Damon Salvatore.

16.

⚠️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 sunset bathed the campus in a soft, orange glow as I made my way to Damon's apartment, the events of the day replaying in my mind. Each step felt heavier than the last, my body still buzzing from the relentless teasing Damon had subjected me to. The vibrator had been a constant, subtle presence all day, a reminder of his control that had left me on edge, teetering on the brink of pleasure but never quite reaching it.

Now, as I approached his door, I could feel a mixture of relief and anticipation building inside me. I was finally going to see him, finally going to get the release I had been denied all day. But there was also a sense of nervousness, a lingering uncertainty about what Damon had planned for me. He had promised me a reward, but with Damon, that could mean anything.

I knocked softly on the door, my heart pounding as I waited for him to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open, and there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe with that signature smirk on his lips.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice low and smooth. His eyes roamed over me, taking in the sight of my flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance. "You look... tense. Rough day?"

I couldn't help but let out a small, breathless laugh at his understatement. "You know exactly how my day was, Damon."

He chuckled, stepping aside to let me in. "I suppose I do. Come in, let's talk about it."

I walked past him into the apartment, the familiar scent of his cologne filling my senses. The space was dimly lit, the soft glow of a few lamps casting warm shadows across the room. It felt intimate, almost cozy, a stark contrast to the tension that had been building inside me all day.

Damon closed the door behind us, and I turned to face him, my heart still racing. He approached me slowly, his gaze intense, as if he could see right through me, see every thought and desire I was trying to keep hidden.

"Tell me about your day," he said, his voice gentle but commanding.

I swallowed hard, my cheeks flushing as I tried to find the words. "It was... challenging. You kept me on edge the whole time, and it was so hard to focus. I... I couldn't stop thinking about you, about what you were doing to me."

He smiled, clearly pleased with my answer. "That's exactly what I wanted, Mya. To remind you who's in control, even when we're not together." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "And you handled it beautifully. I'm proud of you."

The praise warmed me from the inside out, a sense of accomplishment mixing with the lingering tension in my body. "Thank you, Damon," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes darkening as he looked at me. "Now, about that reward I promised you..." His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our lips were just inches apart. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, my body practically trembling with anticipation.

Damon's smirk widened, and he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin he could reach. The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up desire and longing that had been building between us all day.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily, the air between us charged with electricity. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to see you."

Without hesitation, I obeyed, stripping off my clothes and letting them fall to the floor in a heap. I stood before him, completely exposed, my heart racing as his eyes roamed over my naked body.

"Beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to run his fingers down my arm. "You've been so good for me today, Mya. Now, it's time for your reward."

He guided me to the bed, gently pushing me down onto the soft sheets. My body was thrumming with anticipation, every nerve on high alert as I waited to see what he would do next. Damon climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You've been so patient," he said softly, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading them wider. "But now, I'm going to take care of you."

With that, he leaned down, his lips trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I let out a soft moan, my hips arching slightly, desperate for his touch. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the need for release overwhelming.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Damon's mouth found its target, his tongue flicking out to taste me. The sensation was exquisite, a burst of pleasure that sent shockwaves through my body. I moaned louder, my hands gripping the sheets as he continued to tease and torment me with his skilled tongue.

He took his time, building the pleasure slowly, methodically, until I was writhing beneath him, begging for release. My body was on fire, every touch, every flick of his tongue sending me spiraling closer to the edge.

"Please, Damon," I gasped, my voice trembling with desperation. "Please, let me come."

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to look at me, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet," he said, his voice filled with that familiar mix of dominance and teasing. "You'll come when I say so."

I whimpered in frustration, my body trembling with the need for release. But I knew better than to disobey him. I had to wait, had to endure the sweet torture he was subjecting me to.

Damon continued his ministrations, his tongue working me over with agonizing precision, driving me to the brink of madness. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my entire body taut with tension as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he finally relented, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, Mya. Now."

The release was immediate, explosive, a wave of pleasure that crashed over me with a force that left me breathless. I cried out, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me, my vision going white with the intensity of it.

Damon didn't stop, his tongue continuing to work me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I was completely spent, my body trembling with exhaustion.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips glistening with my arousal, a satisfied smile on his face. He moved up the bed to lie beside me, pulling me into his arms as I tried to catch my breath.

"You did so well," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "I'm so proud of you, Mya."

I snuggled into his embrace, a sense of contentment washing over me as the last remnants of tension left my body. "Thank you, Damon," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He smiled, his hand gently stroking my hair as he held me close. "You're mine, Mya," he said softly, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness. "And I'll always take care of you."

As I lay there in his arms, the events of the day fading into the background, I felt a deep sense of peace settle over me. The challenges, the tests, the power dynamics—all of it was part of the unique bond we shared, a bond that was growing stronger with each passing day.

And as I drifted off to sleep, my body still buzzing with the afterglow of pleasure, I knew that I wouldn't want it any other way.

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