Suddenly, she felt the pressure release. Aurora’s body spasmed around him as she came, the orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. Damian followed closely behind, his own release filling her with his warmth. They lay there, panting with their bodies entwined.
Aurora felt a strange sense of safety in his arms, even though it was his will that had led her to this moment of utter vulnerability. She didn’t know why, but she felt protected, cherished even. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
Damian’s hand trailed up her side, his grip firm but not painful. “You’re mine now, Aurora,” he murmured into her ear, his breath warm and steady. “And I’ll take care of you, no matter what.”
Aurora felt his warmth, his strength, and the undeniable presence of his cock, still hard inside her. Her body responded, her walls tightening around him despite the soreness. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips, the pleasure mixing with the pain.
Damian’s hand moved from her hip to her neck, his grip firm but gentle as he whispered in her ear, “You’re going to cum for me again, aren’t you, my little slut?” His words were like a dark spell, weaving their way through her thoughts, making her pussy clench around him.
Aurora’s body responded instinctively, her hips pushing back into him, her moans growing more desperate. She didn’t know why she felt so safe in his arms, when he was the one inflicting this pleasure-pain, but she couldn’t deny the comfort she found in his dominance. His strokes grew harder, his grip on her neck tightening slightly, and she felt herself spiraling towards another peak.
With a final, brutal thrust, she shattered, her pussy clenching around him in a spasm of pure bliss. Damian’s eyes bore into hers as he found his own release, his voice a low growl of satisfaction.
Aurora lay there, panting and trembling, as he pulled out of her. The emptiness was stark, but she didn’t have long to dwell on it. He pulled her to her feet, his grip on her wrist firm but not painful.
“Let’s clean up, my pet,” he said, leading her to the en suite bathroom. The shower was already running, the steam filling the room. He stepped in, pulling her in after him, the warm water cascading over their bodies.
Aurora’s hand reached out, tracing the lines of her own body, feeling the bruises and marks left from the night’s activities. She couldn’t believe that she was here, with him, and that she had enjoyed it. Damian’s hands were on her again, soaping up a loofah and running it over her skin in slow, methodical strokes.
His eyes never left hers as he touched her, his gaze a blend of hunger and something else-something that made her heart race and her stomach flutter. She tried to focus on the water cascading over her, the way it beaded on her skin and ran in rivulets down her body, but his touch kept drawing her back to him.
As the water washed over them, Aurora’s hand found its way between her legs, her fingers tentative at first. She felt the bruises from the night before, but the pain only made her more aroused. Damian watched her, his eyes hooded and dark, his cock hardening again.
He stepped closer, taking the loofah from her hand and replacing it with his own soapy touch. His movements were firm, almost demanding, but Aurora didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her body craving his dominance. His fingers worked over her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
“Why do I feel so safe with you?” Aurora whispered, her voice lost in the patter of the shower.
Damian’s hand stopped moving, his eyes meeting hers in the steamy haze. “Because you know I own you, body and soul. And that’s all you’ve ever wanted, isn’t it?” His voice was a dark promise, a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.
Aurora couldn’t argue. She felt the truth in his words, a strange comfort in her complete submission to him. She nodded, her body trembling with the need for release. He chuckled, the sound deep and low.
“Good girl. Now cum for me again.” He pinched her clit, the sudden pain making Aurora’s eyes fly open. She came instantly, her body convulsing around his hand. Damian’s cock grew even harder, and he didn’t hesitate to slide back inside her, filling her up once more.
The warm water of the shower cascaded over them, mixing with the sweat and remnants of the previous night’s passion. Aurora’s eyes searched his, finding something she didn’t quite understand-something that made her feel both terrified and protected at the same time.
Why do you do this to me?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the spray of the water.
Damian’s response was a gentle nip at her earlobe. “Because you crave it, Aurora. And because I can. Now, tell me, do you like it when I’m rough with you?”
Her breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to lie. “Y-yes, I do. It makes me feel alive, like I matter to you. Like you need me as much as I need you.”
Damian’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with victory. He knew her secrets, her darkest desires, and he reveled in the power that gave him. “You do matter, Aurora. More than you know. And I will always need you, in every way imaginable.”
With a gentle push, he had her kneel before him, the water beating down on her back. Aurora’s eyes never left his, the connection between them palpable, almost tangible. His hand guided her face closer to his cock, and she opened her mouth, eager to taste him again.