Hers To Control

Hers To Control
Damien’s POV

Except it wasn't just a tease.

I wasn’t done with her yet…not even close. The way she trembled in my arms, soft and spent, only made me want to push her further, drown her in sensation until she couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel me everywhere.

I carried her back to the St. Andrew’s cross, her body limp and trusting against my chest. This time I added the noise-canceling headphones…soft pads over her ears playing a low, throbbing bass track that vibrated through her bones, blocking out everything but the rhythm I set. Blindfold back on. Wrists and ankles secured again, but wider this time, stretching her fully open.

I started with the pinwheel…cool metal points rolling slowly over her flushed skin, down her sides, across her breasts, between her thighs, light enough to prickle, sharp enough to make her gasp and arch. 

Goosebumps exploded everywhere I touched. Then the vibrator wand again, pressed hard against her while I drizzled ice-cold water in thin streams over her heated skin…watching it bead and run, contrasting the deep vibration until she was shaking, oversensitive, hips jerking helplessly.

I added my mouth…hot and wet against the cold trails, licking the water away, sucking gently on the spots the pinwheel had awakened. My fingers joined, sliding inside her while the wand stayed relentless, curling just right until she came again, harder this time, body convulsing against the restraints, muffled cries lost in the music only she could hear.

I removed the headphones then, letting the sudden rush of real sound…her own ragged breathing, my low murmurs of praise…crash over her like another wave. 

Released her, carried her to the bed in the corner of the room, and took her once more…slow, deep, face-to-face, her legs wrapped around me as I rocked into her until we both shattered together, my release pulsing hot inside her.

Finally spent, I cleaned us both gently with a warm towel, massaged every mark, every tender spot, whispering how perfect she was, how much I loved her surrender. 

I left her there to go prepare something for us to eat. After feeding her and myself, we stayed awake talking about ensuring until we fell asleep tangled in the sheets, her head on my chest, my arms locked around her like I’d never let go.



Early morning light filtered through the curtains when I woke to her soft kisses trailing down my jaw. She smiled sleepy and mischievous, eyes sparkling. “My turn.”

Before I could protest, she was pushing me toward the bathroom, the massive marble shower already steaming from the hot water she’d started. She guided me under the spray, then pressed me back against the cool tiled wall, her hands firm on my shoulders.

“Hands up,” she murmured, reaching for the soft silk ties I kept hooked there for exactly this. She bound my wrists high, securing them to the overhead bar, stretching me just like I’d done to her. The water cascaded over us both, hot and relentless, turning her skin slick and glowing.

She dropped to her knees slowly, eyes locked on mine the whole way down. Her hands slid up my thighs, fingers tracing every muscle before wrapping around me…firm, possessive. 

She started slowly, tongue swirling around the tip like she was savoring her favorite treat, licking long, deliberate stripes from base to head, over and over, like a lollipop she never wanted to finish. 

She took her time…teasing the underside with the flat of her tongue, circling the ridge, sucking gently just at the top before pulling back to lick again, wet and hot and perfect. 

My head fell back against the tile, groans echoing in the steam as she worked me higher, deeper into her mouth now, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowing with every slow pull. She hummed softly…the vibration shooting straight through me…tongue still swirling even as she took me fully, throat relaxing until I was buried in warmth.

I was shaking by the time she stood, untying me only to push me down onto the wide built-in bench. She straddled me immediately, sinking down slowly, taking every inch until I was deep inside her again. Her back arched beautifully, hands braced on my thighs behind her for leverage as she started to ride…long, rolling strokes that ground her against me perfectly. Water poured over us, her skin glistening, breasts bouncing with every rise and fall.

I couldn’t stay still for long. I sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer so I could take one breast into my mouth…sucking hard in time with her thrusts, tongue flicking the peak, then switching to the other, matching her rhythm exactly. 

She gasped my name, moving faster, hips grinding harder as I worshipped her with my mouth, hands gripping her back to keep her close.

We came together…her clenching tight around me, pulling me over the edge until I emptied inside her again, hot pulses that left us both breathless and trembling.

We stayed under the water a long time…washing each other slowly, hands gentle now, tracing lazy patterns over skin. I shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp until she melted against me while we talked about sweet nothings. 

She soaped my chest, fingers lingering, pressing soft kisses to every spot.

Back in bed, towels discarded, we curled up skin to skin. I pulled the covers over us, spooning her from behind, one hand cupped possessively over her breast, the other laced with hers.

“I love you more than anything,” I whispered into her neck, breathing her in…clean skin, faint traces of us still lingering.

She squeezed my hand, wiggling back closer. “And I love you. Every wild, intense, perfect part of you.”

We drifted again like that…warm, sated, hearts beating in sync…knowing this, us, was forever.

We’d drifted in that warm, hazy afterglow for what felt like an hour…her body tucked perfectly against mine, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. 

I thought we were done, sated, ready to sink into a lazy morning. But then I felt her shift, her hand sliding down my chest with purpose, nails grazing just enough to wake every nerve.

This woman drives me crazy in the best possible ways.

Her eyes opened, dark and mischievous, that soft smile turning into something sharper, more commanding. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

My pulse kicked hard. “Bella…”

She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “No talking unless I say. Hands above your head.”

I obeyed instantly, arms stretching up to grip the headboard as she straddled my waist, her weight pinning me in the most delicious way. She reached for the soft silk restraints tucked under the pillow…ones I’d bought for her, now turned against me…and looped them around my wrists, securing them tight to the posts. My ankles next…she slid down the bed with deliberate slowness, binding them spread to the footboard until I was stretched out, completely at her mercy.

She sat back on her heels between my legs, just looking…eyes roaming over every inch of me like she owned me. And at that moment and for the rest of my life, she did. The way her gaze lingered, possessive and adoring, made heat pool low in my gut.

First came the blindfold…black silk slipping over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. Every sense sharpened instantly. I heard the soft rustle as she moved, felt the mattress dip, then the cool trail of her fingertips starting at my throat…down my chest…circling my nipples until they hardened, pinching lightly, rolling them between her fingers until I arched off the bed with a groan.

She didn’t rush. Feather-light touches everywhere…inner thighs, the sensitive skin behind my knees, along my sides…teasing, never quite where I needed her most. Then warmer…her mouth following the same paths, soft kisses turning into slow licks, gentle sucks that left me trembling. 

When she finally wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly and firm, I was already throbbing, hips straining against the restraints.

She brought me to the edge once…twice…three times…pulling back each time I got close, her soft laugh vibrating against my skin when I growled in frustration. “Patience,” she whispered, voice like velvet. “You’re mine to enjoy.”

When she finally took me between her lips again, it was slow torture…long, deep pulls, tongue swirling relentlessly, humming softly so the vibration shot through me like lightning. She edged me again with her mouth alone, pulling off just as I teetered on the brink, leaving me panting and desperate.

Only then did she climb back up, removing the blindfold so I could watch her…beautiful, powerful, glowing with control as she positioned herself over me. 

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, taking me fully until we both moaned. Her hands planted on my chest for leverage, nails digging in just enough, she started to ride…deep, rolling thrusts that ground her against me perfectly, back arched, head thrown back, breasts swaying with every move.

I couldn’t touch her, couldn’t do anything but feel…her tightness, her heat, the way she clenched deliberately to pull me deeper. 

She set the pace…slow and teasing at first, building to hard, fast snaps of her hips that had the headboard creaking. When she leaned forward, offering her breast to my mouth, I took it eagerly…sucking in rhythm with her thrusts, tongue flicking until she gasped my name.

She came first…shuddering hard around me, walls pulsing in waves that dragged me right over with her. I spilled deep inside her, release hitting so intense my vision whited out, every muscle locked as pleasure tore through me.

She untied me slowly after, massaging my wrists and ankles with gentle hands, kissing each spot the restraints had marked. Then she curled into my side, pulling the covers over us both, her head on my chest, fingers tracing soft patterns over my heart.

“You’re perfect when you surrender,” she murmured, voice sleepy and satisfied.

I wrapped my arms around her tight, pressing my lips to her hair. “Only for you, Bella. Always only for you.”

We stayed tangled like that…warm skin, steady breaths, hearts beating together…basking in the quiet certainty that every part of us belonged to the other, no matter who held the reins.