Chapter 22
Damien
As usual, when I come tonight, I find her sitting primly on the couch, waiting for me. Maybe if she knew what I have planned for her, she wouldn’t wait quite so calmly.
I was conflicted after our conversation last night. Unexpectedly happy to connect with her on some deeper level, but also scared. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her.
Because the rat hasn’t been found, and someone has a lot of information. Maybe even access to the cameras. I’ve checked and double-checked, and it doesn’t seem possible. And yet, the rat has an impossible level of information.
Whoever stole the nanochip must have been aware that Seraphina knew nothing about it. And it feels plausible that now, they’re aware she does know.
I’ve just planted a big motherfucking red X on her back. If anything happens to her, I’ll have only myself to blame.
The responsible thing might just be to disconnect the feed to her apartment, since I’m worried someone might be accessing it.
But I’ve never been all that responsible.
Plus, disconnecting the feed means not being able to watch her.
And, while I may be using the cameras to satisfy my stalkerish tendencies, they also allow me to protect her.
I’ve never been one to be indecisive, and this whole situation is frustrating the hell out of me.
Especially because the constant worry is making me realize something very annoying. I care.
And I’m not supposed to. At least, not like that.
She belongs to me. I’ve never had any intention to start chatting with her, not in any meaningful way, at least, and I’m not about to start now.
Tonight, she’ll remember who owns her. I’ll make sure of it.
Before she’s even had time to greet me, I lift her effortlessly and toss her onto the bed, a little harder than I mean to.
I search for the handcuffs I know are hidden behind a concealed zipper in the headboard.
All our beds are made to order like that, because you never know.
Though I haven’t used them on another girl since I became obsessed with her last year.
And I haven’t felt the need to use them on her either.
She’s always so submissive in bed, but tonight I want to explore her limits.
In a flash, I’ve imprisoned her wrists in the cuffs, though I know she wouldn’t move if I told her not to. But seeing her helpless like this does something to me.
I’ve laid her down on her stomach this time. I don’t want to look her in the eye. Her sweet little face has been on my mind far too much lately. I don’t want her to talk to me. I don’t want to answer, and I know I would.
Every time I close my eyes, I see that upturned face, asking me questions, begging for kisses. I’m not supposed to give. I’m Damien Fucking Wells. I take.
But I can feel myself falling, further and further, into some strange emotional state, and I need to put a stop to it. When her violet eyes aren’t filling my dreams, Vale’s hungry ones are haunting my nightmares. I need to take control. I’m slipping.
So, I turn her on her stomach, breathing easier when her eyes are buried in a pillow.
A moment later, I’ve torn off her nightgown. She’s only wearing a pair of see-through lace panties underneath, and she lies panting before me in all her naked glory.
I glide my hands under her, pausing at her perfect creamy breasts, cupping them and marveling at how well they fit in my palms. I twist her nipples and grunt as she squirms, not realizing that as she does so, she lifts her bottom higher for me, and I see that her panties are already wet.
No, soaked.
I stuff two pillows under her, keeping her like that. Then I grasp her ankles and slip them in the two pairs of cuffs hidden in the base of the bed. Her thighs are spread, giving me access to everything.
I rake my hands over her body, admiring the light red lines I leave that dissolve quickly. Far too quickly. I’d like to mark her permanently.
Then, as one of my hands returns to her nipples, the other inches its way toward her panties.
I press the thin fabric against her wet folds as she sharply inhales, then moans with lust, her bottom still managing to quiver in spite of her taut position. I glide a finger back and forth against the cotton, drenching her panties completely with her arousal.
Then I rip them off and plunge my finger into her pussy, while she bucks, her moans growing louder.
When I finger her like this, I’m always reminded she’s a virgin still, and it makes my cock grow even harder.
I still can’t understand why I haven’t taken her fully yet.
Maybe some part of me wonders if, captive like this, she can fully consent to it.
Though deep down, I haven’t had a doubt about it since the very first time she saw me, when all it took for her to melt in my arms was my hand in her hair.
She’s always wanted me, just as much as I’ve always wanted her.
I guess I’m the one who’s bothered she’s a captive. For all my thoughts of keeping her forever, I don’t quite want to do it this way. I want her to be free the day I deflower her.
My other hand leaves her breast to find the little nub hidden in her folds. I tease it for a few moments, but leave it when she starts bucking more, her pussy spasming around my finger.
Not tonight, little pet.
My finger still buried within her, I part her bottom with my other hand, and find her other entrance.
I press a knuckle against it, and she tenses.
I’ve only fingered her there once, and it was because she’d asked me to hurt her.
But she liked it, and I’m going to make her like it again.
I lift my hand up, but only so I have room to stretch out my thumb, plunging it into her hard and fast, pushing past the ring of muscles that clenches against me.
The pleasurable moans turn into a gasp of discomfort, but her pain only turns me on more.
I drive into her ass hard with my thumb while my middle finger finds her clit again.
I slide another finger into her tight pussy, and groan when she starts to buck up again, displaying her bottom and the wetness between her thighs.
Soon, she’s lost to the pleasure and pain, and it’s all I can do to stop just when she starts to spasm around my finger again.
I withdraw from her pussy while punishing her bottom harder, and she whimpers in frustration.
I choose that moment to reveal my plans. “You’ve been getting just a little too curious with me lately,” I rumble in her ear. “Tonight, I’m going to show you who’s in control. I’m going to make you beg for it, but I won’t let you come. You won’t get a single orgasm.”
She inhales sharply, but her disappointment melts into pain when I finger-fuck her harder. Yet the neediness returns just as quickly, and soon she’s so frustrated she’s nearly crying. I can’t help but smirk.
I pass a finger over her folds again, but so lightly it only serves to frustrate her further.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl in her ear, nipping hard at her earlobe. “I’m going to keep you like this all night long. Tormenting you, and bringing you right to the edge, but never letting you come.”
Her arousal coats my finger, and my cock grows painfully hard. Not letting her come means not coming myself, but it’s worth it. It turns me on so much to see her find pleasure in pain and denial. We make a perfect pair, because hurting and denying my pet are two of my favorite things.
I wait a few moments for her arousal to lessen, my finger stilling in her ass, then I enter her pussy again.
I thrust two fingers into her, reveling in the obscene wet slapping sounds they make.
She squirms deliciously under me, and I keep going, fucking her in both holes until she’s a quivering mess.
Too soon, I feel her pussy begin to spasm again around my fingers, and this time, it’s hard to withdraw. I really want to make her come after all, which surprises me, but I’m a man of my word. I’m a Devil. And if I go back on my promise, she’ll never believe me again.
So, I remove my fingers and she lets out a cry of need, twitching under me, arching toward me desperately. I reward her with a ringing smack on her bottom.
“Behave, pet,” I snort.
Then I lie down on top of her, crushing her body against mine, inhaling the scent of her, feeling her lithe form beneath mine, pressing my hard-on against her perfect thighs.
Fuck. She’s so sexy.
I could cream my boxers just by touching her like this. But that’s not going to happen again. I decide to take a pause, allow us both to wind down before I resume my torment, but the door knocks, interrupting all my plans. I spit out a volley of curse words as my pet tenses.
Goddammit. Why won’t those idiots ever leave me alone?
I drag myself off her reluctantly and walk toward the bedroom door.
I look back, drinking in the sight of her, her wrists still tied to the headboard, her bottom pushed up by the pillows, her thighs glistening with her recent arousal.
Her current arousal, I realize, as a little bead of moisture trickles down her thigh.
She wants more, even though she knows I’ll only leave her frustrated in the end.
And I have every intention of continuing, and making her suffer all night long. It kills me to walk away now, no matter how temporarily, but I know they wouldn’t bother me if it wasn’t important.
Sighing, I close the bedroom door behind me, shifting to try to hide my arousal.
I walk toward the entrance, hoping that whatever it is won’t keep me from her too long.
I smile as the vision of her trussed up in that bedroom, just waiting for me, dances before my eyes.
I wonder how long I can leave her like that.
Probably an hour or two. Time enough for me to deal with whatever bullshit the boys couldn’t handle on their own.
And to make returning to her all the more delicious.
I manage to hide my erection under the vest I’ve tossed over my arm. I open the door, and Vale’s standing in front of me.