Chapter 49: The Devil Wants More (R18+)
The pitch-black silk blindfold slid over her eyes, instantly plunging Ana into complete darkness.
Without her sight, her other senses ignited like dry wood caught in a flame. The cool air of the master bedroom prickled against her bare skin, every breath Damian drew sounded like thunder in the heavy silence, and the scent of his cologne enveloped her like an inescapable web.
"Hands," Damian commanded softly, his baritone vibrating against her ear.
Ana’s trembling fingers lifted blindly. With swift, practiced precision, Damian wrapped a cool silk tie around her wrists, securing her hands loosely above her head against the heavy headboard.
She wasn’t pinned painfully, but she was entirely exposed, entirely vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.
"Damian..." Ana choked out, her chest heaving as the darkness pressed in on her. "Please..."
Sting.
A soft, sharp slap struck her flushed cheek. It wasn’t meant to cause real pain; it was a sudden, electric jolt to her nervous system.
Ana gasped, her eyes widening behind the silk as a shocking heat bloomed across her face and spread straight down into the pit of her stomach.
Her mind tried to hold onto her pride, but her traitorous body flared with a sudden, overwhelming wave of submissive anticipation.
"Look at you," Damian purred darkly, his broad hand sliding down her neck, his calloused thumb tracing the rapid, erratic pulse in her throat. "One touch, one sting, and your body is already betraying you, Anastasia. Your stubborn mind wants to fight me, but your skin... your skin is begging for me."
"I’m... I’m not..." Ana gasped out, biting her lip as his hands roamed downward.
Smack.
His palm struck the sensitive flesh of her breast, the sharp friction making her back arch sharply off the mattress.
A helpless whimpering sound escaped her throat as he continued his relentless punishment... delivering firm, possessive spanks across her hips, her inner thighs, and teasing over her breathless, sensitive core.
Every sting was immediately followed by the intoxicating warmth of his hand, soothing the heat only to build an unbearable fever beneath her skin. Ana thrashed weakly against the silk binding, completely overwhelmed by the ruthless sensory overload.
Her skin felt hyper-sensitive and desperate for the one thing that could quench the fire he was building inside her.
Damian leaned his weight over her, his broad chest pressing her into the mattress, his lips brushing the curve of her ear.
"Address me properly," Damian commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, unyielding growl. "Call me Master."
Ana whimpered, her head rolling back against the pillows, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he teased the absolute edge of her composure. She couldn’t fight it anymore.
The darkness, the heat, and the sheer power of his hold over her shattered her last remaining defense.
"Master..." Ana sobbed out softly, her voice trembling with complete, breathless surrender. "Master, please..."
Hearing the word fall from her swollen, shivering lips shattered the last thread of Damian’s icy restraint.
A dark, guttural growl ripped from his chest. Abandoning all calculated control, Damian pulled her flush against him, claiming her with a wild, feverish intensity that consumed them both in the dark.
Damian leaned down over her, his massive frame cutting off what little light remained behind her blindfold. Without a second’s hesitation, he claimed her lips in a brutal, uncompromising kiss.
He bit down firmly on her bottom lip, drinking in the sharp gasp that escaped her throat before trailing his hot, ravenous mouth down her neck and onto her exposed collarbone, leaving deep, dark marks in his wake.
His large, calloused hands possessed her breasts, squeezing them with heavy, deliberate pressure, his fingers nipping at her sensitive flesh before bringing his mouth down to suck hard on her hardened peak.
Ana writhing helplessly against the silk bindings, completely out of her mind. Her body was pushed to its absolute limit, her core aching desperately for his touch, but Damian was unyielding... taking his time, worshipping every inch of her body with brutal, possessive passion.
He moved lower, his teeth nipping along the delicate skin of her inner thighs until he finally reached her dripping core. The heat radiating off her was intoxicating, but he held back, his heavy breath fanning over her damp skin.
"Beg me, Anastasia," Damian growled low, his voice dark and dripping with dominance. "Beg me to put my mouth on you."
"Please..." Ana sobbed, her hips lifting instinctively off the bed as she completely surrendered. "Please, Master... put your mouth on me!"
A low, guttural growl of pure satisfaction ripped from Damian’s chest.
He instantly buried his face between her thighs, sucking her wetness greedily. "So sweet," he purred against her skin, his breath burning hot. "My sweet nectar. Remember this, Anastasia... only I can please you. Only I get to touch this body, and only I will ever make you come. No one else."
"Yes... yes!" Ana cried out, tears of sensation overload slipping beneath the silk blindfold as she neared the edge of absolute destruction. "Only you Master!"
Satisfied with her confession, Damian plunged two fingers deep inside her, pumping in and out with a fast, merciless rhythm that pushed her over the precipice.
Ana screamed his name, her body shattering into a violent, earth-shattering orgasm, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as the intense waves crashed through her.
Before she could even catch her breath, Damian pulled back and rose to his knees.
With effortless strength, he flipped her onto her front, her hands still tied above her head. He reached down, grabbing her hips and pulling her up onto her knees, arching her back until her sensitive, lingering core was completely exposed to him.
He pressed his rock-hard shaft directly against her wet entrance, the dark heat between them rising to a fever pitch.
"My turn," Damian growled, his deep tone vibrating against her bare spine. He leaned down, his broad chest crushing against her back as he whispered darkly into her ear, "Don’t expect me to slow down today, Anastasia. No matter how many times it takes... until I am satisfied, I will keep taking you. No complaints. Only submission."
Ana couldn’t lie to herself anymore. Surrounded by the darkness of the blindfold, her skin still burning from his touch, she needed him right now... more than anything in the world.
She let out a soft, shuddering breath and tilted her head back against his shoulder, submitting completely to his possessive will.
Without another second of restraint, Damian entered her from behind with a ruthless thrust.
Ana gasped at the intense, overwhelming fullness, her body instantly clenching around him. His movements were slow at first as he adjusted to her tight, warm core, but her soft, gripping walls squeezed him so tightly it drove him to the brink.
He cursed under his breath, his breathing growing dangerously erratic. His large hand came down in a sharp, possessive spank against her hip, before he set a wild, unrelenting rhythm that slammed her into the mattress with every thrust.
Ana moaned helplessly, her hips instinctively rolling back to meet his furious pace, completely lost in the feverish tide.
Within minutes, the relentless friction pushed them both over the edge. Damian buried his face into the crook of her neck, roaring as he reached his release, pumping every drop of his heat deep inside her as Ana shattered alongside him.
Ana collapsed against the sheets, gasping greedily for air. But before her heart rate could settle, she shrieked as Damian leaned down and untied the silk knot securing her wrists to the headboard.
Without breaking the connection between their bodies, he flipped her over to face him. Effortlessly, he lifted her waist, pulling her up to straddle his lap.
"I want more," he purred, his obsidian eyes burning through her even beneath the blindfold.