Twisted Love

by JB Duvane

  There was no timidness. There was no question.

  Damon wanted to see me.

  And more than anything in the world, I wanted to see him too.

  I hurried to the mirror. I needed to try the dress on.

  The night of the Evinrude Ball finally came. I wasn’t sure if I would fit in. I was just a data entry clerk working a job that barely made ends meet.

  A girl that somehow met an old friend at their high school reunion, fell madly in love, found out he was ridiculously wealthy and dominating, then became his submissive.

  I felt lucky that Damon hadn’t given up on me after the way I left him.

  But I wasn’t even sure it was luck. It felt a lot more like fate, but I couldn’t let myself go there.

  That visit with Damon was life-changing. It messed my head up so much, I felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore.

  What did he have in store for me this time? And if I went there, would I be able to break away from him? Would I want to? The force he had over me was exhilarating, but scary at the same time.

  I shimmied my hips and puckered my lips at myself in the hotel mirror. I’d flown into town on tickets that were included in the box. Another note said that Victor would pick me up at eight o’clock sharp.

  I quickly slipped on the long, black dress that Damon had included with the invitation. I felt like I had been transformed into a princess.

  I swayed in the mirror, watching as it clung to me perfectly.

  All done up and ready for Master Damon.

  I leaned over and my breasts pressed against the soft fabric, accentuating my cleavage. I was sure Damon had thought of that when he picked the dress out.

  Why not? He’d obviously thought of everything.

  Now I just had to figure out how to let myself give into him. But I had a feeling I already had.

  Vic held the limo door open for me as I slowly climbed out, attempting to keep some semblance of a poker face. On the inside, I was in shock over what surrounded me. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though, given that the invitation came from Damon.

  The ball was hosted on a sprawling lawn that looked like it spanned acres, but the actual building was just as magnificent. Towers rose from the medieval-looking home, an ancient clock ticking away in its center, while gigantic, French windows spilled light out into a courtyard.

  Other limos parked around the circle, the drivers dropping off their hosts, who headed up the great stone steps to the open doors. Vic held his hand out, helping me get on my feet.

  “Master Damon will be waiting for you inside.”

  “Thank you so much, Vic. Have a good night,” I said.

  “Thank you. Have a wonderful time at the party.” Vic ducked back into the limo, but I barely even noticed. I was too in awe of what was in front of me.

  I had a glimpse of the life of luxury when I was with Damon, but walking to the mansion, I felt small and alienated again. This wasn’t my world, that was for sure. A crowd swarmed around me as I passed through the front doors and into the entryway, and I made my way through until I found an empty space on the sidelines.

  I felt much more comfortable here. I didn’t feel like I belonged in that crowd at all. Sure, I had on the gorgeous, floor-length gown and mask that Damon had sent me, so no one could see who I was, but I still felt so out of place.

  But when I thought about it, I realized it was just in my mind. I was the only one who knew who I was and the only one thinking I didn’t belong.

  Damon was right. I had to stop thinking of myself as less than anyone here.

  “Excuse me, miss.”

  I turned, realizing that someone was sitting near me at a table. He had a mask on, just like everyone else, as well as a black suit, and appeared to be waiting for my invitation.

  I opened my purse to fish out the white card when a familiar voice melted into me from behind.

  “She’s with me.”

  I felt Damon’s hands around my waist and his breath on my neck. The man nodded. “Right, Master Damon’s guest,” he said as he looked through his list. “You must be Amber Vaughn.”

  “I am.”

  “Welcome to the Evinrude Ball. I hope you enjoy your evening.”

  “Thank you very much,” I said. I took a deep breath, then turned around in Damon’s arms.

  He pulled me close to him, holding me tight. Within seconds, Damon parted my lips with his and our tongues met, his strong embrace still shocking, still deeply satisfying. Meeting him again only made me crave him more.

  “It’s so good to see you again, Amber. You look incredible.”

  “Thank you, you look incredible as well.” I was on edge and incredibly nervous about seeing Damon again. And after that kiss my brain was almost useless. I didn’t know what to say to him and I wished he would take us somewhere private.

  He looked so elegant in his suit, and had that mysterious, dark and brooding quality to him that was hard to disguise, even with a mask. Damon’s eyes pierced right into me as he stared deeply into mine.

  “I missed you,” he said, holding me firmly in his grasp.

  “I missed you too.”

  “Did you?” he asked, his voice sounding almost stern, but still incredibly sexy.

  “Yes, I did. Is there somewhere we can talk?”

  Damon turned and led me through a set of double doors, into a room that looked like a library.

  My hands were clenched up into fists and I could feel the sweat breaking out in my palms.

  I kept waffling back and forth between wanting to tell him how much he had come to mean to me in this short time, and not wanting to say a thing because I felt so silly.

  But I figured since he’d made this grand gesture of inviting me all the way across the country, it had to mean something.

  “Damon, I’m sorry I left your house so suddenly last week. I was … scared.”

  “Of what happened in the courtyard? Of the organization?”

  “No, that’s not what scared me. I have to admit that was all very strange and overwhelming, but when it was all over with, I realized that I actually liked it. A lot.”

  “What was it, then? I’ve gone over that weekend in my mind countless times and the only thing I could come up with was that I had upset you by telling you about my involvement. I’m so sorry if anything I said bothered you.”

  “No, Damon, it wasn’t you. It was me. I was afraid of my feelings for you. Of how the things you do to me make me feel.

  “When I listened to you talking about what you do … I don’t know … it was like this rush of feelings came out of nowhere. I suddenly couldn’t stand the thought of you knowing how deeply you had affected me.

  “I couldn’t even admit it to myself for days after I left. I just kept trying to keep busy … to keep you out of my mind. But I couldn’t. I still can’t.”

  The look on Damon’s face told me everything I’d been wondering. His eyes softened and a smile spread across his face.

  “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear you say that, Amber. I was so lost. You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt this way about, and I wanted to kick myself for exposing you to everything so fast … practically chasing you away.”

  “But you didn’t. I’m so glad I had those experiences with you. They made me feel so different. Something deep inside me changed, and it was all because of you. I think I was just having a hard time understanding it and dealing with it.”

  “That’s one of the reasons why it’s very important for a Dom and sub to be together after any kind of scene or experience. To help each other through the emotions that can be brought up. This sort of play can stir up lots of old issues and it helps to be with the person you love.”

  “Love?” I asked.

  “Yes. I love you, Amber. I’m not going to try and hide it. I know it’s fast but it’s how I feel. I want you with me from now on. It was hell watching you leave before, and I don’t want to experience that again. Not ever.”

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bsp; Damon lowered his lips to mine and I was immediately transported into that wonderful haze that his touch always put me in. “I love you too.”

  He turned and locked the library door, then came back to me, picking me up and carrying me to a leather couch. He set me down on my feet and sat down on the couch.

  “I’ve been going crazy wanting you,” Damon said, grabbing my wrists, then pulling me down on my knees so that I was on the floor between his legs.

  “Lower your dress,” he said, his eyes moving back and forth between my eyes and my cleavage.

  I did as Damon commanded, unzipping the dress and pulling the straps off of each shoulder. While I did, he unzipped his pants and revealed his enormous erection. I’d never had it in front of my face like this and I was in shock. I knew he was going to ask me to put it in my mouth, but I didn’t see how that was going to be possible.

  When the top of my dress dropped and my breasts spilled out, he reached down and scooped them up with both hands, then pressed them into either side of his massive cock.

  I watched as the soft flesh of my breasts slid up and down the length of his shaft, then opened my mouth so that the head went right in. I heard a deep growl escape from Damon’s throat and that propelled me forward.

  I wanted to please him. I wanted to be everything he needed. Because I knew that he was everything I’d been wanting and needing all my life.

  Damon ran his hand around the back of my neck, brushing my hair to one side of my head.

  “Your mouth feels incredible. Show me how much you want my cock, and how far you’re willing to take me down.”

  I looked up into his eyes and lowered my mouth past the hard ridge of his cock head, then an inch down his shaft.

  “Please, Sir,” I whimpered. “I want to, but I don’t know how much further I can go.”

  Damon grabbed the sides of my head and smiled. “Just relax, kitten. Stick your tongue out and I’ll guide you.”

  I did as he told me. I stuck my tongue out so that it flattened inside my mouth and I felt Damon push my head down. The thick head of his cock slid further and further back until it was right at the edge of my throat. I was so afraid I would gag, but I didn’t.

  When I felt my head move up, I took a deep breath. Then, as it moved back down, I felt Damon’s cock head push its way down my throat. He groaned, as he moved my head up and down his cock, pushing further into me each time. My eyes were watering and my face was covered in my own saliva, but I didn’t gag. I looked up at his eyes and watched his face as I deep throated him.

  I reached down and grasped his balls with one hand and gently massaged them. I was thrilled when I heard him groan.

  “Oh fuck, yes. Just like that.”

  His hands had fallen away and I was moving up and down his cock on my own. I used one hand on the lower shaft while my mouth worked the head, and continued to fondle his balls with the other hand.

  His hips started bucking, pushing his cock up into me while he gripped the edge of the couch. I took him in deeply down my throat and didn’t gag once.

  When I felt his warm come shoot to the back of my throat, I swallowed him down further, continuing to pump up and down with my hand.

  His head was on the back of the couch and his eyes were closed, and when I could feel that he was completely spent, I sat up and waited for him to open his eyes.

  “That was incredible.” Damon’s eyes were still closed, but his hand reached up and pushed through my hair. I was so proud that I had left Damon in the same state he’d left me in when I was at his house. I knew how amazing it felt to be so satisfied and I wanted that for him.

  When his eyes opened, Damon reached down and grabbed my wrists, then stood up and pulled me to my feet, my dress falling to the floor.

  “It’s your turn now,” he said with a grin.

  He turned me around and pushed me across the room until I was against a table, then down so that I was lying flat on my stomach. My bare breasts brushed against the cool table and my pussy throbbed while I waited for my Master.

  I needed him. I needed the release only he could give me.

  “Spread your legs. I want to taste you.”

  He slapped my ass and I spread them. Damon slipped my black panties over my ass, then ripped them right off.

  “You’re wet. You naughty girl,” Damon said, running his fingers over my wet pussy lips.

  I moaned, loving the way he touched me. I could feel him leaning close, and when he spread my lips with his fingers, his entire mouth engulfed my clit. I cried out and squirmed as he licked and sucked every inch of me.

  He licked from the bottom of my clit all the way up to my asshole, and as he did, I let out a loud groan.

  “Yes, oh God, yes.”

  Damon’s tongue circled my clit while he buried two of his fingers inside me. I screamed out, then clenched my muscles tight around his fingers. He worked me inside and out, making me squirm in ecstasy as the table shook.

  I felt his face buried in between my legs, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. His fingers continued to move in and out, bringing me closer to the brink of an orgasm.

  “Yes, please make me come,” I cried.

  I felt Damon pull his fingers out of my pussy and immediately plunge them into my waiting asshole. The sensation pushed me over the edge and my pussy started to quiver. Damon’s face was pressed into me while I came, shaking and convulsing and writhing myself into him.

  As soon as I eased up a bit, he wasted no time at all before he stood and rammed his hard cock into my pussy. He reached up and pulled both of my wrists back so that my head was arched off the table. I screamed his name out loud while he plowed into me repeatedly.

  I thought my orgasm had ended but that was only the beginning. As soon as he entered me, I couldn’t stop shaking. It was an intense orgasm that wouldn’t let me go.

  Damon pressed my wrists into my back as he went deeper. He drove his cock against my walls until they stretched to accommodate all of him. Eventually he hit me at my deepest with that massive cock.

  Just as his thrusts reached a fever pitch, he let go of my wrists and slapped my ass, spanking me as he rode me. The pleasure mounted and I knew I was going to come again. But it felt different this time. Like something was building up inside me that I’d never felt before.

  He reached up and pulled me by my hair, causing my back to arch even more, and allowing him to drive his cock inside me even deeper. I felt like a doll underneath him. A toy for him to use.

  I could feel something building inside me and Damon could feel it too. “Let it go, Amber. Let it all go for me,” he said in my ear as I screamed in ecstasy.

  In that moment, I relaxed and let everything go and I felt an enormous warm gush of fluid escape from between my legs. A deep moan came from inside me and I shook from my toes to my fingertips. Damon grabbed my hips hard and thrust into me deeply as his cock and legs were covered in my flowing juices.

  The room disappeared around me, and I could only feel Damon. He was deep inside me, his quivering cock shooting another load.

  I was in ecstasy as my Master’s seed filled me and I fell limp underneath him.

  Damon

  Chapter 15

  I moved Amber to the couch and let her rest. It was one of the most satisfying experiences in my life to watch her peaceful face rest after I’d made her come. I tried not to wake her, but I wanted to put something around her neck, so I brushed her hair back and slipped the black leather behind her.

  Amber’s eyelids fluttered, then those big blue eyes were looking up at me.

  “Hey,” she said with a big smile. “I passed out again. You seem to have that effect on me.”

  “I have something for you,” Damon said, his face close to mine. “It’s a collar for you to wear around your neck.”

  Amber reached up and felt the thin, black piece of leather that was now secured in place. “All the time?”

  “Yes. It’s an important gift from a Dom to a submissiv
e. Some give it in exchange for a wedding ring. I would say it’s just as binding, wouldn’t you?”

  Amber didn’t say a word. She just looked up at me while she ran her fingers over the collar. “I’d like to see it.”

  I looked around the room and saw a glass case that reflected the books in the room. That would have to do. I walked Amber over to the case and she studied her reflection. “It’s beautiful. When you said collar, I imagined something with rivets and spikes.”

  I laughed out loud. “Those kinds of collars have their place, and some subs wear them. But I wanted something more refined for you.”

  “It almost looks like a necklace, it’s so thin.”

  “You’re taking the collar quite well. I was hoping that would be the case. To be honest, I find nothing hotter than a naked woman at the end of my leash.” With that I snapped a long gold chain to the ring in the collar.

  Amber turned around and put her arms around my neck. “I love it. I’d love anything you gave me, but this … I know how special it is. And I accept it the way you intended it.”

  “In lieu of a ring?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.

  “Yes.”

  “Then we’ll be together … forever.”

  “Yes, Damon. Forever.” Amber’s eyes filled with tears and I caught one as it rolled down her cheek. I kissed her gently, wrapping myself around her body, knowing that it was my responsibility to keep her safe and near me forever.

  “The party is still going strong out there,” I said, my forehead resting on hers. “Let’s go, I want to show you off.”

  I took Amber back to the couch and helped her get dressed. But instead of the black gown, I pulled some lingerie out of my jacket pocket. I told Amber to turn around and wrapped a black lace corset around her, lacing it up in the back. Then I turned her around again and had her step into a pair of matching sheer panties.

  “You look amazing,” I said, tugging on the leash. I turned and strode quickly to the door and Amber followed me, I’m sure realizing that she would need to walk behind me very closely.