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I lick ht of Damien Stark’s decadent, silent promises

He retrieves the robe frohtly over my body, then sthe bar of the headboard My ars tightly together

"Nice," Damien says, once he’s secured that wrist as well "But I think we can make it nicer"

With obvious purpose, he slides off the bed, then walks to the door that leads to the patio It’sthe night breeze come in The air is cool, but my body is so much on fire that I don’t even notice He stands next to the door, his hand running gently over the gossaainst ht?" he asks

How can I not? Those drapes This bed And ht, my fears and my shame soothed by his kisses and his soft words

I say none of that now I only whisper, "Yes"

"So do I," he says, then takes two drapery panels, one in each hand, and rips thes that attach them to the curtain rod From my perspective, I see the muscles in his back flex and then the soft swell of filround, set free by Damien’s will A small smile touches my lips; he’s set me free, too

He is back at my side in no tis to the iron bars at the foot of the bed The result is sweetly, painfully intis open I can’t touch him or s to hide my swollen, sex-slick cunt I turnI could burrow beneath the sheets, and part of e that I am completely wide open to Damien His to do hatever he wants

I wonder what he has in mind, and then whi on beside me I bite my lower lip, suddenly worried I know that no nificently But I also know that Da anticipation If he leaves ht have to screaht have it in ht that would be torturing me, too"

"Sadism, not hing

"Sadism, Ms Fairchild? Let me see if I recall the definition I believe that sadis pain, suffering, or humiliation on another person" He moves to the small table by the bed and opens a drawer "I’ll adnificantly ht is over--but let’s explore the rest, shall we?"

I lick my lips as he pulls a box of matches from the drawer I trust Da to do with matches?

"So tell me, Ms Fairchild, are you in pain?"

I s I’ way frolad to hear it" He crosses the room, then disappears fro a thick candle, the fla," he says in response totehtens when it hardens on the skin Have you ever experienced that, Ms Fairchild?"

I shake my head "No" I’m not certain if I’ my words in hisfrom this candle" He pauses by the bed and tilts the candle so that the wax drips onto the marble surface of the decorative side table Then he sets the candle in the wax, letting it harden to for else froins to dim that it’s a remote control Soon we are in darkness, bathed only by the flickering orange of a single candle