Page 38 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“Yes, please.” It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. With Ethan it was always about his pleasure. Maybe I’d get off every so often, but mostly because I did the work.

His warm breath tickles my skin as he shifts his weight. “Or how about I feast on this delicious pussy? Do you want that, Blake?”

My entire body is on fire. I need something. Anything.

Just touch me.

I nod, and whimper as his finger slides up my slit. It takes me by surprise how quickly I shift from anxiety to desire.

He brings his finger to my lips and shoves it in my mouth. “You’re so wet, baby. So desperate to come.”

I’m literally panting with need but the bastard doesn’t care. He’s slow and methodical as he hovers right over where I want him. I manage to buck against him, and moan from the quick second of pressure on my aching clit. I try again, but he holds my stomach down.

“Uh, uh. I’m in control.” He ghosts his lips over my pussy again and again, each time just barely touching me. I let out a frustrated groan as he licks so delicately along my lips.

“Please, Damon. I can’t…” I’m two seconds away from crying. He scrapes his teeth over my clit and I hiss. “God, yes.”

He does it again, this time clamping down and sucking hard enough that I thrash. I’m climbing higher and higher, as long as he keeps going… just like that. With the perfect amount of pressure, he buries his face and devours my pussy. I wish I could watch the way he’s moving against me but being deprived of sight adds to my pleasure somehow. Helps turn my brain off.

“I’m so close. Please,” I murmur, along with a string of other incoherent words. His teeth scrape again and my pussy starts to spasm. “Oh, my God.”

As I’m about to fall over the edge into bliss he pushes off me and I’m left with nothing but cool air against my hot flesh.

“Damon? Why’d you stop? I was right there!” I’m nearly sobbing. I wish I could see his face, reach out to touch him. Anything but his silence. “Freddy?”

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he finally whispers. Realization blooms across my covered face. This is about the lunch date comment. Hispunishment.

“I-I’m sorry. I know I was bad to egg you on. Take off my blindfold. I want to see you.” Tears prickle my eyes again, seconds away from a full on outburst. He moves, and finally I’m able to see his outline in the darkened room. He climbs off my bed and stands at the edge, like he didn’t just have a face full of my pussy. “You can come sit with me, you know. I won’t bite.”

It’s hard to see his expression but I imagine his smirk. “What if I want you to?”

“Well, that’s a different story. Come sit, I promise I’ll bite.” I make a show of struggling against my restraints in hopes that I won’t have to beg him to untie them.

He pins me with his intense gaze and swipes his hand over his wet lips. “I was promised a bite.”

Playfully, I lean as close to him as my ties allow and nibble his arm. “Hmm, needs a little salt and pepper, but not half bad.”

“You know I’m planning on making you stay like that all night,” he says, tilting his chin toward my hands.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He sighs, and relaxes against the headboard beside me. “Anything.”

“Do you get off on this kind of thing? Punishment and all that?” I’m genuinely curious. I’ve only ever seen bad men say and do stuff like he does, but I know deep down he’s not that way. At least not fundamentally.

“Yes,” he answers candidly. “I was hard as a rock the whole time I tied you up. Couldn’t wait to see you wake up afraid. To hear you whimper and gasp.”

I roll my lip between my teeth. “You know, I think I kinda like to be afraid. That burst of adrenaline when something scares me. But…” I hesitate, thinking over my words. “Only with you. Only because I know you won’t actually hurt me like I’ve been hurt before.”

I’ve let too much slip. Damon’s not one of those emotional, lovey dovey guys and here I am telling him exactly how I feel, like a complete idiot. He’s going to ghost me for sure.

“Who hurt you? Was it Ethan?” His body goes rigid beside me. “Tell me, Blake.”

That’s the part of my admission he’s focusing on. Wow.

“Untie me and I’ll tell you,” I say, flashing him the biggest grin I can muster for a woman who’s just been woken up and denied an orgasm. He shakes his head and heaves a breath.

“I can’t deny you anything when you smile.” I’m glowing a little inside knowing that I hold sway over him, until he leans over and says, “But know this: you try any of that date shit again, and tonight will be nothing compared to what I’ll do.”

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