𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦

07

This chapter will be a little or a lot spicy 

MY MOM DECIDED TO TAKE MY PHONE AWAY AT NIGHT SO NOW I HAVE TO WRITE IN THE DAYLIGHT OMFG AHHSHGWGWGW

•Celesto's POV•

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          Damien has stripped me of all clothing. Well, he did. Until he dressed me in a pair of black lingerie. I try to cover myself as much as I can without the assistance of my arms. The same arms that Damien has pinned above my head with a strong grip. " Your slutty little body is distracting me from what I'm supposed to be doing." Damien whispers into my ear. My face flushes a deep red for what must be the millionth time since I've been here. Damien's voice is sexy; demandingly sexy dominate voice. Sure, that's a strange way to describe it, but I'll say it's pretty accurate.

          " Bend over my lap angel." Damien demands. I nod. " Use your words Celesto." Damien demands. " yes." I say. " Yes what?" " Yes Damien." " Not quite angel." Those last words sound more gravely; full of desire. " You just want me to punish me more, don't you?" His sexy voice teases. I shake my head no. A stupid smirk plasters across his face. What does he mean by that. Not quite? What am I supposed to call him? 

          " I'll be back, can you be patient for me?" Damien asks. I nod. I wonder where he could be going. Is he regretting bringing me here. Is he finally realizing how ugly I am. I don't deserve his praises. I'm just a useless sex toy. That's all I'll ever be. Just there to obey; obey and serve. Damien walks back in swinging something around his finger.

           He looks happier than usually. Happier in a stupid way. When he's stupid happy, he's scary. When he's scary, he's sexy. Though, he's always sexy. As I've mentioned multiple times. How could I not? His muscular biceps and his hands. Those hands. The hands everyone falls in love with. It's amazing what a pair of hands can do to people.

         " Open your mouth for me angel." He says. I comply and open my mouth. As soon as it's opened he places what I assume is a gag in my mouth. " It's sir or daddy, not Damien." A wink is accompanied by his annoying comment. That was a stupid rule, so I chose to disregard it. Who would follow that? It's corny; extremely fucking corny.

           Damien motions for me to bend over his lap. I crawl over to him and bend down. I settle myself, making sure I'm comfortable. " i-is that okay sir?" I ask. Damien lets out a low chuckle. " It's perfect angel." His words are accompanied by a quick kiss on my cheek. He runs one of his cold ring cladded hands down my back. I feel one of his hands slither down to my ass. Down to my asshole. A loud- but muffled- moan leaves my mouth. Damien chuckles deeply at the sound. He shoves his finger in further. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head.

           He then removes his finger and spanks me with the same hand. " I'll count for you. How does 10 sound?" Damien asks. I nod slowly. 10 what? What is he counting? Spanks. He's counting spanks. That's the punishment. A blow lands on my ass. " one." He says under his breath. Wasn't that two? Did the first one not count? Why is he talking lowly? Am I annoying him. God, I'm annoying myself with all this stupid fucking overthinking.

          It seems he's landed 3 more because this time I hear the number 4 spoken. It's amazing how I can just tune out like that. I get so lost in thought everything else around me is just tv static. However, I feel the next spank. A loud moan forces it's way out my throat. " Had to make the halfway mark extra special." He teases. 

           I let out a muffled noise of dissatisfaction through the gag. Damien lifts my chin in his hands. " I'm almost done angel." He whispers sweetly to me. I nod as he wipes the tears I didn't know I even let out off my cheeks. How can ones hands be so rough- yet so smooth? Another stupid smirk plasters across the much larger man's face as his eyes meet my stinging ass.