Despite my best efforts not to, I send her a withering glare, and she smiles and winks at me before she hands a key to Damien. “Call if you need me.” She purrs sultrily, staring knowingly into his eyes. Damien takes the key dangling from her slender finger and nods. He knows her—he knows her very well if the lingering glances between them were anything to go by. I can put my life on the line that he’s already fucked her in every position known to mankind.
I follow Damien closely as we walk through the crowd to a secluded area. We stop at a giant black door; he slides the little silver key in the lock and unlocks it before pushing it open. He walks in and pulls me in, closing the door behind us again.
The room was dimly lit. I turn and gasp when I see the space. Oh…shit. It was a BDSM room with sex toys, chains, whips, and other items I couldn’t even name. Handcuffs were dangling from the ceiling to the left side of the room, a sex swing on the right, and a bed in the center. What in the fifty shades of crap is this.
“Damien, what the hell—”
“—You wanted to know more about me. Well, here it is.” I tear my eyes away from the various items around the room and look at him. “This is my world, Ezra.”
I frown, and my eyes sweep across the room before they settle on him once again. “So, you what… bring different girls in here, and torture them?” I question, horrified, and he smirks, leading me further into the room.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it torture, the girls that come in here know the score and enjoy it.” He explains and draws me against him. “I’m a Dominant, Ezra. I’m sure you’ve already figured that out.”
I scowl up at him. “Dominant? No, Damien, I haven’t figured out a damned thing about you. Did I know you were into some kinky shit? Yes, I did know that, but this…this is...way, way out of my comfort zone. I’m not loving the idea of getting tortured in your…dungeon of pain.” Damien narrows his eyes for a moment and brushes his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and sigh.
“Look at me, Ezra.” I open my eyes and meet his silver gaze. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but tell me a part of you isn’t curious about this. Tell me you haven’t loved every bit of what I’ve done to you so far?” When I chew on my bottom lip, he smiles sexily and kisses my jaw. “Open up your mind a little. In here, it’s not just about pain; it’s about turning the pain into pleasure, which I’ve shown you a couple of times now.”
“And if it’s not for me?”
“I can bring another girl in here, and you can watch if you want.” My brows go up to my hairline, and I glare at him. He did not just suggest I sit and watch him screw another girl.
“You mean that raven-haired sex goddess from before?” I question, and he doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. “You can’t be serious?”
“If you’re unsure and want to have a better understanding of what goes on in here…” Damien trails off while I glare up at him.
“Let me get this straight. You’re going to make me watch while you torture and fuck another woman?” Damien smirks and grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head, so our lips are almost touching as he speaks.
“For demonstration purposes,” He whispers, “Would it bother you to see me with another woman, Ezra. Watching me pleasure her, making her scream and orgasm again and again.” His lips brush against mine as he speaks in a deep husky tone that makes me dizzy, and I felt my insides burn at the thought of Damien touching and pleasuring another woman.
Like hell.
I raise a brow, “How about I go out there and fuck another man while you watch. Would that please you, Damien?” His gaze hardens, and his jaw clenches tight. Damien's fingers curl at the nape of my neck, and he squeezes a little while his lips ghost over mine.
“You can try, baby.” Damien hisses threateningly, staring heatedly into my eyes. “I’ll drop the fucker before he even thinks about laying a finger on you.”
I smirk, satisfied by his response, “You so much as blink in another woman’s direction, and I will rip your nutsack off.” I threaten, and Damien’s lips quirk; he kisses me softly.
“Is that right?” I nod silently, my eyes never leaving his. Damien pulls his head back a little and rakes his eyes over my face while his hands massage my buttocks. “Fortunately for you, pretty girl, I have an insatiable appetite for you, and the only pussy I have any interest in fucking belongs between these gorgeous legs.” My heart swells at his words, and I bit my lip. I don’t know who I was kidding. Of course, I’m going to surrender to him.
“I will not be your submissive,” I inform him boldly. “I will not call you, sir, and you’re not my master,” I add.
Damien smiles, clearly amused, and bites his lip while we stare into one another's eyes.
“Ezra, you’re overthinking this. I’m not looking for a submissive. That’s not what this is, babe. Just relax and remember pain is only in the mind. I’m not going to give you more than you can handle.” I nod, and he takes my hand and leads me over to the handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. I look up at the chains and will my heart stop ramming so hard in my chest.
Damien comes up behind me and brushes my hair over to the other shoulder. “Do you trust me?” He whispers in my ear as I look at the chains hanging in front of me. I swallow hard and nod.
“Yes.”
“You remember your safe word.” He questions, his fingers sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders.
“Yes.”
“Good. Remember to use it when you want to stop, and we will, all right?” I nod and wait while he unfastens the zipper to my dress and glides down my hips until it pool around my feet. “No underwear,” His hand strokes my left buttock and palms it hard, making me gasp a little. “Naughty girl.” Damien gathers my arms up and cuffs me to the chains hanging from the ceiling. I wince when the cuffs bite into my skin. His big hands run down my arms, and he towers over me, tall, strong, powerful, and I feel my knees wobble. I hiss when he curls his fingers in my hair and tugs my head up to meet his waiting lips with a hard and dirty kiss. I moan into his mouth when his tongue teases my own before he pulls away, taking a couple of steps back, his eyes unyielding and dark with desire.
Sweet lord
Damien unbuttons his shirt and slides it off his muscular shoulders. I watch eagerly, taking in his exquisite physique, my eyes raking over every bump, every ripple of muscle, and I almost salivate. He sets his shirt on the side and walks to the back of the room; he picks up a long whip with a leather strap at the top and walks back toward me.
I gulp and feel my body shiver with apprehension while he stood before me, whip-in-hand clad in only his tight black ripped jeans.
“Are you ready for me, pretty girl?”
Oh, God...