Heart of Pains

Chapter Twenty-two

Hannah:

I strutted toward him, damn, he smelled good, like really good. How am I gonna get this sight out of my head? Who seems to be storing everything in a file I don't know if it exists.

Damien's POV

I forget everything. I think I even forgot my name. God, that look has every fiber in my body submitting. I resist the urge to turn around and flex my biceps so that she can look at me this way.

Her mouth hung open and then closed as if she changed her mind about what she wanted to say. She licked her already moist lips and bit them. God, I think I just died. Even my buddy agreed with it.

Control yourself, Damien. She might be thinking of something that is not about you. No need to get excited. She stuck her tongue out and caressed the spot she bit. Fuck, is she doing this on purpose? I feel like something else is taking control of me.

"Damien, do you have a dark tie?" she asked, still staring at me.

I nodded.

"Why do you need a tie?" I asked, but then I remembered the conversation she had on the phone.

I'm so jealous, but it doesn't matter, she's looking at me. So, I left the room and rushed to my bedroom. I picked a red tie that was in a pile of clothes in my closet before returning to her and showing it to her.

"I can't find my black tie, but will a red one do?" I asked, but it was a lie. She smiled and took the tie from me.

"Now, I want you to take a step backward until your back hits the wall," she commanded.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

But even my soul knows what she is doing. I just want to be sure I don't want to be left hanging because I know that I want this.

"Since you want to apologize, I'll show you a glimpse of how you should do that. Now, Damien, do as I say," she said in an authoritative voice that had a low, seductive, and husky timbre.

I took four steps back and soon felt the cold feeling of the wall against my back.

"All right, now take the tie from me and tie it over your eyes."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Because you're not my sub," she said bluntly.

I snatched the tie from her hands and tied it over my eyes. It took some time before I could get used to the feeling of not being able to see anything. But somehow, I could sense her smirking at me.

"For a newbie, you trust so fast. I like it." She stepped away from the wall, but the palms of her hands shoved my chest against the wall. She pinned me there and dipped her tongue along my chiseled jawline, testing and tasting me. She strolled her tongue further up, circling my cheekbones.

Hannah's POV

He tasted salty as I licked him, and a low, sexy moan came out of his mouth. I licked his refined chin, and my hands moved back and forth on his chest, sensing the flattering structure, highlighting every rigid line of his fine torso, focusing on those "v" indentations on his pelvis. Damn, everything about him is yummy.

He let out a throaty groan.

"This isn't how I expected my apology to go."

"Now apologize," I whispered, biting his earlobes. His body shivered beneath me.

If you ask me why I'm doing this, I'll say I'm still finding answers to the question. I don't know anymore. I bit his abs before licking and sucking on them, eliciting another low groan from him.

"I can't think," he muttered when I gave him another bite of his abs before licking it and leaving a hickey. "Han... uh... forgive... shit me," he said between groans.

I heard the doorbell ring, and I pulled away from him. Even though he was blindfolded, he faced me, seemingly in search of me or something. He had this particular look of anticipation on his face.

I broke him out of his thoughts after I pulled the tie from his face.

"Apology accepted, Mr. Sebastian," I said and walked to the door, opening it up and seeing Owen on the other side. "Hi, Owen, come in." I turned and left the door open for him to enter.

"Oh, please, stop the welcome and tell me why you dragged me away from the office," he said with a dramatic wave.

I smirked at him sassily, my eyes lighting up with amusement.

"I don't need to drag you away from the office, love. I just need to call you and you'll be there when I need you. So stop complaining. It isn't like you're not willing to come. Now, we're going clubbing tonight, so I'm going upstairs to get dressed." I started going up the stairs while Owen was staring at Damien, who was still shirtless and holding the red tie in his hands.

Noticing his gobsmacked look, I turned and rolled my eyes.

"Close your mouth, Owen, and don't ask me any questions."

His icy-blue eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms while staring at me. When he spoke, he did not sound impressed.

"Oh, hell no. Don't talk to me like that, young lady. You hate clubs, and you said you stopped being a dominatrix when your last submissive tried to put a bullet in your heart because he was paid by your enemy to do so. Or the other submissive who tried to poison you."

I stomped my feet childishly while Damien watched the scene, an amused smirk on his face.

"Shut up, Owen!" Owen just smirked.

"Well, if I can't have you, no one can. You must marry me. I've loved...." he said, acting as if he were in a movie.

But before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him with a wave of my hand.

"I know what I said once but I've changed my mind. And not all submissives are the same. You know that. You can't force me to be the same. I need a submissive," I said, trying to hide the fact that my husband wanted me to be a dominatrix.

Owen rolled his eyes before coming towards me. Soon, he was on the step below me.

"Go get dressed, Han. And when we get in the car, you're going to tell me why you desire a sub, or I'll gag you until you spit it out," he said.

"Am already dressed, Like hell, you'll gag me!" I screamed, my face red with fury.

Owen's green eyes narrowed into slits and he crossed his arms as he glared back at me.

"Try me, Hannah. Just try me."

"I don't believe you!"

We continued like this until we reached outside. By then, Damien slipped away before he noticed. And we started our journey to the club.

On the ride over, his eyes flickered to me from where he was in the driver's seat.

"Okay, Hannah, are you ready to tell me why you suddenly need a sub with a description that almost matches your husband's physique?" he said while his attention is focused on the wheel. I sighed heavily.

"You're never going to let this go, are you?" I asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

"No, I'm not. Now spit it out before you choke," he ordered.

"I want to dominate my husband," I answered very quickly.

He scowled, looking very unamused.

"You know, for a minute, I thought you were a female version of Eminem. But for the sake of normal people like us, can you say it one word at a time?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. Why the hell is he scowling?

"Fine. I want... to... dominate... my husband."