The Power Academy

Chapter 33- The Playroom

Kayla's PoV:

We arrive back at the academy in awkward silence after the brief interaction between Damien and Jasper. I make my way out of the car as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid any more awkward interactions. Rather than pausing to wish the group a good night, Jasper rushes up the stairs and through the front door, nearly dragging Gemma behind him.

"Is he really mad at me?" I ask, turning to Damien as he wraps his coat around my shoulders to keep me warm.

"He is just a dominant upset that his 'territory' is being encroached on. He will get over it."

"But I'm not anyone's territory... I mean... he and I, we have a connection, but.... But I don't know what that all means," I ramble on, starting to get in my head with my thoughts.

"Breathe, little one. I know. Now, let's go claim the second half of our prize. I do believe there are some questions I need to answer." I smile at how he calmed me down and refocused me in one fell swoop. Tonight was supposed to be a fun evening, and I will be damned if I let anything put a damper on it. Turning towards the door, I walk up the stairs with Damien accompanying me, his hand on the small of my back.

With gentle dominance, he guides me down the halls and around corners until we reach a dark wooden door. "Of course there even is a dramatic door," Damien laughs and rolls his eyes at my joke, and opens up the door. The walls were lined with toys, restraints, all in varying colors, The king-size bed in the middle of the room with the four-poster frame gave me the feeling of the Victorian era. I find myself wandering into the playroom, tracing my fingers delicately over one of the restraints on the wall.

"That would be a spreader bar, ever heard of one of those?" Damien asks as he casually sits on the bed.

"I know what a spreader bar is Damien, I've just never seen one in person. They don't sell these much anymore."

"What a shame, they are such useful little tools," I turn around and let Damien's jacket fall off of me, gently placing it on the bed beside him. He reaches out and brushes his fingers against mine, "You are an angel in this room, little one, nearly unbearable," I laugh, looking away as I spin and plop down next to him on the bed. "So, this time is for you, if you have any questions about anything, think of anything you want a demonstration of, just say the word. Tonight, your wish is my command."

"And what if my wish is to sneak into the kitchen and make cookies?"

"Then I would be breaking into the kitchen with a black hole of a human. You do realize we just came home from a four-course dinner, right?"

"I was just asking, sheesh, way to call me out there. But... I am drawing a blank as to what to ask right now."

"Not a problem, angel, how about, I start pulling out a few items, and if you have any questions, we go from there. Does that sound intriguing to you?" I nod in response and he gets up off of the bed, walking to a drawer. The very first thing that he pulls out is one of those metal pinwheels.

"I've always wondered about those. Don't they hurt people?" He chuckles quietly and brings it over to me.

"Give me your hand, Kayla," I reach out my hand to him and he turns it palm up. "Close your eyes," hesitantly I obey him and I feel a gentle but spikey line run across my palm. I gasp and shoot my eyes open, "this is used for sensory play. If the submissive is masochistic the dom can use more pressure but imagine just how sensitive it would feel over..... Other areas," he trails off as he walks back to the drawer, carefully placing the pinwheel back into its place. It takes him a couple of moments to find the next item to pull out but eventually turns back around with a flogger in hand, "Now this is one of my favorites." Damien walks over to me and gently runs the pieces over my exposed arm. I shiver from the feeling as he chuckles, "Cold, little one?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh really? Enlighten me then."

"Nothing, I just... I just think this dress is getting a little uncomfortable. Should we change into something comfier if we are spending the night in here?"

"Way ahead of you princess, I have a couple of onesies for you to choose from in the bathroom all ready to go. May I help you unlace the back?" I nod and stand up, turning to face the bed so he could unlace my dress. My breath becomes ragged as I feel his experienced hands graze against my back, suddenly hyper-aware of every nerve being exposed on my body. I slowly allow the dress to slip off of my shoulder and float down to my ankles as I turn around to face Damien, getting a minuscule amount of courage.

"Well isn't this a surprise? May I just say Kayla, whoever you decide to submit to, will be the luckiest human." I bite my lip and look up at him as he takes a few moments to appreciate my matching set.

"Yes Sir," in a quick moment of confidence I step forward and pull him to me, without hesitating, he meets my lips with his own, and while we are kissing I am back into one of the bedposts. Almost as quickly as the kiss began did Damien pull away.

"Kayla, stop," my heart drops and I look down, instantly becoming embarrassed. Noticing my change in attitude, he lifts my chin up to look me in the eyes, "If you submit to me, little one, and I do hope you do, I want it to be because of a genuine connection, not because of the heat of the moment, or where we are right now." He leans up to kiss my forehead and then rests his forehead on my own. "Trust me, angel, you have no idea how much I want to rip this very thin layer off of you and ravish you until you can't remember your own name. But that is not in our cards for tonight." I squirm where I am pinned, melting at Damien's words, "Go change before your pleading eyes convince me otherwise."

He takes a step back and to the side, allowing me to scurry off into the bathroom, shutting the door behind myself. As I try to pick out my onesie all I can think about is all of the million little sparks that shot across my body as he was pressed against me. I come out of the bathroom fairly quickly, and I see that Damien has changed into a pair of sweatpants, a grey t-shirt, and was relaxing on the bed as he pulled a movie up on the TV. I climb into bed next to him as I cuddle up under the blankets. We put the movie on, but before it is even halfway through, I fall fast asleep dreaming both of the connection I have with Jasper, and the now undeniable spark between Damien and me. 

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A/n

Hey guys! I am just curious, who do you ship her with more? Sorry for the middle of the night update again, my best writing is always at night and I just got off of a very long shift. Trust me, more steamy content will come shortly in the book, we just need to establish the relationship with the partner she chooses. I don't want this story to be a "fall in love after the fact" relationship. With BDSM being such an emotional and trust-filled community, I want to make a story of characters who are wanting to get to know her and love her even outside of who she is as a submissive.