12. Damian
DAMIAN
“ D o you know how to fucking knock?”
The first words that come out of my lips make her flinch, but she doesn’t back down.
Her eyes have gone wide, that full mouth parting, and for the first time since we met, I see her eyes rake down the front of my body.
She’s always been too afraid to look anywhere other than my face, but now her gaze drags down to my shoulders, my chest, my hips, lingering lower for a moment.
I see her cheeks turn pink as her tongue darts out and trails over her lower lip.
That’s all it takes for my cock to start to swell again. Two fucking orgasms, and her tongue is all it takes to get me hard again. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, other than the fact that I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as Sienna Monroe standing in my bedroom.
Her hair looks impossibly soft, her skin polished and glowing after her day at the spa.
The pink silk nightie is fringed with white lace, the straps fragile, brushing her collarbone and reminding me of the thin straps she dragged down her arms in the video I just finished watching.
The silk clings to her everywhere, to the curve of her small breasts, showing the peaked shape of her nipples, to her hips, even her thighs.
I wonder if she’s wearing panties underneath it, and just like that, my cock jerks upward, tenting my towel as a dizzying rush of arousal washes through me.
I wouldn’t have thought her eyes could get any wider, but when she sees the thick shape of my cock jutting out against the towel, threatening to pull it from its precarious place on my hips, they go entirely round in her delicate, beautiful face.
“What are you doing in here, Sienna?”
She licks her lips, and I feel as if I’m about to combust. “I thought you might…” She draws in a breath. “I thought you might like to see something else I bought today. You spent so much on me after all, I thought?—”
“Sienna.” My jaw tightens. My self-control is at its breaking point, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. “Have I not been clear?—”
“I don’t understand.” She swallows hard, closing the door firmly behind her and walking toward me.
I should back away, but I feel frozen to the spot.
Her floral vanilla scent wafts toward me, and I feel like I’m going to lose my goddamned mind.
“You keep saying that you don’t want anything from me, and I don’t know what game you’re playing, Damian. I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“I’m telling you.” The muscle in my jaw ticks. “I’ve been telling you, Sienna. I want you to stay out of the way, keep your head down, and wait until the danger passes. Then, I’ll annul the marriage, and you can choose what you want to do next.”
“You’re lying,” she breathes, stopping a hand’s length away from me. “I thought you just didn’t want me at first, that you didn’t think I was pretty, or?—”
I briefly blank out at that. Not think she was pretty? A man would have to be blind to not think that Sienna is drop-dead gorgeous.
“But I can see that you want me,” she continues. “So you’re lying. You do want something else. And you keep baiting me for some reason, telling me that you don’t, and I don’t know what game this is, or what you want, but Damian?—”
She licks her lips again, sucking in a breath, and I can see that she’s afraid. “We can just do it,” she whispers. “Whatever you want. You’ve done all this for me, I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop?—”
“Stop what?” I stare at her, frustrated beyond belief.
I’m frustrated with her for thinking that this is all some elaborate game, apparently, and with myself for somehow not being clear enough, and with my fucking cock for being rock-hard despite the conversation I’m having with Sienna right now.
“Sienna, I’m not playing a game with you. I meant what I said.”
“Why?” She blinks at me, confused. “If you’re not toying with me, then why would you not just fuck me? You can, I’m your wife. I can see—” Her gaze drops to my cock, just as the word wife tears through my senses, making my length jerk at the thought of everything I could do to my wife .
I feel my towel slip, dropping to the floor, and Sienna’s gaze freezes in place as she sees me naked for the first time.
I can only imagine what she’s thinking. I’m well aware of how large I am. I see her swallow, see her throat move, and her eyes flick back up to mine, wide and clearly frightened.
“Sienna, no more.” My voice is a rasp in the back of my throat, and I know I don’t mean it. I feel sure that she can hear it too.
“You married me,” she whispers. “You said you’d keep me safe. Why not take what’s yours?”
A groan wells in my throat. She has no idea how close to the edge she’s pushing me, how much self-control it’s taking right now not to throw her back on the bed, rip that flimsy silk away from her, and fuck her like I want to.
“You’re too young,” I grit out, and she lets out a sharp, startled laugh.
“I’m twenty-two.”
“And I’m thirty-eight. Nearly forty, Sienna. I’m too fucking old for you.”
She swallows hard. “Maybe I like older men.” There’s something faintly self-deprecating in her tone that I don’t understand.
“I’m in a position of power over you.” I stare down at her, willing my arousal to go away and failing. “I could throw you out and you’d be dead within a day. ”
She licks her lips, and I see that flicker of fear again. “So I should make you want to keep me, right?”
Fucking Christ .
Before I can stop her, she reaches out, and I feel her soft, warm hand wrap around my shaft.
I can’t stop the groan that tears from my lips. Her touch feels so good, her fingers pressing against my straining length, and I grit my teeth, using the last shred of self-control that I have to keep myself from thrusting against her hand.
“Sienna—”
“Let me make you feel good.” Her hand slides down, palm skimming across the pulsing vein that runs along the top of my cock, and I groan through my teeth, feeling pre-cum leak from the tip, slicking her way as she slides her hand all the way down to my balls. “Does that feel good?”
“Fuck—” I breathe out the curse, my eyes briefly closing before snapping open again, not wanting to miss the sight of Sienna standing in front of me, handling my cock. “It feels good,” I admit, before I can stop myself. “God, you have no idea?—”
“I don’t,” she admits, her voice breathy. Her hand slides up again, fingers encircling my swollen cockhead, and I can’t stop my hips from jerking this time, pushing against her hand. “I don’t have a lot of experience doing this. I’ve only?—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I grit out. I can feel her inexperience in her touch—she’s clumsily handling my cock, stroking it without any real finesse or technique, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m already so fucking close, and she’s barely started to touch me.
I don’t want to hear what she’s done to other men, good or bad.
I know she’s not a virgin, but just the thought of any other man touching her makes me murderous. “Fuck, Sienna?—”
“Tell me what you like.” She looks up at me, eyes wide, thumb brushing against the underside of my tip as she rubs her palm over the slick flesh. “I want to know what you want, Damian.”
The sound of my name on her lips is almost enough to make me forget every rule, cross every line, and throw her back onto the bed here and now. I should tell her that I want her to stop, that I want her to go back to her room, go to bed, and never, ever try anything like this again.
But instead, I reach down, encircling her hand with mine.
“Like this,” I say hoarsely, guiding her hand down my shaft at the pace I like.
“Long, slow strokes. When you get to the base, press down, just a little—oh fuck .” I suck in a breath between my teeth as I feel her fist press against my tight balls.
“Then all the way back up to the tip. Feel that? Feel it dripping for you, kotenok ?”
She lets out a small gasp as I guide her hand back up over my cockhead, as she feels the thick pre-cum leaking there, and I let her get her palm wet with it before I bring her hand back down again, all the way to the base.
My muscles tighten as I fight off my impending orgasm—standing here with Sienna, teaching her to stroke my cock, jerking off with her hand, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking done.
In all my life, nothing has ever turned me on this much. I feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, the heat licking up and over my skin getting to be too much to ignore, and Sienna’s small gasp as she feels me throb in her hand tilts me just a little too close to the edge.
I should stop. I should have stopped a hundred times since this started. I should tell her to leave and finish myself off, then go to bed and think about what I’ve done. But instead, I hear myself groan: “I’m going to come, kotenok , oh… fuck ?—”
I try to pull back in time to keep from coming all over her new nightgown, but when I let go of her hand, she doesn’t let go of me.
Instead, she tightens her hand, stroking as she shifts a step closer to me, my swollen tip nearly touching her abdomen as she angles my cock upward and looks up into my eyes while she strokes all the way up to the head.
A moan that sounds something like her name and ends in a string of Russian curses spills from my mouth as the first spurt of cum shoots toward her, splattering across her abdomen and soaking through the silk.
I hear her suck in a breath, but she keeps stroking, and I groan aloud as I watch myself come, painting the silk over her breasts and stomach with jet after jet as Sienna’s hand works me, the orgasm spreading through my body until the intense pleasure of it is all I can think about.