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“Tonight, I want you to be my submissive. Just while we’re being sexual, with your consent. If you like it, we can do it again. If you don’t, then we won’t. Do you understand?”

I nod silently.

“Tell me whenever you don’t like something, and we’ll stop immediately.”

“Okay,” I say in a small voice, giving away my nervousness.

“I will ask you periodically to tell me what color you’re feeling. Green means you’re good to continue. Yellow means you need to slow down or are approaching your limit. Red means you want everything to stop. If you say red, I will stop whatever I am doing immediately. Do you understand?”

I nod again.

“I need your words, Angel. I have to know I have your consent, and we are on the same page.”

“I understand.”

He leans down and strokes the side of my face, “Do I have your consent?

“Yes,” I whimper as the excitement courses through my body.

“Good girl. I’ll be right back.”

Why does that, of all things in the world, turn me on? I don’t know, but it does. Watching Damian walk away as I realize I’m holding my breath, I quickly exhale and undress.

Chapter Fourteen

Damian

After going to my bedroom, I walk back into my theater to find Kat exactly as I want her, kneeling naked, waiting for me. I set the case I brought in with me on the floor.

“Katherina, how did it make you feel waiting for me like this?”

She stares down at the floor like a natural submissive, but I don’t like it. I want to see her blue pools of emotion, “Wet, Sir.”

“Angel, look at me.”

Lifting her eyes, her lashes flutter as her gaze connects with mine. Reaching behind my back, I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it on the closest loveseat.

Kat watches me closely as I remove my pants. Her lips part, and her breathing gets heavier as she stares at my body.

“Lift onto your knees,” I instruct her as I take off my pants. I’m six foot five, and Kat is only around five foot six. We have a substantial height difference. I step over to her with my cock in my hand and rub my leaking tip over her lips. When I pull back, she licks her lips, moaning like my pre-cum is the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

“Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?”

She shakes her head, “No, Sir.”

I fight back the groan threatening to escape from my throat. For some reason, the idea of fucking her tight little throat, being the first, and claiming her is intoxicating. I run my hand through her hair, “You’ll keep your eyes on mine while I fuck your pretty little mouth, Kitty Kat.”

Kat gazes at me from the floor with a questioning expression. “Can I touch you?”

I chuckle, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

She runs one of her hands along the inside of my thigh while she takes my cock in her other hand and slides her tongue along the underside of my dick. Her tongue slides over the barbell piercings, and this time, I can’t stifle my groan. She feels so fucking good and has barely gotten started.

“Open,” I grit out. I need to be inside her mouth.

Kat does as she’s told, and I slide between her soft lips. Her eyes connect with mine while I slowly feed her my dick. At first, it’s slow and torturous, but she begins to figure out what to do. She moans loudly. The vibrations on my cock cause the pleasure to spark through my entire body.

“That’s it, Angel. Fuck. You take me so well.”

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