Back and Better book novel Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty Four “Second scene”

Amira POV

I blink away my sleepiness, opening my eyes and yawning. My legs are tangled with Christian while he looks at me affectionately.

“You still have to go to Damon for part two of your punishment. And I’ll warn you, he’s rougher than I am. But he’s a fan of overstimulation and various s*x toys more than actual pain.”

My eyes widen steadily. Overstimulation? “Grab a shirt and head to his room.” “I’m taking a shower first” | announce, walking into the bathroom.

“Be quick, no dominant likes to be kept waiting,” Christian warns. I shrug and nod before closing the door, and taking the fastest shower possible.

Thanks to my accelerated healing, my ass is no longer bruised and it doesn’t hurt like a b***h. But something tells me that this is about to change.

I forgo putting on a T-shirt, and decide to go in a towel.

• “Oh, you’re really going to get it if you go in that” Christian chuckles, and I don’t respond.

What ever Damon wants to dish out, I can take. I’m a f*****g white wolf,

I walk into his room, confidently, only to realize that he’s in the shower. I smirk, dropping my towel, and sitting on the bed. I lean back on my elbows, so that as soon as Damon walks out he’ll be met with the sight of me, naked, and completely ready for him.

I end up only having to wait a few minutes until he steps out of the bathroom, looking like a f*****g Greek god, with only a towel covering his lower half.

“f**k” he says, open mouthed, looking at me. “I was under the impression you wanted to see me?” I purr, tilting my head slightly and smiling gently. Damon shakes his head slowly. “You’re going to be the death of me. You drive me f*****g insane.” I stare at him for a few moments, before leaning forward ever so slightly “Prove it.” That’s all it takes for Damon to drop his towel, letting me drink all of him in. He has no hair on or around his c**k. “Do you shave?” “Genetics. You?” “I get a Brazilian every week or two.” “Mmm. That’s f*****g hot.” “Prove it,” I taunt again.

That proves to be both a mistake and a victory, because the next thing I know, is I’m fully on the bed and trapped under his strong, muscular, and irresistibly hot body.

“What do you want, Mira?” “I don’t know, Damon. What do I want?” He smirks before flipping me over and harshly slapping my ass.

“Don’t be a brat, Mira. Communicate. What do you want?” His voice is taunting, and I realize that he wants me to validate him. Wants to hear me beg for him.

He’s the most dominant out of my mates, meaning he needs the most validation, although he’ll never directly ask for

Too bad I’m a girl who doesn’t often give validation. “Whatever you want.” Damon chuckles lowly. “Don’t fight me on this, Amira. If you want me, ask for me.”

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Second Scene

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ܙܝܙܚܙܚ rvulus illu l ܚܙܝ guuܝܝܚ ܚܙܚܙܝܝܙܝ

“Are you sure that’s your final answer?” I flip back over to my back and sit up, eye level with him. “No.” He smiles his beautiful smile. “You brought this on yourself.”

The next minute or so is a blur of me being difficult and fighting him while he ties me down, limb by limb, until I’m perfectly restrained and completely unable to move.

Damon is plugging a vibrator into the wall, with his back turned to me. “What are my safe words?” I question. “You don’t get a safe word,” he says lowly, turning to me. I tense up. “What?”

“You don’t get a safe word. If it’s too much, I’ll be able to tell. I’m your mate. Christian’s less intense than me, and would trust your word. I’ll push your limits, but I guarantee I’ll never give you more than you can handle. But I can also guarantee that you will never experience such exhaustion after a scene than with me. I’m very, very particular with aftercare, specifically with you being my mate and my need to take care of you in general, which is just amplified. While Christian probably just cuddled you, since I’m more intense, I’m going to do more aftercare. That will mean I keep you close. I will make sure that any pain or bruises are tended to. Then I’m going to bathe you. I’m going to make sure you have a substantial meal. Nothing huge if you aren’t hungry, but at least something. And, because you’re not on birth control and I don’t want you to have to take the morning after pill, I’ll be using a condom tonight.”

His words, endearing as they may be, are also sort of scaring the s**t out of me. “You’re scaring me” I admit. He walks towards me slowly, leaning over me until our lips brush. “Tell me what you want. Last chance.”

I bite my lip, battling whether to give into the anxiety and fear of being pushed too far, or trusting what Damon says and giving in.

“No.” I say.

“I was hoping you would say that, since I already have you all tied up and ready.” I gasp as he retrieves the vibrator and positions it on my clit. He makes eye contact with me before turning it onto the lowest setting. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. Damon secures the vibrator in place with more rope before settling himself over me, careful not to disturb the position of the vibrator. His lips smash onto mine, locking in place, completely dominating my mouth. Showing me that he’s in charge, and that I’m going to sit back and take whatever he may want to dish out.

My first orgasm hits me as soon as his lips move away from mine and down to my neck. He licks and sucks his way down to my n****e, giving it plenty of attention before nipping it, causing me to yelp. He gives the same treatment to my other n****e, meanwhile orgasms are ripping out of me one, after another, after another, after another.

Damon continues kissing his path down my body until he’s at my p***y. He removes the vibrator, only to replace it with his tongue and fingers. I’m already as wet as can be, and sensitive as hell, so it takes about 15 seconds for me to reach another climax. Damon then works his way back up to my n*****s again.

He momentarily detaches so that he can roll on a condom, before going straight back to sucking. “You taste so f*****g amazing.” With that he thrusts inside of me, causing me to scream. He picks up the vibrator and presses it to my clit at the

ut at a feral pace, making another scream tear from me. He turns the vibrator setting on medium.

“I f*****g love hearing you scream” he says, before moving from my n*****s back to my mouth. “But this time, you need to ask me for permission.” My eyes widen. “What?” “You’re going to ask me permission before coming, and you need my approval- or else I’ll punish you.”

I moan loudly as he starts moving the vibrator in circular motions, still thrusting in me. I can feel myself getting close.

“C-can I… Can I come, please?” I stutter out, all of the sensations making it too overwhelming to speak properly. “Please! Can I please come!” I moan out. He keeps thrusting “Not yet.” “PLEASE!” He turns the vibrator setting on high, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Come.” He commands, and we both release at the same exact time. He slowly pulls out of me, turning off the vibrator at the same time,

He briefly walks to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and when he comes back in his eyes zero in on my pussy

“I need another taste” he growls, before going down on me again. He licks up all of my release before making me come again, and licking that clean as well.

Then he kisses his way up my body, slowly this time. Places a kiss to each of my n*****s, and then gently kisses my lips. I’m on the verge of unconsciousness, exhausted physically and emotionally from the scene.

He slowly undoes my restraints, and once I’m all free, he gently lifts me up. “I ran a bath for us. Let’s shower first and then relax?” I smile slightly, nodding. I completely trust Damon to take care of me.