The Power Academy

Chapter 38- Magic Words

Kayla’s PoV:

I stand frozen in my spot as Damien quickly approaches me. He gently takes the food tray out of my hands and puts it on a desk next to us. Once the food is put down, I am pinned against a wall in a blur, “Say that again, Little One?”

“I-I uh, I said, uh, I said ‘hi’?”

“Oh, is that all?” He smirks as I bite my lip, refusing to make eye contact with him. He gently, but firmly raises my chin for me to look at him. “Princess, if this is going to work, you need to communicate and be honest with me.”

Barely able to speak, I whispered, “I called you Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, is that what you want to call me, or is there another title you are curious about using?” I look away, losing all confidence with Damien being so close to me. My chest brushes against his as my breaths shorten and catch in my throat. The feel of his body against mine makes it hard for my mind to concentrate on anything but the fantasies running through my head. My wandering mind was clearly evident because Damien moved to gently grabbing me by my throat, just enough to feel the pressure, “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“K-Kiss me, Daddy,” the second the words left my mouth his lips were on mine. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck, as his hands travel down to the small of my back, pulling me into his body as tightly as possible. After a few moments, he taps on my thighs, and in response, I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Holding me up by my ass, he walks over to his desk, only stopping to make sure he was going to sit on the chair so we didn’t fall. As he stopped, I giggled and buried my face into his neck.

“See, wasn’t that easier?” I giggle and nod as he jokingly asks me, “Now, why are you hiding?”

"You thought you were gonna fall on your ass."

"And do you think that would be funny, Little One?" I laugh and nod, enjoying the light-hearted feeling of opening up to him. As I giggle and look down at him, he gently brushes my hair out of my face, "Dear Lord, you are beautiful Kayla," I blush and bite my lip, looking down at my lap. Interlacing his hands in my hair he pulls me swiftly into another passionate kiss.

"From now on baby girl, that lip is mine to bite, understood?" The thought of anything of me being his makes my cheeks flush once more and a growing heat builds against my crotch. I squirm on top of Damien, unable to clench my thighs together as I am straddling his lap. He notices my behavior and laughs huskily, his eyes gaining a glint, "Did you like the sound of that Little One? Do you like the idea of submitting and giving yourself to me, not only for my pleasure, but for all of the pleasure you could possibly handle?" I close my eyes tightly, trying to think of anything besides the raging fantasies running through my mind, images of him ravaging me and making me beg in pure bliss.

Damien leaves a trail of kisses from my collar bone, up my soft neck, and to my ear as I shudder from the sensitivity and my arousal, "All you have to do is ask, Princess."

"T-take me, take me to the playroom," Damien chuckles and gently slaps my ass.

"Properly, Princess," I take in a breath nervously, astounded at how badly I want this, how every inch of me is boiling with need.

"Please, Daddy, take me to the playroom," without hesitation Damien stands up with me in his arms and walks out of the room, leaving behind my food and all of his things, not even closing the door behind us. The second we made it into the playroom Damien slammed us against the wall and pinned my arms above my head.

"What are your safe words, Little One?"

"Green, yellow, and red"

"Good girl. Now, tell Daddy what you want me to do to you." I freeze, not knowing what to say or how to formulate any of the fantasies in my head into words, "I'm waiting, Princess. Let's start with this. How do you want to be?"

"I uh…. Maybe tied up? But no blindfold or gag together… I'm not… I'm not ready for that yet"

"Good girl, and I wouldn't dream of gagging you today, I want to hear you scream for Daddy." I am carried over to the bed and lightly tossed onto it. He immediately gravitates towards the pastel pink rope and I blush, remembering the first time Damien tied me up. He sets it on the bed and climbs above me, hovering over where I am laying, "I must say, you are very overdressed for the occasion, Little One, let's remedy that."

I lift my arms up and he pulls my blouse over my head exposing a cute yet simple bralette. Without hesitation he removes that from my body and takes a moment to gaze at my exposed breasts. The cool air makes my nipples harden as he takes my breasts into his hands. Rather than allowing his lips to capture one of my nipples, I pull him down to kiss me again. As he kisses me back, he pins my hands above my head, pulling away from the kiss as I whimper with need. "Remember who's in charge, baby girl." 

Grabbing the rope, he gestures for me to put my hands together in front of me, I do, and in an instant he has my wrists tied together and is tying them to the headboard of the bed. Before I even have a chance to think about panicking, he pulls me into a gentle kiss and softly strokes my cheek, "What color?"

"G-green, but can you just-" I trail off, not even knowing why my head is going to that place right now. He smiles down at me and gently kisses my cheek.

"I promise I'll be slow and gentle, just say the word and this all stops," I nod and let out a breath I didn't realize that I was holding. He gently kisses the tip of my nose before kissing his way down from my neck, to my collarbone, and down to my exposed breasts. He lingers there, taking time to appreciate and admire every inch of my torso before traveling down to my needy little center.

He kisses a trail along the lines of my leggings as he latches his fingers into the hem. As if he was attempting to burn each motion into his memory, Damien went agonizingly slow pulling down the last articles of clothing on my body. I whimpered and squirmed, desperately trying to satisfying the burning need that was continuously burning inside of me.

"Is someone desperate already, Little One?" He chuckles and looks down at my naked body, his eyes burning with desire. Damien leans down inches away from my face, just far enough away that I am unable to lean up and kiss him, "What color, Kayla?" As he asks me, he gently caresses my cheek, taking the time to make me feel safe and cared for.

"Green, Sir."

"No, no Little One, not tonight. I want to hear your voice moaning my name from that pretty little mouth of yours," I bite my lip as Damien kisses the tip of my nose. "Understood?" I giggle and nod, squirming underneath him. He leaves a trail of kisses down my body as he gets closer and closer to where I need him.

"Come onnnnnn" I whine and squirm, dying at how antagonizingly slow he is going.

"Say the magic words Princess."

"Please Damien," after those words escaped my mouth, my world was flooded with pleasure and bliss. The way his tongue moved skillfully against my bundle of nerves, the way his hands knew exactly what to do and how to drive me insane, all were factors of me losing sense of time. I rode the waves of feelings Damien was giving me and in that moment, in this perfectly pure moment, I knew.

I was completely safe.
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A/n
Worth the wait?
Sorry it took so long, I just wanted to make this chapter perfect for the two of them.
Love you always!
Julie