Taeja

18. Chapter 18

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The words passed from her lips, leaving her in conflict. A weight lifted off her shoulder and a heavier one replaced it.

Damon raised his brow. “You?” he laughed, throwing his head back.

Taeja frowned, unsure how to feel. She glanced at Zain, whose head was tilted to the side. She knew many things were swirling in his mind, but he wouldn’t allow the words out. Not unless she asked him to. “What do you have to say?”

“Why?” he asked — one word so simple, yet it had her emotions skyrocketing.

She sighed and looked away from him. Her nails won her attention. It was almost time for a fill-in, but she might opt to go all natural after her next visit to Binh.

Damon cleared his throat, and Taeja looked at him. He sat more upright and straightened his suit. “I thought you were joking…” Damon said, growing serious.

“I’m not,” Taeja said.

“I wasn’t laughing at you.”

She looked at her nails. “I know.”

“I’m sorry for laughing, baby,” Damon said, his voice lowering.

It almost had Taeja tearing up. If a tear fell, it wouldn’t be because Damon always made her emotional, it was because she’d be picking at a wound that was still so, so fresh. “It’s fine, Damon,” she said, then looked at Zain. “Can I speak now?”

Zain stared at her for a moment before he finally said, “We’re listening.”

Exhaling a long breath, Taeja looked at her nails. “My dad’s always been old school, but things got really bad when my mom left. He started telling me about who I could hang with, which places I could go, and the things I could do.

“When I met Liyah in high school and saw how much freedom she had compared to me, it changed me a bit. Not in a bad way. I just wanted to live more of my life for myself. I wanted to work. I wanted to leave the computer science club because even though I loved it, I was starting to hate it because Jerry was the one who convinced me to join when he realized I had an interest in tech.

“I just… wanted freedom. From him. And things were only getting worse the older I got, especially with Teddy always in his ear.” She sighed. “I guess he figured out that I was planning to go to college and never come back, so he hid all my important documents from me. Not that I had them in the first place because I was still a kid, but at least I used to know where he kept them.

“I turned the house upside down, but I didn’t find them. And that’s why I got stuck here for so long. With a joint bank account. Him having access to my phone records. A doctor he used to slip extra money to know if my hymen broke—”

“That fucking—” Zain hissed, jumping to his feet. His fists clenched at his sides as his eyes flared. “I’m going to kill him.”

Her first instinct was to rush over and get him to calm down. But she was too weak to. Talking about all she’d been through was draining. It wasn’t as liberating as she imagined. “Please sit down, Zain,” she whispered.

“Zain,” Damon said calmly. “Taeja needs you to listen. You’ll do what you need to do after.”

Zain stared them down. Taeja swallowed hard as his fists tightened with the passing second. A nerve-wracking minute passed before he sighed and sat down.

Shoulders slackening, Taeja looked at her nails. “And despite all that he did, I still love him. You guys probably think I’m stupid for that, but I miss the more easy-going dad I had before my mom left… The dad who used to sneak me ice-cream when Cassedi didn’t want me to eat too much sweets, and would get me all the new realistic dolls as soon as they were released.” She smiled at the memory. As it faded, she sighed. “Anyway, last summer it hit me that I was wasting my life waiting for my dad to give me freedom. I saw my schoolmates partying, drinking, and hanging up on their parents’ calls, just doing whatever the hell they wanted without a care in the world, and I loved that.

“So, I started having a bit of fun, too. Like staying out late and telling off my grandmother because of how much it angers him. Every time I did it, I always got scared he’d get stricter, but Liyah always reminded me that I should live my life for me.

“I tell her all the time that she’s my biggest motivator. Her parents aren’t rich like my dad, so she learned from a young age that whatever you want, you have to go out and get it. I always wanted to be like Liyah, so I did what I could with what little I had. I always wanted to work, but I can’t get a job with just my driver’s license. And college kids talk a lot. So, I always heard them talking about jobs you can do under the table, and that’s… what made me start selling myself.

“Being an escort was quick and easy money, but I wasn’t only in it for that. Older men make me feel pretty. Loved. Appreciated. Speaking about it now, I’m ashamed to admit it, but… I loved the attention I got from them.

“Even though I was an escort, I never slept with— Well, there were two of them. And one was my dad’s boss. Jerry found out about it, and it makes him look at me even more differently now. I know I should be happy that I’m finally getting his attention, but this isn’t how I wanted—” Taeja paused as a napkin came into her view. She knew she was crying. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, but she had no energy to wipe them, so she pushed the napkin away.

Damon sighed, moving from the desk to sit on the chair beside her. He lifted her chin, gently wiping her tears away. He gave her a small smile as he released her chin. “Continue.”

Taeja licked her lips, returning her focus to her nails as she fumbled with her fingers. “The night you guys met me at the club was just another night I was trying to get out of the house. It’s nice being home for summer break, but there’s only so much I can take. I know you probably think I’m a bad person, and I’m sorry for not tel—”

“Taeja,” came Zain’s voice. Taeja looked at him, her insides melting when she saw the look he gave her.

Understanding .

“Zain’s right,” Damon said, always understanding his brother, even when Zain didn’t say much. “You don’t need to apologize for your past. You were doing what you thought was best for you. But I do have a question, though.”

She wiped the back of her hand below her eyes. “I’m listening.”

“Are you with us for his attention or do you actually want us?” Damon asked, and her mouth fell. “Because we want you. We’ve never wanted anyone this much before. But if you’re doing this out of spite, this isn’t going to work. We’re not going to work.”

Damon’s words shook her to her core. Slamming into her like a truck and knocking the wind out of her lungs.

“No!” Taeja rushed out, shaking her head back and forth. “I’m not using you. Either of you—” She looked between them, seeing Zain’s impassive face and Damon’s perplexed expression. “I want you both. I told you that a few weeks ago. I know I’m not the best at decision-making lately, but I’m sure about this. I’m sure about us .”

Damon smiled, then patted his thigh. “Come here.”

Taeja didn’t hesitate to move onto his lap. His hands rested on her waist as she laid her head on his chest and looked at Zain.

Damon’s hands moved from her waist and rested on her back, his fingers trailing obscure patterns on her. “You’re with us now. You don’t have to worry about your father or anyone else. We want you to focus on you.”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his body, holding him tighter. “Thanks for being understanding, Damon.”

He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, making her eyes flutter closed. “I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I weren’t understanding, would I?”

When she opened her eyes, they met Zain’s. “I want to hear what you have to say.”

“Damon already said anything I could’ve said,” Zain answered.

“Does it change how either of you see me?” she asked while leaning up so she could see Damon’s face, too. “I might act like it, but I promise I’m not a whore. I’ve only been with—”

Damon scowled. “Okay, enough. I don’t like thinking about you with anyone except Zain.”

Taeja couldn’t stop the snicker that escaped her. “You get jealous easily, you know that?”

“You’re everything I want,” Damon said, leaning in to kiss her neck. His grip around her waist tightened while her skin sweetly tingled as he showered her with affection. “I’d be a fool not to get jealous over you.”

Taeja smiled when he pulled away and stared into her eyes. Damon looked into the depths of her soul, his eyes shining bright with admiration, while hers were more intense.

It was a foreign, yet welcomed feeling. Her heart raced. The blood pumped through her veins faster. And a feather-light feeling blossomed in her stomach as Damon held her captive in his gaze.

Fueled by this strong passion, she leaned forward and kissed him. Hard. Her lips said all the things her mouth yearned to say, but couldn’t because it was a feeling she couldn’t quite understand. She only knew that she wanted to kiss him until her very last breath.

And she would’ve if he didn’t pull away first.

“Can I get dessert now?” he joked.

Taeja chuckled and got off of him. “Nope.”

Damon sighed as he returned to his desk chair. He resumed eating while Taeja sat on the edge of his desk and watched him. Over the next several minutes, they chatted and joked with each other. Damon’s lunch break ended minutes ago, but they were too engrossed by each other to care.

As the laughter died down, Taeja wiped tears from her eyes. “Listen, it nuh funny. I thought I was going to die! My dress was stuck on a branch, so I was hanging upside down for two minutes before Jerry come outta door come see mi. I was wearing a thong that day, so he saw everything . To this day, mi still embarrassed.”

Damon chuckled. “Why didn’t you call Liyah?”

“My phone fell out of my hand. It was lying on the lawn looking up at me. I had no choice but to scream until someone came outside. Good thing it wasn’t the neighbors.” Taeja sighed as she made herself more comfortable in Damon’s hold. They were cuddled on the sofa while Zain sat at the desk, swaying the chair side-to-side while catching and throwing a paper ball. “Your turn,” she said to Zain.

Zain stopped throwing and catching the paper ball. “My most embarrassing moment is…” He paused. “When I was rushing for a frat. I survived the hazing, but the last thing they wanted us to do was beat our dicks and come on a cookie. The last person to come needed to eat it or none of us would make line.”

Taeja’s eyes widened. “Wa?!” she exclaimed, and Zain nodded. Taeja shivered, her mind drifting to all her school associates who were in fraternities. “What did you do?”

“I lost.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. “I—”

Zain and Damon burst out laughing. Realizing she’d been played, Taeja pouted and yanked herself out of Damon’s hold.

“Come back here.” Damon pulled her against him despite her grumble of resistance.

“Should’ve seen the look on your face,” Zain said as his laughter died down.

Taeja rolled her eyes and looked away to a painting on the wall, but her eyes kept darting to Zain. This was the second time she saw him this at ease and carefree, allowing himself to laugh. She liked this side of him. “Mi nuh like unu.”

“Sure you don’t,” Damon said.

Zain snickered before saying to Taeja, “I didn’t make line because I didn’t do it. Anyway, my most embarrassing moment was high school. It was prank day of senior week, and I brought fart spray. I think it was a faulty bottle because it burst inside my book bag. I smelled so foul.” Zain scowled. “Fuck, it’s like I can smell it whenever I talk about it.”

“Why are you leaving out the best part?” Damon asked. “Tell her how the scent had you vomiting so bad, we skipped school so I could bring you home. Baby, I had to help him walk all the way home because he was too sick, and no taxis wanted to carry him. I’d never walked for an hour nonstop before. I had to eat the entire night to recharge.”

Zain smirked. “You made some soup for me, lit all of mom’s candles in my room, and stayed with me in case I got sicker.”

Taeja smiled. “Aww! Unu love each other, and eva a gwan like unu hate each other more than anybody else.”

Zain scoffed, then started throwing and catching the paper ball again.

“What are brothers for?” Damon asked, smiling. “Who else was going to keep you out of trouble if not me?”

“Myself,” Zain retorted, then his voice lowered, taking a dark tone. “But I really needed you that day…”

Damon’s expression went grim too, and Taeja’s brows furrowed as she looked between them. Her curiosity got the best of her, but she knew better than to ask. If it was something they wanted to share, they would’ve done so.

Wanting to get the mood back to how lively it was, Taeja gently nudged Damon’s side with her elbow. “Tell me yours.”

Damon groaned. “Nothing comes to mind right now.”

“Yeah? I can name a few,” Zain said.

Damon glared at Zain. “See, baby? This is why I don’t like him. Having a twin is all fun and games until it gets to moments like these.”

Taeja chuckled. “This is a judgment-free zone. Tell me or else Zain ago tell me sum way more embarrassing from Wappy kill Phillop.”

“Hm, let me see… Okay, I got one. Zain, do you remember that time we went to that fair in high school?”

“When you got stuck on the ferris wheel?” Zain asked.

Seeing Damon nod, Taeja rolled her eyes. “That nuh embarrassing!”

“I haven’t got to the best part,” Damon said. “I was on the ferris wheel with the girl I was dating. It got stuck for half an hour at the top and we were dying of boredom, so we started touching each other. She was sucking my dick, and I was too focused on that to pay attention to the ferris wheel moving again. When we got to the bottom, everyone was wide-eyed with their cameras while my dick was out.”

Taeja burst out laughing. “A good! A long time yu likkle and whoring.”

“Whoring?” Damon scoffed. “I’m not a man-whore if I only fuck one person at a time. ”

“I guess you’re right.”

The corner of his lips quirked upward before he looked away, focusing on the high-rise buildings that populated the surrounding area. “The pictures being out there for everyone to see is what got me into tech. I know this is the internet and nothing ever gets deleted from it — unless you know the right places to hide stuff.” Damon grinned. “It was a nice picture though. Why are you looking at me like that? Everyone said I have a pretty dick.”

“It would look prettier in my mouth.”

Damon’s eyes shone as he sat more upright. “Yes?”

Taeja nodded. “It’s time for dessert. Are these walls soundproof?”

“Very.”

Taeja smiled. Her blood rushed to her core, craving Damon’s dick in her as seconds passed by. She came out of his hold and knelt before him, her fingers fumbling with his belt. She knew Damon wanted her, too. He wanted her from the moment she walked in — so it was surprising when he stopped her.

“Wait,” he said.

“I want you now,” Taeja said, pushing away his hands and reaching for his belt.

“ Taeja .”

She looked at him with her brows knitted. “You don’t want me?”

“I always want you,” he reassured quickly. “There’s nothing more I want than to take you all over this office and make you scream my name so loud everyone will wonder if the walls were ever soundproof to begin with. But I have the ring in, baby, I have to go take it out.”

The ring.

Whew.

Her hands moved to rest on her lap.

Did she want him to use it? Eventually.

But was she ready? Right now?

Zain fucked her senseless an hour ago, and she was still sore. Could she manage Damon and his painfully tempting apadravya?

Of course.

Taeja Marley loved a challenge .

“I want you to use it.”

Damon’s eyes briefly widened before a small smirk crawled on his face. “Okay.” He stood and offered her a hand.

“Let me suck it—”

“I want to be inside you right now, baby.” His eyes darted to his open palm before meeting her eyes. “Let me fuck you while Zain watches.”

Taeja looked at Zain. He was clearing Damon’s desk.

A small smile played on her lips. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but the way her guys worked in sync always amazed her.

Tearing her focus off Zain, she looked at Damon. She laid her hand in his — softness mixing with a coarse texture — and he helped her to her feet. He led her to his desk and lifted her by the waist onto it. He started loosening his tie.

Watching him, she slipped her long legs out of the underwear. She was almost ashamed of how damp the crotch was. It was like these men were a remote that controlled her body — making her drip whenever they desired, making her horny whenever their handsome faces or built bodies crossed her mind.

Was this what a stable relationship looked like?

Taeja loved it here.

Licking her lips, she looked from Damon to Zain. He was sitting on the sofa now, watching intently, like he always did. Smirking, Taeja tossed the panty toward him, and Zain caught it with ease. She opened her mouth to tease him, but a yelp escaped. Damon had grabbed her by the legs and yanked her toward him. When did he get out of his shirt and drop his pants to his ankles?

Taeja gulped when her eyes settled on his dick. Semi-erect. Head swollen with need. Metal piercing winking at her.

“Do you trust me?” Damon asked.

Taeja dragged her eyes from his dick, meeting his eyes. She nodded without thinking. Maybe it was foolish to say, but she trusted this man since the first night she met him. “I do,” she breathed.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Taeja smiled at the softness in his voice. “I trust you, Damon,” she said, locking her legs around him. Bringing her hand between them, she grabbed his dick and used her thumb to trace the barbells poking out the sides of his dick. It was cold to the touch, and she wondered if it’d feel the same inside her. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine as she lined his dick with her entrance.

Damon continued to quietly watch her, his eyes swirling with intrigue and anticipation. Inhaling a long breath, she slowly eased his dick inside her pussy, gasping at the foreign feeling. The cold barbells pressed against her walls as his dick settled inside her, filling her up and making her clit throb faster.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked.

Taeja nodded, looking at the ceiling. She felt them looking at her, making goosebumps settle all over her skin. “I am… just… go slow.”

Damon leaned down above her, linking their fingers, and trapping her hands on either side of her. His dick inched further into her, making the cold piercing rub her walls more and more. A low moan passed her lips and Damon smirked, holding her gaze while slowly thrusting into her. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” Taeja breathed. “ Great .”

“I told you,” he said before kissing her. Slow, but hard.

Taeja’s eyes locked tightly, her heart racing as Damon kissed and fucked her. His tongue jutted inside her mouth, tangling with hers oh so sweetly. Damon smirked into the kiss, possibly loving how much she submitted to him.

As gratifying as the kiss was, she could barely focus on his lips on her mouth.

All that was on her mind was his dick in her pussy.

The piercing massaging her walls.

The surge of pleasure caused her walls to clamp tightly around him, his size increasing with every passing second. It was amazing how the metal rubbed against her G-Spot, muddling her senses, and leaving her on a sweet, sweet edge.

Damon’s strokes increased as he pulled away from her mouth and trailed kisses along her jawline. Down her neck. On her chest, then kissing her hard nipples through her thin dress.

Loud, breathy moans poured from her mouth. Unfiltered and raw, just like how Damon fucked her.

He pounded her pussy with no mercy. Like a bull untamed, and she absolutely loved it. Every time the piercing hit her most sensitive spot, she screamed for more .

More and more until he had nothing left to give.

“Fuck me harder,” Taeja cried, her fingers tightening around his and her nails digging into his skin. Her orgasm was so close it was shocking. “Damon, I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” he panted, releasing her hands, and standing to his full height. He looped his arms around her thighs and lifted her body slightly, setting her at an angle where he was thrusting down into her.

“Oh, God,” Taeja moaned, her walls constricting tighter around him. The piercing felt even better now. “Don’t stop!” she screamed, her eyes opening to watch him.

The look on Damon’s face almost had her crumbling right there.

His soft lips parted wide. Breathy moans poured down on her. The complete focus of trying not to orgasm.

That was exactly how she felt — wanting to come, but not ready for this ecstasy to peak yet. So, all she could do was drag her nails across the table and moan unabashedly as Damon took her from above.

“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, his eyes darting up to meet hers. “You like this? You like being fucked on my desk?”

Taeja nodded, unable to mumble anything sensible. Damon’s strokes were so long and hard now. She couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her eyes tightened, and she released herself with a scream. Damon’s thrusts became sloppy as he fucked her through her orgasm and reached his right after. His dick rutted her insides as they explored this sweet feeling together. It was blinding; Taeja wouldn’t be able to look at him the same ever again. She released a long breath as the aftershocks released their grip on her body and made her legs go limp.

Spent as he was, Damon smirked. “I’ve never felt you come that hard before.”

“You never fucked me like that before,” she said with a tired grin.

“I fuck her better,” came Zain’s voice, and Damon and Taeja looked at him.

Suddenly feeling shy, Taeja sat up and buried her face in the crook of Damon’s neck. Her senses were so clouded by Damon and his demon dick, nothing else had existed in that moment but them. “I’m not answering that,” Taeja said .

Damon chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” Taeja said, pulling away to pucker her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her — slow and sweet, the opposite of how ruthlessly he fucked her moments ago. Breaking apart for air, she smiled at him. “I loved that.”

“The kiss or my dick?”

“Both,” she laughed. “I want you to always use it now.”

Damon smirked at her before glancing at Zain. “Did you hear hear that?”

Zain rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. I’m never piercing mine.”

“You get pleasure from it, too.”

Taeja gasped. “You felt it, too?”

Damon nodded. “That’s why I was holding back at first. I didn’t want to come before you did.”

Taeja nodded. When she’d done her research on the piercing, she thought the websites were spreading propaganda that men felt pleasure from it, too. Looking at Zain, she asked, “Why don’t you want to pierce it?”

“I’m fine with my dick how it is, and I know you are, too,” Zain replied.

Taeja rolled her eyes at Zain’s smirk. “Mi cya stand yu. And I’m glad yours isn’t pierced because I can barely take all of that already.”

Damon scoffed as Zain’s smirk widened. He stepped away from Taeja. “Let’s get you cleaned up. The bathroom’s this way.”

Taeja nodded and allowed him to lift and carry her into the bathroom. Cum trailed down her inner thigh.

There wasn’t a shower, so he placed her atop the sink, wet a rag, and cleaned her right there. She smiled at how soothingly he did it. Damon loved taking care of people. That was no doubt the trait she admired the most about him.

“You were great,” Damon said.

Taeja smiled. “I guess you were great, too,” she teased, making him laugh.

“You should visit me at the office more.”

“You’ll never get any work done.”

“Doing you is work.”

“Bwoy… Mi nuh know why yu stay so. ”

Damon chuckled as he dried his hands with a paper towel. “Your pussy is swollen. Don’t put your panties back on.”

“I don’t know why, but that made you ten times sexier.”

“Only ten?”

Taeja playfully rolled her eyes as they returned to the office.

Zain put away his phone and looked at them. “Ready?” he asked, and Taeja nodded. Zain looked at Damon. “Your place tonight?”

Damon nodded before looking at Taeja. He pulled her to him by the waist and kissed her temple. Lowering himself to her ear, he said, “Give Zain headaches today. I’ll give you one orgasm for every headache you give him.”

Taeja snickered. “Sounds like you’re trying to kill me.”

“You’ll die with a smile on your face.”

She laughed and walked toward the door that Zain held open. “Bye, Damon.”

“Take care of her,” Damon threatened Zain.

“Going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Zain said, slamming the door shut behind him.

Taeja gasped as they walked toward the lobby. “Yu nago tek care a mi? Mi a the only woman yago have fi the rest a yu life ino.”

“Yet I’m the headache?”

Taeja blushed. “You heard that?” she asked, and he nodded. “I promise not to give you any headaches. Mi cya tek no more dick today… or tomorrow.”

“We’ll see,” Zain plainly stated, before changing the topic. “Do you wanna go home or run errands with me?”

Her brows raised. “You’re not coming home?”

“No,” he answered. “Going to get a re-twist.”

“Me a come!” she insisted, and Zain looked at her, his brow raised. “I go to college. I know how re-twists go.”

“I would never cheat on you.”

She smiled. “I know, but mi a come still—” she paused when they arrived in the reception hall.

Cavaughn was by the counter and Taeja stopped walking to stare. Taeja was as straight as an arrow, but Cavaughn had her questioning her sexuality. The woman looked so ravishing, so regal. From her posture to the way she dressed. Sure, Cav looked beautiful earlier, but that mind-blowing orgasm had Taeja in a better mood. She was seeing things she overlooked before — like that pretty tulip-shaped pendant on the silver necklace Cav wore. It gleamed as Cav approached Taeja and Zain.

Taeja smiled at Cavaughn. “Wasn’t expecting to see you again.”

Cavaughn gasped, holding her chest as she feigned hurt. “Wow, people usually say that to Gavin. Not me.”

Taeja laughed. “I meant it in a good way.”

“I figured,” Cavaughn said with a smile. Her eyes darted to Zain before settling on Taeja. “I hope you stop by again sometime. I’m a part of the team for Damon’s video game, and I appreciate what you did for us.”

Taeja smiled. “Of course, no problem. Sometimes fresh eyes do the trick.”

Cavaughn’s lips quirked upward slightly. “I know what you mean,” she said before looking behind Taeja. “I have to go. It was nice seeing you both. Excuse me. Gavin!” The clack of heels bounced around the room as she rushed off.

Taeja’s brows furrowed as she and Zain entered the elevator. “Why mi feel like she know that I just had sex with her boss?”

“She does,” Zain replied as he pressed the button for the lobby.

Taeja’s eyes widened, her heart racing. “What?! How?! Mi nuh smell like sex, and Damon nuh hickey me up too much—”

“You really believed when Damon said the walls are soundproof?”