The Power Academy

Chapter 35- Damien's Request

Kayla's PoV:

I barely focused on my classes, all of my energy was going into guessing what Damien wanted to talk about after class. Finally, the last bell rang and I nearly ran out of the class. Before I walked into Damien's classroom, I stopped by the bathroom to make sure my hair and makeup looked okay. Smiling at myself and taking a deep breath, I walk out of the bathroom and into his classroom. I find Damien leaning against his desk, scrolling through his phone while waiting for me.

"You wanted to talk?"
"Yes, little one. I have, let's call it, an assignment for you. While we were in the playroom last night, it was as if you were a deer in the headlights. I know what happened with Gregory has left you with some more sensitive triggers, so I want to give you this assignment," As he spoke, he led me out of the classroom and through the Academy until we were in front of the playroom door once again. "I want you to go in there alone and explore the room, little one. After class each day, I challenge you to come into this room for at least an hour and familiarize yourself with the items. Now, there is a seating room that is attached to the playroom that I will sit in for that hour each night. Typically it is used for aftercare, but in this instance, it will be so that I am nearby. If you have any questions or need any... demonstrations, I am at your service. How does that sound, Little One?" I blush, looking down at my feet, embarrassed that I was just told to basically spend at least an hour a day alone with hundreds of toys for my pleasure and torture.

He lifts my chin up and delicately kisses my forehead, "This will be good for you, I promise. I saw how hesitant you were to grab any of the toys on your own, and this way you can feel safe to familiarize yourself with them, without thinking anyone is going to do anything with them... that is unless that is your desire. Now, I am going into the seating area and will be putting on a movie. Just let me know if you want me for anything at all." With that, he opens the door, and walks to the end, pulling a book and exposing a hidden door behind the bookcase. Leaving it a crack open, he gives me my privacy as I stand frozen at the door.

Okay, I've got this.... What's the worst that could happen? I take a step forward and freeze once again.

"Good, okay, I am in the playroom," I say to myself. "One step at a time.." I laugh at myself for being so nervous to be in here alone right now. Surrounded by toys, restraints, and contraptions should be anyone's dream that attends here, but all I can see are ways each item connects back to what Gregory did to me. I shuffle my way into the room just enough to close the door behind me. On the wall I see something that almost looks like a long puny feather duster, I laugh and walk towards it, picking it up off of the wall. "Damien," I call out, he peeks his head through the door. "Are people into dust play?" I hold up the little toy and jokingly feather dust one of the posters. He laughs and teasingly bangs his head against the door.

"Hilarious. Would you like a demonstration of what it actually is used for?" I nod and he walks into the room. He reaches out for it, and I oblige. I sit on the bed, as he approaches, making me feel even shorter in comparison. "This is a two-sided toy. Close your eyes, Little One," I comply and I feel the tickling sensation of feathers on my exposed arm as Damien brushes it up and down. I laugh and squirm away but the feeling follows me, "On this side, it makes you more aware of your nerves, more stimulated, and then" I feel a gentle but sharp smack on the area that was just graced with the feathers. Before I had time to even process what it was, the feathers glided back down my arm. "You see, the crop adds the slight shock and pain, while the feathers focus you in on every feeling. When it comes to sensory play, it can be very.... Effective on certain areas of your body." I blush and open my eyes, looking up at him as he places the crop and feather back in its place on the wall. "Now, if you need anything else, all you have to do is ask."

With that, he walks back into the sitting room and mostly closes the door behind him. As I sit on the bed, I look at everything around me and decide what to look at. I eventually settle on the drawer that the pinwheel came out of. As I pull it open, I find a few small, discrete vibrators in there with the pinwheel. I freeze and tense up, remembering what happened the last time I was forced to experience vibration. My hands tremble as I slowly reach for the smallest and seemingly safest of the options in this drawer, picking it up and walking back to the bed, setting it in front of me.

'It's just a vibrator... It can't hurt you' I try to reassure myself as I fight off the beginnings of a panic attack. I sit there staring at it for at least ten minutes, trying to get up the courage to at least pick it up. Slowly I bring my hand towards the small purple egg-shaped toy and hold it in my palm. "Damien?"

He walks into the room and sees my panicked state. Instantly he is as my side on the bed, pulling me into his arms. "Little one, what's going on?" I hold up the egg as my hands shake, nearly dropping it onto the bed.

"I... I need to get over the fear... I need to stop letting him win."

"Precious, that is something you need to take at your own pace. Is this something you are ready for?"

"I want to turn it on... I need to just feel it in my hands... it's just vibrations, it can't hurt me.... But....."

"But you're scared to turn it on, aren't you, Little one?" I nodded, burying my head into his chest as I try to regain my breath. He wraps his hand around my own, holding the egg together. "I'm right here with you. Let's do this together. What is your safeword?"

"Red."

"Good girl, now, if you need us to stop, say 'Red' and it is all over, do you understand?" I nod my head yes and grip onto him with my free hand. As he holds me, he slowly presses the button. As it comes alive and vibrates in my hand, I jump, panicking, and immediately start crying. "You're okay, Little One, no one is going to hurt you. Let it all out, you're safe here." He consoled me and held me, stroking my hair as the vibrator continued in our hands. We sat there like that for who knows how long, him whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I tried to control my breathing and focus on the fact that I was not being harmed by the vibrator. Eventually, the batteries in the toy died, and we remained sitting there, Damien rocking me softly on the bed.

"Thank you Damien...:"

"I will always be here for you. Kayla. I look up at him with my puffy eyes, and see him smiling down at me, his own eyes holding back tears of his own.

"Why are you upset, Damien?"

"I hate to see that someone hurt you like this.... If I had known...."

"You couldn't have known Damien, no one could have," I sit up and look at him. This time I am the one that reaches up and kisses his forehead. Looking down, I see the very large stain on the front of his shirt from my tears. I laugh and wipe my eyes and look at him."I'm sorry I made your shirt all wet." He chuckles at me and strokes my cheek with his palm.

"You don't know how much I want to kiss you right now, Little One"

"What's stopping you?

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A/n

Don't hate me for the cliffhanger! I have an early morning appointment so I cannot stay up later to write more, but I promise an update will be coming soon. Let me know what you guys think!

Honestly, I can't tell if I am going a bit too fast with our new little flame, but as I am writing these characters' stories, Damien and Kayla feel so much healthier together. Now I'm not saying my Jayla lovers should lose hope, there will always be plot twists in my stories, BUT I just love this arch we are on right now.

Love you always!