Chapter 10 #3
Hands, so gentle yet strong, settle on my buttocks and squeeze them, as if my flesh was clay in need of shaping. If Damen is to be the artist, I’m willing to be his canvas. Bruises, scratches, cum, saliva—I’ll take it all.
“Love how excited you are to lap up my cock,” he murmurs in a voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Pulsing with excitement yet?” Damen slides his hand between my spread ass cheeks just as I suck in his cockhead, and when he presses the tip of his finger to my hole, yes, I do feel it throbbing with heat against his skin.
I groan and my hips seem to move on their own, chasing more touch. I’m a needy little animal he’s caught in his snares, and I can’t wait for that little death. I will chase it, and make sure he gets his too.
“Oh, yes. Yes pwweeeese,” I mumble, taking his cock in halfway through the sentence.
It somehow tastes even better than it did on the plane, and I cradle his balls, rolling them in my fingers.
I’m about to take him deeper, when his tongue lashes my cockhead.
I almost choke on the dick in my mouth when Damen’s lips latch onto me, applying pressure that has me breathless.
Fuck.
I don’t know if I’m already on the brink of my little death, but my mind is flying.
His mouth is gone as fast as it sucked me in, and I sob at the loss, nursing the hard shaft for comfort. It feels almost too big at the back of my throat, but I want to give him all of myself, my every hole, so I try to relax and sink lower as my man nips on my thigh.
His fingers are now covered with a cool gel, and they’re wrestling in my crack, as if each of them has a mind of its own and needs to be inside me first. Damen has such long fingers.
When one finally sinks in, it takes forever for his knuckles to hit my skin, but I don’t dare push back to swallow it whole.
Not when Damen’s sinful lips and teeth touch my balls.
I hope he senses my moan on his dick. We don’t even have to rush or worry about an open door. He locked it like he did the choker around my neck. A statement saying that I’m all his.
I clench my ass on his finger, just to show him how good I’ll treat him when his dick is inside me. I’ll give him a nice squeeze and suck in all his juices.
He groans, nose buried in my balls as his lips barely touch my cock.
I’m trembling with need. “Such a greedy little hole. I’m going to stretch you nice and wide for me.
Feel how thick my cock is?” He arches his hips, burying his dick deeper in my throat.
I gag a little but stay down. I want him there, even if it’s uncomfortable.
Even if I’m drooling all over him. “So tight… Will your ass be so good for me too?” Damen asks as he teases in another slippery finger.
“You take it so well, baby. You really need dick, don’t you? ”
I try to voice my agreement with his cock buried in my mouth. He can read me like a book. My thighs are shaking, my face is hot, and my dick is dripping pre-cum on Damen’s neck.
His breath echoes between my thighs when he removes his fingers only to thrust in three. I’ve had some very rough exes, but the force behind the push doesn’t hurt me. It’s the good kind of pressure that makes me feel a bit fuller, a bit more ready to take the amazing cock throbbing in my throat.
Oh, this man deserves everything. He deserves my mouth, and my ass, and my hands, and anything he might want. I won’t say no to anything as long as he desires me like this and keeps me in a golden collar.
Me. Not some trust fund twink with perfectly coiffed hair. Me. Tattooed, foul-mouthed, can’t-fit-in me. Maybe I can fit in with him for as long as he wants to keep filling me with cum.
He’s sucking my balls, but only for a moment, soon returning his mouth to my inner thighs, and it has me shaking, because I need more…
of everything. I didn’t even know this part of me was so sensitive, but I can’t help myself.
The pathetic moan escaping my chest resonates down his shaft, prompting him to raise his hips as his legs tremble on either side of my face.
And those fingers? They’re pumping me now, relentless but not enough to satisfy the hunger burning my insides.
Saliva drizzles out of my mouth and soaks into Damen’s pubes, but the edges of my vision are starting to darken, and I pull up for air.
I roll as if the room was a massive washing machine.
I’m disoriented when the bed seems to move, but then Damen is on top of me, pushing my legs to my chest. I’m half-lucid with arousal, my cock now wet against my stomach, but all I can focus on is how easily he manhandled me into this position. That was so hot.
But Damen’s face when he looks at me now? His composure is gone, but not his devastating beauty. He’s flushed, lips slick with my pre-cum, brows drawn, pupils so blown I can barely see the hazel, and all of his focus is on me. Not just my cock or the hole he’s about to claim. Me.
And I feel it in this moment, in the way my heart rattles, the way air sizzles between us, and the heat spreading all over my skin.
I could fall in love with this man. Maybe I already have. I’m not just opening my legs to him for a fun romp. He’s cracking open my ribcage and pulling out my heart. Does he know that he’s ruining me for other men? I won’t have a heart left to give after this.
I look between us, at the hard cock wet with my saliva, and I can’t wait for it to dip into me so he can take his satisfaction in my body.
The room is so very quiet.
Only the faint sound of our heartbeats and breaths disturbs its peace as the dark prince who took me away from a dive bar and delivered me to this place beyond the world I’ve so far known pokes his cockhead against my hole.
He’s so determined, so serious, as if the fate of the world is the stakes for this fuck. As if all will end if he doesn’t shove himself balls-deep inside me.
I’m breathless when Damen captures my gaze, stretched over me like the conqueror he is, and then he’s in, and my back arches at the sweet pain of that first entry. He stalls, eyes closed when he takes rapid breaths, as if my hole is so good he needs a moment to regain control.
I force my eyes to stay open, because he is a vision, and I’m intensely jealous of anyone else who ever got to see him like this. Every beauty spot on his face is mine.
I close my legs around his hips to keep him close, in our warm cocoon on this bed. My arms rise over his shoulders, and I lock him in an embrace while his thick cock pulses with heat inside me.
This sense of overwhelm, of togetherness, is something I will never stop chasing unless I grasp it. He might be a fake husband, this might end after the holidays, but for now, in this moment, I’ve caught lightning in my hands, and I’ll hold it even if it burns.
“Taking my cock so well,” Damen whispers, lowering his head to me for a kiss. “You’re so sweet, baby.”
I lock my gaze with his. “I’m not. I’m not even good.” I’m selfish, I swear too much, steal, and make bad decisions all too often. Hardly sweet. Maybe like a piece of liquorice you find interesting before you realize the aftertaste is no good and spit it out.
But maybe… he likes liquorice? A needy voice inside me says.
Damen pries his eyes open, watching me as he sinks deeper inside me, filling the emptiness inside me inch by inch. “No. You’re not good. You’re bad. A bad boy begging to take my cum.”
Oh no. I like that.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he adds and buries himself fully inside me with a snap of hips that makes me whimper.
It doesn’t really hurt, but he’s so thick that his cock, while amazing, intimidates me even now.
In the best of ways. “Pretty lips, cocky nose ring, tight little hole made for my dick, and a needy heart. Husband material,” he says with a lick to my lips.
“It’s inside…” I mumble.
He chuckles, watching me with a half-smile. “Give me your hand.”
I’m reluctant but press my palm to his face, only to have it licked as he moves his hips back then drills in.
“And… my dick?” I ask, as he’s pumping into me, because he read me right. I’m needy. So fucking needy. It feels so good to be the body he buries himself in, the one he wants to smell, lick, and claim. With him on top of me I feel like I matter.
“That’s mine too. And your chest, and shoulders, and every other part of you,” he insists, pushing my thighs to my chest. My hole’s so tender and receptive that every time he moves, using my flesh for his satisfaction, I can barely restrain myself and whine, moan, cry as his cock rubs my pleasure spot, teasing it over and over while my hard dick weeps onto my chest and stomach.
“Oh fuck! I’m almost there!” I whine, pulling him close, curling my toes and spacing out into another reality altogether.
My fingers are clenched on his shoulders, and I didn’t notice when my nails dug in, leaving scratches like I promised.
But my unhinged mind focuses on my ring finger and the giant token of love on my hand.
For a moment I’m transported to a world in which I really am his husband, and this is the day after our wedding.
We were too drunk to fuck last night, but now we more than make up for it, showing our devotion to each other in the flesh.
He cradles me close as he talks dirty to me and fucks my ass until I almost want him to stop but refuse to tell him.
We’re bound forever now, my fate in his beautiful hands.
He’s my husband, and I will follow him into hell if that’s what he needs.
But most of all, it’s not just me who is so hopelessly devoted. In this lucid dream, he’d give up the world for a life with me. His passion is all consuming, unhealthy, toxic even. I swallow that poison, and it’s sweet on my tongue.
My dick bobs between us, and when Damen presses down on it, I come so hard I dig my nails into him even harder, swallowed whole by my fantasy, and now taken under.
I’m a creature of pure pleasure as I whimper to him. “Yes! Keep fucking me like that! So good. Inside me. Cum inside me.” Sticky spunk shoots from my cock, the smell of my lust mingling with his.
“Oh, I will. You will drip down your legs when you leave this bed.”
I feel so heavy I couldn’t get up if the mansion started falling apart around us, but as the rush inside my head reaches its crescendo, Damen shoves my legs even wider apart.
I lose my breath when he presses down so hard my knees touch the mattress, and goes to town on my hole, long-dicking it over and over.
It’s uncomfortable, but I don’t want him to stop.
I want this to continue until his balls are drained and I can’t walk without his support, so I take shallow breaths, watching him work his cock into me endlessly.
What a fucking sight to behold. I’m so overstimulated, but I would never ask him to stop. I’m here for him. I’m his plaything.
Damen utters a curse, and heat floods to my brain as he cries out, filling me with jets of cum.
I’ve never felt anything close to perfection before this, but I wish he could keep going a little bit longer and come inside me again.
I want to carry his seed inside me when we go see his family again, and I wish they could smell him on me.
Discomfort flashes through Damen’s features as he pulls out, only to roll to his back, face red from the effort of stuffing me full of jizz. I curl up at his side in an instant, sated and happy.
I don’t have the energy for much, but I kiss his neck. Did this gentleman really abduct me? I could consider it more of a misunderstanding at this point.
“That was so good. Worth waiting for until after marriage,” I say and half-believe it myself, so deep in my delulu he might as well really be my husband.
Damen chuckles, and I’m surprised when his fingers slide into my hole, pushing me up until I’m on top of him, and he can capture my lips.
“My husband deserves the best,” he mumbles, toying with my sphincter as we both relax, letting our bodies cool.
We’re joking around, but it still makes me all fuzzy inside. Like I’m not alone, like I belong with someone. I might put up a tough facade because the world is cruel and vicious, but maybe Damen was right to call me sweet. Given half the chance, I’m ready to show my tender insides.
“I hope your morning wasn’t too bad? Did you hear I got a massage and an IV?” I say lazily as I leave kisses all over his face.
“Been there,” Damen says and rests his cheek against mine as if we’re a real couple. “I’m happy to see you improved. You shouldn’t drink so much tonight.”
Just like that, he’s deciding this for me, and while in the past I’d balk at any attempts to control me, he seems to do it for the right reasons. Just like with the spanking, I kinda like it.
“Fair. Did I really yell at your dad?”
Damen laughs and kisses my lips. “He hated it, and Mom hated it even more, because the only things she likes about him are the respect and money he comes with. So yeah… that was part of the discussion this morning. Well done.”
“Oh no… They all hate me?” It kinda didn’t matter when I was supposed to be Damen’s outrageous fake husband, to be discarded after the holidays, but now that I have some hopes about us lasting longer, I don’t know any more if going all out last night was really the best choice.
He blinks and strokes my head. “I wouldn’t go that far. Plus, hate never stopped anyone being a part of this family. My parents hate one another, my brother hates me, my sister hates us all, but here we are, spending another wonderful holiday together.”
It’s weird. Kinda awful. But also a relief, I guess?
“So what’s the plan today? I saw a helicopter.”
“That would be my sister and her family. They’re having lunch now, but we can join them at two for the annual maze run.”
“So I have you to myself for another hour,” I say gleefully and hug him, not even trying to keep up my goth outcast facade. “And don’t worry. If you’re lost in the maze, I’ll find you.” Like it’s not a maze he’s grown up with. But he doesn’t call me out and instead licks my lips.
“I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”
“Damen?”
“Yes?”
I hesitate with my question, worried it might spoil the mood. “May I get my phone back?”
Damen never stops stroking my hair. “No. How about after Christmas?”
After the fuck we just had, I don’t have the energy to argue. Digital detox it is then.