He helped her down from the counter and took her hand, leading her through the penthouse to a hidden door at the end of the hallway. When he opened it, Elena’s eyes widened. It was a fully equipped BDSM playroom with soft red lighting, a large padded bench, chains hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew’s cross on the wall, and shelves full of toys, whips, and restraints. Everything looked expensive and carefully chosen.“Welcome to my playroom, my queen,” Damon said, watching her reaction closely. “Nothing too serious today. We’ll go slow and explore what you like. First, pick a safe word. Pick something that's easy to remember if it ever gets too much for you to handle.”Elena bit her lip, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Um… red. I'll say red if I need you to stop.”“Good girl,” he praised, smirking. “Now tell me your kinks, Elena. Be honest and dirty. What makes that pretty pussy wet when you think about it?”She blushed deeply but the heat between her legs grew again.
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