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I shake my head, looking around as if I could find the answer on the floor somewhere. Then, miraculously, I do.
The chains are still next to the couch, exactly where we left them.
I hold my hands up, looking straight into Damon’s eyes. “Chain me.”
Chapter 18 - Damon
All the air seems to go out of the room as I stare at Winnie, trying to comprehend what she just said.
“What?” I ask, my voice caught in my throat.
“I said, chain me,” Winnie answers, holding up her hands and nodding towards the cuffs.
I look over slowly, seeing the chains in a pile on the floor where I left them earlier. When I took them off, I never intended to put them on her ever again.
So why is she asking me…?
“Winnie, are you sure?”
“Yes,” she nods, shaking her hands in my direction. “Please, do it!”
She looks so distraught. I want to hold her and soothe her. But she also has a fierceness about her, a glint in her eye that tells me if I touch her the wrong way, she could rip my throat out.
I’m scared of her.
The realization hits me like a stun gun to the base of my spine. I’ve never really been afraid of anyone in my life, but I have felt fear. And this is the most intensely I’ve ever felt it.
I’m afraid of what I might do to her… but I’m more afraid of what she’ll do to me.
I don’t think she’d hurt me physically, even if she attacked me. But already, a strong affection for her is building in my chest, as well as a deep, almost reverent respect.
“Damon!” she cries, lowering her head and holding up her hands. “Just do it—and take me, please!”
I don’t give myself time to think; I just grab the chains and lunge towards her. She doesn’t even flinch when I grab her wrists and snap the cuffs into place. Gathering the chain, I hook it so she has a little movement, but not much.
She raises her face to meet mine, and I look straight into her tear-filled eyes. I feel an overwhelming tenderness for her, but also a raging lust that threatens to tear me apart if I don’t fuck her soon.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, holding back with every single ounce of my strength.
“Fuck me,” she murmurs. “I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. This feeling inside me—it’s eating me alive!”
“This feeling?” I ask, pulling on the chain to draw her forward while my other hand slides up her skirt. I press my fingers firmly into her skin, running up her thigh and stroking my thumb across the outer edges of her pussy.
She moans, writhing as she opens her legs. I yank the chain, holding her in place as I bury my fingers in her pussy, rubbing against her throbbing clit.
“This feeling?” I ask again. “Is this the feeling you can’t stand?”
“Yes!” she wails, going loose against the chains as she opens her legs even wider. “Make it better… make it all better!”
I let go of the chain and grab her ankles, pulling her towards me as I flip the skirt up and bury my face in her pussy. She squirms under me, gasping and crying out as I suck on her clit and punish her lower lips with my tongue.
I wait for the orgasm to rush through her, pinning her thighs to the floor as she thrashes against me. Her wails are thesweetest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I lap deeper into her so she writhes and screams even more.
When she finally relaxes, I raise my head to see her with her hands covering her face. Her breath shudders in and out of her chest, and her knees are shaking.
“Feel better?” I ask.
Winnie shakes her head, taking her hands away from her face. “No,” she says very seriously. “I need your cock.”
