Damian’s breath hitched as her wet tongue swiped over the head of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He hissed, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping them open to watch her. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge and a promise of her devotion.
He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her, pushing deeper into her mouth. Aurora took him willingly, her eyes watering but her gaze never leaving his. The taste of him was intoxicating, the scent of their mingled arousal filling her nostrils. She could feel her own desire building again, despite her sore and bruised body.
Damian’s hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth with a gentle rhythm. Aurora’s eyes fluttered closed, her focus solely on pleasing him. She could feel his tension building, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. It was a dance they had done many times before, a dance of dominance and submission.
Her jaw began to ache, but she didn’t stop, her movements growing more eager as she felt him get closer to the edge. She knew that when he came, she would be rewarded, and the thought made her work even harder.
Suddenly, his hand jerked her head back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Aurora gasped for air, her eyes watering from the force.
“On your hands and knees, Aurora,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. She complied, the cool tiles of the shower floor sending a jolt of cold through her body. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance.
With a grin, he pushed inside her once more, the sensation of his thickness filling her up making her whimper. The water ran down her back, mixing with the sweat that had formed from their exertions. Aurora’s eyes closed, her mind swimming in a sea of sensation.
Damian’s strokes grew stronger, his grip on her hips tight. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he claimed her. The water bounced off their bodies, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the shower. Aurora’s moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of desire.
Her hands gripped the edge of the shower, her knuckles turning white. She could feel the bruises from the previous night, but the pain was a sweet agony, a testament to her submission. She pushed back into him, her body begging for more, even as it screamed for relief.
Damian’s grunts grew louder, his breath hot against her neck. “You’re mine, Aurora. Say it.” His voice was a demand, a command that she couldn’t refuse.
“I’m yours, Damian,” Aurora whimpered, the words spilling from her lips as if they had been waiting there, ready to be spoken. “Yours to use, yours to command.”
He groaned in approval, his hips driving into her with renewed vigor. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure-pain through her body, and she reveled in it, knowing that this was what she was meant for.
Aurora’s eyes opened slightly, watching as the water streamed down their bodies, mingling with the slickness of their passion. Damian’s hand reached around, his fingers finding her clit and applying just the right amount of pressure. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her, her body moving in sync with his rhythm.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re going to cum for me again, aren’t you?”
Aurora’s breath hitched as his fingers worked their dark magic, the pressure building within her once more. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Yes,” she whispered, the word a declaration of her submission.
Damian’s strokes grew faster, his grip on her hips tightening as he fucked her from behind. She could feel him getting closer, his movements growing more erratic. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body a tightly wound coil ready to snap.
“Cum for me,” he demanded, his voice a low growl. “Cum for your master.”
Aurora’s body obeyed, the orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. She screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles, as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Damian’s own release followed swiftly, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. He pulled out, the warm water washing them both clean.
They stood there, panting and spent, their bodies entangled. Aurora felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time-pride. Pride in her ability to serve him, to give him what he wanted. And as she looked up into his eyes, she saw the same pride reflected back at her.
Damian reached down, cupping her chin and tilting her head back. His thumb brushed away a stray tear, and she realized with a start that she was crying. But they weren’t tears of pain or fear-they were tears of relief. Relief that she had found a way she could control him, with her body she can get what she wants.
Why do you look so surprised?” he asked, his voice gentle. “You know I care for you, Aurora. This is just part of who we are now. Part of what you need. Part of what makes you whole.”
Aurora nodded, the truth of his words resonating deep within her. She didn’t know why she enjoyed the pain, why she craved his dominance, but she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel-alive, wanted, necessary.
Damian leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was as possessive as it was gentle. She could taste herself on his tongue, the saltiness mingling with the sweetness of their shared breath. It was a kiss that claimed her, that branded her as his property.
When they broke apart, Aurora felt a strange sense of peace settle over her. Her body was bruised and sore, but she felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years. She knew that she was just beginning her journey down this dark, twisted path, but for the first time, she didn’t feel afraid