Damon Salvatore.

4.

⚠️Warning! This book is for 16 and older so if your under 16 and reading this don't report this i gave a warning and told you not to read it. Everything in the book is consensual not real and should not be read by kids 16 and under⚠️

The air between us had changed since that kiss. There was a tension now, something simmering just below the surface every time we crossed paths. It wasn't just the teasing anymore; it was something deeper, something that neither of us could quite put into words.

A few days after our last encounter, Damon asked me to meet him. His request came out of the blue—an enigmatic text that simply said, "Come to my place tonight. There's something we need to talk about."

I hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but curiosity got the better of me. That evening, I found myself standing in front of his apartment, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. I took a deep breath and knocked.

Damon opened the door almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting right by it. He stepped aside to let me in, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on me as I walked past him.

The apartment was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. It was modern, sleek, and impeccably tidy, much like the man himself. Damon led me to the living room, where a low table held two glasses of wine. He handed me one, his fingers brushing against mine in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Thanks," I murmured, taking a sip to calm my nerves.

He sat down on the couch, gesturing for me to join him. I did, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between us.

"Mya," Damon began, his voice unusually serious, "there's something I need to tell you. Something important."

I looked at him, waiting, sensing that whatever he was about to say was going to change everything between us.

"I'm not good at this," he continued, running a hand through his dark hair. "Being open, I mean. But I like you, and I don't want there to be any secrets between us."

The way he said "like" sent a flutter through my heart, but I could tell this was leading somewhere I hadn't anticipated.

"What is it, Damon?" I asked softly, trying to encourage him to continue.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "There's a side of me that most people don't know about. A side that I don't usually share. But if we're going to be anything more than... whatever this is, you need to know."

He paused, as if searching for the right words, and then he spoke again, his voice low and steady. "I'm into BDSM, Mya. It's not just a passing interest for me—it's a part of who I am. And if we're going to continue this... I want you to be a part of that. I want you to be my submissive."

His words hung in the air, heavy and charged with meaning. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I processed what he was saying. It wasn't just the revelation itself that shocked me, but the fact that he was trusting me with something so personal, so vulnerable.

I knew what BDSM was, of course, at least in the general sense. But hearing it from Damon, imagining what it might mean to be with him in that way, brought a whole new level of intensity to the concept.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Damon, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything right now," he replied quickly, his gaze softening. "I know this is a lot to take in. But I wanted to be honest with you. I care about you, Mya, and I want us to have a real connection—one that's based on trust and understanding. But that can only happen if you know all of me, not just the parts that are easy to see."

His honesty, his openness, struck me deeply. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he was laying himself bare in front of me, risking rejection for the sake of authenticity.

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. "So, what would that mean... being your submissive?"

Damon leaned closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "It would mean giving yourself to me in ways that go beyond what most people experience. It's about trust, communication, and mutual respect. It's not just about sex—it's about power exchange, about you trusting me to lead, and me trusting you to follow. But it's also about your limits, your boundaries. You would always have the final say. Your consent is everything."

His words were measured, careful, as if he wanted to make sure I understood the gravity of what he was asking. There was no pressure in his tone, no demand—just a quiet, earnest desire to be upfront with me.

I could feel the weight of his offer, the enormity of what he was asking, but there was also a part of me that was deeply intrigued. The idea of submitting to Damon, of exploring that side of myself with him, was both terrifying and thrilling.

"I... I need to think about this," I finally said, my voice trembling slightly.

Damon nodded, his expression understanding. "Of course. Take all the time you need. I just wanted to be honest with you. Whatever you decide, I'll respect it."

We sat there in silence for a moment, the gravity of the conversation settling between us. I could feel his eyes on me, could sense the tension in his posture, but he didn't push me for an answer. He was giving me space, letting me process everything at my own pace.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally stood up, my legs feeling a bit shaky. "I should go," I said softly.

Damon stood as well, walking me to the door. "Mya," he said, his voice gentle, "no matter what you decide, I want you to know that I care about you. This doesn't change that."

I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. My mind was still reeling, and I knew I needed time to sort through my feelings.

As I stepped out into the cool night air, Damon's words echoed in my mind. I had always been drawn to him, to his confidence, his mystery, but now there was a new layer to that attraction—one that I hadn't expected but couldn't ignore.

The question was, could I step into that world with him? Could I give myself to him in the way he was asking?

Only time would tell.