Damon Salvatore.

8.

⚠️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 night was still and quiet, the soft hum of the city outside a distant murmur as I sat on the edge of Damon's bed. The weight of his earlier confession lingered in the air between us, but instead of feeling fear, I felt a strange sense of calm. There was something intoxicating about Damon's presence—his intensity, his confidence, the way he seemed to command the space around him without even trying.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, Damon moved to stand in front of me, his eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't say anything at first, simply watching me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. There was a shift in the atmosphere, a palpable tension that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Mya," he said finally, his voice low and commanding, "I want you to kneel for me."

The request sent a jolt of anticipation through me. There was something both thrilling and terrifying about the way he said it, as if he expected nothing less than complete obedience. I hesitated for only a moment before sliding off the bed and lowering myself to the floor, my knees sinking into the plush carpet beneath me.

"Kneel with your hands flat on your thighs," Damon instructed, his tone firm but not unkind.

I did as he asked, placing my hands palm-down on my thighs, my fingers spread wide. The position was vulnerable, submissive, and it made me acutely aware of my own heartbeat, thudding steadily in my chest. I kept my eyes focused on the floor, unsure of what to expect but trusting Damon to guide me.

"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise sent a warm rush of satisfaction through me.

For a moment, he just stood there, letting the silence stretch between us. The tension was almost unbearable, my mind racing with possibilities. But I knew better than to speak or move without his permission.

"Look at me, Mya," Damon commanded softly.

I lifted my gaze to meet his, finding his eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of desire and authority. The intensity of his stare made my breath hitch, but I held his gaze, waiting for whatever came next.

"I want you to give me head," he said, his voice calm and authoritative.

The request sent a wave of heat through my body, my heart pounding faster as his words sank in. There was something incredibly intimate and powerful about the way he said it, as if he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it.

I hesitated for a brief moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. But the truth was, I wanted this too. The trust we had built, the connection that had deepened between us—it all led to this moment. I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the waistband of his jeans.

Damon's hand gently grasped my wrist, stopping me before I could go any further. "Use your words, Mya," he said softly. "I want to hear you say it."

The request caught me off guard, but I understood what he was asking. He wanted my full, conscious consent, even now. I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze once more. "I want to do this, Damon," I said, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. "I want to please you."

His eyes softened for just a moment before he released my wrist, allowing me to continue. I slowly undid the button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper with deliberate care. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room, amplifying the tension between us.

As I lowered his jeans and boxers, Damon stepped out of them, his arousal evident. I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement as I looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction.

"Take your time," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "There's no rush."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze on me as I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin at the base of his shaft. I started slow, pressing soft kisses along his length, savoring the way his breath hitched in response.

Damon's hand gently rested on the back of my head, guiding me but not forcing. I took him into my mouth, moving at my own pace, exploring the sensation of his warmth against my tongue. The sounds he made—soft groans of pleasure—spurred me on, encouraging me to go deeper, to take more of him in.

The rhythm between us was slow and deliberate, an exchange of power and trust that felt both intense and intimate. I focused on every detail—the way his body responded to each movement, the way his grip tightened ever so slightly in my hair when I found the right spot.

"Mya," Damon groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. The sound of my name on his lips sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but give a little more, eager to hear him say it again.

I continued, the pace increasing as I became more confident, more attuned to what he wanted. Damon's breathing grew heavier, his control slipping just enough to let me know I was driving him wild. The realization filled me with a sense of power, the knowledge that I could bring him to the edge with just a few well-placed movements.

When he finally came, the intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, leaving me breathless and trembling. I swallowed, the taste of him lingering on my tongue, and pulled back slowly, looking up at him with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

Damon's expression was a blend of pleasure and something deeper, something that felt almost reverent. He gently helped me to my feet, his hands steadying me as I rose from my knees. "You did so well, Mya," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

I smiled, feeling a rush of pride at his praise. "Thank you."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart against mine. The moment was tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just happened. As I rested my head against his chest, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment, knowing that I had pleased him, that I had fulfilled his desires.

But there was also something more—a growing understanding of the balance of power between us, of the trust that underpinned every action, every word. It was a dynamic that I was still learning to navigate, but one that I was eager to explore further.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this was just the beginning. There were still so many layers to uncover, so many boundaries to push, and I was ready for whatever came next.

This chapter deepens the exploration of the power dynamics between Mya and Damon while highlighting the importance of communication, consent, and mutual satisfaction in their relationship. If there are specific details you'd like to refine or additional elements to include, feel free to let me know.💚