Chapter 13
Oh, my... this is awesome.
Youve never been to the Hamptons before?
No, not until now.
Damiens knife froze midair, its edge poised over a juicy strawberry, as he glanced up from his task of chopping vegetables and fruit for breakfast. He looks up curiously to watch me wander around the mansion. I have a cup of hot coffee in my hands and I’m only wearing one of his flannels. I lost my panties at some point during the night and, honestly, Im not interested in getting them back.
When he told me he wanted me to spend the night with him, I didnt think this is what he meant.
I didn’t think he meant an entire weekend getaway.
Instead of taking me to his apartment, Damien surprised me Thursday night by waiting for me with two sets of packed bags.
He didnt say anything to me, but instead ushered me into the sports car and drove for almost three hours until we arrived at a property in The Hamptons, a place so large that just the driveway alone made me feel lost.
The home is at least four or five stories tall, and is a completely remodeled mansion. It’s been decorated in shades of white and beige, with touches of light wood and dark stone that stand out through the floors and the imposing fireplaces.
The mansion has an open, contemporary style. Damien stated upon arrival that this property once belonged to his parents, but a few years ago he bought it from them to make into his summer home, and after that he had it completely remodeled.
This is where I come when I need to get away from the world for a while, he had said to me when wearrived.
Now, the sunrise is visible through the glass windows that completely cover one of the back walls of the house. Past that is an infinity pool, and beyond that, there’s a lake that appears to be as vast as the sea which has been painted gold by the rising sun.
This is completely mind-blowing.
Damien comes over to me calmly, and sets down the cup of coffee he was drinking on one of the wooden tables that decorate the dining room. He settles himself at my back, allowing me to lay my head against his bare chest as he wraps his arms around my waist.
The scent of sex still clings to his skin, as does the scent of clean sweat, which is further intermingled with the typical woody notes of his perfume. I’ve come to love all of these scents that make me crave him in a way that is impossible to explain.
Sighing, I take another sip of coffee. I could stay here forever, I whisper, gazing out at this peaceful view.
We can do that, if thats what you want, he replies, his voice low and caring.
Damien runs his fingers delicately down my neck, pushing my hair aside.
His mouth finds my skin. I feel the brush of his lips as he follows the path of my veins that runup my shoulders, up from my neck, and behind my ears.
I sigh and close my eyes, losing myself in his touch. We cant do it, you know that.
We can, he promises me. You only have to ask.
His voice vibrates with a fervent promise, each word imbued with an urgency that sends shivers down my spine. And it’s then that I understand that Damien will find a way, without question, to grant me whatever I ask for.
The promise is tempting, but I know I can’t give in. I shake my head and I look back at him. I can’t.
He looks at me with his dark eyes fixed on mine, analyzing my decisions.
His hands envelop my waist, dancing along my skin. He undoes one of the buttons and slips his hand under the flannel to caress my abdomen.
I immediately bite my lip and feel a tickle travel down my body and lodge in my lower belly, between my thighs.
If you could choose, tell me what your wish would be.
A smile creeps across my lips. Why, are you some kind of genie in a lamp now?
Maybe? He smiles back, but I can see in his eyes that this premise is still lingering in his thoughts, so I start to think about it.
If I could wish for anything... My wish would be this, I admit. A quiet, calm life. But I know I couldnt stay away from the stage. Not forever.
You love music. His words are a statement, not a question. I nod.
I wish more people could hear what I have to say, but I want my words to be my own. Not anyone elses. I want to compose my own songs. At the end of the day, Id rather be me. I don’t care if I’m loved or forgotten, as long as it’s for being authentic. Im sick of pretending to be what Im not.
We can change that.
No, we cant, I disagree, sighing.
Sure, we can.
Damien lifts my chin and makes me look at him.
Im the record label owner now, remember?
His words, loaded with such shattering sincerity, still amazes me. I cant wrap my head around how he could afford to buy an internationally famous record label as casually as someone would buy a pack of gum.
And what are you implying by that?
That we can change the course of your career, Andrea. Ive heard your original stuff. And Im interested in seeing what you can accomplish, and how far you can go.
Damiens words, spoken with such conviction, wash over me like a soothing balm. I feel the weight of his trust, heavy and comforting, settling in my chest. Its a foreign sensation, this unwavering belief in my abilities, and I find myself craving more of it.
Thinking about how far I can go still seems impossible. It has always seemed that way, but it’s still a dream that Ive never lost.
I just want you to be happy.
I am happy, when Im with you.
With Damien by my side, the world seems different. It seems like a better place.
He begins to caress my breasts. When his fingers manage to make my breasts erect, I know that finally, Im lost.
Damien can feel the excitement welling up in me. Lets go back to bed, I whisper.
No, he says.
He bites my ear and I moan. My hands settle against the glass.
Im so hot that I could come at the mere brush of his breath, but just to torture me, Damien reaches down with his hand. His fingers find my spot, and causes me to inadvertently moan.
My eyes close instantly. The world is lost beyond these walls.
Right here and now, only he and I exist.
Damien presses a little closer to me. His mouth alternates between his teeth clutching my earlobe and his tongue licking it. I moan louder, and the fingers that press against my sex intensify their rubbing.
Almost at the same time, I feel him pressed against my ass from behind my back, hard and firm, claiming my body as his.
From my lips sprouts his name.
Say youre mine, he orders.
I moan, feeling my whole body begin to tremble. I’m yours...you know I belong to you… completely.
A guttural sound leaves his lips. The hand he’s using to stimulate my breasts separates from my body and he loosens his pajama pants.
The tip of his cock hits my ass. Bend over, Damien commands.
I obey out of inertia. My heart is racing, and my arousal is evident in my wet thighs.
He spreads my legs and settles his member at my entrance, lifting my shirt. Youre fucking sexy, Damien murmurs.
Please, Damien... do it now, I beg.
Without haste, he sinks inside me, slowly and so deliciously. My moans rise in pitch, drifting through the warm morning air as my body continues to tense.
The feeling of having him inside me is liberating. Damien presses himself against my body, grips my hips and shoulder, then begins to move.
He rips the shirt open, exposing my breasts. Sliding his large hands over my breasts, down my stomach, and he cups my heat.
I gasp, as his fingers slip between my folds as he fucks me from behind.
And almost instantly, I come.
With the pressure of his body against mine, the rhythm of our bodies, and the sunrise as my witness, I come between his hands, completely surrendered to knowing.
Knowing that by being his, I have found freedom from all my demons.
This is the atonement I have desired for so long. A promise of the present that surges into the future, something that I could never, ever imagine deserving.
Because I have never loved anyone like this. But now I know.
I know that I love Damien McAllister, and I know that no matter what the future holds, I want us to stay together. Like this.
Surrendered, complete, and fulfilled by the pleasure of belonging.