Damon laughed. “I guess it worked.”
“That's a dangerous word master.” She whispered quietly with a smile on her face.
“Isn't it my little fl–?”
Celyse had gasped and clutched the seat ready to hold on for another orgasm but then pouted. “That was mean.”
Damon chuckled. “Come on. We are here.” He helped her fix her dress and gently played her hair back into position with his fingers before helping her out of the car.
***
“Oh God!” Celyse's reaction to the surprise was better than he had hoped for.
“Do you like it?”
“I...” She couldn't form a sentence. There standing in front of them was a building with her name on the front. He had given her a photography studio. She couldn't stop the instant tears from falling down her face. Even her parents hadn't supported her enough to help her purchase a studio.
Damon quickly wrapped his arm around her. “I picked the colors straight from your website. It's fully furnished inside ready for your clients...” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “Your work is beautiful Celyse. I want you to thrive. I don't ever want to hold you back... In case something ever happens to me, I want to know that you will still be okay... I figured th–”
“No. No!” Celyse pulled away from his embrace. “Stop talking like that.” Now the tears falling from her face weren't happy ones. “I don't want any of this if you won't be around to share it with me. I don't want to live without you! Don't you understand it?”
“Oh baby...” He moved quickly and held her in his arms but she struggled like a wildcat. She didn't want cuddling. “Stop fighting me.” He commanded but it did little good. Seconds later, her small fists were hitting his chest angrily. “Tell me what's going on? Please! I deserve to know...”
“Come on. Let's go inside and talk baby girl...”
“I can't... please...”
“Come inside with me now.” Damon commanded.
Celyse nodded mutely, emotionless and allowed him to lead her inside. What she saw surprised her even further. It was amazing. The furniture, all of the lighting and equipment that she would ever need, props and cameras, batteries... it was her dream studio... which made her begin to cry even harder.
She couldn't even walk over to the couch. She just dropped to her knees again sobbing. “I know there is something wrong Damon... you have been hiding it ever since we met. It was a small pimple-looking thing and now it's almost as big as a golf ball...”
Damon flinched.
“... I thought you said you loved me... you know everything about me... I need to know what's going on. Please...”
Damon sighed and wrapped his arms around her. “I do love you Celyse. I do...” He paused and took a deep breath. “It's a tumor Celyse. I have cancer...”
Celyse gasped. “Oh. My. God.” Her face paled. “I...” She struggled to breathe as she spoke. She couldn't even finish her sentence. The horrible feeling consumed her and she dropped to her knees and cried harder, her hands wrapped around her stomach to quell the nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.
“Celyse. I need you to calm down.”
“No, no, no! I can't! I can't!” She trembled as her cries began to consume her. All the light and love in her body was fading. She couldn't imagine a life without him. She didn't want to. “I can't, I can't! It hurts. It hurts...”
“Celyse!” Damon held her face and stroked her hair gently. He needed her to calm down. “Make is stop...” She pleaded through her tears. It was as if all the light in the world disappeared and she was slipping into the darkness. Everything that was good and fun in the world was gone, all of her hope for happiness disappeared.
“Hey. Breathe baby.” He commanded her. “It's okay...”
“How can it be okay?” Celyse wailed, her body shaking and trembling with emotion. She was going to lose him, after everything they had been through... he would just be gone from something as stupid as a disease. She wanted to grow old with him and still be doing kinky stuff well into their fifties. She couldn't lose him, she just couldn't. “I don't want you to leave me!”
Her breathing increased so much so that he thought she was going to pass out.
“Celyse. Stop it.” He growled using his 'master voice' and her body stilled so fast it scared him. “Look at me. Look at your Master.”
Her trembling slowed as she looked up into his eyes. “That's it. Look at me. Look into my eyes and know that it's okay.”
“Please forgive me Master...” She whispered.
Damon wanted nothing more than to baby her and to hold her and soothe her but she was having a panic attack and she needed to be controlled. Something she was used to. Something that comforted her. “Listen to me or you will be punished.”
She sniffled trying to dry her tears and calm her trembling body. “I'm sorry Master...”
“I have a rare form of skin cancer and because of how rare it is most doctors don't know about it.”
Her eyes widened and she felt her breath catch in her chest but he didn't stop. Just like during a spanking he had to get it all out before the body could catch up.
“I have some really good news. The one thing we have found out is that it doesn't metastasize.”
Celyse looked up at him confused. Her innocence amazed him. She looked just like a small child. “What does that mean?”
“That means it isn't going to move. It won't spread anywhere else on my body like other cancers will... which gives it more of a chance of being killed.”
“Oh thank god,” She whispered not looking away from him. Her eyes never left his, still remembering the earlier command.
“When I left you with Steve at Club Sapphire I went to see a surgeon and he recommended me going to the Cancer Center Treatments of America (CCTA) in Oklahoma...”
“I'm going with you.” Celyse promised. “We are in this together Master. I love you and want to be with you.” She smiled. “And besides we can have some fun in Oklahoma...”
Damon knew he couldn't argue and to be honest, he didn't want to. He loved her and he really didn't want to go through it alone. He saw that the smile didn't meet her eyes when she talked about playing. She wasn't okay with it, and he couldn't blame her. “I'm going to be okay Celyse, that, I can promise you. You can come with me. We leave in one month.”
Celyse pulled him into a hug. “Please don't hide from me anymore Master. I want to be here for you and help you through this.”
“I promise.” He nibbled on the small patch under her ear. “Now, what if we go christen some of your new furniture?”
Celyse faked a gasp. “This place is for children and their parents to be comfortable and enjoy spending time here.”
“Yea but you won't know if they are going to be comfortable if you don't try it first.” He winked.
Celyse groaned with pleasure. “Yes Master.”
***
It turned out that there was a hidden room in the back with a bed in it. Damon claimed that it was so the parents could rest properly while Celyse worked with the children but Celyse knew better. Plus the way the headboard was created, there was no way it was an innocent bed. Well, to people in the vanilla world it just looked very expensive.
Her wrists protested her struggling, as did her ankles. Her body was beginning to sweat with the sexual torment bound within her. She felt so alive, as her skin became sensitive to even the lightest touch. Her nipples rubbed against the sheets making them go hard. Her knees spread and tied wide open.
He began to tie something around her waist. Turning her over, he brought the rope around so he could tie it up at her front. Deeply kissing her mouth he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her moan in delight and gasp with pleasure.
Out of nowhere, he dangled two nipple clamps in front of her eyes. She pouted and tried to roll back onto her front. He pushed her back over and held her down against the bed as she writhed beneath him. Grabbing one of her br
easts his teeth descended and began to suck and nibble, making her forget her impending pain. Suddenly he clamped the clip to her nipple; she arched her head back as a mix of pain and pleasure rushed through her body and to her pussy. He grabbed her other breast and pinched her nipple hard making her arch her back as he clamped the other clip into place. Her breasts felt captured and taken as he flicked each nipple in turn making her writhe at his physical command.
She moaned as he pushed her body back so she was face down on the bed. He grabbed her hair, lifted her head up once more, and grabbed her cheeks with one hand from behind so she had to open her mouth. He then put two of his fingers in her mouth and explored her tongue, teeth and lips. With his order to suck, she complied as he slapped her bottom once more telling her what a dirty girl she was. Suddenly he plunged two fingers deep inside her hot, soaking pussy.
“Do NOT Come.” The command sent shivers straight to her clit.
He took his fingers out of her mouth and pussy but told her to keep her head up. She suddenly felt something cold against the entrance to her pussy. It was a big Y shaped vibrator. She had seen them online before and read about them in erotic books. It was called a rabbit.
He decided that she wasn't wet enough, which was an obvious lie. Moving around to her head, he lifted her chin up and he inserted the vibrator into her mouth. “Be a good girl and suck it.”
She moaned as he began to slowly fuck her mouth with the vibrator. He pushed it as far as it could comfortably fit and told her to keep it there. He then moved back around to her pussy.
“God you're so wet already. You're such a naughty girl. You're so wet and I haven't even touched you yet.” His hot sexy voice sent more tingles straight to her needy clit.
He ran one finger down her slit. He slightly lifted her ass up and placed a pillow underneath her as he caressed her ass. She moaned with the dildo still in her mouth.
He slowly ran the tip of his cock down her slit feeling her hot wet pussy tickling and inviting him. He pushed his cock into her pussy, going deeper and deeper as she moaned louder and louder. He chuckled at her strong desire and then pulled out of her achingly slow, so much that she moaned in frustration. Then he pulled out fast and then rammed his cock in. He used so much force that she almost dropped the vibrator out of her mouth as she gasped. He pulled out again but this time he didn't re-enter.
She whimpered wanting his cock to enter her and cure her frustration. Instead, he moved around to her head and pulled out the dildo from her mouth.
“Good girl. You made it so wet.” He held onto the wet dildo, moved back behind her, and began to tease her with the tip. He smirked at her shivering body and continued to run it up and down her slit.
He then grabbed the spare rope from the front of her waist, brought it between her pussy lips and her ass cheeks, and tied it to the back of the rope that he had tied around her waist earlier. She now had a dildo tied deep into her pussy. She wriggled as she realized that the bunny ears were not touching her clit but her ass hole. A place that is sensitive to the slightest touch.
He chuckled at her reaction and decided to make it even more intense. He pulled out his small butterfly vibrator and snapped it to her clit with a quick bite that caused her to shout.
At that moment, before her body had time to comprehend the pain from the clit clamp, he turned on both vibrators. Her eyes closed in sheer sexual delight as he moved back around to her head.
He looked deep into her eyes and he kissed her mouth. “I love you.” He pulled her over to the side of the bed. He took off his jeans and boxers in front of her. His body was so close. She wanted to touch him so much; he walked over to her, his cock at the perfect height. “Suck my cock. Suck it hard.”
She willingly complied and filled her mouth with his hot, hard cock. Her mind and body was buzzing with excitement and desire. He tugged lightly on the rope keeping the vibrator inside of her, making the vibrations touch her everywhere. She didn't feel like she was on earth anymore. She was being kept at the brink of ecstasy as he pulled out of her mouth and quickly moved around behind her. He swiftly untied the rope and removed the vibrator before he plunged deep inside her.
He fucked her so hard, so fast that she cried out in bliss as an orgasm shot through her body. He followed her and quickly came into the condom. They both collapsed and he moved her back on the bed properly. He pulled her onto her back and kissed her face before he started to untie and unclamp her.
“You did so beautifully. How did you like the rope?” he asked her softly as he looked into her beautiful eyes.
“It was amazing Master,” Celyse whispered, her eyes fluttering.
Damon smiled. “Good. Sleep now... my good girl.”
CHAPTER 10
It was the first time that Celyse had someone watching her while she worked and she couldn't deny that she loved it. She loved having her Master watch her while she took pictures of the children and gave them little directions.
“Now Sammy hug your sister...” Celyse laughed as little Sammy squeezed his sister like a bear. That wasn't what she intended but it was adorable. Both children giggled and their smiles were wide. She snapped the picture of the two siblings laughing and then stole a glance at her Master. He was watching her with a sparkle in his eyes. He was sitting right next to the parents, casual and loving, just observing her.
“Alright Michelle now come here.” She knelt down to the young girl’s level. “I'm going to tell you a secret okay?” She whispered into the girl’s ear and the girl giggled. “Can you do that for me?” The girl nodded and walked back over to her big brother with a huge smile on her face.
Celyse knew there was no way she would be able to hold out for long.
“What?” Sammy asked with a big pout. He didn't like to be left out.
“Don't worry sweetie.” Celyse smiled as she shot a picture of his pout. He was just adorable. Within seconds, Michelle grabbed her brother’s arm and began to tickle him like a machine causing them both to burst into extreme giggles and shouting.
Somewhere in the din of the children's laughter, she heard a beautiful sound. She looked at her Master and saw him laughing along with them. Their eyes locked and she felt the most intense connection with him. Being able to share her passion with him... the happiness she felt from it could not be explained in words.
After the children finally tired out, Celyse got some sleeping shots and shots of them relaxing, just holding each other before talking with the parents and saying goodbye.
She placed her camera down and plopped on the couch with a sigh.
“Aww my sweet sub. That was beautiful to watch. You're really good. I can't wait to see how the pictures come out. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
She smiled and snuggled into his arms. “It was nice to have you here Master... but there is no way you're watching me edit.”
“Why not?”
“I hate when people watch me edit. I get so nervous.” She whined.
He chuckled. “Seriously. You're not going to let me watch you work your magic? Isn't that the best part? I'm not going to correct you or anything; I know absolutely nothing about the world of photo hop or whatever you call it.”
Celyse giggled. “It's called Photoshop and don't let Adobe hear you say that...” She leaned up and kissed his cheek before snuggling back down. “For some reason that makes me happy Master.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. It was nice to just relax and enjoy time together. He took a deep breath and watched her sleep. His sub, his baby girl, his life, his Celyse. He knew what he had to do and he had to do it soon.
That night they were still in her studio, just relaxing on the couch. “I want us to step outside our roles for the moment and simply be Damon and Celyse.” He knew he had to act soon. With his cancer and her commitment to stay with him through it, there was no time to waste.
Celyse paled so drastically that Damon actually thought she might faint. He added quickly, “You have done nothi
ng wrong, sweetheart.”
Her eyes locked onto his face. Liquid smoke, he thought, and treasured the glimpse into her thoughts and emotions. He threaded the fingers of his hand through hers.
“I want to have a discussion with you while we are outside our roles. I don't want there to be any dominance or submission to overlay your response. Please, just listen and answer honestly, okay?”
She nodded and tightened her grip on him as though preparing herself to hear bad news. What could be worse than hearing about his cancer? Did something else happen that he didn't tell her before? Was he going to...? She couldn't even think the word. It brought too much pain.
With his free hand, Damon gathered up the fine silver chain he wore around his neck, removed it and laid it on the table in front of him. A tiny gold key was the only ornament.
“This is the key to my heart.”
Celyse blinked at him, color flooding her face as she looked from him to the key. The play of emotion across her face was lovely; shock, joy, excitement, and uncertainty.
“It is also the key to a collar I've had made... Celyse, with this key I offer you a formal collar.”
“Celyse drew a ragged breath as she stared at him and her fingers spasmed in his. Damon watched her brain tick over as thought and emotion tumbled upon each other—his affection for her swelled within him.
Slowly, almost as though she expected him to take it back at the last minute, Celyse extended her free hand and picked up the key then clutched it hard to her breast.
“Mine,” she said, “I accept.”
Damon grinned. “I'm so glad.” He lifted her up and spun her around making her giggle like a child. After he set her down, he reached behind the couch and pulled out the collar.
He smiled as she kneeled before his feet, no longer needing instruction. He placed the collar—black leather wrapped in a Celtic pattern with a heart-shaped lock—around Celyse's neck before taking the tiny key from her and locking it closed. After he placed the chain and key around his own neck, he met her eyes and smiled lovingly at her.
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