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“Are you sure you can keep your gaze on me as we play? That takes discipline. The pain and pleasure are very intense.”

Was he throwing down a challenge?

Lifting my chin, I pursed my lips and said, “You’ll break before I do.”

“You are definitely not what I expected to encounter when I came into the club tonight.” His slight smile had me responding in kind. “Let’s begin.”

He stood, walked over to where he’d placed the flogger, took it in his hand, and then returned to me. Then, holding my stare, he let the first strike land.

I gasped but kept my eyes trained on his emerald ones. Tears blurred my vision as heat penetrated my skin and coursed down into my pussy. The exquisite sensation burned through my mind, and I couldn’t wait for more.

“More.”

“You like pain?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good. I enjoy giving it to you. Now give me those beautiful tears.”

Over the next few minutes, he worked every inch covering the front of my body, except my breasts and pussy. The two very areas I needed the leather threads to score with teasing fingers of pain.

“Please,” I begged, unable to do anything else.

He held my gaze as he rotated the handle in graceful circles with his wrist and struck the sides of my breasts over and over. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. God, yes.” I arched up, forcing myself not to close my eyes and lose myself in the euphoria of the pleasure-filled torment. “More. I’m almost there.”

“Do you feel the urge to come, Sophia?” He struck the juncture of my crotch, purposely missing my pussy. “Does your cunt ache for something to fill it?”

The bastard. I couldn’t take this anymore. The ache, the need.

He had to do something, more pain, more something to send me over.

“Stop torturing me and make me come.” I jerked at my restraints as tears poured down my cheeks.

Suddenly, Damon dropped the flogger and loomed over me, bringing his face over mine. “I don’t take orders from you. I’m in charge. You orgasm when I give you permission.”

A hiccup escaped my lips, and I couldn’t help the sobs that erupted from my throat.

“Do you know how beautiful you look, crying as you are? It makes me so hard, Only Sophia. I want to fuck you for hours and make you weep even more. You’re a fucking goddess.”

The knot in my belly fisted so tight I could barely breathe, and the desperation I felt for relief was unlike anything I’d experienced.

“I don’t like crying. It means I’m weak, that I’m vulnerable.”

“You are the furthest thing from weak. There is strength in lowering your guard with the right person. I won’t use them against you.”

More tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. With this man, it felt freeing, as if I’d found a safe space to release all the pent-up emotions I’d held in since my late teens.

He rubbed his lips over mine, nipping at them. “Do you want to come, Only Sophia?”

Oh God, he had to send me over or I’d go mad with want.

“Damon. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“What is it you’ll give me?” He slid his fingers between my pussy lips, stroking my clit and making me buck up into his touch. “Right now, you’d give the devil your soul for this orgasm.”

Using his thumb, he circled my clit and then pushed two fingers in and out of my channel in shallow thrusts. It was a wicked tease meant to drive up my desire even more.

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