Page 90 of The CEO

His eyes darken, something primal flickering in their depths. “This is going to frustrate you,” he warns, his fingers beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm against my most sensitive flesh. “It’s going to drive you mad with need. But watching you under my control, begging me, pleading with me to let you come—” His voice roughens. “It’s going to turn me on so fucking much, Eve. Seeing you surrender everything to me.”

My body throbs at the raw hunger in his voice. I’ve never seen this side of him, this open admission of what my submission does to him, how it affects him beyond the calculated control he usually displays.

His fingers work with expert precision, building pleasure with methodical skill. My hips rise to meet his touch, seeking more pressure, more friction. Just as the tension builds to an almost unbearable peak, he withdraws completely, leaving me gasping and trembling on the edge.

“Damien,” I protest, pulling against the restraints involuntarily.

“Lord,”he corrects, his free hand pinning my hip to the mattress when I try to seek contact. “And I didn’t give you permission to move.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “Lord. Please?—”

“Please what?” The wickedness in his smile makes my core clench with anticipation.

“Please touch me.”

“Like this?” His fingers return, but with torturous lightness, barely grazing where I need pressure most. The teasing touch is almost worse than nothing at all, keeping me suspended in an aching limbo of almost-there pleasure.

Again, he builds me toward release with patient skill, reading my body’s responses with uncanny precision. And again, just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls away completely.

A frustrated whimper escapes me, my body arching uselessly against the restraints. I’m learning what edging means in the most direct way possible, and it’s maddening.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, the approval in his voice somehow making the denial both better and worse. “So beautiful like this, desperate for the release I control.”

The third time, tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes. My skin feels electrically charged, hypersensitive to the slightest touch. When he withdraws again, a sob breaks from my chest.

“Please,” I beg, past pride, past pretense. “Please, Lord, I need to come.”

“Not yet.” His voice is strained now, his own control visibly slipping. “Show me how much you want it. Show me how completely you surrender to me.”

His mouth replaces his fingers, the wet heat of his tongue sending a shock through my body. I cry out, tugging helplessly at my restraints as he devours me with focused intensity. The pleasure builds higher than before, sharper, almost painful in its acuity.

“Please,” I sob, beyond coherent thought. “Please, please, I can’t—I need?—”

He lifts his head, his eyes nearly black with desire. “Who do you belong to, Eve?”

“You,” I gasp without hesitation. “Only you, always you.”

“And who controls your pleasure?”

“You do. You control everything.” The admission feels like surrender and liberation simultaneously.

He holds my gaze, something possessive and tender passing through his expression. “Come for me now, Eve. Let me see you shatter.”

His mouth returns to me, more demanding than before, and the orgasm that’s been building crashes through me with devastating intensity. Wave after wave of pleasure radiates outward, my vision blurring, my body arching against the restraints. I’m vaguely aware of crying out his name, of tears streaming down my face, of his hands holding my hips firmly as I convulse beneath him.

When I finally float back to awareness, he’s releasing the restraints, massaging my wrists with gentle fingers. His expression is softer than I’ve ever seen it, an almost reverent pride in his eyes.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, gathering me against his chest as aftershocks continue to ripple through me. “Absolutely perfect.”

I curl into him, boneless and spent, my mind floating in a strange, peaceful space I’ve never experienced before. “That was . . . intense.”

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “That was just the beginning.”

“There’s more?” I’m not sure whether I’m asking from anticipation or alarm.

His hand slides into my hair, cradling my head against him. “So much more, Eve. We’ve only just started exploring what lies between us.”

As my breathing steadies and my heartbeat slows, I realize something profound has shifted in our connection. In surrendering control so completely, I’ve discovered a different kind of power. In submitting to his dominance, I’ve found parts of myself I never knew existed.

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