Me, You and The Toys

Me, You and The Toys
Damien’s POV

Everyone else had scattered…making excuses about errands…just leaving the estate quiet again. 

Too quiet. 

I wiped the last traces of blood off my knuckles with a towel one of the guards handed me, then headed inside. I knew exactly where she’d be.

Isabella was curled up on the big sectional in the living room, legs crossed tight, phone in hand, thumb swiping through Instagram like it was the most interesting thing in the world. She didn’t look up when my footsteps echoed on the marble.

I walked straight to her, dropped to my knees right in front of the couch, and rested my hands on her thighs. “Bella.”

She turned her face away, jaw tight. “I don’t want to see you right now.”

My chest squeezed. “But I want to see you. Every single day of my life. Naked in my bed. Walking around this house in nothing but my shirt. Laughing in my kitchen. Everywhere.”

She kept swiping, acting like my words didn’t land, but I saw the tiny hitch in her breath. “Go away, Damien.”

I didn’t move. “Tell me what’s really wrong. Why are you upset with me?”

She laughed, short and sarcastic, finally dropping the phone onto the cushion beside her. “Oh, you don’t know?”

“I have a little idea,” I said quietly. “But please talk to me.”

Her eyes snapped to mine, blazing. “I was scared, Damien. Terrified. What if you’d actually killed him? What if the police came and took you away? After everything we’ve been through in the last month…being taken, the threats, the fear…do you think I have the heart to survive losing you like that? Watching you get dragged off in handcuffs because you couldn’t control your temper for one second?”

My heart clenched so hard it hurt. I saw it now…clear as day. It wasn’t just anger. It was pure fear. For me. For us.

I slid my hands up to cup her face gently. “I’m sorry. I was reckless. Thoughtless. I let rage take over and didn’t think about what it would do to you. I promise you, Bella…from now on, I will stay away from anything that could land me in a fight, an exchange, a police station. Anything that risks taking me away from you.”

She was still sulking, lips pressed thin, but her eyes softened just a fraction. “Promise?”

“With my life,” I said, voice rough.

She searched my face for a long moment, then the corner of her mouth lifted into that small, beautiful smile I lived for. I exhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours.

“Those traitors all abandoned me,” I muttered, thumb brushing her cheek. “Left me here to face you alone. Good thing, actually. We’re finally by ourselves.”

She blinked, confused. “What are you talking about?”

I grinned slowly. “It’s time to try that new equipment I ordered the other day."

Her eyes widened. “Damien—”

Too late. I stood, scooped her up, and tossed her over my shoulder in one smooth move. She let out a surprised laugh, hands smacking my back.

“Put me down!”

“Never,” I growled, carrying her toward the stairs. “Not even death gets to do us part.”

She kept laughing, half-hearted protests turning into giggles as I took the steps two at a time, straight to the master bedroom…our bedroom…and through the hidden door to the playroom I’d had built just for us.

I carried her up down the stairs, her laughter vibrating against my shoulder, her playful protests only fueling the fire already roaring inside me. The moment we crossed into the playroom, the door clicked shut behind us, the low amber lights flickering on automatically. The air smelled faintly of leather and polished wood…our beautiful sanctuary.

I set her down gently in the center, her bare feet sinking into the thick rug. She stood there, breathing fast, eyes wide and trusting as they met mine. I cupped her face, kissing her slow and deep, pouring every ounce of adoration into it until her hands clutched my shirt like she never wanted to let go.

“The safe word is ‘red,’” I murmured against her lips. “You use it, everything stops. You’re safe with me. Always.”

She nodded, a soft “Yes” escaping her, full of surrender.

I undressed her with deliberate slowness…fingers tracing every inch of skin I exposed, worshipping her like the masterpiece she was. 

When she stood completely bare, trembling under my gaze, I guided her to the custom St. Andrew’s cross against the wall. Her back pressed to the cool leather-padded X-frame as I fastened the padded cuffs around her wrists first…high above her head, stretching her beautifully. Then her ankles, spreading her legs just enough to make her fully open, fully vulnerable, fully mine.

I stepped back, drinking her in…arms outstretched, body displayed, chest rising and falling with anticipation. Goosebumps bloomed across her skin as I circled her slowly. My own clothes came off quickly, but I didn’t rush to her yet. Anticipation was part of the gift.

First came the silk blindfold, tied snugly over her eyes. 

Her lips parted on a soft gasp, every sense heightened now. I started with the soft suede flogger…light, thuddy strokes across her shoulders, down her back, warming her skin to a faint pink glow. Each swing was measured, loving, building heat without pain, only exquisite sensation. 

She arched into it, small whimpers escaping as I moved to her thighs, her bottom, the gentle impacts making her body sing.

Next, the warmed oil…poured in a slow stream down her spine, my hands massaging it in deep, possessive strokes, thumbs pressing into every tense muscle until she melted against the restraints. 

When I reached her front, I drizzled more across her breasts, circling her nipples slowly until they peaked hard and sensitive.

I fastened the adjustable clamps gently…tight enough for that sweet bite, loose enough for pleasure over pain…attached by a delicate chain that I tugged lightly, drawing the most beautiful moan from her throat.

I knelt before her then, mouth worshipping every inch…kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, tasting her slowly, reverently, while my fingers teased and circled. 

I brought her to the edge once…twice…three times…pulling back each time she trembled on the brink, her pleas soft and breathless, hips straining against the cuffs. 

Only when she was shaking, utterly lost in sensation, did I introduce the wand…pressed firmly against her while I rose to claim her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing every cry as I finally let her fall over the edge. Her first release hit hard, body bowing against the cross, my name a broken prayer on her lips.

I didn’t stop. I eased the intensity, then built it again…adding chilled ice cubes now, trailing them over heated skin, around the clamps, between her legs, contrasting the warmth until she was gasping, oversensitive and desperate. 

When I removed the clamps, blood rushed back in a rush of pleasure-pain that I soothed immediately with my mouth, licking and sucking gently until she was writhing again.

Only then did I release her from the cross, catching her trembling body in my arms and carrying her to the padded bench. I positioned her on her knees, chest down, wrists re-cuffed to the anchors at the front, ankles secured wide. 

The new angle left her perfectly exposed, trusting me completely. I entered her slowly from behind…deep, deliberate strokes that filled her completely while I reached around to press the vibrator against her again. Every thrust was measured worship, hands gripping her hips, tracing her spine, telling her without words how perfect she was, how much I cherished every response.

I edged her again…slowing when she tightened around me, speeding up only to pull her back from the brink…until she was begging softly, voice breaking with need. When I finally let her come the second time, it was shattering…her body clenching around me so intensely it dragged me over with her, pleasure blinding and endless as I buried myself deep and spilled inside her.

A third time I built her…repositioning her on her back now, legs held wide by the spreader bar, hands still cuffed above. I used my mouth alone this time, slow and relentless, until she was sobbing with overstimulation and ecstasy, her final release leaving her limp and glowing.

I released every restraint carefully, massaging wrists and ankles, removing the blindfold last. Her eyes were soft, glassy, full of love and trust as she looked up at me. I wrapped her in the heated blanket, pulled her into my lap on the wide chaise, holding her close while aftershocks trembled through her.

“You’re my entire world,” I whispered, kissing her temple, her cheeks, her lips. “Every part of you. Always.”

She nestled closer, fingers tracing lazy hearts on my chest. “And you’re mine. Forever.”

“Again?” I teased, and she smiled.