Chapter 18
Damien
Ifully intend to stay away from her until Friday evening. I wasn’t lying. The constant threat of the Feds means we have a lot of work, and I also need to keep my thoughts focused.
But all I can think of is her. Of the way she acted when I went to visit her. Something’s changed.
She’s suffering, and I don’t know why.
Stranger still, I care.
Caring was never part of the plan. Possessing her, locking her up and making her wait, yes. But not caring.
I’ve fallen into my own trap. Now, I don’t want her to be bored. I want her to be happy.
And a little scared, too. I’d miss that spark of fear in her eyes if it disappeared completely. I want to keep her on her toes. But I don’t want anyone, or anything, to scare her but me.
And it’s become clear that something has scared her. Or someone.
I need to know more.
By Friday morning, my thoughts have grown so obsessive that I’m at her door before I’ve even had time to check the camera feed on my phone.
I look down at it as I unlock the door, and at once, all my concern melts into thin air, replaced by arousal.
She’s in the shower, and through the hot steam, I can just make out her curves. The water glistens on her creamy body, her wet hair hanging heavy around her. She’s never been more beautiful.
I creep into the apartment and cross the living room.
Discarding my own clothes first, I open the door to the bathroom and enter the shower noiselessly.
She vaguely registers my presence, but before she’s had time to turn around, I’ve pressed a hand over her mouth.
I crush her possessively to me with one arm, exploring her warm body with my free hand.
I trail a finger over her cheek, down her neck and over her breast as my hard cock pushes against her bottom.
She tries to turn toward me but I keep her pinned to me, continuing to work my hand all over her body, possessing every inch of her.
My touch carries all of the frustrations from these past few days. At being kept out of whatever secret is making my girl suffer. At being forced into caring. The world’s gone upside down, but I’m making it right again. Reminding her who owns her.
I flip her around at last and press warm lips to her. She sags into me, and I lift her up, pinning her against the wall of the shower. I press myself to her, my cock harder than ever, and it takes every inch of determination I have to refrain from entering her.
Instead, I grind against her, my cock rubbing against her glistening folds, and soon she’s moaning, her head thrown back, her lips parted.
I trap her lower lip between my teeth, sucking on it, as I speed up my rhythm.
I can’t believe I’m about to come from dry humping, but she makes me as horny as a tenth grader.
Just as she begins to spasm, waves of sensation ripping through her body, I coat her stomach with my own orgasm.
I fold her to me again, kissing her deeply, the hot water cleaning us both off.
Then I turn off the shower, wrap a thick towel around her, and carry her to bed.
I dry her off completely and lay her down on her back, removing the towel from her. Then I quickly get dressed again, but leave her unclothed on the bed, turned on by her helpless nakedness.
I take a step back to marvel at her perfect body. My sweet captive. There’s something thrilling about the thought that she’s mine to do whatever I want with. I barely know where to start.
But apparently, she does. She mumbles something under her breath.
I lie down on top of her and kiss her softly. “Yes?”
She turns a deep red and looks away.
“What is it?” I insist.
She looks up, batting those long eyelashes at me, and my cock grows painfully hard again.
“I want you to hurt me,” she whispers.
I can’t help the chuckle of surprise that escapes my lips. But though she’s still blushing, she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
“Little masochist,” I smirk, bending down to kiss her again. “Turn over.”
She does so immediately, her breath coming in quick, nervous bursts.
I slide my hand down her back and over her bottom, admiring its perfect shape. I dig my fingers into her flesh, leaving little red marks. Then I lift a hand up and bring it down in a resounding smack.
Her body flinches and she yelps with startled pain, one of her hands going backward to protect her ass.
I grab her hair and yank her head back. “Take it like a good girl.”
Between her slightly parted legs, I see her pussy glisten with arousal. Smiling, I keep smacking her until her bottom has turned a light pink, and she’s wriggling with… well, not exactly pain. More like pleasure.
“So you like being hurt, do you, pet?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
“Good girl. Now keep still. I’m not finished with you.”
She moans as I drag my fingers over her bottom, rubbing the sting out of her cheeks. Then I nudge her thighs apart, admiring the little puckered hole hidden between her cheeks.
I gave my pet her first orgasm. And now she’s going to experience another first at my hands. Balconies and memorable occasions be damned. I’m way too horny to wait.
My cock is swollen as I slip a finger once more in her folds. I know by her light quivering that she’s expecting me to remain there. She has no idea what’s coming.
I inch my way up to her bottom and part her cheeks with two fingers. The third one, still coated with her arousal, rubs over her back entrance, far more insistently than before.
She squeals in surprise, and I snort. She’s really too cute.
“You said you wanted me to hurt you, my pet, didn’t you?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes wide.
I press my finger to her hole, coated in her wetness, and she starts to wriggle again.
I haven’t even entered her, and she’s writhing beneath me, part embarrassed discomfort, part nervous anticipation.
She flies a hand up, though she doesn’t try to stop me.
It’s more like she wants to know what I’m planning.
I grab her wrists with my free hand and pin them to her back, pushing her down against the mattress, and straddle her legs. Then I turn my attention back to her bottom.
“Relax,” I murmur. “Or it’ll hurt a lot more.”
She does her best to suck in deep breaths while I continue to circle her little hole slowly, rubbing over it, until she gets used to the sensation. She even lets out a moan of pleasure. Her body untenses and sags into the mattress.
As soon as she does, I work my finger into her, pushing through the little ring of muscle.
She shrieks in surprise, and I let go of her wrists to run a soothing hand down her back.
“Shush, little pet,” I soothe her. “Open up for me.”
She does her best, but her body seems intent on pushing me out. Every inch is a battle. Little by little, I manage to ease my finger in. It’s still coated in her arousal, making it easier. At last, I’ve penetrated her entirely.
“Good girl,” I say, letting go of her wrists to stroke her cheek.
Her hands grab mine and squeeze it against her. I allow her that comfort, and keep my finger still, letting her get used to the sensation.
After a few moments, I begin to slowly thrust my finger in and out of her.
She lets out a gasp. But she doesn’t move, so I go faster.
She starts to squirm again, wincing with pain, her bottom clenching around the intrusion.
But I keep going, faster still. Her reaction turns me on, and I hungrily lick up the salty tears that make their way down her face.
“My little pet,” I purr in her ear. “My little captive. I’m going to make you come now.”
I flip her onto her back, keeping my finger lodged in her bottom, and I’m surprised to see she’s soaking. She wasn’t kidding. My girl really does like pain.
I bring my tongue to her folds and suck the moisture away.
The second my mouth leaves her pussy, she arches up for more, but the punishing finger in her bottom makes her cry out in pain.
She falls back on the mattress, body clenching around my finger.
If only she’d relax, it would be a lot less painful. But I guess that’s how she likes it.
I find her clit and roll it in my mouth, smirking as she jerks at the sensations overpowering her body. But every movement sharply reminds her of the intrusion. I can tell she’s torn between discomfort and desire.
I flit my tongue in her pussy, exploring her hot inner walls, finding the spot that makes her cry out with lust. She relaxes now for the first time, her mind entirely on my mouth, and I lap at her harder. She shudders with need.
I can’t take it anymore. My own cock is pulsing with arousal, and though I’ve already decided she’s not ready to take it yet, I need to do something to alleviate the pressure.
I guide her over me so that her pussy is on my face and her head on my crotch. My finger is still deep in her ass, but I twirl my free hand around her hair, forcing her head to remain down. The touch isn’t much, but it keeps me from being driven mad with frustration.
I don’t want to go mad, but I do want to drive her crazy.
My tongue flits in and out of her little entrance, tickling her G-spot before darting out to lap up her arousal. I alternate licking and sucking, drawing her clit into my mouth, toying with it as she squirms, occasionally using teeth if I feel like the pleasure is building too fast.
Not yet, my pet.
And every time she wriggles or moans with need, I punish her for it, finger fucking her ass so hard she cries.
At last, though, my own frustration gets the better of me.
I don’t think I can survive another second of these blue balls.
I suck her clit harder, and reach a leg over her neck to pin her down when she begins to wriggle uncontrollably above me.
I push my tongue insistently over her G-spot as my lip stays glued to her clit, and I finger her hard.
The squirming gets more desperate, accompanied by breathless yelps, and finally, I feel her spasm around me. I drink up her sweet orgasm, drawing it out for as long as possible. Then she sags on top of me, drained of energy.
Quickly, I push her off me and unzip my pants. But I don’t fully make it. Thick, hot ropes of cum fall over her bottom, but the rest of it ends up in my boxers.
I can’t remember the last time that happened.
I take a mental snapshot of the glorious sight of half my arousal glistening on her pink cheeks.
Then I jump up to grab a roll of paper towels from the kitchen.
I try to clean myself as much as possible, but there’s a large wet stain on the front of my pants.
I return to the bedroom and pat her bottom dry.
She turns to me, her eyes foggy with pleasure.
“Stay with me?” she murmurs shyly.
I wish I could. I really wish I could. But right now, it’s not just work that calls me away. I creamed my pants like a teenager, and I need to go change before the boys see it.
I kiss her softly.
“Dinner tonight,” I promise her. “Be ready at eight.”
She sighs and nods.
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The elevator doors open onto Logan, and I grunt in frustration. So much for trying to get away unnoticed.
He chortles when he takes in the damp spot spreading at my crotch.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Fuck off.”
He takes a deep breath. “Listen, Damien. You’re acting like a fucking tool. Get it together, man.”
“I mean it, Logan. Fuck off.”
He takes a second breath, this one even deeper. “You’re forcing me into a shitty position. You know I’ll never let you fall. But I’ve had to take matters into my own hands, and… maybe I shouldn’t have, but…”
I ignore his words. I don’t even know what he means, and I don’t care to find out.
I’m happy for the first time in my life. I have a little captive waiting for me, a girl who needs me just as much as I need her, a glutton for punishment. And I’ve got more plans for her up my sleeve.
Even though I know of the threats enshrouding Devil, I can’t bring myself to care just now. It all pales in comparison to my obsession. My violet-eyed girl.
The elevator dings, and the doors open onto Vale.
Bloody hell. This really is my lucky day.
His eyes take in my little incident with a gloating stare, but then he looks up at me soberly.
“We have a problem.”
Of course we do. Great. Just great.
“The Feds took Lucy.”
Well, that did it. Successfully wiped away all thoughts of my pet. I’m laser-focused again.
“Do we know why?”
“For questioning. That’s the official explanation. For questioning involving the Cole murders.”
I exchange a panicky glance with Logan. I can almost see the Devil empire falling apart before us in slow-motion. They’ve officially connected us with the Cole murders. We’re doomed.
“We need to get moving,” I say crisply. “Logan, you’ll stay here and man the ship. The rest of us need to work our connections.”
We reach the eleventh floor, where Everest and Igor are already waiting for us. I walk hurriedly down the hallway, briefing them.
“I’ll fly to D.C. Everest, you go to L.A.
Vale, New York with me.” I grit my teeth, but the truth is, Vale will be most useful to me.
He knows so many people. “Line up those power brunches. Talk to politicians. Get us a wall of protection. The only thing that can save us are our connections. Igor,” I add, glancing back at the brutish guy whose breath I can feel on the back of my neck, “whatever evidence you can find… destroy it.”
“Got it, boss,” he grunts.
Then I remember the dinner plans. Her violet eyes flash before me, sad, disappointed. A pang of guilt tempers my resolve.
Turning to Logan, I mutter, “Walk with me. I have a favor to ask of you.”
He nods, a little confused.
He follows me to my office, and so does Vincent. I snap my fingers at my assistant. “Get my car. And pack a bag. Quickly.”
“You got it, boss.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!”
He flushes a deep red and nods uncomfortably. Then he mumbles, “Uhm… but don’t you want to get changed first?”
Not even my glowering stare can stop Logan from laughing.