Page 17 of Obsidian Desire

The clothespin popped off unexpectedly, leaving her nipple painfully engorged. Without warning, Damian leaned down and bit it sharply but gently, catching it between his teeth. “Mmm…” he hummed against her skin, soothing the sting with his tongue. “One down… just one more.”

Damian removed the remaining clothespin, tossing it aside. He then pinched her freed nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling and tugging gently, alternating between pleasure and pain. His other hand returned to her pussy, finger fucking her slowly. “Such pretty little tits,” he praised.

Damian put the clothespins back on her nipples, tightening them slightly more this time. He watched as Kaelis hissed, her body tensing. He then smacked her pussy lightly, making her yelp. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

Damian brought his hand down sharply on her ass, leaving a bright red mark. He alternated between slapping her ass and smacking her pussy lightly, keeping her on edge. “You look so fucking hot with these clips on your nipples,” he growled, rubbing his cock against her sensitive flesh.

Damian reached into his drawer and pulled out a stainless steel spreader bar. He attached it to her ankles, forcing her legs wide apart. Kaelis gasped at the sudden vulnerability, her pussy and ass fully exposed to him. “There we go,” he said, running a hand over her spread cheeks.

With Kaelis’s legs spread wide and her nipples clamped, Damian took a moment to admire the view. He trailed his fingers through her wet folds, then brought them up to her mouth.“Lick,” he commanded, and she complied, tasting herself on his fingers. “Good girl.”

Damian released her ankles from the spreader bar, helping Kaelis to sit up slowly. He cupped her face, his expression serious. “Should you ever displease me, this will serve as your punishment,” he explained calmly, gesturing to the discarded toys. “Remember, obedience brings pleasure.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Damian leaned closer, his voice low and intimate. “You’ve done so well,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “Are you ready to let go?” Kaelis nodded frantically, her entire body trembling with need. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.” Damian smiled, the pride in his expression unmistakable. “Then you’ll have your release.”

When the scene ended, Damian moved quickly to untie her wrists, his hands gentle and efficient. He helped her sit up, her body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. He wrapped a soft blanket around her shoulders, his touch soothing as he guided her to lean against him. “Breathe,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You did beautifully.”

He handed her a glass of water, his hand resting lightly on her back as she sipped. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone filled with genuine care. Kaelis took a deep breath, the tension in her body slowly dissipating.

“Good,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “Tired, but… good.”

Damian smiled, his pride in her evident. “You should be proud of yourself,” he said softly. “What you did tonight wasn’t easy, but you trusted me, and you pushed yourself. That’s incredible.”

As they sat together, Damian continued to speak softly, his words filled with encouragement and reassurance. “Edging is as much about the mind as it is the body,” he explained. “It teaches patience, control, and trust. And you showed all of that tonight.”

Kaelis nodded, her cheeks warming at his praise. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice laced with gratitude.

Damian smiled, pleased with her response. “You’re welcome,” he said softly. “Remember, communication throughout a scene is crucial. If anything ever feels too intense or uncomfortable, you need to tell me immediately.”

Kaelis nodded, her eyes sincere. “I will,” she promised.

When Kaelis finally left Echelon that night, she felt a profound sense of accomplishment. The session had pushed her in ways she hadn’t expected, but it had also shown her the strength she hadn’t realized she possessed. Damian’s guidance and care had made all the difference, and she knew she was ready to continue exploring the depths of her trust and surrender.

Chapter fifteen

A Public Scene

KaelisMonroesteppedintothe grand hall of Echelon, her heart pounding as the low hum of conversation filled the air. Tonight was different. This wasn’t just a private session; it was a high-profile event attended by some of the most experienced and respected members of the club. Damian Blackthorn, ever composed and commanding, stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and reassuring. Kaelis nodded, though the butterflies in her stomach didn’t settle.

The room was a blend of opulence and intimacy, with rich red drapes lining the walls and soft, golden light illuminating the space. In the center, a raised platform served as the stage for the evening’s performances. Kaelis couldn’t help but feel the weight of the crowd’s presence, their gazes curious but respectful. Damian leaned down, his lips brushing close to herear. “Remember, this is about us. No one else matters,” he said, his voice a steady anchor.

As Damian led her to the platform, Kaelis focused on his presence, drawing strength from the quiet confidence he exuded. He helped her step onto the stage, his touch firm but gentle. “We’ll start slow,” he said, positioning her at the center. The murmurs in the room quieted as the audience turned their attention to them. Damian’s gaze met hers, his eyes filled with reassurance. “Trust me,” he whispered, and Kaelis nodded, surrendering to the moment.

Damian began with a silk blindfold, the soft fabric brushing against Kaelis’s skin as he secured it over her eyes. The darkness heightened her awareness, each sound and touch becoming more vivid. “Breathe,” he instructed, his voice low and soothing. Kaelis obeyed, her body relaxing as she let herself sink into the experience.

He started with featherlight touches, trailing his fingers along her arms and shoulders. The sensation was both grounding and electrifying; Kaelis couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Damian’s movements were deliberate, his hands guiding her into different positions as he continued to explore her body with soft brushes and warm, textured cloths. The audience watched in rapt silence, their admiration palpable, though Kaelis’s focus remained entirely on Damian.

As the scene progressed, Damian introduced silk restraints, tying her wrists gently but securely. “How does that feel?” he asked, his voice carrying only to her ears.

“Good,” Kaelis replied, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. Damian smiled, though she couldn’t see it, and adjusted her position slightly, ensuring her comfort. The intimacy of his attention sent a warmth spreading through her chest.

Damian picked up a long, soft feather, tracing it down Kaelis’s bare back. The audience watched silently as she shivered under the ticklish caress. He ran the feather down her arms, over her collarbone, and between her breasts. Her nipples pebbled, yearning for more.

Damian leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth, as the feather continued its teasing path down her stomach. He broke the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip before trailing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

The feather continued its torturous dance, just brushing against her sensitive skin. It traced the curve of her breasts, causing her to arch towards him involuntarily. The audience watched, hypnotized by her reactions. Damian guided the feather lower, barely touching her inner thighs, making her hips buck in anticipation.

Damian gently guided Kaelis to sit on the edge of the platform, positioning her legs so they dangled off the side, spread open and vulnerable. The dim lighting cast a soft glow on her exposed flesh, making her tense her muscles tight. “Beautiful… and vulnerable.”

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