CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: MAKING A STAND.

The command shattered her defenses as Damien picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a primal rhythm that blurred the line between pleasure and possession.

Each thrust dragged the thick length of him against her most sensitive depths, coiling the tension in her core tighter, hotter, until it felt like a live ember ready to ignite.

Elena’s world narrowed to the slick slide of their bodies, the obscene symphony of skin meeting skin, her bound hands pulling taut against the ropes as she arched wildly beneath him. Sweat-slicked and trembling, she clawed at the air with her tied hands, her knees flapping as his movements continued faster in her.

"Yes, yes, mmm, I’m coming, darling," she gasped, the words fracturing into a throaty moan, her voice raw with the edge of oblivion. Her walls squeezed around him in frantic warning, milking his cock as the wave crested, threatening to drown her in ecstasy.

Damien’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk, dark eyes glinting with feral amusement even as her hazy gaze, lost in the haze of impending release, barely registered the devilish intent flickering there.

He was about to send her senses to the grave. His muscles corded and glistened under the light streaming from the opened window a few steps behind them. Every thrust hit her blind spot making her lose every inch of control she had over herself. She was completely under his finger.

But just as she teetered on the cliff of ecstasy, her body seizing in that exquisite, soul-shattering build, Damien pulled out in one swift, devastating motion, his manhood leaving her with a wet, aching void that echoed through her like a thunderclap.

The sudden denial ripped the air from her lungs, her inner muscles clenching greedily around nothing, the orgasm denied and twisting into a cruel, throbbing ache that bordered on agony.

Her eyes shot open, wide and wild with shock, a frustrated groan tearing from her throat laced with the unfairness of it all.

How could he drive her to the razor-edge of insanity, stoke her until she was a quivering inferno, only to abandon her there, shaking in the cold winds of unfulfilled need?!

Her thighs trembled, slick with their shared arousal, her clit pulsing visibly in protest, begging for the friction he’d so ruthlessly withheld.

"Why... please..." she begged, voice cracking into a husky whimper, not caring how utterly unladylike she looked with her legs splayed obscenely, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths with her body that had now become a canvas of his torment painted in flushed skin and desperate sweat. Elena threw her head back, wriggling, squirming under his staunch gaze as he hands struggled to free themselves.

What did I ever do to deserve this?!

Damien loomed over her, his chest rising and falling in controlled heaves, his erection jutting proud and glistening with her juice; a taunting promise of what she’d just been robbed of. He didn’t want to let go.

"I wanted to come together with you. To drive my hot shot deep into her womb but I had to punish you. You’ve become too stubborn so I had to tame your wildness."

A bead of pre-cum pearled at the tip, trailing down the veined shaft like liquid sin, and the sight alone made her mouth water, her hips canting upward in instinctive, shameless invitation.

"Because, my wicked little fox," he rasped breathlessly so that his hushed air hit her tender skin, "you don’t get to shatter without my say-so. Not after days of your sweet tortures; locking me out, giving the kids all your attention while denying me any."

He traced a single finger down her nape, dipping into the valley between her breasts, circling one hardened, red nipple with agonizing slowness before pinching it hard enough to draw a sharp gasp.

"Now, you burn with me. Feel every denial, every throb that screams for what’s mine."

Elena’s retort died on her lips as he dipped lower, his touch ghosting over her quivering abdomen, skirting the slick heat between her thighs without mercy. She bucked against the air, a sob escaping as the ache deepened, her body a traitor that only craved more of his cruelty. "Damien... I can’t—damnit, I’ll break without you. Please, touch me. Fill me. I’ll beg on my knees if you untie me—"

His chuckle was dark, sinful, vibrating through her as he captured her wrists again with the iron grip of one large hand, pinning them above her head as she tried to bring it down.

The shift in restraint sent a fresh jolt of thrill-laced fear through her, her pulse hammering like a war drum. Her arms stretched out above her head, giving him a better view of her bouncy chest.

"Oh, you’ll beg, alright," he murmured wickedly, leaning down until his breath fanned hot against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe in a bite that made her shiver. "But first... a twist, darling. Something to remind you who’s in control."

He got off from her and walked back to the same shelf he had gotten the ropes from and with his free hand, he drew out a slim, curved vibrator. The world was changing fast, getting more modernized than before.

Elena’s breath hitched, eyes widening at the unexpected intrusion, a cocktail of apprehension and dark curiosity flooding her veins. They’d had several moments but never like this; never as a weapon in his arsenal of denial. "Damien... what—"

"Shh," he commanded, the device buzzing low as he trailed it up her inner thigh, the vibrations a teasing whisper against her overheated skin.

"Trust me, love. Let me rewrite your edges." He pressed it lightly against her clit, not enough to tip her over, just enough to make her hips jerk and a broken moan spill from her lips. The sensation was electric, foreign, colder than his fingers, more insistent than his tongue, amplifying the void he’d left inside her until she was writhing, ankles straining against their bonds. The vibrations made her juice slide out more unto the equipment.

He watched her like a maestro conducting chaos, the vibrator dipping lower to circle her entrance, coating itself in her arousal before plunging shallowly, just the tip, retreating, repeating the torment in lazy, vibrating pulses that mimicked his earlier thrusts but never satisfied.

Elena’s head thrashed, pleas devolving into incoherent whimpers, her body a live wire strung taut between agony and rapture. "More...god, deeper, please—"

"Not yet." Damien’s voice roughened, his own control fraying as he ground the base of his palm against the vibrator’s handle, angling it to hit that devastating spot from the outside while his cock nudged insistently at her thigh, hot and heavy.

But then, the twist deepened: he released her wrists abruptly, flipping her onto her stomach with effortless strength, the ropes at her wrists forcing her knees to bend and her ass to lift in vulnerable presentation.

The new position exposed her completely, the cool leather of the couch kissing her cheek as he settled behind her, the vibrator now pressed firmly between her folds from behind buzzing relentlessly against her clit while his free hand kneaded the swell of her ass, a sharp slap landing that echoed like punctuation.

The sting bloomed into heat, her cry muffled against the cushion, but it was the sudden press of his cock, finally and gloriously sliding along her cleft that undid her.

He didn’t enter her; instead, he teased, the thick head bumping her entrance in time with the vibrator’s hum, dipping in fractionally before withdrawing, building her anew on this precipice of dual torment.

"Feel that, Ellie?" he growled, leaning over her back to nip at her shoulder, his chest a furnace against her spine. "Two edges now. One for your greedy little flower, one for this perfect ass you’ve been hiding from me. Beg for both, and maybe—"

He raised her on her knees, her bottom raised to his shaft, giving him a full front view of her body. He let her rest her elbows on the armrest of the couch while he knelt behind her.

With a hushed, conspiratorial grin, he shot the toy deep into her hole, plunging it deep inside her in silent, slick strokes, while his mouth clamped over her mouth to muffle her inevitable gasp.

"Quiet now, love," he breathed, the danger sharpening every sensation to a knife’s edge. The risk of waking up the kids, twisted the pleasure into something illicit, forbidden, hotter than before.

"Wouldn’t want to wake our little spies. Ride it out like this silent and savage or I’ll leave you edged until sunrise." He pulled out the angry vibrator from her and shot his own fully into her to replace it.

He started moving immediately she took him in, using his hands to play roughly with her bouncing, soft mounds.

His thrusts grew bolder, fingers kneading her breasts viciously as he ground against her from in front. The couch dipped with their weight, making flushing sounds as Damien rode her to the point of insanity.

Elena bit down on her bottom lip, stifling her moans into vibrations that hummed through him, her body clenching in silent rebellion and rapture.

The footsteps they had heart earlier paused, retreated. Damien didn’t slow down in his erratic movements. He wanted her to scream. Scream until she flushed out on him.

In that suspended breath, she came undone with a full-body shudder that milked his hard shaft, her release a secret wildfire that left her boneless and him throbbing with unspent need.

Orgasm crashed over her in waves, violent and all-consuming, her vision whiting out as she screamed his name, body convulsing around him.

But Damien didn’t stop. Not even for a second after her massive orgasm.

His growl was a primal vibration against her back, his hips snapping forward with unrelenting ferocity, each plunge a deliberate siege that chased her through the quaking aftershocks of her release.

Her scream came out raw and unbridled, a symphony of shattered ecstasy echoed off the office walls, but he swallowed the tail end of it with one palm pressed firm over her mouth and the his fingers of the other splayed wide, squeezing her breasts harder.

Elena’s body, still convulsing in erratic spasms, betrayed her with every clench, her walls gripping him like velvet iron, slick and swollen from her climax, drawing him deeper into the molten core of her. The denial earlier had forged her into something insatiable, her nerves alight and hypersensitive, turning his continued assault into a exquisite torment that blurred the line between too much and not enough. She wanted more. More of his body.

As the thrusts git desperately deeper into her, she started moving her hips to ground him.

"Fuck, Ellie, yes, just like that," he rasped, his voice a guttural thread frayed by the vise of her around him, as his chest slid against her spine, draping over her like a conquering shadow.

He didn’t relent his thrusts turning them into punishments, hips pistoning unrelentingly against her juice. The wet slap of their joining sounded in the hushed office, the couch groaning under the onslaught. One hand abandoned her breast to snake between her thighs from behind. His fingers found her clit engorged, throbbing and rubbing in tight, merciless circles that amplified the overstimulation until tears pricked her eyes.

She bucked wildly beneath him, elbows digging into the armrest, as her ass grinded back instinctively to meet his invasions, chasing the friction even as her mind splintered.

The second wave built savagely fast, coaxed from her overspent body by his unyielding drive, the way he angled his hips to grind against that devastating ridge inside her with every withdrawal and slam.

Her muffled cries vibrated against his palm, body arching like a bowstring snapped, and then she fractured again harder this time, a guttural keen escaping through his fingers as her release gushed hot and copious, soaking his shaft, his thighs, the leather beneath them in a slick flood that made a hiss escape his teeth.

"That’s my girl drench me, love. Give me more of your sweet juice." But he powered through still, slowing only fractionally to let her ride the crest, his free hand kneading the globe of her ass, spreading her wider for his view, his possession.

Elena’s limbs trembled, vision spotting with the intensity, but the haze of bliss sharpened her hunger. She twisted her head, nipping at the heel of his hand in silent demand, her hips circling back in blatant provocation.

Damien laugh dark, breathless as he finally released her mouth, trailing saliva-slick fingers down her jaw to tilt her chin. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss over her shoulder: feral, all teeth and tongue as he devoured her whimpers.

"More? Greedy little fox," he murmured against her mouth, but his voice cracked with his own building strain, his cock thickening impossibly within her fluttering heat. Her tight entrance squeezed his bulging, throbbing length making him moan through gritted teeth.

"You want it all, don’t you? Every drop."

With a fluid surge of strength, he withdrew abruptly drawing a keening protest from her throat and flipped her once more, this time onto her back against the armrest.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders in a position that folded her nearly in half, exposing her utterly to his ravenous gaze.

The shift stole her breath, her breasts heaving with the motion, nipples peaked and begging, her core clenching visibly around the sudden emptiness, glistening with evidence of her dual surrenders.

Damien knelt between her splayed thighs, eyes devouring the sight; her flushed folds, swollen and parted, the pearl of her clit peeking like a siren’s call before he surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal glide that punched the air from her lungs.

"Oh Damien!" The new angle was devastating, his cock spearing deeper than before, kissing her cervix with every thrust, the position allowing him to grind his pelvis against her clit in a constant, grinding pressure that reignited the embers of her last climax into fresh inferno.

He braced one hand on the couch back for leverage, the other pinning her hip to the leather, holding her steady as he set a relentless pace; short, savage drives that made her breasts bounce wildly, her bound wrists, still loosely tethered, forgotten in the frenzy, scraping futilely against the cushion. The open window behind them framed the incoming moonlit night, a cool breeze whispering over their fevered skin, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine that mingled with their musk, heightening the illicit thrill.

Elena’s hands strained against the ropes, fingers curling into fists as she surrendered to the onslaught, her third release barreling toward her like a freight train unstoppable and overwhelming.

"I—can’t—too much, please—" But her body lied with her hips canting up to meet him, heels digging into his back to pull him impossibly closer. Damien leaned down, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking hard with a flick of tongue that sent lightning bolting straight to her core, his thrusts never faltering, each one a claim staked deeper.

The coil snapped without warning, her vision erupting in stars, a silent scream ripping from her throat as she came apart for the third time. Her walls spasmed in violent waves, milking him with rhythmic pulses that finally shattered his iron restraint.

"Ellie—fuck, yes—" Damien’s roar was a guttural thunder muffled against the fevered swell of her breast, his body seizing like a bowstring snapped taut, every muscle locking in exquisite agony as the dam inside him fractured.

He buried himself to the hilt one final, savage time, hips grinding flush against her in a desperate bid to fuse them soul-deep, and then he erupted; hot, thick ropes of cum surging from him in three massive, unrelenting shots that painted her womb with his claim.

The first pulse hit like a brand, flooding her core with liquid fire that seared straight to her marrow, her walls clenching greedily around the throbbing length of him, milking every velvet spurt as if starved for it.

The second followed hot on its heels, a deeper gush that overflowed her depths, spilling past their joined bodies in warm, sticky rivulets that traced obscene paths down her thighs, mingling with her own slick essence, creating a lewd, glistening testament to their ruin.

The third was a cataclysm, a prolonged jet that wrenched a shattered moan from his throat, his cock jerking wildly inside her as he emptied himself completely, the excess bubbling out with each residual twitch, soaking the leather beneath them in the heady proof of his surrender.

He ground through it all, pushing his length firmly against her entrance, hips circling in slow, filthy drags that smeared his release deeper, prolonging the white-hot ecstasy until it tormented her oversensitive nerves sparking anew with every shift, drawing fresh whimpers from her lips as aftershocks rippled through her like echoes of thunder.

"Take it all. Let my seeds fill you completely." he rasped harshly.

Damien’s breath came in harsh, ragged gusts against her skin, his teeth sinking into her collarbone in a bite that bloomed red, marking her as irrevocably his, while his callused, possessive palms clutched her hips with bruising force, holding her impaled on him as if release alone couldn’t sate the primal need to possess.