Chapter 8 #2
“It sounds like someone’s jealous, but you don’t have to worry about that tonight. Tonight, I’m all yours, baby. And just to prove a point, so you don’t run again, I’m going to take that pretty little thing between your legs—and I’m going to enjoy every single second of it.”
Her body shakes in my hold and I open the back door, tossing her against the bench seat of my car. If she thought I was a vicious bastard before, she has no fucking clue what she is in for.
I’ll show her what happens when Damon Rossi’s mercy runs out.
I drive home, clutching my steering wheel so tightly, the thing is in danger of ripping off. It takes everything inside me not to turn around and scream at her. So fucking what I was getting a blowjob. I was getting one because she refused to give me one, because she is nothing but a cock tease.
I hear her quiet sobs from the backseat, but I don’t give a fuck right now. This is her own fault. She should have listened to me.
Fuck…she should have listened. The idea of hurting her doesn’t sit well with me, but I have to do this. I have to prove I mean business. I’ve killed men for less; she can’t keep getting away with this behavior.
The drive home is short, and when I turn into the driveway, I park inside the garage.
My mind is still running rampant with anger.
I can’t think of anything besides showing her the consequences of what happens when you disobey me.
I get out of the car, but she makes no move to open the back door.
I guess I’ll be a gentleman and do it for her.
Reaching in, I grab her arm and pull her from the back seat.
She whimpers in my hold, but I ignore it.
I slam the door shut, drag her into the house, her feet digging into the floor the entire way to her room, then throw her onto the bed.
When I pull the handcuffs from my back pocket, she scurries away from me, but she’s not fast enough—not to get away from me. I snatch her ankle and pull her back to the center of the bed.
“Please, Damon…” she pleads, tears in her big brown eyes.
I swallow down any and all emotions I feel for this woman, letting the anger continue to flow through my veins. I grab one of her arms and secure the handcuffs to it, then I pull her whole body up to the headboard and attach the other cuff around one of the bars.
With one hand cuffed to the bed, she can kick and scream all she wants, but she isn’t going anywhere. I stand up, looking down at her like she is some kind of offering.
Undoing my belt, I watch her whole body shake and her face contort in fear while I unzip myself pushing the dress slacks down until my rock-hard cock is free and my pants are on the floor, kicked away from my feet.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't do this. Why I shouldn’t fuck you right now.”
She looks up at me a moment, and I don’t think she is going to say anything at all, but then she does—and just like the rest of her body, her voice is shaking too.
“Because you don’t really want to hurt me.” The tears stain her cheeks.
Don’t I? I consider her words. I’ve been so consumed by rage since I found out she left, this might be the first time I actually stop to think. I need her to listen to me. I need her to be scared of me, but do I want to make that happen by hurting her? It’s the only way I know how.
Do I really want to break her like this? Because that’s what I would do if I hurt her this way. I’d break her, and I can’t picture myself doing that to her.
Watching tear after tear roll down her face and onto the pillow is starting to bother me more than I care to admit. I can feel the anger starting to leave my body, leaving me with feelings I don’t want or need. I can’t look at her face anymore—I just fucking can’t.
Grabbing her ankles, I flip her over onto her belly and pull her pants and underwear down in one go. Her cries are muffled by the pillow, but I can still tell her crying is getting worse. She starts to sob, her body shaking violently.
I squeeze my lids shut. I can’t take it any longer. Her pain is starting to become my own, and I can’t take it. I just fucking can’t.
I lean over, tilting her head a little so I can see part of her face again. Brushing some tear-soaked hair from her cheek, I lean closer and whisper right into her ear.
“If you listen to me and be very still, I won’t hurt you…and I won't take your virginity.”
Her sobs almost stop immediately. Only small tremors she can't control remain. I stand up and look at her perfect body. Her skin is just as delicate and beautiful as I imagined it would be.
Creamy, white, unmarred. She’s a specimen I want to explore over and over again. Her ass is plump, and each cheek jiggles as her body continues to shake.
“I’m going to touch you, but I won’t hurt you.
” Starting at her ankle, I trail my fingers up her legs—all the way to the two perfect globes of her ass.
The feeling of her warm skin on mine...there is no way to fucking describe it.
God, she is beautiful, and pure, and fuck… I don’t deserve her—not at all.
“I want to taste you, Keira. Can I taste you?” I wait patiently—as fucking patiently as I can for her to answer. Time seems to stand still, and when a breathless, “Yes,” escapes her lips, I nearly come undone. Every muscle in my body, inside and out, tightens.
If I’m going to make her come, then it’s going to be when I can see her fucking face. I want to see the pleasure in her eyes, the way she reacts to my touch. I retrieve a key for the handcuffs and undo them with ease, then I flip her over onto her back. When I see her face, I almost punch myself.
She looks sad, angry, and tired...and I never want to see her look like this again. I need to take care of her. I don’t know why or how I’m going to do it, but I have to.
I crawl onto the bed slowly, all the anger seeping out of me, leaving me with nothing but the need to pleasure her—to make her feel the same insane need she makes me feel every single hour.
Her eyes never leave mine, not even as I pull her to the edge of the bed.
With my knee, I open her legs, and the sight of her pink pussy makes my mouth fill with saliva.
My eyes dart back up to hers, and I catch her watching me curiously, gazing at me, inspecting my every move.
I dip down between her legs and press a kiss to the top of her mound. Her legs widen, and a shiver rolls through her, and I love it. I fucking love that this is how she reacts to my touch. Most of the time, I’m not the giving type, but with Keira, I want to be all that and more…so much more.
With two fingers, I spread her silky, smooth folds, revealing her tight little nub. My gaze trails down to her pussy, and I know I’ll have to wait to claim that, but the need is definitely there, deep in my belly.
Exhaling, I lean forward and blow against the tender flesh. She shudders for the first time today with pleasure instead of fear, and I smile.
Without warning, I start licking her, flicking my tongue gently against her most sensitive part.
A quiet moan rips from her throat, encouraging me to lick faster and harder.
I look up at her, over her perfect pussy, to gage her facial features.
Her eyes are closed now, but I want her to open them and look at me. I want to see the pleasure in her eyes.
I close my lips around her tight little bundle of nerves and start to suck lightly. Her body starts to respond to me. Her hips move probably without her even realizing it. Her body wants me, and just knowing that drives me insane.
Her lids finally flutter open, and I catch her looking down at me through hooded eyes.
Her face is still red and puffy from crying, and she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I suck on her clit a little harder this time and her eyes close again.
Her head falls back onto the pillow, her moans growing louder and louder with every lick.
Her hands fist the sheets, and I know she’s getting close. I keep working her clit with my tongue, watching her body move beneath me, begging for more without any words.
I lift one of her legs and rest it against my shoulder, opening her up wider—like she is a present I can’t wait to unwrap. Her back arches off the bed.
“Damon…” she cries out, my name falling from her lips.
I need to hear her say it again. I might fucking die if I don’t.
Her pussy quivers, and the taste of her sweet cream explodes against my tongue as she comes apart beneath me. I keep stroking her gently—up and down, up and down—tasting her over and over again, until I know every last tremor of her orgasm has moved through her body.
Gliding up her tiny form, I watch her eyes follow my every move.
Indescribable desires pool deep inside me, and I have to see the rest of her naked.
I grab the hem of her shirt and start to peel it off her body.
She doesn’t try to stop me, and instead, lifts her arms to help without me having to ask.
Very slowly, I pull the shirt over her head, then unhook her bra and remove it, revealing two perfect tits with dusky pink nipples just begging to be sucked.
Her tits are the perfect size, one handful each.
I lean down to take one of those perky tits into my mouth, but Keira stops me by tugging on my shirt, silently urging me to take it off. I sit up just long enough to pull it over my head, before tossing it to the ground behind me.
Then I’m back on top of her, taking that soft pink nipple into my mouth, making her moan again. I feel my cock growing harder and harder with each flick of my tongue against her pebbled nipple.
She’s mine, all fucking mine. Her sweet strawberry scent urges me onward, and I want to take her—fuck do I want to take her—but she’s not ready for that yet. When I do get to feel her warmth wrapped around my dick, it’s going to be because she wants it, because she begs for it.