Chapter 83
“That wasn’t fucking funny.” He says angrily.
I sober up a little, but continue smiling, “Oh come on. It was a little funny,”
He scowls and then ducks down and throws me over his shoulder. His hands are on the
back of my thighs holding my skirt down as I yelp.
“Woah, Damion what the hell? Put me down.” I say while I dangle upside down.
“Give me my bag and take my truck to my house. I need to take care of something.” He says
with a tone.
I hear some snickers and a few good lucks.
Then, he turns around and start walking to my car.
“Damion, I was kidding. Calm down.” I yell at him.
All our friends laugh, so I sit my body up and flip them all off.
Damion open the car door and puts me in before slamming the door. He walks over to the passenger side and starts my car.
He starts driving and it is silent for awhile.
I try to break the tension, “Damion?” I ask him.
He doesn’t respond.
“Damion?” I try again.
He glares at the road and speeds up.
“I am going to have fun making you pay for that.” He says seriously while still looking at the
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I gulp and sit back in my seat as he makes his way to my house.
Dammit Kyle, why did you have to get me in trouble?
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“Sit down.” Damion commands as we walk into my room which in barely lit. He makes no move to turn the lights on, but he’s mad so I don’t question it.
I walk to my bed and sit on the edge like he asks. He closes the door and puts his duffle bag on my desk chair. He leans against the desk with his arms crossed as he looks at me with a scowl.
I gulp at his gaze.
“You are going to answer yes or no to my question understand?”
I nod.
“Words.”
“Yes.” I say quickly.
“Bondage?” He says.
My brows furrow, “Ummm… yes?”
“Light degrading? Choking?”
I finally figure out what he’s saying. We are going over what I’m ok with him doing, “Yes.” I whisper while not making eye contact.
“Praise is obvious. You are like a fucking waterfall when I call you good girl. Spanking?”
“With what?” I ask getting a little shy.
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He uncrosses his arms and shows his tattooed hands to me.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Blindfolding we’ve already done. Edging?”
“Whats that?” I ask not completely sure.
“I pull you to the edge of cumming and back till I feel like letting you cum.” He explains bluntly.
My eyes widen, “Ohhh uhh, yeah. That’s good too.”
“Temperature play?”
“Ummm…”
“I use different temperatures, like hot and cold, when I play with you.”
I look down now completely embarrassed, “Yes.”
“Ok, that’s enough… for now. Get up and strip.” He demands.
I rise to my feet and take my shirt off and slide my shorts down my legs. I am left in my black set. He is still leaning against my desk just watching me.
“You made me think you were with someone else.”
Ah shit, now I feel bad.
“I’m sorry babe. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”
“I was fucking pissed… I am fucking pissed. And now, I’m gonna make you pay.” He says ignoring my apology.
Her does the ‘come here‘ motion with his fingers and I walk over to him.
He gets up from the desk and meets me at the foot of my bed. His left hand brushes hair
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form my face and tucks it behind my ear. His right goes to my ass and pulls me close to him. He leans down and kisses me harshly.
I feel like my lips are going to be bruised, but I love the pain. I love him.
He pulls back, “I want you to do exactly as I say.
I nod and then remember he likes words, “Yes,”
“Yes?” He says while raising an eye brow.
I furrow my brows and start to ask him what he means, but then I catch on, “I mean yes,
sir.” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He whispers back.
I immediately get wet. I guess he was right, I am like a fucking waterfall when it comes to those two words. He knows me so damn well, shit he knows me better than I know me.
“Now, I want you to lay on the bed with your legs bent the way I like them. Then, I am going to cuff your wrists to the bed and play with you.”
I feel the wetness in between my thighs and my breath pick up.
“Yes, sir.” I say before I let him go and walk to the bed. I lay back and then put my feet on the bed with my legs bent just like he said.
He goes over to his bag and unzips it. Then, he walks over to me and I see he has two pairs of handcuffs. Knowing he is going to use them on me makes me even more turned on. I can tell my cheeks are flushed, and my skin is hot.
He gently grabs my wrist and puts the cuff on, then he attaches me to the bed post. I pull a little and they don’t come undone. He looks pleased, so he goes to the other side and does the same. Once he’s done he goes back to his bag and pulls out not one, but three boxes of
condoms.
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