.”

Damian turned his attention back to Isolde, his expression hardening. “If you can’t respect my scenes or my partner, you’re free to leave,” he said coldly.

Isolde’s smile faltered for the first time, her eyes narrowing as she straightened her posture. “Of course,” she said smoothly, though her tone was less assured than before. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her retreat more telling than anything she could have said.

Damian’s eyes darkened with anger and something else - something dangerous. He grabbed Kaelis suddenly, making her yelp in surprise. He pushed her roughly onto the bed, causing the pillows to scatter. “You,” he growled, his voice low and unrecognizable.

Realizing his mistake, Damian paused, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. His eyes raked over Kaelis’s naked form, taking in every curve and inch of exposed skin. Without a word, he began to tear at his own clothes, his movements just as aggressive and urgent.

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