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"You are crossing a very dangerous territory, Natalia. I suggest you better stop, before I take things in my hand." He growled in a low voice, so that, only I can hear him.
"Oh really? And what if I don't?" I said in a teasin...
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It was Monday today. Back to work, I was standing at the counter with my friend and co worker, Mallory. The day was going pretty busy. We were having lots of customers.
While I was occupied by the work, I often found myself lost in thoughts of Damon.
We spent the whole saturday night at Red satin. I was too tired to return home. He had exhausted me to the fullest. When I woke up next morning, I found myself cuddled in his arms. His arms were wrapped around me protectively and my hands were on his chest possessively.
Though, it gave me comfort, but it also disturbed my thoughts. I have been to the club many times, with my previous partners. But, I never stayed the night. No matter how exhausted I was. I always found the strength to return back home.
And cuddles? Not my thing.
Aftercare is an important thing in bdsm. All of my previous doms made sure to provide aftercare to me, when we were done with our scene. But it was more like a formality and I used to wait for it to end, as things mostly turned awkward during aftercare.
Have I been with wrong people?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But with Damon, it felt intimate. I felt cared for. The way he bathed me, cleaned me up, the way he tended to my sore body so gently, it all felt surreal. The way his arms were around me the whole night.
I know it was just a part of his duty as dom, but for me, it felt different. I felt my heart flutter in my chest when he opened his eyes the next morning and smiled at me. I found him alluring and adoring.
It scared me. I have always been careful, to keep all of my relationships just to the bedroom. I never allowed any of my doms to grow under my skin. But with Damon, I felt different.
I wanted to protect my heart from any kind of trouble, that Damon could become in near future. So, I did the most illogical thing.
I dashed out of the bed, collected my clothes, dressed up and bailed from there without a single word. He called my name again and again, asking if something was wrong, but my stupid self avoided him.
