Page 107 of The CEO

“Not yet.” I withdraw my touch completely, leaving her trembling on the edge of pleasure without fulfillment. “You come when I decide, not before. Remember the rules?”

“Yes, Lord,” she gasps, frustration evident but accepting my conditions.

I help her rise, turning her to face me, admiring the flush that spreads across her skin, the dazed look in her eyes. With careful movements, I unbind her wrists, massaging them gently to restore circulation.

“Lie back on the bed,” I instruct once she’s free. “Arms above your head.”

She complies without hesitation, positioning herself as directed, the picture of willing surrender. I retrieve soft silk scarves from the case, using them to bind her wrists to the headboard, spreading her arms wide in a position that leaves her completely exposed and vulnerable.

“Look at you,” I murmur, admiring the tableau she creates against the white sheets. “So beautiful in your surrender.”

Her eyes follow me as I move around the bed, anticipation evident in every line of her body. I take my time, making her wait, building the tension before continuing. Finally, I join her on the bed, positioning myself between her legs, looking up the length of her body to meet her eyes.

“I’m going to taste you now,” I inform her, my tone making it clear that this is not a request or an offer, but a statement of intent. “You will not come until I give you permission. If you disobey, there will be consequences. Understood?”

“Yes, Lord,” she responds, but uncertainty flickers in her eyes—doubt about her ability to control her response given how close she already is.

“If you need to, you may ask for permission,” I concede, recognizing her concern. “But acceptance of denial is part of your submission.”

Without further warning, I lower my head, using my mouth and tongue with deliberate skill, bringing her immediately back to the edge she was hovering on before. Her body tenses, thighs trembling as she struggles to obey my command despite the pleasure building inexorably.

“Please,” she gasps after mere minutes of this exquisite torture. “Please, Damien, may I come?”

I lift my head slightly. “No.”

The denial is immediate, definitive. She whimpers but accepts it, her restraint admirable given the intensity of stimulation. I continue, relentless in my attention, driving her higher without allowing release.

“Please,” she begs again, voice breaking. “I don’t think I can?—”

“You can,” I interrupt. “And you will. Show me your submission, Eve. Show me your control even as you surrender it to me.”

The contradiction pushes her to a new level of experience—maintaining control only to prove her willingness to surrender it. I watch her struggle, fascinated by the beauty of her restraint, the power of her submission.

When I judge that she can endure no more, when her entire body trembles with the effort of obedience, I finally relent. “Come for me now, Eve. Show me what happens when you surrender completely.”

Permission granted, she shatters spectacularly, release washing through her with an intensity I’ve never witnessed before. Her back arches off the bed, restraints pulling taut as pleasure overwhelms her. The sounds she makes are primal and unrestrained.

I maintain contact throughout, prolonging her pleasure until she’s gasping for mercy, overstimulated and overwhelmed. Only then do I relent, moving up her body to release her bonds, gathering her trembling form against me as aftershocks continue to ripple through her.

“Beautiful,” I murmur against her hair. “Perfect submission.”

She nestles against me, relaxed and spent. “Was I obedient?”

“Very,” I assure her, stroking her hair. “You were magnificent. Everything I could have asked for and more.”

“Was this lesson number one?”

“Mm-hmm.” I lean down to wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth before biting down. “Of many.”

“What’s next?” She slides her hand down between us, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan against her lips. “I’m not sure I have the patience to deny myself while I explain, so get on your stomach.” Without warning, I flip her over, stepping off the bed to yank her by the ankles until her legs are dangling over the edge. “Now you’re going to learn how to handle pain, baby girl.”

Even after I’ve dumped a fourth load inside her, she crawls back to me, her round eyes staring up at me as I command her to suck my cock.

“I swear to fuck you are the greediest ohhh—” My eyes roll back in my head when she slides her hands between my thighs to cup my balls. “How the fuck do you take my cock so many times baby, hmm? You’re such a good girl—such a good, filthy girl . . . that’s iiittttt,” I trail off, my release slamming into me so hard my legs stiffen and my head falls back as an animalistic groan tears from my chest.

When I finally come back down to earth, Eve is panting next to me, both of us covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

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