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Alice

I’ve never felt like this in my life.

In my 18 years of existence, I’ve never had this kind of energy buzz through me.

I don’t understand it, but I can’t ignore it either. I don’t want to.

Damon’s kiss unlocked something in me. Something that’s been buried beneath all the shame and duty and self-doubt I’ve lived with growing up. And now, with his hands between my legs, his lips brushing against mine, I feel like I’m starting to come alive in a way I didn’t know I could.

In a way I’ve only read about in books.

I pull back, just enough to look into his eyes. They’re dark, filled with a heat that sends shivers down my spine. His cock presses against my abdomen and even though it looks like I’m staring into the eyes of a hungry predator, there’s something else there. A tenderness I didn’t expect from a man nicknamed ‘Demon Damon.’

“Do you want me to stop?”

I nod and the disappointment I see in his eyes instinctively makes me reach for his face. I didn’t know I could be so bold as to hold a man like this.

My body is still trembling from his touch. “I want…I want to strip for you.”

Damon’s perfect brows arch and his eyes widen as he stares at me. He stares for a long time, probably to make sure I really mean it.

“I’m supposed to, aren’t I?”

Even though I try to convince myself that I’m doing this so I don’t get in trouble with Kirk and his men, I know I’m doing it because I want to. I’ve never done anything like this before, but with him, I feel safe enough to try.

It’s not just about stripping. Damon has been looking at me like I’m a piece of art. Like there is no price he won’t pay to have me.

“You want to strip for me?”

I bite my lower lip and nod. He seems to like it when I do that because his cock twitches against me.

“You know. Seductively, the way real strippers do it.” My cheeks heat up. “In a way that turns you on.”

His eyes darken, and for a moment, I think I’ve shocked him speechless.

Naive, skinny, stupidly broke me, made this godlike man speechless.

His lips curve into a slow, wicked smile, one that sends another rush of heat straight to my pussy. It clenches.

He takes my hand and places it on his cock. “Oh, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, “you already fucking do.”

Hearing that, feeling it, makes something bloom inside me. It’s not just desire—it’s power. A kind of power I’ve never felt before. The kind that comes from knowing I can make this man want me.

“Just teach me how to please you.”

With that, he steps back and clears his throat, giving me one long ravaging look. “Take off the dress. Slowly.”

I take a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the hem of my see-through dress. Slowly, I pull it up, over my head, letting the fabric slip from my fingers to the floor. Damon’s gaze follows every movement, his eyes dark and intense, and the way he looks at me makes me feel more confident than I ever have.

“Like this?” I ask softly, watching his reaction, wanting to know if I’m doing it right.

His throat bobs as he swallows, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Perfect,” he says, his voice husky. “Now your bra and panties. When you take off the bra, make sure your tits bounce in the process.”

I smile, feeling bold now, emboldened by the way his eyes never leave me. I lower my panties first then I unhook my bra. Before I drop it, I pull it up so that my tits come bouncing down.

He clenches his fist so hard that his knuckles turn white. The way Damon’s breath catches in his throat sends a thrill through me. He’s watching me like he’s never seen anything like me before, like I’m something precious.

“What now?”

“Pinch your nipples. Pinch, pull, and then roll.”

I cup my breasts, but he shakes his head. “Just the nipples.”

Damon’s eyes travel over me as I pinch, pull, and then roll. The sensation sends a wave of pleasure straight to my pussy, and I moan.

The second the sound leaves my mouth, Damon steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. My nipples graze his suit and I’m suddenly aware that he’s still completely dressed.

“Can I make you feel good, baby girl?”

It’s a question but it sounds like a command.

“How…how would you do that?”

“I would kiss you.” Before disappointment can set in, he adds, “All of you. But especially…” His hand trails down, past my throat, my chest, until his fingers hover just above the heat between my thighs.

“Here.”

My breath hitches, and my knees instantly go weak. Just the thought of his mouth there, of him kissing me so intimately, makes my pussy clench repeatedly.

“I’ve never…” I start, but the words stick in my throat. He already knows. He can see it in my hesitation, in the way I tremble under his gaze. It doesn’t seem to deter him that I’m so inexperienced.

“I know,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over my hip. “I want to be your first and hopefully your last.”

I blink. He didn’t just say that.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know. But Alice I’ve never…I’ve never felt like this for someone before. I can’t describe what happened when I saw you on stage. It’s hard to explain. It almost feels impossible, but I…”

I can see how much he’s struggling and it’s crazy because I feel the same way. My heart is pounding so hard, I’m sure he can hear it.

“Okay.”

“You’re sure?”

I have no fucking clue, but I nod, because despite everything, despite how terrifyingly new this all is, I trust him. I want him.

He lifts one of my legs so that it’s resting up on the chair before dropping to his knees in front of me.

Dear God.

When Damon leans in and presses his face there , I close my eyes and listen to the way he inhales deeply. .

His mouth drops lower and lower. He pulls my panties to the side and licks me.

Oh God.

“Look at me,” he moans against me.

I drag my eyes to see him, dressed in his suit, on his knees in front of me, sucking on my sex. His head bobs back and forth, and his eyes are closed, like he's getting as much pleasure from this as I am.

What if I mess this up?

He stops and looks up. “Relax, baby girl. Just feel.”

And then his mouth is on my pussy again, and I can’t think. I can’t breathe. The sensation is so overwhelming, so intense, I can barely process it.

“That feels so good,” I say before I can stop myself.

All at once he seems to lose control and he lifts my leg higher to give himself better access. My confidence builds again as I hold the back of his head, pressing him closer into me.

His tongue moves against me, slow and deliberate, teasing and tasting, and the pleasure builds inside me, higher and higher until it’s almost unbearable.

My mouth hangs open, desperate for oxygen as my breathing gets heavier, when Damon suddenly pulls back.

“I want to fuck you with my fingers, too.”

This time it’s a command, but he also sounds like he’s asking my permission. How does he do that?

When I nod, he pulls me down so I’m sitting on the edge of the chair and then repositions himself between my legs.

His eyes darken as he places my legs over his shoulders and puts his index finger against my opening.

“We'll take it easy tonight,” he promises as his thumb grazes my clit, causing me to shudder. He rubs my clit while the other finger slowly eases into me.

When he successfully gets the finger in, he adds another. That’s not taking it easy.

His fingers start to move, gliding inside me deliciously. I can’t think, I don’t know what to do with myself. I can just…feel.

“You’re so fucking tight, Alice. It’s driving me crazy.”

I don’t like Alice as much as I like baby girl, but it still makes my heart flip.

His fingers move, slowly at first, but then his rhythm changes, and the stretch of it, the fullness, sends me spiraling. I’m panting now, my body trembling as he works me closer to release.

“I can’t,” I gasp, my body tightening, teetering on the edge.

“Yes, you can,” Damon whispers, his voice rough. “Let go, baby girl. I need you to cream over my fucking fingers so I can taste it.”

He’s already tasted it. He’s tasted it so much that there’s probably nothing left for him to taste.

He seems to disagree because in addition to his fingers, he brings his tongue back to my clit.

“Damon!”

“That's it. Give it up for me, baby girl.”

I cry out and convulse, my whole body jerking forward, searching for release. And with a final thrust of his fingers, I do. The orgasm rips through me, violent and intense, shattering me completely. A tear slips down my cheek as my body arches up and waves of pleasure crash over me, one after the other.

He doesn’t stop lapping at my pussy even as I come. He licks and sucks until every bone in my body is relaxed.

When it’s finally over, I’m left utterly spent, gasping for breath.

Damon lifts me from the chair, sits, and settles me in his arms. His arms wrap carefully around me, cradling me against his chest while his hand strokes my hair.

“You were amazing, Alice. So fucking amazing.”

“Really?” I drawl still feeling weak and spent.

He chuckles and the sound vibrates his chest. “I could spend the rest of my life eating that sweet pussy of yours and watching you come over and over again, Alice.”

I want to question him. I want to ask why he’s saying such things. Why he paid such a high price for me? Why he didn’t have sex with me like I knew he wanted to.

But for some inexplicable reason, I say, “I prefer baby girl.”

“What?”

“I prefer when you call me baby girl.”

My eyes are closing, and I feel his heartbeat beneath my cheek, strong and steady. I cling to it, to him. Because for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel safe.

“Okay, baby girl. But when you wake up, I’m going to tell you what I prefer.”

And with that, I surrender to the lulls of sleep calling me.