Muse [18+] • REVISING

15 | Arch & Point

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As we stood in front of each other, the room fell silent. Focusing on his measured breathing, it helped calm my own. Damien's eyes narrowed for a split second, a look of what I could describe as contemplation painted his face.

"Fuck—just for the night," He let out in a single breath, feeling as if he was trying to convince himself more than I.

With one swoop, he picked me up, smacking my bottom once, instructing me to wrap my legs around him.

The next few seconds happened too fast for me to fully comprehend what was going on. In a desperate motion, his lips landed on mine. Though each kiss was soft, they translated in rough and harsh waves. In an attempt to bring myself closer to him, I tightened the grip my legs had around his waist and dug my fingers into his back.

Taking a step forward, not once breaking our frantic kisses, he placed me down onto the bed. Holding himself up with his arms as he was on top of me, he deepened the kiss, groaning into my mouth as his tongue met mine.

Pulling away for only a second, he wrapped his hands around my waist and switched positions with me. Now straddling him, his hands roamed up and down my spine, harshly gripping every inch of my skin. Making his way up to the back of my neck, he tightly gripped, causing me to push my lips deeper into his once again.

In a room full of whips and chains, Damien and I embraced each other's vulnerability for a moment. Moaning into his mouth, I felt his erection harden against my bare core. As much as I wanted to free him of his pants, I knew he wouldn't have allowed that. Taking what I could get, I grinded over the expensive material that divided us, further eliciting groans from him.

"You, are fucking, mine," He spoke in short breaths, in an attempt to keep his lips on mine.

As his grip tightened around my neck, he forcibly pulled me away from him, my face slightly tilted up as I looked down at him. His lips parted, heavy breaths escaping his mouth, I noticed the lust and hunger in his eyes diminish, slowly turning into a look of sentiment.

Did I just witness a moment of weakness from him?

Maybe I did, but only for a few seconds as he made it known once more that he was the one in charge. Slipping his fingers into my folds without warning, a short gasp left my mouth.

"Aw, look at you," He teased, rubbing at my sensitive core. "Always wet for me—such a dirty girl,"

Tugging on my hair and forcing my head to tilt further up, I moaned at how humiliated his words made me feel.

"You seem to be enjoying this too much for my liking," He asserted.

Pulling his hand away from me, he let go of my neck and flipped me so that I was pinned under him again, completely powerless as he held my arms above my head.

"Get this through your head," He let out, bringing his face closer to mine. "You only exist for my pleasure, you are nothing without me,"

Though most would find the comment rather misogynistic, I squirmed as the warmth between my legs grew. But as much as I was a submissive and enjoyed every bit of his domineering charm, I was still me. Or as Damien liked to say—someone with an impatient mouth.

While his grip on my arms never let up, I was still able to lift my head slightly to meet his face.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, sir, but I think you've just admitted that I make you feel good," I whispered back, slowly dragging the tip of my tongue up the side of his cheek.