The Church was a hedonistic paradise with a mesmerizing burlesque show and dancers whose every move hypnotized their audience. The club had the extravagance of a modern-day harem, draped in elegant décor and permeated with sweet perfume. A statuesque blonde flashed Damian a knowing smile as she glided past, serving drinks to the eager guests. 

Chloe felt overdressed in her long winter coat amidst the scantily clad women. Damian, however, appeared at ease—well-acquainted with the frivolity. Flirtatious glances met them as they stepped into a lavish room that recalled a bygone decadent era. Silk curtains and plush seating filled the space, a testament to unabashed luxury.

"Hey, Dami, long time no see!" cooed an attractive woman with jet-black hair and striking blue eyes adorned in nipple tassels and a minuscule, glittering thong. Her breasts bounced as she embraced Damian, planting a kiss on his cheek.

He returned a faint smile, gently pushing her away. "Good to see you too, Valentina."

"Dami?" Chloe whispered, her eyebrow arched.

He whispered back, "I just play along."

Chloe giggled, her tension easing as she embraced the club's sultry atmosphere.

A willowy brunette approached them, leaning close to Damian. "And who is this? A new pet?"

"This is Chloe," he introduced, his arm securing around his girlfriend's waist.

"I'm Ivy, and you're really pretty," said the brunette, taking Chloe's hand. "Dami, can I have her?"

Damian shook his head, gently pulling Chloe away. "Chloe's mine. She's very special to me."

Flattered yet uneasy with the women's familiarity with Damian, Chloe blushed. She tightened her grip on his hand when he led her to a private room.

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The room resembled a plush dungeon aglow with flickering candles, casting playful shadows on the walls. Velvet drapes and an X-cross with leather cuffs adorned one wall, while a spanking bench and a suspension rig were on the other side.

A shelf displayed an array of floggers, paddles, crops, and ropes, each gleaming under the soft lighting, hinting at both pleasure and pain. The mix of leather and jasmine-scented incense wafted in the air. A king-sized bed, draped in black silk sheets and scattered with rose petals, beckoned a night of passion.

Chloe's heart raced as Damian removed her coat. They exchanged feverish kisses, hurriedly shedding their clothes. Her fingers snagged a button on his shirt, popping it off.

"Oops, I'm sorry." Her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Don't worry about it." He leaned in, pressing a longing kiss against her lips. "I love that you can't wait to see me undressed."

Now naked, Damian stood before her—a perfect sculpture of desire. His erection stood proud, accentuating his muscular physique. He surveyed Chloe's voluptuous form, evoking the image of Venus emerging from the sea.

Chloe's collar was snug around her neck, sparkling under the room's soft lighting. Damian attached the leash to her collar. The soft click echoed in the room, causing her pulse to quicken. She met his eager gaze, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation.

"You look exquisite," he said, his voice a husky whisper. His fingers traced the collar, then along Chloe's neck and shoulders. The touch sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling under his control.

"You're beautiful too," she murmured, stepping closer at his tug on the leash.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I feel like I belong, even though this is new to me."

"That's great to hear. Do you know the traffic light safe words?"

"Um, not really."

"Okay, here's how it works. I check to see how you're doing. You say a traffic light color to tell me how you feel. Green means you're good. Yellow tells me to slow down, and red means stop—you've reached your limit. All set?"

Chloe nodded, her cheeks warmed by his care. "I want to do this."

"Kneel, then," Damian instructed, his pupils dark with desire.

Chloe obeyed, sinking to her knees and looking up at him. Damian explored her with a practiced hand that left her gasping with pleasure.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, tightening his grip on the leash.

"I want you to take control."

"I'm going to spank you, like that night in the library. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she confessed. The thought of Damian disciplining her again excited her. She craved to be his and adored the attention he gave her. She yearned for a deeper, darker love.

And love him, she did.

Damian unfastened the leash, stepping back as Chloe whimpered at the loss of contact. The cool air kissed her bare skin, amplifying her sense of loss. A wicked grin curled at the corner of his mouth when he leaned closer. "Beg for it, baby girl."

"Spank me, Daddy," Chloe pleaded.

"You are my little brat, aren't you? You forgot to say 'please.'" Damian's steely stare frightened and thrilled her simultaneously.

"Please?" She bit her lower lip, twirling a lock of her hair.

Damian picked up a black leather paddle, its handle adorned with pink silk and the words "Daddy's Brat" etched into it. He positioned Chloe across his lap. "Are you ready?"

"Punish me, please," she begged, her voice ripe with anticipation.

He rubbed her bare bottom gently before administering a firm spank with the paddle, mixing pleasure with a sharp sting. "I'm going to break you and fix you again," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Because you are mine."

"I want more," she responded as each hit delivered a blend of pain and delight on her skin.

"You've been very bad. Do you know what happens to bad girls?" he teased, his hands roughly massaging her reddening butt cheeks.

"What happens to naughty girls?" Chloe purred.

"They get disciplined." He placed two fingers at her entrance, teasing her, then pushed in, fingering her between spankings with the paddle. Chloe's cries of pleasure filled the room, stirring Damian's manhood until he noticed she winced.

"Check," he interjected. Was she close to her limit?

"Yellow," Chloe panted, her body trembling with tension and thrill.

Damian slowed his pace, his strokes becoming more measured. Yet, he noticed she grimaced even more as he continued. He stopped, his eyes fraught with concern.

"Check. Are you okay?"  he asked, soothing her with a kiss on her forehead.

"Red. I'm sorry, I'm just—"

"No need to explain," he reassured, settling beside her on the bed.

"I want to feel you," she said, pulling him into her, skin on skin.

Damian positioned himself on top of her, resting firmly on her warmth. "Are you comfortable?"

She nodded, guiding his hands between her legs. "Touch me."

"How far do you want us to go?" His fingers toyed with her sensitive clit, which tingled from his possessive touch.

"All the way," she pleaded, her hips bucking against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.

Damian pressed hard, his erection prodding her entrance as their lips crushed into a ravenous kiss. He withdrew his mouth to admire her creamy breasts and gave each nipple a hard suck.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his tone laced with desire.

"I'm ready," she affirmed, her hands massaging his buttocks.

Damian plunged into Chloe, thick and hard, stretching her. She gasped at the initial shock, slowly giving way to heavenly pleasure.

"Are you all right?" His voice was husky with restraint.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes shining with desire. "Keep going."

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long," he growled, moving deeper.

His hands glided over her smooth skin, drawing soft moans from her lips with each powerful thrust. Their rhythm was a sensual dance growing more frenzied as his strong arms held her, their bodies rocking swiftly.

"Oh, Damian! You feel incredible," Chloe exclaimed while waves of euphoria surged.

His tongue forced into her soft, yielding mouth when they gripped each other, wrapped in erotic intimacy. Her nails dug into his back, her breaths quickening in urgent need. Their moans and grunts, interlaced with whispered affirmations, spiced the air as their vigor peaked.

"I'm coming!" Chloe cried out, her body arching against his. Damian had hit the spot, sending her over the edge like lightning.

"Fuuuuck!" he shouted, reaching his climax. His breathing was ragged when he clung to her, their bodies tensing and shuddering in unison.

They lay intertwined in the aftermath, breathless and tangled in each other's sweat-laced bodies amid the cool air. Chloe admired how the sharp edges of Damian's cheekbones defined his beautiful face. She marveled at his skillful lovemaking, wondering if his past adventures honed his prowess.

"Next time, I want to tie you up on the X-cross and whip your lovely skin," he murmured, running his fingers through her messy, dark hair. "It's also called Saint Andrew's cross."

"Damian, who taught you all this?" she inquired, her eyes flicking toward the imposing cross.

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A/N: I wrote this chapter to thank all you steamy romance readers who like to turn the heat up!