Laurel

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Breaking their kiss, Damon asked Laurel what she needed now. Whatever she needed he was willing to give her.

"The cane? Please" she was panting into him, straining against the restraints.

"As you will Laurel" He again bit back a sigh that was close to falling from his lips. He was a demon yes, but causing pain was never something he enjoyed, he knew the cane would sting her flesh, leave burning red welts where it touched. It could even cut the skin if he was brutal. But she said she said she needed this, and he was at least skilled enough to give her what she requested without causing her real harm. "I'm going to apply 2-3 lashes at a time, only places that clothes will hide, and I will ask what color after each round. I will not go more than a dozen lashings I don't want to leave you too sore. Say green if you agree"

"Green" her voice barely a whisper as her intrusive thoughts started to claw their way back to the front of her mind from the momentary lack of physical stimulation to distract her.

The cane cut through the air as he arced it gracefully down to make contact with her thigh, she jumped and hissed at the contact. The sting of the cane on her flesh, caused her body to tingle as the sharp pain dulled to an ache. Again the cane came down, this time on the opposite thigh, she was expecting this one, and didn't react as strongly. A third switch hit her right breast, making the clamps sound the tiny hanging charms ring like fairy bells.

"Color Laurel?" He asked, his voice, deep and husky, he could smell her growing arousal as it perfumed the air, clear fluids beginning to drip from her cunt.

"Green. I need more" She could feel herself getting closer to the release she desperately needed to clear her mind. The melted wax feeling she now knew was her magic was flowing over her body, causing every nerve to burn with need for stimulation. She felt like her body was a hummingbird trapped in a small cage, burning for release.

Again the cane arced through the air, cutting through it before a swat landed on her hip, barely a moment had passed before a matching one landed on her other hip. Her body jerked in the restraint and she gasped out loud. "Green, don't stop" before he could even ask.

This time he wasn't able to hold back his sigh, he swung his arm again, landing on her other breast this time, her body now had matching lashes on both breasts, thighs, and hips. Her breathing was getting more ragged now. He raised his arm and swung the cane in a smooth arc again, landing on her belly just above her perfect navel, and she cried out on contact. Tears ran from under the mask down her cheeks as she shook.

"Color Laurel?"

"Yellow" she took a breath "Just a little more..." her voice trailed off, she wasn't even sure what this was building to anymore.

He swung the cane landing on her outer thigh on the right side, before swiftly applying a matching one to her left thigh and he felt something shift in the room. Laurel had gone still, she seemed to be barely breathing. He was glad his supernatural hearing reassured him that she was breathing and her heart was beating. He was worried he had hurt her though. He had tried to hold himself back, to be gentle while she asked him for rough.

After a few unbearable moments of silence, he broke the spell and asked "Laurel? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

Her body relaxed as he spoke, he saw the tension drain from her, as one last tear escaped from under the blindfold,"I'm fine. Sorry, I was able to let go," She took a deep breath and smiled "I feel so much better. Thank you Damon. Now could you unbind me? I want to touch you...I'm not done with you yet." Her body was relaxed again, and he was so glad to see her lips twisting upwards into a small smile.