I fade back into Damian's realm and discover he's removed the toys from my ass and p***y along with the wrist and ankle cuffs. Damn, the n****e clamps are gone too. He lifts me within his strong arms and carries me out of his big glorious dungeon. He gently places me on his large bed. My eyes are barely open, but I watch sleepily as he undresses. He joins me and pulls me into his chest. His fingers unweave my braid and spread the damp strands around us. His touch remains tender while he massages my shoulders and back. Ever so slowly, his hands move down until he's rubbing my red ass and thighs.
His voice is incredibly low when he speaks. "My father started Pleas-Her Toys. He was rarely around when I was a child. He never married my mother but I didn't understand that as a young boy." His
