Chapter 68: Devil’s Lie (R18+)
Damian caged her against the vanity, his towering frame completely blocking the light. He leaned in, his obsidian eyes locking onto hers with a dark, suffocating intensity.
"I need you completely under my submission, Anastasia," he purred low, his voice a dangerous baritone. "No defiance. No resistance."
Ana’s gaze dropped to his hands. In his large grip, he held a black silk blindfold and a pair of cold, silver handcuffs. Her heart slammed against her ribs, a mixture of fear and sudden, terrifying heat pooling in her stomach.
"What... what are you planning to do?" She asked, her voice trembling.
Ana was thoroughly confused and terrified of him in this state. She remembered the last time he had used bondage on her... she had completely lost herself, entirely consumed by pleasure until she didn’t even recognize herself.
Damian’s lips curved into a dark, unreadable smirk. "You will find out soon enough."
On the marble counter beside him sat a crystal glass of whiskey over ice. Damian picked it up, taking a slow, heavy sip.
Before Ana could process the movement, his free hand seized the back of her neck, pulling her mouth up to his.
He captured her lips, forcing her to drink the burning amber liquid directly from his mouth. Ana gasped at the sharp bite of the alcohol, coughing softly as a stray drop trickled down her chin and jaw.
Damian’s lips immediately followed the trail, his hot tongue sucking the liquid off her delicate skin with slow, agonizing precision.
Without a word, he turned her around so her back pressed flush against his chest.
"Damian..."
He brought the black silk blindfold over her eyes, knotting it tightly behind her head. Total darkness enveloped her, immediately heightening every brush of his skin against hers.
Slowly, piece by piece, Damian unzipped her dress, letting the fabric pool at her feet. His lips trailed possessive kisses over her exposed neck and down her shoulder blade.
Ana’s head arched back, helplessly falling onto his broad chest as an involuntary shiver ran through her.
He turned her back around to face him. With a swift, ruthless motion, he stripped off her lace bra and panties.
Ana gasped sharply, shivering at the feeling of being completely naked, utterly exposed, yet entirely blind to what he was doing.
Damian reached for his glass of whiskey. Without warning, he tipped it, pouring the amber liquid directly over her bare breasts.
The sudden, freezing contact made Ana gasp, her breath hitching as she instinctively raised her hands to cover herself. But before she could touch her skin, Damian caught both of her wrists in an iron grip, holding them firmly above her head.
"Let me taste you, Doll," he whispered dangerously against her wet, sticky skin.
He leaned down, taking one heavy nipple entirely into his mouth, sucking hard as if he were an addict starving for a fix. His other large hand cupped her second breast, squeezing her roughly, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive strength.
Ana bit her lip hard, desperately trying to hold back her cries. She didn’t want to moan his name... she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
But as his mouth worked over her wet skin, a needy, helpless moan broke from her throat.
"Damian..."
Suddenly, his warmth disappeared. The sudden loss of contact made her shudder in the cold air, but before she could speak, the sharp click of cool metal echoed in the room. The handcuffs clamped securely around her wrists.
"Damian, wait," Ana pleaded, her voice laced with sudden panic as the reality of the steel set in. "This is too much..."
"Your head overthinks a lot, Anastasia," Damian murmured, his voice a dark, low command right near her ear. "Just feel my need. And let the world see what an obedient little slave you are."
Let the world see?
Ana’s pulse spiked violently. "What... what do you mean?"
Damian didn’t answer. He slowly tugged on the chain of her handcuffs, guiding her forward step by step.
Suddenly, a wave of cool, raw night air hit her completely bare skin. She heard the faint, distant hum of the city far below.
Fear slammed into her like a freight train. She realized where they were... the expansive, open balcony of the penthouse.
"No! Damian, no!" Ana backed away in absolute terror, her bound hands uselessly trying to pull back, but Damian’s heavy arm instantly locked around her waist, cutting off her escape.
"You complained about me hiding you from the world, sweet angel..." Damian whispered darkly against her ear, his hand pressing into her bare hip. "Now I am letting the world finally see you... completely under my control."
He guided her toward the edge of the balcony, pulling her wrists up and securing the handcuffs tightly to the heavy iron railings, spreading her arms wide until she was bound like a cross against the night sky.
Ana’s mind raced in sheer panic. She stood completely naked, blindfolded, and chained to the outdoor railing overlooking the illuminated city, desperately trying to suppress her moans as the cool wind bit into her skin.
Behind her, she heard the rustle of clothes as Damian undressed himself, his dark, heavy gaze devouring the sight of her trembling, helpless body standing nervously at his mercy. He was fully hard, his shaft throbbing and ready to fill her.
Damian stepped closer, his broad hand catching her waist and arching her hips directly back toward his heat. His other hand gently traced the long curve of her spine, a slow, possessive stroke that made her shudder and involuntarily relax into his touch.
He lined himself up against her slick, warm core and pushed inside with a slow, agonizing pace, filling her completely.
Ana gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as her body stretched around him.
Damian pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back into her with a heavy, relentless thrust.
"Look at you," Damian purred low in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "People are watching us right now, Anastasia... watching my little slave take every inch of me."
A wave of intense shame crashed over her at the thought of executive towers or late-night onlookers seeing her like this, yet the sheer terror and degradation only sent a fresh surge of slick heat pooling between her thighs. She was terrified... yet she was maddeningly, violently turned on.
His movements were frantic, but heavy and deliberate. He clearly had no intention of ending this quickly.
Ana could feel her own slickness leaking down her thighs, every nerve ending in her body hyper-stimulated by the cold wind and his scorching heat.
Damian brought his hand down, hard, spanking her bare ass before tightly squeezing the flesh, making her let out a loud, high-pitched moan that echoed into the night.
Ana’s legs began to tremble uncontrollably as a powerful, overwhelming release built up deep in her stomach. She couldn’t take the torment anymore.
"Damian, please," she begged, her voice cracking as she threw away her pride, weeping in total surrender. "Faster... please don’t make me wait anymore!"
Damian smirked against her neck, granting her wish. He locked his hand firmly on her hip and drove into her with a fast, punishing rhythm, pounding into her core until the sheer friction burned through her defenses.
Ana screamed out into the dark as a shattering orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing wildly against the iron railings.
Seconds later, with a heavy, low growl, Damian thrust deep inside her one last time, spilling his heat into her as they both gasped for air under the dark, open night sky... completely exposed, utterly exhausted, and deeply satisfied.
Silence settled over the balcony, broken only by their heavy, synchronized breathing.
Damian unclipped the black silk scarf from behind her head, letting it fall away, before unlocking the silver handcuffs from the railing.
Ana blinked through her tear-stained eyelashes, her vision slowly adjusting to the dark. She braced herself, instinctively curling into her arms to hide herself from the city below.
"Look, Anastasia," Damian said softly, turning her face toward the sprawling skyline.
Ana looked down, her heart still hammering... and froze.
The penthouse lights behind them were completely turned off, casting the balcony in pitch-black shadows. Down below, the street directly beneath the private residential tower was completely empty, shrouded in darkness with zero onlookers in sight.
There was no one watching. He had lied to her just to push her over the edge.
"Nobody saw a thing," Damian whispered, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he pulled her trembling, satisfied body flush against his chest. "You were always entirely mine... only mine."