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NIAI took deep breaths as I clutched onto Damian's hand securely, and my eyes lowered. I struggled to steel my nerves, trying my best to remain calm. I felt Damian interlace his fingers with mine, and I exhaled softly. Despite everything I had told him, I had still decided to come to the club tonight. So here I was, being led down the same hallway I was on my birthday. The only difference was that this time, Damian wasn't wearing a mask or anything like that, and for some reason, my heart fluttered at the subtle change. We halted before the door, the very one from our last encounter, and Damian swiped the key card without a second's pause, shoving it open with a decisive push. He strode inside, yanking me along by the wrist, his grip unyielding like iron cuffs.The atmosphere thickened instantly, heavy with anticipation and raw dominance, signalling the scene's ignition. My pulse hammered in my ears, a mix of dread and dark excitement coiling in my gut.Damian released me in the

DAMIANI reached for Nia's legs that were clamped shut, and when she hesitated, I slapped them, pushing them open as I slid my middle finger into her hole in one thrust. Fuck, how was she always this wet?Nia let out a low moan, her leg twitching as a low squelch sound reached our ears with each thrust.I eased another finger in, and Nia drew in a gasp, nipping at her bottom lip.I withdrew my finger before I could get ahead of myself, and I eased the bullet vibrator into her. It sat prettily against her cunt, fitting almost snugly in her hole. Nia glanced down at the toy in her, her flush spreading to her neck as she whimpered. “Let's see how long you can pretend, princess,” I mused, turning the vibrator on. I left it on the lowest setting for now, and the low hum was almost soothing. I dragged a chair closer to Nia after grabbing a leather crop, taking a seat close to the bed as I reached for my phone. Just the sight of her was enough to make me think about disregarding the puni

NIAIt had been weeks since I had gone back to the club to meet Damian, and I had never felt so alive.I started going there more often, sometimes by myself and sometimes wihh Jordan, but each time, one thing didn't change, I got fucked absolutely senseless.There was something about Damian that… that left me wanting, left me craving his presence each minute he wasn't there, each moment without him.I left my suitcase which I was zipping, plopping on the bed as I remembered his touch, I shuddered, my core clenching at the very thought of the unholy things he would do to me. I snaked my hand under my jeans, the low vibration of my phone somewhere underneath my clothes which lay strewn all over the room, brought me out of my um…yeah.I got up, wiping my fingers on my shorts as I zipped up my suitcase, heaving as I lifted it from the bed and rolled it to the sitting room.I went back into the room, grabbing my phone and charger as the time shone brightly in my face. I plopped on my couc

DAMIAN“Professor”?My heart seemed to stop as she walked away, each graceful step sending a pang through my chest. Her shoulders slumped as she paused briefly at the corner before disappearing around it.I awkwardly dropped my outstretched hand, clearing my throat as I drove my hand into the wall, welcoming the rush of pain it brought. I withdrew it, massaging my reddened knuckles, “Fuck,” I muttered, thrusting my bruised hand into my pocket as I walked out of the corner.The winding halls were empty, save for a few loiterers. I rubbed my temple tiredly, trying to think of a way, any way to get us out of this.Her eyes pierced my soul, her voice as she ended things with such resignation, her walk seeming so final.“Professor Damien?” a light voice asked lazily. I looked up, my view obscured by a tiny bubble of gum. It popped loudly, revealing heavily glossed lips.“Yes,” I deadpanned, sighing loudly as my hand throbbed softly in my pocket. “Yeah, um, the board has requested your pe

DAMIANI stared down at Nia with a small smile on my face, trying to control my nerves. My heart thudded in my chest, and I curled my fingers at my sides a bit. “Again,” I said lowly, circling her. I took slow, calculated steps as I walked around her, placing my hands behind my back in the most confident stature I could muster. Just the sight of her on her knees again was filling me with a sense of anticipation and excitement that I hadn't felt in a month. “Say it again.” I paused in front of her, and she seemed to sense me, her back straightening. I reached a hand out, taking her jaw in my palm. I traced my thumb around her cheek softly, sliding the finger along her bottom lip. I tugged it a bit, just taking in the sight of her tongue running along her teeth as if it was waiting for me to slide the thumb into her mouth. “Say that you want me again.”“I want you, Sir,” she repeated, not even missing a beat. She raised her head, and looked up in my direction. Her eyes were still bl