Anticipation emptied her brains, leaving her wild and needy. Excitement flooded her body with pleasant hormones that kept her high. The aches were forgotten—or at least, left unnoticed—as she waited for him to come back to her. Heat crawled on her body, making her squirm, and pooled at her center like a dam ready to burst with just a little tap. The fire within her blazed and roared with no signs of letting up.
Her bones were jelly in her skin. She could barely move right. When she realized that half of her body was still hanging from the bed, she moved up and made sure she was smack in the middle to avoid falling and, thus, embarrassing herself.
A giggle escaped from her when she remembered a post she had once read online. It was about a woman falling from the bed in the middle of sex with her lover and she had to yell "five-second rule!"
The silk of the bed covers caressed her skin and assured her of the promises of what was coming. But she was no fool. She knew a storm when she saw one. And the moment was the peace before the storm.
Who was she kidding? He was no damn storm. Damien was a motherfucking hurricane. He was a force of nature that will destroy and ruin and leave one with nothing if she was not careful. He was a risk. He was a risk that she took for the curiosity, but ended up betting more than she could afford.
She had seen how far he could go, how hard and deep and fast he could take her. She had seen the violence of his temper and his jealousy.
She was not romanticising his violence towards her but she appreciated the underlying meaning. If she hadn't known him, if she hadn't had any feelings towards him, if she hadn't been so willing, she would have been terrified. She would have run away without a backwards glance. But she had. She had known him. She had feelings for him. She had been more than willing to be dragged into the whirlwind of need and want that was Damien.
She looked back to where they had started as a professor and him as a student. She realized a horrifying truth.
They were at the point of no return. Pain will be a part of their relationship whether they wanted it or not. If they continue, one of them could end up hurt. If they don't, the other would suffer.
The beating of the drums inside her drowned away any coherent thought that may have dared to surface. The pressure of the volcano silenced any doubts that tried to scream at her. Today, there would be no doubts, just pure bliss for both of them.
Her eyes were magnetized by his handsome face when the door of the walk-in closet creaked open. She'd always been attracted to him. It was his height that had first taken her attention. Being a short woman, tall people usually interested her no matter how their faces or bodies may look. Then it was his eyes that were margined by thick and dark lashes. They were so dark--not as dark as hers--and full of feelings. They were molten gold that managed to pin anyone when he wanted them to.
She returned her attention to him. In his hands were stockings that Gannie might have put in her closet and she had ignored for a long time. Nothing would have made her body go soft and pliant more than the look in his eyes.
They were hungry. They were wild. This time, this moment, they were only for her.
"Are you ready, Kitten?" he asked, his voice a little deeper than usual, carrying that lilt of the masculine. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and sent Lie's body under the tidal wave of lust and greed.
She had no other choice but to nod. Her hunger could not be quenched by anyone other than the man who was now making his way towards her; his eyes burned her skin. She was powerless against the whirlpool of heat and wetness in her center. They were raging and yearning.
He straddled her stomach. His weight was evenly distributed on either of his knees as to not hurt her. He looked down at her and gave her an arrogant smirk. He loved seeing her like this—completely in lust, drowning in anticipation, and waiting to be devoured.
He covered her breasts with the smooth fabric of the stockings and rubbed them gently. Then, he squeezed the mounds of flesh at the same time, teasing, arousing, and sensitizing them. He knew that the fabric rubbed against her sensitive nipples and he enjoyed the reactions he was getting—her shivers, moans, and groans were fuel to the fire of his growing needs.
"Nnnn!" her body was electrified beyond comprehension. Her breath hitched and her nails dug into the covers beside her.
His smile was feral and satisfied. Her nipples had hardened against his palm. Yes, her breasts were small but they were as beautiful as anything that he had ever seen or touched. Her reactions were what made it so fun to touch and taste her.
Her body was getting used to different kinds of assaults from his hands, mouth, and body. She was craving for them. She can't help it. She couldn't. Her eyes opened and looked into the depths of his eyes. She saw her reflection in them. And she saw his need.
"Is there something you want to say, Professor?" he asked with a smirk.His hands kneaded her breasts gently before they proceeded to pinch her nipples through the stocking and rubbed them with his thumb.
"N-no…" she shook her head and covered her lips with the back of her hand. She had to control herself. Her head was filled with his scent, his looks, his voice, and his touches. She had to fight it or else she will be a slave to his wants and needs. She didn't want that. She didn't want to depend on anyone but herself.
She saw him smirk even more as he pulled her nipples before twisting them almost painfully.
"H-hey!" she gasped out and held his wrists tightly. "No pulling!"
He saw her brows knit together and knew that she was serious. He chuckled and bent down to peck at her forehead. "I'm sorry. No pulling then…."
She sighed in relief only to raise a brow when he took her hands and locked them together with his huge hand. Then his other hand got busy with tying her wrists with the stockings. "Well… I like where this is going," she looked up at him as he locked her arms over her head and secured them to the headboard. "I've only read stories and watched videos before."
"Well then, let's see if you'll like the sensation, professor," he whispered as he wrapped a black bandana over her eyes and licking her neck after. He knew that his smile was feral but he couldn't help it. She looked so delicious like this. So pliant. So… ready. He had to complaints about the shape of her body. She was on the chubby side unlike most of the girls he has had experiences before.
She had stretch marks on her thighs, belly, breasts, and even her shoulders. Her upper arms had spots that stood out against the normal color of her skin. She had said that all those made her feel inferior, even insecure. To him, they made her unique and beautiful.
The darkness left Lie anxious. She couldn't see him and she won't be able to defend herself if… she shook her head before the thought could fully bloom. She's not in danger. She was simply under Damien's mercy. She'll be fine. This was just foreplay to what was coming.
"Is this fine, Callie?" his voice sounded close but not close enough to be beside her face. He was sitting over her, that's for sure.
"Yes," she replied and calmed herself, starting from the tips of her toes to the tips of her fingers. She counted slowly in her mind as her muscles relaxed and her mind cleared.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop, Callie. I won't do anything that might hurt you," this time, he sounded closer. She could feel his breath against her lips.
Damien meant it this time. He didn't want to hurt her. Not again.
"I will," she answered and tilted her face up to offer his lips to him. She was disappointed when she didn't feel his lips against hers.
The bed creaked as his weight was lifted from it. He had just left her on the bed, tied up and blindfolded.
"Damien?" she called out but there was no answer. The silence was deafening and it made her feel uneasy. "Damien?"
"I'm here," he replied, a little distant from the bed. "I'll always be here. Just relax."
A heavy weight she later realized as fear slowly lifted from her chest. "Okay then." She tried to visualize her room in her mind.
Her queen-sized bed was pressed on the left side corner of the room if the seer is standing at the door. Her desktop was at the lower left corner, just adjacent to her bed. The doors to the bathroom and walk-in closet were at the right side. There was a table beside the bed that was—
Her thought process was halted when she felt his hand on her ankles. Will he tie them down too? What will he do? A jolt of electricity ran through her body when she felt his lips at the insides of her ankle.
"I love every inch of your body, Callie…" his voice was so low she had to strain her ears to hear him better. "It's so soft and real." Each of his words was punctuated with a kiss on every inch of skin on her legs.
It was a slow and torturous moment but with each kiss and word, she grew even wetter.
"It's so strong and firm," he squeezed her legs as he lifted them over his shoulders. The muscles under her skin bunched. She knew her legs would be heavy. "It managed to handle a jealous bout from me," he nipped at the side of her knee and sucked on it gently. "Not that I'd purposely hurt it."
She tried to listen to his words but her mind kept getting blurry. She tried to have any coherent thought to no avail. His words just came tumbling into her mind and had their own little party there. What a waste of good brains.
"Your skin is the color of caramel and it's delicious as fuck. I can just lick and eat it all day," his lips pressed against her inner thigh. "I'm really sorry for putting marks on it," he licked the bruises gently and slowly. "I'll try to be gentler next time."
"Bullshit…" Lie chuckled breathlessly as she tried to pull on the stockings that held her arms captive. It was the only word that she can utter.
His snort made her giggle and bite her lower lip. "You have a way with your words, professor," he whispered and planted a kiss on her belly. "I love thinking that you are mine, that's the truth." His hands electrified every centimetre of her legs up to her thighs until they reached her hips.
She didn't mind drowning and being taken away by the wave of needs and demands between them. In fact, she enjoyed it very much. She was about to reply to him when her phone gave the shrill scream of SOS. Like a stone in a slingshot, she threw her body up but was pulled back painfully by the stockings. "Ow!" she gasped out as the fabric dug itself into her wrists.
"Wait! Just wait a minute. I'll remove them from you," Damien was already removing the ties as he was speaking, cursing himself when he had difficulty removing them. Who was calling that had the professor forgetting that she was tied down?
She immediately grabbed her phone once she was free.
The look that she gave Damien was apologetic as she pulled away from him and stood up while listening to the voice on the line. She picked up the robe from her chair and wore it quietly while watching Damien put his clothes on, already feeling sorry and guilty for him.
"I'll be there. Don't leave," she murmured. "Give me 15 minutes."
She walked to her closet and picked up whatever clothes were closest to her. "I'll be back as soon as I can," she told Damien as she wrapped wore her coat over her shirt and short skirt. She gave him a smile before jogging out of the house.