Power Play

After rearranging my dress over my now panty-less bottom, and blushing furiously, unable to keep my eyes open, Damon ordered me another drink and simply sat back to enjoy the music as I recovered. He seemed more than recovered already and if I wasn't mistaken, he could have gone again right then and there. I still wasn't sure if I this was the relationship I really wanted, but I had never felt this...well...satisfied. It was addictive, like a drug that I just wanted more of. Even though I could barely keep my eyes open, I honestly just wanted more of Damon until I died from an overdose.

"Are you recovered?" Damon smirked.

I let out a soft, breathy laugh and smiled. It was hardly an answer but for once, Damon seemed satisfied with it. He stood up and walked over to my side of the table and held out his hand. I raised an eyebrow but took it, surprised at his concern. I had always read that Doms were cruel and always punished their submissive.

Damon leaned down and with a smile in his voice, he whispered in my ear as he helped me to my feet, "This relationship is all about pleasure, it's not about the pain. It's about trust, and the good Doms are kind to their submissive but we do teach you how to handle pain. Besides, Lena, I doubt you could walk out of here on your own. After all, if that was your first orgasm..." Damon laughed and shook his head, "You are going to be an exquisite pleasure, Lena."

I felt pampered as he placed my hand on his arm and led us out of the club, but he had been right, I was barely able to hold up my own weight and my eyelids were already drooping in fatigue. I'd always been quite pleased with my endurance in swimming and running, cardio and kickboxing, but this was different. I smiled a little as he opened the door to a black Porsche Cayan and let me slip inside. He told me not to drive here, and I'd taken a cab thinking it was unusual but it all made sense now.

I was surprised to see a driver already sitting inside. I suppose I'd expected he would be driving, but if Damon was as filthy rich as he claimed and appeared, then it made sense that he would have a driver. He slipped into the car beside me and the driver pulled from the curb without a word.

"So...you do this often on first dates, sir?" I gave a wry smile. Damon looked over at me, almost in shock and then laughed.

"No." He grinned, showing white teeth and reminding me a bit of a wolf grinning at a lamb, "But this isn't really a first date so much as the first day of a new contract."

I was a little put off by the statement but realized how honest it was of an answer. Engaging with him in that club, letting him use me as he had, that had been my signature at the bottom of the proverbial contract. Whether or not I liked it, I was in up to my neck now and had to tread water to stay above the surface of the dark lake I'd jumped into. And I was loving every minute of it.

"How late is sir going to keep me?" I asked playfully, a little worried I may miss work on Monday. Damon gave me a hard, but carful look.

"Do you work, Lena?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." I murmured, raising my chin a bit. He raised his eyebrow at the subtle challenge.

"Not anymore." Damon dared me to challenge him again. I opened my mouth in shock, wanting to disagree with him, to argue that I couldn't just quit. Luckily, he spoke again before I got myself into deeper trouble.

"You are now working for me, little Lena." He smirked, "So, I'll allot you an allowance."

An allowance?! I seethed in anger; he was going to pay me for sex? I ground my teeth together and after a moment of desperate battle to hold my tongue, I lost.

"I'm not a whore!" I hissed, scooting as far away from him as I could. "I don't need your money."

"Lena." Damon growled with anger in his eyes, "That is not what I implied. I know you are not a prostitute, and I would never think of you as one. I simply wish to make you comfortable and have you at my beck and call. If you had a job, that would be a little impossible, would it not? I was hoping to make you understand that I have no desire to see you unhappy; in fact, I want to please you as much as you want to please me as a sub."

I frowned at him warily, I was confused.

"Try this out, Lena. I promise you'll never feel less than your worth." Damon smirked, "And believe me; I think you're worth more than you'd admit."

I nibbled on the inside of my lip, narrowing my eyes but not stopping his hand as it slid onto my thigh. I let him pull me slowly back to his side, where his fingers drummed on my skin lightly. The simple touch made my heart jump and my stomach knot up; my body instantly started to respond. I was greedy for his touch, he'd made me feel better than I'd ever had and made me feel like I was worth something. Even if it was just words, I could see in his eyes that he was genuine.

I supposed I could rationalize this development. It wasn't too hard to comprehend; I was a bit of an employee and he was giving me a new job and if it meant I could focus on my writing more and not have to worry about my horrid office job anymore...I would take the offer on the table.

Damon must have taken my silence as agreement, his hand started to slide up my thigh, this strong fingers pushing my legs apart with a simple flick. His eyes caught mine as my mouth fell open. The club was one thing, but his driver was sitting a few feet from us, focused on the road, but I could see his eyes in the rearview mirror. He was watching every now and then. I made a disquieted noise in the back of my throat and Damon silenced me by nibbling on my earlobe, and trailing love bites down my neck. I let out a soft moan and shut my eyes, the sensations sweeping me up.

The car stopped just as Damon caressed the outside of my lips, and he pulled away suddenly, my eyes snapping open as the door next to me was opened. I took the hand offered to me and Damon took my hand on his arm, a rather old fashioned gesture, and led me into the large and imposing skyscraper. I'd heard of this place before, it was where a lot of rich and famous people lived and Damon...oh lord. He lived at the top. He entered the private, express penthouse elevator, and only had one button to press. What had I gotten involved in?

"I've taken the liberty of having a room made up for you." He said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "You can move some things over from your apartment if you'd like, Joshua will help you, but for the most part, everything here I would like to be from me."

I mumbled a hurried, "Yes, sir."

Damon's expression changed, and I realized as the elevator doors opened, I was completely alone with him now. A thrill of anticipation and fear ran through me as he walked from the elevator and into what I assumed was the living room. The whole place was open, two stories with lofts looking out over the great room, a grand looking staircase butted up in one corner, and the kitchen was a spotless work of art. I couldn't even fathom what a place like this would cost.

"Follow." Damon instructed, walking up the stairs. I hurried to catch up with him, my heels clicking on the hard floor. It was so massive...and opulent. He led me to a room, soft whites and crème were the main colors, small accents of spring green here and there lent it a soft, but airy feeling. The bed was simple but comfortable looking, a large closet and adjoining bathroom led from the room and I was impressed when he told me it was mine.

"Really?" I squeaked. Damon let the omission go, knowing full well I hadn't added 'sir' but I was grateful for his sudden acquiescence. Unless he was now tallying up my indiscretions; a prospect I sorely hoped was not the case.

"Yes. Follow." His voice was a little raw and his steps a little quicker. I ended up stopping briefly to take off my heels, unable to keep up in the death traps, and held them in my hands as I ran after him on silent feet. He stood at the doorway to another room, taking a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door. He opened the dark portal and beckoned me inside as he stood there, a glint in his eyes that made me nervous.

"Now." He narrowed his eyes and with wide eyes, I slipped quickly past him, the darkness of the room making me squint to see anything. Damon entered behind me and shut the door, cutting off all of the light.

"It's dark, sir." I whimpered uneasily and felt his hands brush up against my stomach and then he molded his entire body against mine, slipping a hand behind my neck and pulling me up against him, capturing my lips with his and sliding another hand down to my hips, pulling me roughly against his, rubbing his erection against my hot center. I moaned into his mouth and catching my lower lip between his teeth, he pulled away, letting my lip slip from between his teeth. I knew I was already wet, I could feel the warmth between my legs and was desperate for him to take me again.

He let go of me, still pressed up against me, his fingers curling around the bottom of my dress and sliding it up my body. My breathing quickened and I held up my arms as he pulled it up and over his head. He then ran his hands down my body and settled his mouth over one of my breasts, licking and sucking at the nipple, driving me mad with lust. I moaned, no longer forced to remain quiet. My moans seemed to make him fervent and he took the other breast in his hand and pinched the nipple painfully. I gasped and my knees almost buckled but as quick as the passion had come, he pulled away with a chuckle.

"As you're new to this..." Damon's soft voice was like velvet in the darkness. "We'll take it slow, but know that once we break the ice, it will be much more...visceral."

I shuddered at the promise.

"Follow my voice, Lena." Damon chuckled and I took a hesitant step forward, my hands outstretched. I found the edge of a large, carved wooden post and followed it down to find soft fabric a mid-thigh.

"Onto the bed, if you please." He whispered from behind me and with another, more delicious, shudder, I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back as instructed. I felt his hands on one wrist, tying me to the bed and then my ankle and knew what he was doing. I grew a little uncertain, a familiar feeling of tingling coming over me and I started to take deep breaths, running my hands over the silk ropes, feeling the texture, reminding myself that it wasn't anything like my past. This was different.

"Calm down, Lena." Damon purred, "You're safe. Remember you can call this off at any time. Just use the safe word, 'Red', and we'll stop. 'Orange' will tell me you're getting uneasy. Okay?"

"Okay..." I murmured, close to tears. The room was suddenly too cold. Then I felt Damon's mouth on my breasts and he climbed onto the bed, on top of me. I didn't feel clothes separating us anymore and as I arched my back, I slowly came out of the episode. His teeth pinched my nipple and I cried out, the pain exquisite. I moaned softly as his fingers found my clit and started to slowly rub the bud there, he applied a stiff pressure as he rubbed very slow, and I found my entire body buzzing with pleasure. I moaned louder and bit my bottom lip. He moved to my other breast and with a grin, rubbed my clit harder and faster as his tongue flicked and rubbed and sucked, all rhythmic with his fingers.

"Ohhh...!" I shook, moaning, my head tossing desperately on the bed. I pulled at the bonds and felt them tighten deliciously. I begged him, with fervent desperation, to fuck me, to use me, but he simply chuckled and started licking and kissing his way down my stomach.

I cried out as his tongue slipped between my lips and he spread them with his warm hands, licking and sucking on my clit with an expert's touch. He stayed there for a few moments, driving me mad but never giving me enough to build to orgasm. He then slipped a finger inside me to the knuckle and started to pump slowly. I gasped and cried out loudly, clenching around him, needing more. He pumped faster, curling his finger up, hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars. My abdomen clenched and finally, I felt myself start to build. I cried out with each thrust of his hand, moaning as he added a second finger, and then a third, still licking and sucking at my clit. I tried to hold back, waiting for him to tell me that I could come.

It was getting painfully intense, holding by climax back, and with a desperate cry, I jerked at the bonds holding my wrists. He slipped a hand under my hips and lifted me up to his mouth, pounding his fingers into me as I rode his hand with feverish pace.

"Please!" I moaned. "Please sir, I need to come!" I heard a chuckle but no answer, as he sped up his tongue and slammed his fingers deeper into me. I saw stars and as I clenched to avoid orgasm, I broke. I screamed, pulling at the bonds as I shattered around his hand and mouth, the pleasure ripping through me with violence as he lapped up the juices flowing from my pussy. I moaned loudly as I came down, sweat beaded on my chest and brow, my lungs desperately sucking in air.

"Mmmhmhmm..." I whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of me and gave me one last lick.

"I didn't tell you to come, Lena." Damon's voice was seductively dangerous. "You're a greedy little girl, aren't you, Lena?"

"I'm sorry, sir." I whimpered, tears running down my cheeks. "I tried to hold back."

"You want to come, Lena?" Damon growled and moved from the bed, opening what sounded like drawer. "I'll make you come more times than you can count."

As exciting as that sounded, I was terrified. This wasn't a reward - this was punishment. Damon was going to make me remember to wait until he told me to come, and I was terrified at what he was going to do. My heart thudded in my chest as he climbed back onto the bed and quickly pushed inside me, his girth making my sensitive muscles clench around him and heighten my passion again. He'd barely given me a chance to come down from the last one before he was pounding into me and as he lifted my hips so my clit was bared as he slammed away, he placed something round against my clit and flipped a switch. The intense buzz slammed into my nerves and I moaned, a small orgasm rushing over me.

"See, Lena? We'll have to teach you some control..." Damon grunted as he fucked me, one hand gripping my hips as he took out his rage on my pussy. I cried out as he turned up the vibration of whatever he had pressed against my clit and I started to shake, my pussy clenching around him. I whimpered, moaned, screamed, thrashed my head on the bed, tried to pull the ropes from my wrists, but nothing seemed to move him.

"Please!" I cried, knowing I couldn't hold back much longer.

"What are you waiting for, Lena? You just take what you want, don't you?" Damon's voice was rough, strained as he slowed his thrusts, agonizing me with slow withdrawals and quick, powerful thrusts.

"Oh god...!" I cried out, my heart pounding, "I...I can't...!"

I didn't even get the word out as I came violently, bucking underneath him as he sped up, fucking me with relish again, even turning up the vibration on my clit, intensifying my orgasm, building it up even as I came. I screamed, a desperate sound as I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He pounded into me, spiraling me upwards and upwards, and I knew the next wave would completely break me. He continued to turn up the vibrations until it felt like my entire body was vibrating. I cried out, a loud and desperate moan as I crashed over the edge of the wave and came racing down. I felt him come, the rush of heat making me shudder as pleasure ripped through my mind. He pulled out but kept the vibrator on my clit, not letting my orgasm end.

"D-Damon...!" I shook violently, tears leaking down the side of my face as the pleasure mingled with pain, my entire body tightening, sweat drenching my forehead. He pressed it harder against my clit and I screamed, desperately trying to move away from the vibration. It was too much, I needed to stop this orgasm...my heart felt like it was going to explode!

"P-please sir, I'm s-sorry!" I moaned and had never been more relieved when he took the vibrator away and left the bed. I lay there, spent, in and out of consciousness, thrumming with pleasure. My clit throbbed with a pleasurable feeling and as I lay there, trussed up on the bed, all I wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. That had been so intense! It was almost a blur, but the ache lingered.

"Will you disobey my instructions again, Lena?" Damon asked softly after a while.

"N-no, sir." I breathed, having barely any strength to move my head. He untied my wrists and ankles, allowing me to curl onto my side, his hands running down my back in a soothing manner.

"Get some sleep." He kissed the back of my neck, placed a blanket over me, and left. I was asleep before I heard the door shut.