Page 36 of De Luca: The Saint

He comes over to me and grabs both of my legs, “Spread your legs so they’re lined up with the metal.”

I do as he says, shivering slightly from the coolness.

He chuckles, “Don’t worry, Angel, you won’t be cold for very long.”

Damian kneels and attaches the leather cuffs to each of my feet one at a time. He smirks at me, “Let’s see you try to get away from me now, Kitty Kat.”

Rising from the floor, he takes my left arm and cuffs it like he did my legs. Then he does the same with my right arm. He presses his naked body against mine as he presses soft kisses on the side of my neck. Damian lets out a deep, throaty groan, “Your pulse is already going crazy for me. Color?”

“Green,” I breathe out.

He pinches my nipple, causing me to yelp, “Communication is important for any relationship, but it’s especially important for us, Angel. This type of dynamic only works if we trust each other.”

Damian walks over to one of the chests, opens a drawer, and then grabs a whip from the wall before returning to me. I hang my head down from the sadness welling in my chest, “You’re going to beat me.” It’s not a question but more of a statement as realization dawns on me.

“Kitty Kat, color?”

I try to shrug my shoulders but, of course, can’t, “I don’t know.”

“Katherina,” he barks, “You need to know. How can I possibly know if you need me to stop if you don’t?”

A tear trickles down my cheek. I hate feeling weak, “I don’t want to be beaten black and blue, Damian. You said you loved me but that’s not love.”

He places the blindfold around the top of the cross and grabs my chin with his large hand, “You’re right, it’s not. I will never cause you to be black and blue. Will I spank you? Yes. Beat you? Fuck no, Angel. Fuck no. I will never give you more than you can take. Remember, if you say red what happens?”

“Everything stops,” I whisper.

“And do you believe that?”

I nod, “I do.”

He strokes his fingers down my side, causing me to shiver as goosebumps pebble my skin, “Color?”

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

Damian grabs the blindfold hanging from the top of the cross, “Lean your head forward.”

I do as he says, but I question him, “Why are you blindfolding me?”

He places the blindfold over my eyes before responding, “It’s called sensory deprivation. When a sense is taken away, in this case sight, it makes your other senses like touch more sensitive. You’re going to come apart for me, Kitty Kat like you never have before.”

Suddenly, music fills the room, a sexy-sounding song about, well, sex. Fitting. It’s not too loud, so I think I’ll still be able to hear him speak.

He hasn’t said another word, so I’m not completely sure.

I’m relaxed. Then I feel the sting of the item he had in his hand as well as the smacking noise. I yelp from the surprise, but it doesn’t really hurt. It’s just a slight sting. He continues to strike me, on my thighs mostly. Then he hits my nipple, and I cry out.

“Color?”

“Green,” I pant.

He chuckles, “Did you like that, Angel?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He does it several more times, causing me to squirm. I want to squeeze my thighs to ease the pressure on my clit, but I can’t.

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