The stretch is obscene, the fullness unbearable, every step he takes rocking his cock deeper as if to remind me that my body belongs to him now. I whimper, head falling against his shoulder.
“Captain—” My voice cracks, raw. “Please—”
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to.
The bed creaks when he lowers me, but he doesn’t let me go. He follows me down, pressing me into the mattress, chest to chest, pinning me with his weight. My legs fall open automatically, desperate, aching, trembling around his hips.
And he moves.
Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
I sob. A broken, shameless sound. My body’s too raw, too wrung out, every nerve fried from the wall and the storm and the way he split me in two. But slow is worse. Slow drags it out. Slow makes mefeelevery inch, every grind, every ounce of ruin.
“Sir—” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into damp skin. “I can’t—fuck—”
“You can,” Damian growls, his lips brushing my ear with every thrust. “You will. You’re going to take me again and again until you learn the difference between panic and obedience.”
My brain short circuits. My mouth spills filth, begging, promising things I don’t even understand—just to keep him moving, to keep him pressed inside me.
“Please—fuck—don’t stop—don’t stop—”
He doesn’t. He rolls his hips slower, deeper, grinding his cock against something inside me that makes me scream. Myback arches off the mattress, my hands clawing at him, my thighs trembling around his waist.
My body clenches, oversensitive, ruined, but desperate to obey.
I don’t even know when the storm outside eases, when the thunder dulls and the lightning fades. Because all I can hear is him. All I can feel is him. My whole world is Damian Kade’s weight, Damian Kade’s cock, Damian Kade’s voice dragging me through every broken breath.
And I come again, spilling between our stomachs, crying out into his shoulder.
I barely survive it. My chest’s heaving, my cock’s still twitching uselessly, my whole body trembling under his weight. I think maybe he’s going to let me go. That I’ll get to breathe, collapse, drown in the aftermath.
But he doesn’t let go.
Not of me. Not ever.
He pulls out slow, cruel. My body clenches around nothing, desperate, undone, already aching to have him back inside. My arms flop uselessly against the mattress, too weak to hold onto him.
And then—fabric.
The sheets.
He’s tearing them from the bed, ripping them into strips like they’re nothing, the sound loud in the quiet room. Mystomach flips, a new kind of panic threading sharp through my ribs.
“W-wait—sir?”
He doesn’t wait.
One of his hands slams my wrist to the headboard, the other binding me fast with white fabric. The sheet bites rough against my raw skin, tight enough that I can’t twist free, can’t even try. My pulse thunders in my throat, half terror, half the kind of need that makes me shake harder.
He ties the other wrist just as fast, arms stretched above me, my chest open, my body helpless. I squirm once, just once, and the knot holds tight.
Damian’s face hovers over mine, hair damp. His lip curls in a smirk as he drags his fingers down my arm, slow, deliberate, until they rest against my fluttering pulse.
“You thought we were done?” His voice is rough gravel, cutting straight into me. “Pup, the night’s only halfway over.”
He leans closer, lips brushing my jaw, his breath hot against my ear. “You begged to be ruined. You said yes to every filthy thing I told you. Now you’re going to prove you meant it.”
“Yessir,” I gasp, hips jerking helplessly against nothing. “Please—please, I’ll prove it, just—fuck—”
