You Belong To Me ~Closed~

You Belong to Me
Written by PrincessSexci and Tirithire​

Kelly Slater was a happy woman. Why was she happy? Well, any girl would be with a great new boyfriend. Granted, they had only been dating for a few months and they weren't close enough for her to say 'this is the man I'm going to be with for the rest of my life'. No, it wasn't that sort of relationship. She wasn't even sure if it would eventually get there.

Her and Damion had met in a club of all places. At the time, she hadn't been looking for someone to date. It had just been a simple girls night out, in fact had it not been for her friends. She would've not given Damion any sort of chance of making their first meeting a ' one night stand '. Her friends had talked her out of it, of course.

So, in all retrospect, their chance meeting was supposed to stop at that one night. By the end of the night, however he wanted her number. He not only wanted her number, he actually called her a couple days later so they could actually go out on an 'official' first date. Thus, the rest was history.

One thing that she loved about Damion was they had their own girls and guys night out, where they would actually be away from each other for awhile. Thats what she loved, because their was only so much of boyfriend/girlfriend time one could stand. He'd have his poker nights with the guys every weekend and when he was out playing poker, she was out getting drinks with the girls.

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Damian for his part of the 'story', had been living his life the way he wished. Being the son of a successful business man, he didn't actually have to work. He chose to dabble in different interests, mostly opening a few clubs of his own. The truth of the matter was; that was how he met Kelly. The club had been Ricocco's, a friend of his had asked for some financial backing and being the friend he was, Damian of course agreed.

That was where they had met. He had been speaking to Walter, his friend about their next play night, when he had spotted her. Damian in secret was a dom, a man whom dominated women and on the nights that he was out, he was busy tying, using, fucking, playing and otherwise titillating his sub for the evening. His most recent Sub, a woman named Sandra had moved from the city when he met Kelly, so the joke was that she would be his next 'conquest'.

He decided to date her, to 'try her out'. See if she had the kind of personality that he could simply take over. He wasn't a cultist, and it was true that friday nights were his men's time, since it was he and a group of other guys that went to a mansion on the edge of town to satisfy their personal kinks. He had decided though that he wasn't really going to force her into his lifestyle... at least, that was how he thought so.

He had come home drunk a few times, he never truly abusive to her, although they had had a few of the rougher sides of romps, he never hit her in a painful way, and he had never actually dominated her, not in that sense. He was a handsome, and strong man, yet for the most part he was gentle with her. He had no thoughts of ruining the dating relationship that he had with her by springing bdsm onto her.
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It was one of those Friday's for Kelly. She worked at a law firm with her ex boyfriend and he was getting on her nerves immensely today. Sometimes, Kelly wondered why she remained friends with someone who was so obviously still in love with her. He always asked her how she was doing, making sure she was okay, always seemed to try and 'save' her from some catastrophe or another. It was an obvious action of love.

These were reasons that she hated her job and sometimes wondered why she didn't quit. After all, working with your ex wasn't the easiest job in the world. It was also a good reason to be happy that it was Friday, which meant girls night. Kelly had gotten home around 6 pm, glancing at the typical note that Damion always left before he went out with his buddies, at so and so's house, be home late, blah blah blah.

She dialed Tina's number who in turn called up a few more of their friends. This week they had nominated Kelly to be the 'designated driver' which meant no margarita's for her. After going to a few dance clubs, then strip clubs with the girls, Kelly returned home somewhere around midnight or so. Damion still hadn't made it home yet, normally she was asleep when he got home or they had gotten a bit frisky which always distracted her from seeing what time it was; that she never knew what time he actually got home from his poker nights.

Most girls would've been worried that he was out fucking another chick. Kelly, on the other hand wasn't like that. Kelly waltzed upstairs and slid into her babydoll before climbing into the bed and letting herself slowly slip into slumber.

For Matt, he had noticed the difference in Kelly. The truth was that he wasn't still in love with her. He had been when they had been together, but in the end it hasn't worked out, and though they still had to work together, he tried to make the best of it. She didn't make it hard though... there was always a tension between the two of them. He didn't want to cause a stir, but she had seemed a bit more aloof then normal.

He chalked it up to the new boyfriend whom she raved about... but still, he was worried for her. As a friend, he didn't want her to get hurt... but he also knew he had to just let things fly. So he did. It was friday anyway, so the evening was coming and the weekend to follow.

As Damian got drunk though, something he usually didnt' do he left the club a bit early, around midnight. He wasn't stupid enough to drive, one of his buddies did the driving, he leaving the car touting that he was going in there to take his woman. After all he had just spent a night fucking other women... he wanted Kelly... and in a VERY drunken state he stumbled through the door, he fighting with the lock a bit but finally he was 'in'.

He quietly moved through the house, dropping his keys and wallet by the door, before he headed upstairs himself. Coming to the bedroom though he stopped at the door for a long moment, his eyes unfocused as he looked around, though focusing on the bed he saw her. With a smirk he moved into the room and worked his shirt off... he being still as quiet as he could. He was going to have her, but first he needed to get his clothes off.

Finally he was naked, his thick nine inch long cock pointing right at the bed, he looking around before he went to the closet and took out the black box he had hidden there. Opening it up he smirked in pride at the bondage equipment. Even massivly drunk, Damian was able to slide the sheet off her without waking her, roll her onto her back, and work the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. He didn't tighten them, rather simply kept the tethers loose for now as he picked up the ball gag.

" Time to play, babydoll." He purred to himself, it rather slurred and loud, but as she woke he pushed and velcroed the ball gag into her mouth, making sure it wouldn't come out as he landed atop her, his naked body pressing hers into the bed as he leant down and licked her neck, letting her discover what he had 'done to her'. The tethers weren't tight, but they were tied to the corners of the bed, so she was somewhat restrained!

Kelly was dreaming, or at least she thought she was dreaming. She felt her hands being cuffed along with her ankles. Apparently, in this dream the cops were after her and had obviously caught her....and didn't want her to run? At least, she assumed that much because why else would anyone handcuff your ankles? Unless, they were into that sort of thing and though Kelly had never been in a relationship where she had experienced that sort of kink, she wasn't sure she'd be into it.

" Time to play, babydoll."

The sound of Damion's voice pulled Kelly out of her dreamy state, only to find that she wasn't dreaming. Maybe in reality, she'd gotten drunk and was hallunicinating, no wait--that was if you did certain drugs. Strike that theory. Okay, then she was still dreaming. She had to be! The closest Damion had ever gotten to bdsm was a few rough tumbles in the hay.

He'd never actually tied her up or anything.

"Dam--" her voice was cut off by the ball gag he'd put in her mouth then velcroed it. Her eye brows furrowed in confusion. She could smell the alcohol that reeked off of him. It was apparent that he was drunk too, so Damion + alcohol= bdsm? She was only guessing.

She wasn't exactly sure what to make out of the whole situation and with the gag in her mouth it was hard for her to ask any questions.

She didn't get to ask questions. She was his, and if she was, that meant he could do what he wanted to her. He had always been into bdsm, it was simply that he hadn't shown her really how much at all, or even let her have a glimpse of his world! As he saw the confusion on her face though he licked along her neck, before he drew back, he moving to straddle her waiste.

" Mmm there you are... such beauty... though I have to shay, thaat i'm gonn'a enjoy shis." He slurred, though as he said that he reached down, she seeing him pulling her gown down enough to bare her breasts.

" Gott'a shay, been wanting to do shis to you shince we met." He growled and reaching down he ran his hands over her sensitive breasts, his eyes watching her. She was his to do with as he wanted, and though she could squirm and 'fight' in the end it would result in the same thing, his having her.

To prove his point as he reached her nipples he gently gave both a pinch, he watching her as he slowly tugged on them, causing tension in her body. Oh yes, he was going to have fun with making her his little sex slave!

" Mmm there you are... such beauty... though I have to shay, thaat i'm gonn'a enjoy shis."

Kelly shivered as his tongue ran along her neck. No matter how freaky this shit was, she always did love what Damion did with his tongue. The slur in his voice definitely indicated how drunk he truly was and though he rarely came home drunk, there were those times when he did but things had never gotten this way, before.

Kelly lifted her eyes slowly up to his, watching his every moment as he pulled her babydoll down so that her breasts jiggled. The cool night air brushed against them and then Damion's hands followed suit. She moaned beneath the gag and struggled to get free or was she arching her back? It was hard to tell when you were bound to the bed with absolutely no fucking clue what was going on with your boyfriend.

This was definitely a side, she'd never seen before.

This time however, when Damion pinched at her nipples she was pretty certain her back arched as she let another muffled moan lose behind the gag. Her hands still struggled to break free from the cuffs which was pointless because unless she could magically form a key out of thin air there was no way in hell she was getting lose.

He smirked to himself, knowing the reactions he was getting. He HAD dated her for a while now... he knew when she was really freaking out, and when she wasn't... and she certainly wasn't freaking out on him now. Even as he listened to her soft little whimpers, he felt that stirring within him, the possessive dom side that he had been careful to not show her... until tonight.

He himself wasn't sure why he was doing this to her now, perhaps it was a bad night, perhaps it was because he was completly smashed... but even as he watched her struggle he couldn't help but chuckle. " There's no getting away baby... the cuffs are leather... the tethers are leather with metal. Your all mine."

With her arching back though he watched her, taking her to her limit physically with her nipples before he released them and immediatly he leant down licking all over her left breast before he sloppily sucked her nipple into his mouth, his other hand moving and cupping her other breast... giving that lovely tit a squeeze.

Oh she wasn't going anywhere, not unless he wanted her to!

He was laughing at her, not in a mean way but almost tauntingly. It was almost like he enjoyed this kinda thing. Kelly looked up at Damion narrowing her eyes at him for a moment. Kelly wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this situation, not that having sex with Damion was a bad thing. She just wasn't used to having this kind of sex with him.

It was funny because she thought she knew him slightly better than apparently she didn't. She still struggled against the restraints as he continued to chuckle at her efforts to 'get away' or at least get free.

" There's no getting away baby... the cuffs are leather... the tethers are leather with metal. Your all mine."

She whimpered again which soon became a muffled squeal, because it seemed like the pinching on her nipple seemed to get a tad bit tighter and the fact that he hadn't let go didn't cause her to hold back her whimpers either. Finally, he did though and covered her one tit in saliva while his other hand cupped her tit.

He found her attempts at escape amusing really... she wasn't going anywhere... and by the end of the night she was going to learn just what she had 'gotten into' by dating Damian. He wasn't abusive in any way with her... he'd just teach her her place, which was his personal sex slave!

He listened to her squeal though and even as he suckled on her nipple and his other hand worked her right tit he gave that nipple of hers a little nip before switching to the other. Moving from one to the other he finally climbed off her, she seeing him licking his drunken lips as he moved.

" now then, lesht get you nish and tight." He purred as she was able to watch as he tightened each tether one by one, until she was strung spread eagle on the bed, he looking her over before he climbed back onto the bed and began with her feet, licking and nibbling all over the right one before he began moving up her calf and then thigh, he making sure not to touch her pussy as he switched just at her pussy lips, she having felt his breath there but to no avail.

He definatly was enjoying this kind of play, whether she liked it or not mentally, her body he knew from his experiences with her would make her physically love the play!

Kelly whimpered more and squealed more, her back arching slightly in delight. Despite the fact that she was completely confused as to what the hell was going on with Damian, she wasn't going to lie to herself and say that this was in no way pleasuring to her. It was true that she'd never been the sort of girl to be into this sort of thing, but apparently Damian was.

She was breathing hard, just from getting her breasts played with. This was due to how sensitive her nipples were and the fact that Damian knew all the right things to do to her body, seemed to help a lot as well.

" now then, lesht get you nish and tight."

There was that drunken slur again and then her eyes widened. If she could talk, her first response would've been something sassy and playful. She couldn't and then as she watched him move down to her ankles, Kelly put two and two together. Wait, nice and... her thoughts trailed off as she watched him tighten the tether.

Damian and Kelly's eyes met for a brief second and then he climbed back on the bed, Kelly watching his every movement like she was a sacrificial lamb that was being given to a wolf. Her eyes followed him as he started kissing her right foot, slowly moving up her thigh and calf. She gave an audible sigh of contentment and shivered, whimpering again as his breath caressed her pussy lips but he made sure to avoid contact.

She whimpered again. The whimper would've been a plea to eat her pussy but that damn gag was in her way again.

He smirked as she gave him that look, though as he 'climbed up' her left leg, as he came close to her pussy once more he avoided it again, making sure to lick over her hip before he bit down gently catching that spot on the bottom of her belly that she loved to had nipped. He moved over her a moment though and looking to her, he smiled to himself.

" If you promise not to ask a hundred questions, and promise not to scream bloody murder i'll take the gag out... ok?" He asked, his fingers absently sliding over her ribs, curling he raked them gently as he watched her... and when she nodded he slid the gag out, he looking to her as he slid his hands around.

Giving her nipples another pinch he pulled on them as he grinned. " there, that's better." Though as he tantilized her nipples with his fingers, his cock slid alongside her whettening slit, he watching her easily. " Mmm your getting nice and wet, someone's liking being my little fuck shlave." He mused, looking into her eyes with that knowing, and confident look.

Oh she was a sacraficial lamb... she was his sex slut to teach and train... and since it was the weekend... Damian had all the time in the world to train her... or at least get her started!

Her eyes followed him again as 'climbed up' her left leg and she shuddered as he came dangerously close to her pussy, in another almost taunting way. That only proved that he knew what she wanted. She let out another groan, this time longer as he licked at her hip and then nipped in her special area right below her stomach but just above her pussy.

" If you promise not to ask a hundred questions, and promise not to scream bloody murder i'll take the gag out... ok?"

She contemplated this for a moment. Was there a downside that she could foresee in the future? Not so far, aside from the whole tying up thing which wasn't too bad. Kelly wasn't dying from it so it wasn't killing her, obviously. Finally, she nodded and Damian pulled the gag out.

Her back arched as he pinched her nipples again and again. "Oh god..." she moaned as his cock slid against her pussy lips in another almost teasing and taunting way.

" Mmm your getting nice and wet, someone's liking being my little fuck shlave."

Her eyes slowly lifted to Damians and a faint blush appeared. "I um..." she stammered, unsure of how to approach that. He had that oh-so-sexy confident look on his face, that always made Kelly want to melt and it was almost impossible to lie to him. "it's okay..." she finally mumbled

He smiled slightly as she said that, he looking to her right in the eyes. " Only ok? I think your great." He growled with a smile, they both knowing that was true. She could have fought this alot more, she could be cussing him out, but she wasn't, and even as she arched her back, he watched her.

" Your liking this...itsh new... but you'll love it." He growled knowingly, and even as he slid the thickly veined cock along her slit, he continued to 'work on' her nipples and breasts, he giving them slight slaps, light pinches all over the round orbs, all the while he rocked his hips, his cock teasing her lips.

" Does my little fuck shalve want more?" He asked her after a good five minutes, his cock consistantly rubbing her clit, along with the now swollen lips of her pussy. He was willing to bet the answer was yes!

" Only ok? I think your great."

She opened her mouth to protest. She hadn't said that he wasn't great, she just that this new experience was...okay. Kelly wasn't used to it and Damian couldn't just throw it at her like this with no warning what so ever! The more she thought about, the angrier she became. She probably should've been fighting this harder than she actually was.

" Your liking this...itsh new... but you'll love it."

"How are you so sure, I mean...Damian your fucking dru--shit!" She gasped as he slapped her tits, her back arched. Though it was lightly, it was definitely a new experience. He pinched around her tits this time and repeated a few times, causing her to curse in the process.

It didn't help the situation when his cock would tease her by gliding against her slit, it began to get puffier and puffier. She closed her eyes, cursing how her body was reacting to this. It was like her body was on a whole different thought process then her mind was.


" Does my little fuck shalve want more?"

Luckily, Kelly had more control then most whores that were on the street. She smiled slowly as she looked up at Damian again, "Fuck you." were her only words.

He laughed at her as she tried to tell him she had no idea whether this was actually what she was liking because he was drunk, the laugh turning into a groan as he 'punished' her breasts'. As he looked to her though he could see that while she was cussing at him, her body was singing to him.

He frowned to himself as she said fuck you though, and even as he reached down and pinched her nipples harder then before, he looked straight into her eyes. " No, even if you were to shpeak shush words to me, it would be Fuck you Mashter." He growled out, and holding her nipples he squeezed them harder then before as he stared her down.

" Now, try it. Shay it." He growled darkly, and even as he was speaking in that way to her his cock was continually sliding over her slit, teasing her and bringing promises of pleasure to come. Yet he was clearly and deadly serious about this, he was her master, and she would say it!

Kelly gasped again, her back arching and her eyes rolling in the back of her head. She let out a few more curses, before looking up at Damian again. He was frowning at her which meant he didn't enjoy her telling him to fuck off. She held his stare though, not backing down like a submissive should. Instead, her eyes were ablazed with anger when he told her that he'd only acccept the 'fuck you' if she added master at the end.

"How about go fuck yourself? Does that work better for you? " By now, Kelly was fuming. How dare he talk to her like she were some whore he just picked up off the street?! They'd been dating for at least 6 months now. He pinched her nipples again, this time not letting go and her body seemed to light on fire. "Holy shit!" She moaned.

" No, even if you were to shpeak shush words to me, it would be Fuck you Mashter."


"Oh...okay...that makes a helluva lot more sense Damiaaaan." She squealed, now bordering on the edge of him letting go of her nipples. His cock sliding against her slit still did more damage then it did good. She hated how he was acting, yeah but at the same time wanted him to fuck her now.


" Now, try it. Shay it."

By the sound of his voice, Kelly could tell this was an order not a request. If she didn't there would be consequences to pay. She could tell that much just from the sound of his voice, "Fuck off master..." She said slowly between gasps and narrowing her eyes at Damian, still.

He watched her easily, though he nodded as she had her little tithy. " That's slightly better. You'll learn... you'll learn who'sh the boss." He growled to her as she squealed, he was relentless with her, he finally releasing her nipples as she told him what he wanted to hear. He picked up the gag though and simply shrugged.

" Guess you need this." He purred, and even as she went probably to screech and cuss at him some more he forced the gag back in... his cock demanding her pussies attention as he rode her hips and teased her with it. Damage was fine, he wanted her body craving his cock in a primal way, one that she wasn't used to.

As he looked to her though he finally moved off her once more, she still strung out and now unable to beg him to fuck her like her body was burning to do. She may not think that she liked this kind of play, but she was certainly responding to it! He moved and unclipped her ankles, holding the tethers as he looped them through the headboard.

" My little shub needs to learn her place. You musht be punished for being so defiant." He mused and pulling the tethers she found her legs tied up by her head, her ass and pussy tilted up helplessly against him as he looked her over, and taking a moment he stroked the backs of her taut thighs, knowing that was one of her sweet spots, one of the spots that would make her wriggle and moan like a bitch in heat.

" That's slightly better. You'll learn... you'll learn who'sh the boss."

Kelly let out a soft sigh of relief as he released her nipples. They were rock hard from the pressure, not to mention felt like they'd been on fire. She continued to glare at him and opened her mouth to cuss him out or even yell at him. "Damian, what the fu---" apparently he saw that coming, because the gag was forced back into her mouth.

She let out a shrill muffled scream of anger more than anything. Anger at Damian? Perhaps. Anger at being gagged again? Most likely. Apparently, Damian didn't care though.

" Guess you need this."


And he was so fucking smug when he said it too. She growled in anger, it was muffled by the gag yes, but still audible. Her eyes followed his every movement as that was all she could at this point. She'd pretty much screwed up the chance of at least being able to talk.

He'd unclipped her ankles, which was a surprise. Kelly could've easily kicked or at least tried to kick him or something. However, there was no point in that because she'd still tied up by the hands and have to wait for Damian to unlock her.

She was thankful she'd taken yoga though as her legs were bent all the way towards her head. Thank god for flexibility!

" My little shub needs to learn her place. You musht be punished for being so defiant."

Kelly raised a single eyebrow at him, still watching his every move. Her eyes widened as she watched exactly where he was going or rather where his hands were going. She shook her head desperately, knowing what kind of effect she'd give if he started rubbing the back of her....

She groaned and leaned her head back, wriggling like a bunny that needed to be fucked badly. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head again as her muffled whimpers were let loose.

Of course Damian was smug. He had started dating her with this in mind. For six months he had left it be, figuring that he could have his nights out and that would be that, but the truth was that he didn't want some random woman to tie up, he wanted Kelly.

As he watched her body quiver though he could not help but smile as he pulled her legs tightly over her head. He knew she did Yoga, Damian HAD taken an interest in Kelly's life, and it certainly helped her here. Even as he admired the way her body coiled, he noticed that she was desperatly trying to tell him something.

" What's that? touch your thighs? I can't quite make it out, maybe next time you won't cuss your master out." He mused easily and as she made such a cute face he tantilized her thighs with scraping touches, soft feather light strokes, almost scratching raking touches. He moved though finally and placed both hands onto her upturned ass as he looked into her eyes.

" This will be painful for you, but you will learn that your my shex shlave now. You won't speak back to me, or I will punish you in different and less pleasurable ways. For this time you will be spanked like a rogue child."

He purred, and she could tell that he was sobering up, yet he didn't seem to change his course at all. " Ten spanks." He mused before she could watch as his calloused hand lifted, he looking right into her eyes as he brought it down on her ass, spanking her one cheeck at a time as he rang off the count.

" What's that? touch your thighs? I can't quite make it out, maybe next time you won't cuss your master out."

She growled at Damian again, but shuddered as he scraped his nails against her thighs. Her face turning into a frowning face, her forehead crinkled in anger and her nose scrunched up. She hated admitting that this felt good, but oh damn but this felt good.

Her breathing became rapid and she could've sworn that if he didn't stop she was going to cum right then and there. Her body felt like it was on fire and though their sex life had been rapidly slowing down, this certainly seemed to spice things up.

" This will be painful for you, but you will learn that your my shex shlave now. You won't speak back to me, or I will punish you in different and less pleasurable ways. For this time you will be spanked like a rogue child."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. He'd never hit her in the past 6 months that they dated! Not once. Again, she shook her head with a desperate fervor as he told her how many he was planning on giving her; a total of ten. She whimpered in protest but was ignored.

The first spank made a resounding smack that echoed in the bedroom. Since she couldn't bite her lip to keep from crying, she wasn't sure how she was going to maintain that cool, calm composure. The first slap had burned like hell too. She looked at Damian with pleading eyes as that was all she could do for now.

He looked to her as she was clearly 'angry' with the fact that he was causing her body to burn with desire as he 'took her'. Even as he watched her thrash though he had rather enjoyed getting one of her better spots with his hands, rubbing and tantilizing her thighs, never once touching her pussy.

As she whimpered he looked to her. " Don't complain, your the one whom was cushing like a pirate." He growled to her, and even as he looked right back into her eyes, he watched her as his other hand raised. " From this point on you will call me mashter. if you even think of talking back, I will punish you." He explained.

Just as he explained how things were going to be his hand dropped quick and fast, the sound resounding in the room as he spanked her other ass cheeck, he getting into a smooth punishing rhythmn as he looked to her, making her see that this wasn't going to just be a one time thing.

" Don't complain, your the one whom was cushing like a pirate."

Kelly snapped her eyes shut as the smacks on her ass continued. It seemed like it was going in slow motion. What number was he on anyways? Three or four, she mentally estimated. Maybe if her eyes were shut, this would go by faster. She hadn't even realized that with each smack pussy began to get slightly more wet than it already was.

" From this point on you will call me mashter. if you even think of talking back, I will punish you

Kellys brown eyes snapped open. He couldn't have been serious. The look of surprise covered her face. This had to be some crazy nightmare from lack of sex.

When she looked in Damians eyes, she could see that he was dead serious, that this wasn't going to stop any time soon. Tears fell down her cheeks as the spanking continued. 6...7...

Thank God, he was almost finished.

Her pussy seemed to get a little more wet and Kelly restrained the urge to moan.

He looked right back into her eyes when she looked so surprised at him, as though she didn't believe that he could mean such a thing. Damian meant every word, even if a few were slurred from the shots that he had consumed that evening. She may not have noticed that her pussy was becomming wetter and wetter with the spanking, but Damian did. He didn't throw it in her face just yet, her punishment wasn't over.

" That's right my dear shweet Kelly, your going to b my shex shlave. You don't like that idea? I don't care." He growled to her, his eyes looking into hers as he continued... he took a strong hand to her for the last three, she watching her own upturned ass as he smacked it hard and fast.

" Eight... Nine... and Ten." He growled as his hand crashed onto her skin... and yet as he looked to her, as he slid his eyes down her body, he could not help the almost feral predaory smile that crossed his lips as he seemed to 'notice' though he already had before that she had gotten wet.

" Someone likes this... and is pretending they don't." He purred, his hands smoothing over her now very reddened ass, his eyes looking right to her pussy, she able to see her swollen lips herself. To some, being punished turned them off, after which they needed to be warmed back up, but Damian had to say he was pleased that she liked her punishment.

" Now then..." He purred as his strong hands slid over her thighs once more, he looking to her as he slid them back and using his thumbs he pulled the lips of her pussy open, exposing the hole. " Let's have a tashte." He growled as he leant down, his face planting to her pussy as she knew he was VERY good at what came next, eating her out!

" Eight... Nine... and Ten."

Finally, it was over. What was going to happen next? Kelly wondered, hating the curiousity that warmed her body. She glanced over at her red cheeks, this time not missing the juices that glistened her pussy or the fact that her lips were puffy. She was horrified with herself.

Was this... turning her on?

" Someone likes this... and is pretending they don't."

" Let's have a tashte."

Again, Kelly shook her head with a horrified look, more because he was right and this time Kelly was wrong, she was getting aroused by the whole thing. Her eyes followed him as he opened her pussy lips and this time couldn't restrain the moan which she held back earlier. If she hadn't been turned on and wet already she was definitely going to be in the next few minutes that was for sure.