Letting Go Pt. 2

Damian's hands roam over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours once more.

With a gentle touch, he slides your panties to the side, just enough to expose the delicate skin of your genitals. You feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you realize what's about to happen.

"You like teasing me, don’t you?" His voice is low, rough with restraint, as his fingers tighten against your waist.

You swallow, pulse pounding. "Maybe."

His smirk is dangerous, the kind that makes your stomach twist. "Then you’ll take what you’re given."

But before you can process it, Damian's cock is pressed against your opening, his body poised above yours. He takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours, and then slowly begins to slide into you.

You feel a wave of sensations wash over you as he breaches your barrier, his cock gliding through the tight muscles that guard your entrance. It's like nothing you've ever experienced before - it's like being torn apart and put back together again in an instant.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as your body tenses around him. "Damian—"

"Shh." His forehead presses against yours, voice strained, his breath uneven as he stills for a moment.

You try to respond, but another soft moan escapes instead, your legs trembling in his grasp. He takes the sound as encouragement, pushing deeper, agonizingly slow, stretching you in a way that makes your head spin.

The first few inches are agonizingly slow, each one feeling like a delicate dance on the edge of pain and pleasure. But as Damian continues to push deeper, the tension builds until it becomes almost unbearable.

You feel like you're melting into him, your body conforming to his every curve and contour. His cock is long and hard, its ridges and bumps scraping against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine.

As he reaches a depth that makes you gasp in surprise, Damian slows down, taking a moment to savor the sensation of being inside you. You feel like you're floating on air, your body weightless without him.

You shudder beneath him, breathless. "You're… too—" The words dissolve into a choked whimper as he sinks in another inch.

Damian groans, his jaw clenched. "You can take it." His fingers dig into your thighs, steadying you, forcing your body to adjust to him.

You shake your head, gasping. "I don’t… know if—"

His hips roll forward, and with a single, fluid motion, he seats himself fully inside you. The sudden fullness knocks the air from your lungs, a shocked moan breaking free from your lips. Your walls clench around him involuntarily, and Damian curses under his breath.

"Fuck." His head drops against your shoulder, the tension in his body vibrating against yours.

But then, with a gentle thrust, he begins to move again, his cock gliding in and out of you with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The motion is hypnotic, drawing you deeper into a world of sensations that's both painful and pleasurable.

His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot. "God, you’re tight."

A breathless, half-laugh escapes you, despite the overwhelming sensation. "Whose fault is that?"

Damian chuckles darkly, the sound reverberating against your skin. "You’re lucky I like a challenge." His fingers trail down to your hips, gripping them as he draws back, just enough to leave you aching with emptiness—before pushing in again with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Your back arches instinctively, pleasure sparking through you, your hands flying to his shoulders. "Just… don’t stop."

He bites down lightly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sending a shudder through you. "I wasn’t planning to."

You feel like you're being torn apart and put back together again, your body screaming in protest as it tries to adjust to the new sensation. But at the same time, you can't deny the thrill of discovery - this is what sex feels like, and it's more than you ever could have imagined.

Damian's hands are on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer to him. You feel like you're being consumed by him, your body merging with his in a way that's both intimate and terrifying.

"Damian—" Your voice is breaking, breathless and trembling, pleasure threatening to snap over you.

You don’t even realize you’re moaning his name until he growls against your skin.

"Say it again."

Your fingers tighten in his hair as he quickens his pace, his thrusts growing deeper, more urgent. "Damian—!"

"Just like that," he murmurs, breath ragged. "Let me hear you."

Your body betrays you, pleasure mounting too fast, too intense. You shake your head, chest rising and falling in sharp gasps. "I— I can’t—"

His hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up until his lips hover just above yours. "Yes, you can."

And damn it, you know he’s right.

The sensations build until they become almost overwhelming - the pressure of his cock against your walls, the scrape of his ridges on your sensitive skin, the sound of his ragged breathing as he pushes deeper into you.

Damian's hands tighten around your hips as he picks up the pace, his cock thrusting into you with a regular rhythm. You feel your body melting beneath him, your muscles going soft as every inch of his body controls you. His thrusts grow deeper and more commanding, and you can't escape the delicious way his cock fills you, the sensation taking over everything. You feel your body aching for more, for him to never stop.

"Fucking perfect," Damian growls in your ear, his voice rough, like gravel rubbing against skin. His thrusts grow faster, harder, pushing deeper into you with each movement. “I want you to feel every inch of me, baby. Can you do that?”

You gasp, your head spinning from the overwhelming sensation, and the humiliation builds deep inside you—this _need _to surrender, but at the same time, it feels too good to resist. “Y-yes,” you whisper, your voice barely a sound as his pace quickens, the thrusts relentless.

"Good girl," he hums, his voice dripping with a mixture of satisfaction and arrogance. "You’re so fucking tight, just like that.”

He leans down, his lips brushing the side of your neck as he continues to pound into you, slow but with a deep, possessive rhythm that makes you moan, your body responding even though your mind tries to fight it. He presses his weight down, trapping you beneath him, his chest brushing against yours, and he grips your thighs, forcing them higher.

You whimper at the sensation of being completely pinned beneath him, your legs spread wide, his cock plunging into you with every hard stroke. Each thrust makes you feel stretched and full, the feeling of him inside you almost overwhelming. His grip on your thighs tightens, holding you in place as he continues to dominate you.

"Don't move," he commands, his voice dark and demanding. "You stay exactly where I want you."

You try to hold still, but the pleasure radiates through your entire body, causing your hips to jerk instinctively to meet his. “Damian…” You can't even form a complete sentence, your voice shaky, breathless from the pressure building inside you.

“Shh,” he interrupts, his breath hot against your ear. "Just take it. You want this, don’t you? You like being fucked like this."

You can’t argue, can’t deny how fucking good it feels. Your body betrays you again, your breath quickening as you nod. “Yes... I need it,” you whisper, voice filled with shame, yet laced with **** need. You can’t stop yourself from wanting more of him, feeling more of him deep inside you.

Damian chuckles darkly, clearly pleased with your response. He speeds up, his hips snapping against yours, each thrust now hitting deeper and faster. The sensation of him inside you grows so intense, you almost can’t stand it—so full, so perfect, it’s like your body was made for him.

Your chest heaves as he fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, makes your legs tremble. You’re becoming a mess beneath him, your body responding to his every command.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he grunts, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so good around me."

Your body is on fire, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning. "Oh god," you whimper, the words slipping from your lips uncontrollably as your head falls back against the bed. His words make your heart race. He’s taking you apart, bit by bit, piece by piece, and you don’t want it to stop.

Damian leans in closer, his lips grazing against yours. "You like that, don’t you?" His voice is like silk and steel, his hands now pinning your wrists above your head as he drives into you harder. "You like being my good little girl, don’t you?"

You moan in response, nodding, unable to keep the words inside. "Yes," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper. “I like it.”

"That's what I thought," Damian smirks, his gaze hardening as he watches you squirm beneath him. He keeps the pace steady, hard, relentless. "You’re so fucking responsive, just like a good girl should be."

The pleasure is building inside you, an aching, unbearable pressure as you feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the sounds building in your chest.

But it’s too much.

Damian’s thrusts don’t slow down, they get faster, each movement hitting you harder, deeper. Your body betrays you as your hips begin to move against his, trying to keep up with the rhythm. The heat between your legs is almost unbearable now, the feeling of his cock filling you over and over, your mind clouded with nothing but need.

“Say it again,” Damian demands, his voice rough and dark. “Who do you belong to?”

You want to resist, but the pleasure is overwhelming. The feeling of him inside you, of his dominance pressing down on you, forces the words from your lips, and you hate how badly you crave to please him.

“I’m yours,” you breathe, the words spilling out almost involuntarily. You can’t stop yourself, the need to submit overwhelming you completely.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, his lips curling into a predatory grin. "You belong to me."

His thrusts pick up again, deep and unrelenting. You’re losing yourself to the rhythm of his body, to the way he controls every inch of you. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your back arching as he fucks you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

“I’m not stopping, you hear me?” Damian hisses, his teeth grazing your ear. “You’re going to take it all. Every fucking inch.”

Your head spins, your body trembling with need, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, but Damian’s not done with you yet. He slows just enough to keep you hanging on, to keep you begging for more.

You were delirious in this pleasure. You didn't want it to end.