Chapter 33

• IRIS.
• I'd never imagined being tied up and restricted in this manner. Though my friends had talked about enjoying BDSM, it was new to me. And very oddly satisfying.
• Damon had tied me up, and he seemed to enjoy torturing me. I wasn't complaining but it was too much. The skin grazes, the clamp against my nipple, creating a wave of pleasure, laced with pain, the clamp around my mouth there restricted me from speaking. Hell, he had my hand tied back and my legs spread out like a whore and I couldn't tell if I liked it or if I was just surprised by the sheer knowledge of him being into BDSM and having actual tools.