DAMON’S POV Gabrielle screamed. The whip was lightweight, so I knew it would sting just enough to make her lose her mind—not enough to leave a mark. “Oh my god,” she cried, spasms running through her legs. I caught her chin and forced her to look at me. “Do you want to say the safe word?” Her eyes were glassy when she raised them. “More… please.” The way she begged—her voice soft, her eyes shining with need—made my cock jerk in my pants. She looked so fucking perfect like this—naked, nipples clamped, her body spread open for me. “Damon, please,” she begged, straining against the restraints. “I…” “No, cara,” I cut in, pressing a finger to her lips. “Not yet. Close your eyes.” She obeyed. I pulled the blindfold from my pocket and tied it behind her head. “Damon—” “You told me to take it out on you,” I said, securing it in place. “You said you wanted this.” She nodded desperately. “Yes.” I stepped back, lifting the whip again, and brought it down across her other thigh.
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