Chapter Seventeen
Diana
“ P ull up your dress.”
Goosebumps race across my skin as he growls his command in a gravelly voice. My mind races, torn between obeying and fleeing. But the desire to please him consumes me, blocking out any thoughts of Robert. All I can think about is everything his father will do to me. Damian’s hands are like fire on my body, making me crave more and more of his touch. I timidly reach for the hem of my dress, still held by his strong hand, and lift it over my hips, baring myself from the waist down. My wide eyes meet his intense gaze as I ask innocently, “Is this what you want?”
With a firm grasp on my thigh, he commands me to open for him. I obediently comply, sinking into the plush couch as his hand moves up to my arousal. Our breaths mingle in the air, both of us trembling with anticipation. I expected him to ravish me right then and there, but he surprises me with his restraint.
“You’re dripping,” he whispers against my ear. “Have you always been this desperate for me, Diana?” And before I can even answer, he plunges two fingers inside of me without warning.
“Yes,” I moan, writhing under his touch as my body instinctively craves more of him.
“Show me how much you’ve always desired this.”
“How?” My voice trembles as I question him.
“Come here,” he whispers in a low, seductive tone.
I hesitate but ultimately give in to his command. As I get closer, I see him lean back, legs spread wide. His fingertips glisten with the proof of my desire as he pats his thigh, beckoning for me to straddle it.
With shaky hands, I grip his shoulders for balance and lower myself onto his fingers again. He thrusts them inside me relentlessly, sending uncontrollable whimpers pouring from my parted lips. My body writhes under his skilled touch, yearning for more.
“Tell me what you want, Diana,” he purrs as if he doesn’t already know the answer to his own question.
“Your hard cock inside of me,” I gasp, my hips rocking in a desperate search for release. Damian’s gaze is intense, full of unbridled desire, as he dips down to suckle on my sensitive nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. A whimper escapes my lips and he smirks up at me, his eyes glittering with wicked intent.
“Remove your dress,” he orders softly, his voice dripping with control and dominance. And I obey without hesitation, knowing that whatever comes next will be nothing short of mind-blowing. “When’s the last time my son made you come, Diana?” It sounds like it’s dragged from his lips, rough and brutal. “When’s the last time anyone took care of you the way you truly deserved to be worshiped and admired?”
“I-I don’t know,” I answer mindlessly as his fingers pump me faster, I think I might actually die If I don’t come soon.
“You don’t know?” He asks, caressing my now bare breasts as he sucks one into his mouth while fingering me faster. Licking and sucking, and everything feels amazing. I barely get a chance to enjoy it all before I’m orgasming, my toes curling, and my back bowing.
He growls, his voice scraping against his throat. “When’s the last time my boy made you feel alive, Diana? When’s the last time someone worshipped you the way you deserve?”
His fingers move with practiced precision, igniting a fire inside me that threatens to consume every inch of my being. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, but I don’t know If I can withstand the intensity building within me.
“I-I’m not sure,” I gasp, trying to form coherent words as he continues to ravish me with his touch. His lips find my exposed breasts, sending sparks through my body as his fingers continue their relentless assault. As waves of pleasure crash over me, my body betrays me, arcing and trembling in response to his expert ministrations.
The moment our lips touch, a fierce fire ignites within me. Damian’s kiss is like a drug, and I am completely addicted. He dominates my mouth with his tongue, claiming me as his own. It’s almost painful, but I can’t get enough.
As he pulls away, my heart races with desire for this man who should be forbidden to me. But the intense attraction between us is too strong to resist. My mind struggles to make sense of these overwhelming feelings towards my soon-to-be father-in-law.
I beg him not to stop, craving more of his touch. And when he allows me to take charge, a new side of me emerges - the confident woman who knows how to please men. Straddling Damian, I guide him inside of me, savoring every inch of his larger size compared to Robert.
With each thrust, waves of pleasure course through my body. This pleasure is unlike anything I have ever felt before, and judging by Damian’s expression, he is experiencing it just as intensely. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, reaching a state of pure ecstasy as he fills me completely. This is bliss beyond words, and I never want it to end.
I cling to the knowledge that I hold all the power as his strong hands grip my hips and guide me up and down on his throbbing cock. The heady sense of control overwhelms me, but as he fills me with each powerful thrust, I begin to lose myself in the pleasure. My moans escape my lips more urgently now as I push his hands away and give a mischievous smile.
“I’m calling the shots now, Daddy,” I whisper seductively. “You better not dare move.”
With one hand pressed firmly against his toned stomach and the other behind him for leverage, I ride him relentlessly. Each movement brings me closer to ecstasy, but I want to savor every moment of this incredible pleasure. My pace becomes frenzied as he grasps at my breasts, kneading them eagerly in his skilled hands.
“God, you feel so fucking amazing,” he growls, his gaze filled with primal desire. “Keep going.” Our bodies are locked in a passionate dance, moving as one in pursuit of mutual satisfaction.
I obey his commands, my body moving in a way that drives him wild. I can feel the walls of my core tightening around his hard cock as my orgasm builds, fueled by his skilled touch and commanding presence. I gaze down at his face, contorted with a blend of pleasure and pain.
“Do you want to come for your daddy?” His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. I increase my pace, his strong hands gripping my hips and guiding me faster, rougher.
I nod eagerly, feeling the heat rising within me. He’s close too, I can sense it in the way his member throbs inside me, ready to explode.
“Then do it,” he whispers urgently. And I do, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through my body. I cry out his name as my release washes over me, causing my entire body to tremble. His fingers dig into my skin as he watches intently, taking in every detail of my passionate response. And when I finally relax around him, he flips me over onto my back.
I gasp as he enters me from behind, a new angle that ignites even more sensations within me. He grabs hold of my wrists and pins them above my head as he pounds into me relentlessly. His breath is hot against my neck and his skin is slick with sweat as we move together in perfect harmony. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn,” he growls hoarsely in my ear, igniting another wave of desire within me. And I wait with bated breath for what comes next.
“Now it’s Daddy’s turn,” he growls hoarsely in my ear, igniting another wave of desire within me. And I wait with bated breath for what comes next.
My body is trembling, every nerve on edge as I struggle to catch my breath. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable, and the wetness seeping from me only intensifies the need pulsing through me.
He holds me firmly in place, his hands gripping my wrists as he plunges deep inside of me. Each thrust sends a new wave of pleasure through my body, making me cry out and beg for more.
Time seems to disappear as I lose myself in the sensations that only he can give me. His cock feels hard and throbbing inside of me, aching to release its load.
He releases my wrists and grips my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounds into me. With a hoarse voice, he groans, “We didn’t grab a condom.”
But I reassure him, “It’s okay, I’m on
the pill. Just come for me.”
That’s all it takes for him to let go. With a low growl, he spills himself inside of me. The feeling of his hot seed filling me pushes me over the edge once again, sending me moaning loudly as my body trembles with pleasure.
Damian collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. At this moment, guilt should be consuming me, but all I feel is relief. He pulls me closer to his side and embraces me tightly.
We lay there for what feels like an eternity, his hand stroking my hair softly. My head rests against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. And despite everything else going on in my mind, I can’t help but notice that he smells just like my fiance.
* * *
As I quickly gather my clothes and start to dress, I feel a mix of emotions swirling in my mind. I don’t know what to say or how to feel about everything we just did. Damian is not just another client; he’s Robert’s father and my father-in-law.
“Diana,” he says sternly, reaching for my hand. “Our deal still stands, correct?”
“Deal?” I question, trying to hide the turmoil within me.
“You said you would quit,” Damian reminds me.
“Damian…I can’t just quit. How am I going to support Robert and myself? He’ll quit school if he notices we’re struggling.”
“I said I’ll take care of it,” Damian insists with determination.
“What are you going to do, make up for my lost income?” I scoff, feeling conflicted by his offer.
“You know I can,” he replies calmly.
“Why would you do that?” I ask, confusion evident in my voice.
“Because I can, and I will,” Damian answers confidently. “You have my word.”
“That’s not an answer,” I argue weakly.
“I’ll be your only client then,” he states firmly. My mouth opens and closes in disbelief, rendering me speechless.
“You know where to find me,” Damian says before kissing me again.
Despite our undeniable connection, I am still reeling from the magnitude of what just happened.
The decision was being forced upon me, leaving me with little choice but to accept. Yet, could this be such a terrible outcome? With only one client to cater to, my life would surely become less chaotic. But then again, wouldn’t it feel like I was in a relationship with Damian? The thought made me uneasy. My job had always been about anonymity and detachment, simply providing a service for a good time and good pay. But now, it seemed like boundaries would be blurred and an intimate connection forged. That goes against everything I’ve known so far.