Chapter 53 - FIFTY THREE

Chapter 53: Chapter FIFTY THREE

ANGEL

Both women turned to look at me, their eyes wide with surprise. Camilla still had Damien’s cock in her hand and Maria’s lips were wet and swollen.

But my eyes were focused on Damien’s. Those sharp grey eyes that saw everything. That knew everything.

I would deal with his punishment later. I would welcome it. Even if it meant the red room again.

But he could only be mine.

Without warning, I grabbed Camilla’s hair and yanked her backwards, away from Damien’s cock. She fell onto her ass with a shocked cry, her hands flying up to her scalp.

"What the fuck!" she screamed.

Maria staggered to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. "Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Get away from him," I snarled, stepping between them and Damien. "He’s mine."

Camilla scrambled to her feet, her face twisted with rage. "Yours? You stupid little bitch. You’re nothing here."

"I’m more than you’ll ever be."

"You’re delusional," Maria spat, moving closer. "Master belongs to all of us. You’re just the newest toy he’s breaking in."

The word "toy" made something snap inside me. "I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll kill both of you if you touch him again."

Camilla laughed, but there was venom in it. "You’re insane. Master, are you hearing this? She’s threatening us."

"I’m not threatening. I’m promising." I took a step toward them and they both stepped back, looking more shocked than ever now. "He’s my Daddy. Not yours. Mine."

"Who do you think you are, bitch?!" Camilla shrieked. "I’ve been with Master before you even existed! He’s more mine than yours!"

She lunged at me, her hands reaching for my throat, but before she could make contact, Damien’s voice cut through the room like a whip.

"Camilla."

Just one word. Just her name.

But it stopped her cold.

Everyone froze.

The room was silent except for our heavy breathing.

"Leave," Damien said simply, his voice calm but carrying an edge of steel. "Both of you."

"But Master—" Maria started.

"Now."

They left, but not before shooting me looks that promised this wasn’t over. Camilla’s eyes were full of injustice and fury, like I’d stolen something that belonged to her. Maria’s expression was red like a burning coal, already planning revenge.

Let them try. I’d bury them both. Damien was the only one who could hurt me, for the rest, I’d do anything to get rid of them. I’d earned this spot.

I’d earned all of him with blood and tears and nights in the red room and every piece of myself I’d fed to the machine of his attention.

I watched them go with satisfaction pumping through my chest with each heartbeat, the thrill was ecstatic and intoxicating.

I’d won. He’d chosen me over them. He’d just sent them away for me.

But I didn’t get another second to savour my victory.

Damien grasped my neck roughly and slammed me backwards against his desk, pinning me down with his body weight. The edge of the desk dug into my lower back and I gasped. Pain flooded my spine.

He looked at me like a wolf about to consume a rabbit, like I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life and he was deciding how to make me pay for it. But there was something else there too, buried beneath the fury — something that almost looked like satisfaction, like I’d done exactly what he’d wanted me to do. Like all of this — the other girls, the open door, the timing — had been a test. And I’d passed by going feral.

"You haven’t even earned yourself a collar," he growled, his fingers tightening around my throat. "How dare you act spoiled and assault my other slaves?"

The words were harsh but his thumb stroked once across my pulse point, almost unconsciously, before his grip tightened again.

My gaze lowered submissively, only for me to notice something that made immense joy surge through me.

His cock.

It was still out, still exposed from when Camilla and Maria had been servicing him.

And it was soft. Half-hard at best.

They’d been sucking him, working him with their mouths and hands, doing everything they knew he liked, and he hadn’t been able to get fully erect.

But now, with me pinned beneath him, with his hand around my throat cutting off my air, with fury burning in his eyes, I watched his cock start to swell. Growing. Hardening. Thickening.

For me. Only for me.

They couldn’t get him up but I could just by existing. Just by making him angry. That knowledge was the most dangerous drug I’d ever tasted — more potent than anything I’ve ever known, more addictive than the relief I felt when he chose softness over the whip. His body wanted mine the way mine had learned to want his, and the symmetry of that sickness made me feel powerful for the first time since he’d taken me.

"I don’t like it when Daddy’s cock gets sucked by others," I said, my voice strained from the pressure on my throat but defiant. "I want you for myself alone. Only me. No one else."

I watched his eyes darken with something dangerous and possessive and hungry. The corner of his mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but something close to approval before it vanished behind the anger again. Damien’s grip eased and I kicked off my shoes, letting them fall to the floor with soft thuds. I scooted up his desk, setting space between us, but it was only so I could bring up my bare feet.

I pressed them against Damien’s thigh muscles. Higher.

And higher.

Sliding it slowly up his inner thigh.

My toes found his cock, now fully erect and leaking, and I pressed my toes against the underside of his shaft. The skin there was hot, almost burning against my foot, and I could feel every throb, every pulse of blood rushing through him.

Precum smeared across my foot, warm and slick, and I pressed harder, dragging my foot up his length slowly, feeling every ridge and vein beneath my skin.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Damien’s voice was low, dangerous, but he didn’t stop me. He kept studying me with bright grey eyes, and something in them gleamed — interest, hunger, maybe even pride.

"Showing you I’m better than them," I whispered, moving my foot down to the base of his cock, then back up to the tip. "Showing you that you’re mine, Daddy."

I curled my toes around the head of his cock, applying gentle pressure, feeling more precum leak out and coat my toes. The sensation was intimate in a way I hadn’t expected — feeling him respond to my touch, feeling him harden even more beneath my foot.

"They couldn’t even get you hard," I said, my voice gaining confidence as I watched his expression. "But look at you now. So hard for me. Only for me."

I pressed the ball of my foot against the head of his cock and rotated slowly, spreading his precum around, making my foot slick and wet. Then I slid my foot down his shaft again, using the wetness as lubrication.

"Fuck," Damien breathed, his eyes blazed with need that fueled me on and sent arousal pooling in my lower belly.

I brought my other foot up and trapped his cock between both soles, squeezing gently, creating pressure on both sides. Then I started moving my feet in opposite directions, stroking him, one foot moving up while the other moved down.

The friction was different from using hands — less precise but somehow more teasing. I could feel every twitch of his cock, every time it throbbed between my feet, every new bead of precum that leaked out.

"I don’t want to share you, Daddy," I said, continuing the rhythm, watching his face for any sign of pleasure. "We can return to the cabin. Just you and me. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll be perfect."

I increased the pressure, squeezing his cock tighter between my feet, moving faster. My arches pressed against his shaft, my toes curled around the head, my heels positioned at the base.

His cock was so hard now it felt like steel between my feet, hot and pulsing and leaking steadily. The precum was running down onto my ankles, making everything slippery.

"You like this, don’t you Daddy?" I whispered, my voice teasing. "Like having your little girl’s feet on your cock. Making you feel good like this."

I rotated my feet in opposite directions, creating a twisting sensation, and felt his whole body tense.

"You’ve learned a lot," Damien said, his voice almost impressed. His hand came down to rest on my ankle. "Even though we still have a few days left in your training."

The words made my feet stop moving.

Everything inside me went cold.

A few days left.

Then what? He’d send me away? Give me to someone else?

The thought ripped through me like a blistering wound.

No.

I couldn’t go back to having no one.

I wouldn’t survive being thrown away again. Not after this, when I’d finally found someone who wanted me.

Vincenzo had discarded me like trash. Had told Damien to break me.

And Damien had. He’d shattered every piece of who I used to be.

But he’d also put me back together into something new. Something that belonged to him. And I needed him to breathe.

If he sent me away now, there would be nothing left.

No one left.

"No," I whispered, tears immediately flooding my eyes and blurring my vision. "Please Daddy, keep me. I’ll do anything. I’ll be anything you want."