The second the words left her lips—
"…I want master to pin me harder."
—it hit him.
A rush.
Like fire detonating through his veins, searing straight from spine to cock in a single breathless surge. The blood slammed down low, violent and demanding, his entire body reacting before his mind could even catch up.
'Oh fuck—'
His jaw clenched. His vision blurred. Every ounce of restraint he'd honed across these past weeks cracked like cheap glass beneath a boot.
"It really paid off," Damien growled—half-laugh, half-snarl, voice dark with disbelief and pleasure and something savage. "All those nights. All those hours. My precious little maid finally learned how to beg."
In an instant, he moved.
SNAP.
He grabbed both of her wrists and slammed them above her head, pinning them to the mat with one hand—forceful, inescapable. Her wrists fit too easily under his grip, like they were made for this.
Her breath caught. Her body jerked beneath him.
Too late.
She was his now.
