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“You know what else I can do?” Damian withdraws slightly, his length coated with his semen and her wetness. He spanks her ass cheek hard, making her yelp. “Answer me, patient.” He pushes back inside her slowly. “Hmm?”

“I can impregnate you again, right here on this exam table,” Damian murmurs, his gloved hands spreading her legs wider. “I can keep filling you with my seed until your belly swells with my child.” He flexes his hips, pushing deeper inside her once more.

When the scene ended, Damian quickly untied the silk restraints, his hands steady and efficient. He helped Kaelis sit up, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. He wrapped a soft robe around her shoulders, his touch gentle as he guided her to lean against him. “Breathe,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Take your time.”

Damian handed her a glass of water, his other hand resting lightly on her back as she sipped. “You were incredible,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “The trust you showed tonight means more than I can put into words.” Kaelis’s cheeks flushed at his praise, her chest swelling with a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t anticipated. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

As they sat together on the edge of the bed, Damian continued to speak softly, his words weaving a thread of reassurance and care. “You’re safe here,” he said. And you’re always in control, even when you choose to let go.” Kaelis nodded, her body relaxing further into his. Their emotional bond felt stronger than ever, and the intensity of the scene only deepened their connection.

Damian stayed close, his presence a steady source of comfort as Kaelis came back to herself. He encouraged her to share her thoughts about the experience, listening intently to every word. “It was intense,” she admitted. “But… good. Really good.” Damian’s smile was soft but genuine. “You did beautifully,” he said. “You should be proud of yourself.”

As the night wore on, Damian ensured Kaelis felt grounded and secure, his attention never wavering. When she finally lay back against the pillows, her body and mind fully at ease, Damian settled beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. “Rest,” he said softly, his voice a quiet command. “You’ve earned it.” Kaelis closed her eyes, a sense of peace washing over her as she drifted off, Damian’s steady presence the last thing she felt.

Chapter thirteen

The Taste of Power

KaelisMonroestoodinDamian Blackthorn’s penthouse, the familiar warmth of the space settling over her as Damian closed the door behind them. Tonight felt different—a teasing challenge had passed between them during dinner, and now that they were alone, the energy between them crackled with anticipation. Damian turned to face her, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you ready to try something new?” he asked, his tone laced with intrigue. Kaelis hesitated but nodded, her curiosity outweighing her nerves.

Damian guided her to the sitting area, his movements deliberate and unhurried. “Tonight,” he began, “you’re going to take control.”

Kaelis blinked, surprise flashing across her face. “Me?” she asked, her voice filled with doubt.

Damian’s smirk softened into a reassuring smile. “Yes, you,” he said. “This isn’t about perfection—it’s about exploring a different dynamic. I trust you, Kaelis.” The weight of his trust settled over her, grounding her even as her pulse quickened.

He led her to a sleek wooden chest near the wall, opening it to reveal a carefully organized collection of tools, restraints, and other items. Damian gestured for her to choose. “Pick something simple to start,” he advised, his tone patient. Kaelis’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for a soft silk scarf. Damian nodded approvingly. “Good choice,” he said. “Let me know what you want me to do.” The power in her hands felt foreign but exhilarating.

Kaelis guided Damian to sit in the large armchair near the center of the room. He complied without hesitation; his usual commanding presence subdued in a way that sent a thrill through her. “Hands,” she said, her voice more confident than she expected. Damian extended his hands, allowing her to wrap the silk scarf loosely around his wrists. “Not too tight,” she murmured, remembering his own lessons on restraint.

Damian smiled. “You’ve been paying attention,” he said softly.

As she secured the scarf, Kaelis stepped back, her eyes scanning Damian’s posture. He sat relaxed, his dark eyes fixed on hers with a steady intensity that made her heart race. “What next?” he asked, his tone encouraging.

Kaelis bit her lip, considering her options. She picked up a feather from the chest and approached him slowly, hermovements deliberate. “Stay still,” she instructed, surprised by the authority in her voice. Damian’s lips twitched, but he obeyed.

Kaelis trailed the feather lightly along Damian’s arm, her movements tentative at first but growing bolder as she watched his reactions. He didn’t flinch or laugh; instead, his body remained relaxed, his focus entirely on her. “How does that feel?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

“Soft,” Damian replied, his gaze never leaving hers. “And… interesting.” His honesty emboldened her, and she moved the feather to his collarbone, then down the center of his chest.

The shift in dynamics sent a rush of adrenaline through Kaelis. She was accustomed to following Damian’s lead, but now the roles were reversed, and the power in her hands felt intoxicating.

“You’re doing well,” Damian said, his voice steady and reassuring. “Trust your instincts.” The encouragement spurred her on, and Kaelis reached for a second scarf, wrapping it loosely around his neck like a tie.

As she wrapped the scarf around his neck, Damian tilted his head slightly, allowing her to feel the warmth of his breath against her fingers. His eyes remained locked onto hers, conveying both trust and a hint of vulnerability that made her heart flutter. “Now what?” He prompted, his voice low and even. “Would you… like to try something a bit more…” Damian cleared his throat, maintaining eye contact, “…intimate?” His tone was gentle but carried an underlying hint of desire that made Kaelis’s breath catch. He shifted slightly in the chair, drawing her attention to the careful way she bound him.

Damian slowly lifted his bound hands, offering them to her silently. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the silk scarf wrapped around his neck. “Kaelis,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “would you… sit on my lap?”

“I won’t move,” he added softly, seeing the hesitation in her eyes. “You’re in control here. Just sit facing me…” His gaze dropped briefly to where she stood between his legs, then back to her face. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mixture of vulnerability and desire.

Damian inhaled sharply as Kaelis adjusted her position, inadvertently pressing her knee harder against his hardening cock. “Kaelis,” he grunted, his voice strained with suddenly intense arousal, “that’s… right on target.” He squirmed slightly in his bonds, inadvertently grinding against her touch.

Kaelis bit her lip, realizing the effect she was having on Damian. She slowly dragged her knee up and down, teasing his length through his pants. “Is this what you wanted?” she murmured, leaning in close. Her breath ghosted over his ear as she continued her slow, deliberate movements.

Damian’s breath came faster, his cock throbbing insistently against Kaelis’s teasing knee. “You’re a cruel temptress,” he growled, testing his bonds with a tug. The silk held fast, keeping him at her mercy. His hips made a desperate little buck upward, seeking more friction. “God,” Damian muttered as Kaelis teasingly ground her knee against him again. His pants did nothing to hide his erection. He watched hungrily as her top slipped off one shoulder, baring smooth skin. He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to almost a growl. “Lower.”

Kaelis, emboldened by his reaction, shifted forward and pressed her knee firmly against his bulge, rubbing slowly. Damian’s breath hitches, his hips bucking upward. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Is this what you need?” she whispered, increasing the pressure.

Damian’s pants were no match for Kaelis’s determined hands. She unbuttoned them swiftly, pushing them down along with his boxers. His erection sprung free, thick, and hard. She tossed his clothes aside, leaving him bare from the waist down.

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