Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty-two

Damien's POV

I should've been scared and ready to run away, but instead, I loved her more. Although, I must admit that I'm a little scared of what she has done for me. And I'm also scared to ask her how she was able to do that creepy thing with her eyes.

It's been several long weeks since that stuff happened, but I can't get it out of my head. So, that's why I currently find myself pacing back and forth in our bedroom.

Hannah announced her presence by loudly clearing her throat, which halted my pacing. She was standing in the doorway, staring at me with concern written across her face. She approached me carefully, not getting too close.

"Hey, Damien, is everything alright?" she asked.

She was my problem, but I couldn't tell her that to her face. It might hurt her feelings and undo all the progress we had made in our relationship.

I took a seat on the bed and shook my head.

"No, I'm cool," I replied before turning to ask her to join me, but I lost the courage when I saw her still staring at me. I turned back around, pretending to be on my phone.

"Something's wrong, Damien," she said, wrapping her hands around my neck. I held back the urge to stiffen. "Tell me."

She placed a loving kiss on my neck. Did she want me to tell her, or was she distracting me? I moan as she continues her assault on my neck. I feel blood rush to my lower region.

"I just wanted to ask you a question," I said, summoning a little of my courage.

"Alright, ask away, babe," she replied, placing another kiss on my cheek and scooting back.

"How were you able to change your eyes to red and black and your voice become someone else's?" I asked while removing her hand from my shoulder. I turned to look at her while I was talking.

She chuckled at me, her dark eyes glinting in amusement.

"What took you so long to ask me that?" she asked, still chuckling.

I looked at her, furrowing my eyebrow in confusion.

Are you kidding me right now? I thought as she continued to stare at me, her eyes dancing with humor.

When she stopped laughing, she began to explain.

"Well, it just came before I became Queen of the supernatural world. It was when I was a Don in the underworld. I didn't even know it existed. But I was sensing danger, so I went to check it out in the woods. Then I was kidnapped. I tried my hardest to escape and I ran, but ended up getting shot, and was unconscious. A while later, I woke up completely healed and craving blood.

I met my godmother, and she told me that someone transferred their power to me. But we don't know who it was. I don't control the said power because it's not mine. It just comes and goes when I don't feed on blood for a long time.

Speaking of blood, don't be surprised if you find a bag of artificial blood in the fridge. It isn't enough, but it does the job for some time," she said.

"So, you're like a vampire?" I asked after a few minutes of processing the stuff.

"No, I'm not a vampire. I'm a werewolf and a demon," she said, flashing her sharp, white fangs at me.

I managed to keep my cool as she showed off her fangs and her red and black eye to me. I stared at her stoically, studying the features I had not noticed that night. When she took me to the meeting with her subjects was enough of a lesson for me.

"If you ever need blood, why don't you drink from me?" I asked curiously, but I knew I was treading in a dangerous zone.

"You thought me flashing my fangs was just for show?" she asked, standing up.

I gaped at her.

"There's more?"

Hannah nodded.

"It's time for me to introduce you to our next lesson." She gestured for me to follow her into her closet. She then placed her hand on the wall behind me. I watched the closet open into a large room with a bed and what looked like various kinds of sex toys like floggers, dildos, rope, and several types of vibrators lying on top of it.

"How?" I asked in astonishment.

Hannah gave me a small, mysterious smile.

"I have my ways. Now, did you read the manual the day you first came to the club?"

"Yes, I did," I said.

Hannah nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, good. Now, I'm going into the other room to change my outfit. I need you to disrobe and sit on your knees beside this door," she answered, gesturing to the door as she spoke.

I nodded my head in understanding.

Hannah's POV

I set my items on the bed and removed my clothes. It's been a while. I dress myself up quickly because I'm nervous. I don't even know why I feel this way. Maybe because my husband has never done this before.

I'm wearing a tight, black, short-sleeved crotchless catsuit with a low neckline to show off my breasts. I slipped on a red and blue corset on top of it and put on my red and dark blue heeled boots. Then, I start working on my hair and makeup. For my hair, I just do a tight ponytail at the top of my head and swipe some eyeshadow over my eyes, giving me a smokey eye. Finally, I put on a little red lipstick to make my lips pop.

When I'm done, I grab my leather switch and head back to our room. I go inside the closet, and Damien is doing exactly what I told him. I squat and make him look at me. I pull him into a deep kiss, then step away. I move to his back and crack my whip on it.

"You have to say 'thank you, mistress,' when I kiss you. Do you understand?" I said, whipping him again.

"Yes, of course. Thank you, mistress," he gulped as I began to kiss his thigh.

He closed his eyes tightly and shivered as the sensations of my lips drove him insane.

"Open your eyes, Damien," I commanded, hitting him with the switch.

He jerked in surprise but did as I said, and his honey-golden orbs stared back at me.

"Yes, mistress."

We maintained eye contact as I took his cock in my hands and began to pump it slowly. He groaned. I placed my lips at the tip of his shaft and slid it slowly into my mouth, letting my teeth lightly graze over his sensitive skin. He gasped and let out a moan.

"Oh, fuck, Han," he stammered.

I stand up, and he realizes too late what he's done.