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The denim warmed my thighs as it slowly slid down them.
My hips lifted slightly to allow him to have my covering.
Every inch uncovered pulled me deeper toward him.
As the jeans left my feet I waited for a thud on the floor, which never came.
I peeked at him in curiosity and found him neatly folding my pants and placing them upon the dresser.
He took his place back at the foot of the bed but only for a moment.
He stood long enough to brush my calf, the smoothness of my skin against the roughness of his fingertips felt dangerously addictive.
His touch left me again as he traveled to the head of the bed.
He leaned down, his lips brushing mine once again, but not allowing them to meet.
His hands grasped the base of my blouse and slid up gently.
He stopped every few inches as though he was keeping me waiting.
As he lifted further my arms raised without me even thinking.
My blouse crossed my face, which felt like I had entered a new world.
His lips pressing against my forehead were the greeting into this new place.
He left me waiting once again as he neatly folded my blouse placing it on top of my jeans.
I felt the bed shift.
I felt the cotton suit pants brush against my leg.
The cold smoothness of his belt buckle against my waist was startling as he held himself over me.
At last, our lips met.
My body melted into him.
Our kisses broke apart only long enough to pull us back together again.
My whole body began to tremble when I felt the damp lips running down my neck.
My back arched instinctively beneath his touch.
His hand moved beneath my back for support.
Without me even realizing I felt the release of my bra beneath me.
Damian sat up and stared at me.
He slowly pulled the last of my coverings off.
Leaving me, hopefully for the last time, to place my last article with the others upon the dresser.
He stood at the foot of the bed staring.
My body was completely uncovered yet I felt warm. His gaze moved slowly across me, lingering with maddening patience.
Damian prowled onto the bed.
He prowled onto the bed with deliberate patience.
His mouth wandered slowly across my skin, refusing to neglect a single inch.
He began on my thighs.
The moisture from his lips transferred to me.
My waist couldn’t remain still as he made his way there.
My hips thrust instinctively toward him.
My stomach tightened as he moved higher.
His lips moved upward, using every bit of my exposed skin.
His mouth upon my breasts made my head tilt toward the sky, blinded by the golden light.
My nipples hardened as they entered his mouth.
My breath was short and fast.
He continued upward.
My neck felt a commanding nibble that I could feel in my soul.
I inhaled sharply to try to catch up on the breathing I hadn’t done before.
His face rested against mine as he stared deeply into my eyes.
Just before I thought our lips would meet again both of my hands were thrust above my head.
Pinned with strength I had never experienced, my hands were crossed with a single one of his holding them both tightly against the silk sheets.
My inhale was the sharpest ever.
I was now beneath Damian Vale.
His power was more apparent now than ever before.
This is why men lowered their voices when they spoke to him.
“I need you,” my mouth shouted without thought.
Damian said nothing.
He just placed a single finger over my mouth.
My arms still pinned above my head made it easy for him to control me.
My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
He sharply pinned my leg against the bed.
A sharp sound escaped me before I could stop it.
He slowly released my hands and leg as he lifted himself off the bed.
He rolled me to my stomach.
His silence was calming to me.
Letting me know that he was in control, he had a plan.
He walked away from the bed again.
My curiosity was making it difficult not to look but I didn’t dare defy him again.
I felt his presence at the foot of the bed again.
I heard the rustling of smooth fabric before feeling a long silk fabric across my legs.
I felt what seemed to be a small pillow between my ankles followed by him wrapping the silk around my legs tightly enough that I couldn’t move them, but not uncomfortable.
He lifted my rear into the air and said “stay still” as I felt the sharp sting of his hand across my behind.
“Good girl,” he proclaimed.
Satisfaction flooded through me at his approval.
I heard the creak of the wardrobe door again.
The rattle of his belt buckle made it startlingly real.
I was there; it was time.
I heard the rustle of his suit pants being hung, as well as the thud of his belt upon a shelf.
He made his way onto the bed behind me, seemingly careful to not touch me with anything yet.
My arms were taken from me once again as I felt another silk cloth binding them together.
My entire life I fought to prove my innocence.
And at that very moment I was throwing all that work away, but I couldn’t be more satisfied with my decision.
His presence faded once more.
I was left wondering where he was.
He returned with a gentle stroke across my skin before another sharp slap landed on my behind.
I could feel the sting linger a bit longer this time.
I felt him climb onto the bed.
He grasped the tie binding my hands together tightly.
His other hand tightly grabbed my hip, pulling me back into him.
I realized then just how completely Damian Vale intended to take control of me.