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The urge to say as many as I could get sat on the tip of my tongue, but then I remembered his treat of making me beg him to stop. And knowing Damon, he’d make it his mission to torture me with relentless orgasms, even if it meant continuing his non-stop ministration on my body until the students came in for classes in the morning.
“I’m waiting for an answer. I’m positive you know that your threats of payback do not affect me.”
“You are too damn cocky for your own good, Damon Pierce.”
“I am who I am. Now be a good girl and answer the question.”
“Three.”
He lifted a brow as if surprised by my number. “I’ll take that as a minimum.”
“You have to be kidding me. I’ll die by the end of the night.”
“Death by orgasm. I’m sure Lucian will spare my life knowing you bore a smile on your face during your ultimate demise.”
“Don’t bring my brother into this. That’s just gross.”
“We met at his kink club, Sophia. He’s well aware that I fuck the hell out of you.”
“Let’s pretend he doesn’t.” I scrunched my nose up, which had him shaking his head. “I prefer to keep sex and any of my siblings in two very distinct categories.”
He rubbed his thumb over the crease that formed between my brows and then leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Anything for you, My Sophia.”
He looked around him and then shot me a wicked smile, moving to a small section with what looked like red rope. He inspected several spools before making his selection and returning to me.
“What are you planning to do with that?”
“I remember your interest in Shibari. Especially how your cheeks flushed and you pressed your thighs together as scenes progressed with those couples.”
A spasm rocketed through me, and a shiver slid down my spine.
It was the night Damon claimed me at Violent Delights, making it so no other Dom would ever touch me or look my way.
The evening had started with me wanting to escape all thoughts of Damon Pierce. He’d rejected me, so I decided to explore with someone else. But there was no replacing him, and I ended up watching a Japanese rope bondage demonstration. The couples were beautiful and oh-so sensual. I’d lost myself in the art and intimacy of it.
“Are you going to recreate the patterns on me?”
“I’m not a rope master by any means, but neither am I an amateur.” The throbbing in my core intensified, hearing the lust in his voice, “Want to see how aroused you get when you’re the rope model?”
There was no thinking twice about my answer. “Yes.”
“Then we begin. Make sure to breathe naturally.” He kissed my forehead and picked up a bundle of rope he had set on a shelf near him.
First, he encircled my waist and then made tiny knots from my belly button upward, stopping right between my breasts.
He pulled the rope across my breast and around again before creating a pattern around my bra-covered breast that squeezed and constricted. My nipples puckered, and a pinching sensation filled my body.
Goose bumps prickled my skin, and a flood of desire pooled between my legs.
I couldn’t help but shift, making the bindings tighter.
“Easy,” Damon crooned and slid his fingers between the rope and my body as if to ensure it wasn’t damaging my skin. “Want to keep going?”
Nodding, I stared into his deep green eyes and lost myself in the experience he constructed for me.
He set his hands on my hips and pushed my underwear down. Immediately, my pulse skyrocketed to an unsteady tempo. Reaching over to his side, he grabbed another bundle and continued his sensual tantalization.
By the time he finished, he had me completely at his mercy. Red silk tethered my arms to the rafters above my head, crimson ropes weaved, intricate geometric designs all over my chest and torso, and every thought in my body centered on the ropes he had positioned on either side of my labia. Every sway, shift, breath, heightened the sensations on my clit.
