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Damien

Her words are a husky, breathless whisper when they leave her pouty lips and I’m a goner as soon as I hear them.

Her eyes are wide and dark, sparkling in the dim lighting of my sex room. I didn’t expect to find her here, though, I had a feeling her curious little feet would wander where they’re not supposed to. There’s something about her that’s been different from the start. Her family keeps their heads down, but hers has always been perked up and looking for things she doesn’t know about.

She can’t keep still.

And as angry as I am with her, I’m glad she didn’t this time.

I’m glad she didn’t listen, thrilled she didn’t follow directions and stumbled upon this place. Because now she can actually get a taste of me, of the real me.

She gets to relinquish all control and let me take every bit of it.

Which is what she wants. I can see it in her sparkling blue eyes, could taste it on her curious tongue when she kissed me in the bathroom.

Lucille Fairchild wants me. And I can’t help but admit I fucking want a piece of this girl too.

It’s why I ripped away from her lips. Why I touched her delicious body in the shower after she watched me kill a man. Why I rewarded her with a taste of my punishment. Because she doesn’t shy away from me when she sees the kind of monster that I truly am. She just grows more curious.

And that makes me really fucking excited, which is both stupid and alarming, but mostly, it’s why I’ve kept my distance from for the last forty-eight hours.

I want to show her. I want to show her just how sick and twisted I truly am.

“There’s ground rules before we start,” I grumble out, and her eyes light up further as she nods.

Jesus, she’s fucking eager and hell if that doesn’t make my cock harder.

“You keep quiet unless I say otherwise,” I growl, and she nods slowly, as my hand moves from her chin to circle tightly around her wrist.

“If it gets too much, you think of a word that tells me to stop,” I say, and one of her dark brows raises in question.

“Can’t I just say stop?” she asks and I shake my head at her while she eyes me with confusion.

“No. Because the body tricks you,” I say as she tilts her head at me.

I can’t be frustrated with her questioning. She’s new to this.

To all of this.

“Sometimes, stop means it’s too much, too good for the body to handle, too confusing when you mix pain with pleasure. There has to be another word when you’ve had enough, when things go too far,” I explain, and she inhales deeply.

“And would you?” she asks.

“Would I what?” I say.

“Go…too far,” she whispers as her eyes search mine.

She’s looking for reassurance and she won’t find it here.

Not with me.

I lean in close, lowering my head so that our lips are but a breath apart.

“Sweetheart, I will push every boundary that you didn’t even know you had.” I growl at her, my eyes dark and heavy as I stare menacingly at her, but she doesn’t back down.

She doesn’t cower away or show fear. In fact, she looks enthralled. Her curiosity completely takes over and it’s god damn addictive. I want to eat every bit of it up.

“So say it,” I hiss, ready to get started because quite frankly, my cock is bursting at the seams.

I’ve touched it relentlessly over the last few days, her beautiful face and delectable fucking body taking over my sick mind as I did every time.

She’s quiet, taking in my words as I grip her wrist tighter with impatience.

“Your safe word. Give it to me,” I command and she bites down on her pink, fleshy bottom lip before she answers me, the sight turning my cock to granite.

She thinks carefully for a while and I can see the wheels turning in her pretty little head. I shift on my heels as she does, ready to just say fuck it altogether until finally, she speaks.

“Enough,” she says the word sharp and clear.

And I don’t argue against it. I don’t tell her that it’s too close to No or Stop.

Because she says it with such conviction, such brutality that I know that word would never get confused with the alternatives.

“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth, ready to throw her against the nearest wall so I can finally scratch this stupid fucking itch that I have for her.

“But one more thing,” I hiss as she inhales through flared nostrils, her body signaling that she’s impatient too.

“No kissing,” I bark and she narrows her eyes at me, rejection and disappointment shining through them.

But tough shit. I’m not going there with her.

“Why-”

“Because it’s too intimate. And this isn’t about intimacy,” I grunt, cutting her off as she falls silent instantly.

“What’s this about then, Damien?” she growls, angry that I’ve denied her.

Oh fucking well, princess.

I grab her face with my free hand, squishing her flushed cheeks together as I force her to look at me head on, my other hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist.

“This is about relinquishing control. About giving me every bit of you so that you know you are mine. This body is mine. Every inch of it,” I growl, her breath coming out in heavy little puffs through her flared nostrils.

“It’s about pushing you, testing you, seeing how far you are willing to go until you are ready to give in. Until you are ready to show me your submission, your complete obedience. And then…then you will see the pleasure that comes with compliance. With acceptance,” I vow, and she practically sighs when I release her face.

She bites down on her lip once more, a move I’m slowly becoming fascinated with. She seems tantalized by my words, enthralled by them. A while passes as she lets them sink in, but I wait.

As impatient as I am, I don’t take women until I’ve had their consent.

I’m a heartless bastard, but I’m not that sick.

“Fine,” she says after a while, her body twitching as she eyes me up and down.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks with a needy whine, and I want to laugh at her, but I don’t.

Because I do want to fuck her. Very bad and very hard.

But that’s not how this works. And I intend to show her just exactly how this works. Very slowly and very thoroughly.

“Yes, Lucille. I’m going to fuck you,” I huff out, trying to hide the need in my own voice.

She smiles widely at my words, proud of herself. It’s so fucking remarkable that I want to lean forward and kiss it away from her lips, but I don’t.

Because I can’t.

Because this is as far as I can go with Lucille Fairchild.

Fucking is one thing.

Marrying her is business.

But kissing…that’s a form of intimacy we cannot touch.

We are bound by contract and that is all.

“Nothing more,” I huff out and her blue eyes search mine.

“Say it,” I growl, my hand going to her wrist, tugging the rope from her delicate fingers as she releases a shaky breath.

“This will be it. Body and name. No heart. No soul. Nothing more,” I say over her lips, my own dying to just claim them.

But I know what I’m doing here.

I’ve got everything under control, like always.

She bites down on her bottom lip, her mouth receding from mine. I can’t taste her breath when she pulls away and I hate that it bothers me.

She looks me dead in the eye, her baby blues darkening as they start to rake me from head to toe.

She wants this just as bad. Craves me just as bad as I crave her.

And I know that after tonight, it will never be enough.

I get to claim something forbidden, something I never once should have thought of.

And now it is all mine.

“Nothing more, Damien,” she says in a husky tone, those nipples hardening beneath the white bodysuit I’ve been dying to rip apart since she stepped into my office today.

“Good girl,” I growl as my hand tosses the rope to my other one so that my fingers can tightly circle around her wrist.

I pull her towards the large, four poster bed in the corner. The fabric is a rich, deep burgundy, all crushed velvet with silk sheets. Perfect for naked skin. And I can’t help but grow hard at the potential sight of her skin against my sheets.

The contrast, the touch and the feel…

She sighs as I grip it tight and spin her around in one fluid motion.

Her gasp echoes throughout my room and I love the fucking sound of surprise.

I have to admit that I haven’t heard it often here.

Yes, I’ve fucked plenty of women in here, but they were rich, entitled socialites. They’re used to making a spectacle of things. Life is nothing but a show to them, but I couldn’t care.

Though, I realize now as I take Lucille’s delicate wrists in my hand and tie them around the bedpost, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had a woman in here. Work has been busy, stress has been at an all-time high for me and although burning it off through endless amounts of fucking would seem like the best sort of remedy, it’s not.

Because I grew bored of the socialites. Of the beautiful, predictable women.

I need excitement. Thrill. Shock. And mostly, power.

Everything that those women couldn’t give me.

Everything that Lucille will.

I tighten the rope around the pale flesh of her wrists and give it a slight tug, making sure they’re holding her, but not tight enough to cut skin.

I don’t ask her how she’s feeling, because I can see it in her brilliant, now darkened eyes.

She’s enthralled with the sight before her, with her wrists tied to my bed post.

When they travel away from her own skin, they land on me, and the look she gives me has my cock hardening to fucking stone.

“Now what-”

My hand clamps down over her plump lips.

“Not a sound, remember?” I growl and she nods slowly, moaning softly against my palm, soft enough to vibrate against my skin, but loud enough to hear.

It sends shivers down my own spine.

“But if you have trouble…” I trail off as my eyes skim from her breasts to her bare thighs as the short skirt she’s wearing hikes to the top as she shifts on her knees on the bed.

Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this hard.

“Take this,” I growl as I remove the tie from my neck. Her eyes light up as she realizes what I’m about to do and fuck if that doesn’t excite me.

I move behind her now, her knees on the edge of the bed as her front faces the post that her wrists are tied to. My feet dig into the floor as I tie my dark grey tie around her face, sealing it over her lips as her breasts rise from her sharp exhale. My cock presses against her plump ass that peeks out from beneath her skirt. The body suit she’s wearing underneath is more like a thong, giving me ample view of her perfectly round ass. I see silver buttons and thank god or the universe for giving me equal access.

I don’t have time to undress and savor her after her punishment.

I want to take her hard and fast after I mark her skin.

I want her sweet little pussy to wrap around me like a vise as I lose myself inside of her, something I’ve imagined too often, for too long.

Something I never cared to admit.

Until now.

I grab her jaw with one hand, pulling her head to my throat as my dick presses deeper against her ass and her back arches. Her shoulder blades are pressed firmly against my chest.

“I shouldn’t enlighten you, but I can see that you’re curious,” I rumble, my teeth at her earlobe as she shivers in my hold.

“I never got to finish what we started in the shower the other day. Your punishment for defying orders and following me into one of my very private jobs.” I growl as my hand moves from her jaw to her ponytail. I twist it around my fingers and give it a rough tug.

I watch as her long nails dig into the wood of the post, her wrists bunching beneath the rope as she grows excited from my words.

It makes me fucking excited too.

I push her forward, my hand still wrapped in her blond ponytail as I bend and manipulate her luscious body.

She arches her back for me without even a command, giving me a full view of her ass.

I know she’s inexperienced. I know for a fact she hasn’t been with many men, mostly because I know she’s desperate to keep out of the spotlight due to her father. She likes to hide in the shadows, like he’s taught her to all of her life.

She’s doing this because she’s eager. She’s moving her body and following my guidance because she’s excited for me.

Then again, she did work for a sex club.

She could have done a lot in the last three years.

And that prospective thought has jealousy filling me at a blinding rate, even though it shouldn’t. It has me grabbing a handful of her ass as her forehead presses against her bound wrists and back arches like a fucking cat.

I bring my hand back and deliver one quick and hard slap.

The sound echoes throughout the room and I’m a fucking filled with a myriad of emotions.

Jealousy.

Slap.

Rage.

Slap.

Confusion.

Slap.

Frustration.

Slap.

Desire.

Slap.

Need.

Slap.

Over and over again, I deliver these blows to her delicate skin until it turns bright red.

Until her body is trembling in my grasp and her ass is inching closer to my hardened cock, despite the pain I’ve given it.

Despite the pain I’ve given her. Both mentally and physically, she takes it. And she takes it like a goddamn soldier.

I can’t help but admire it, her tenacity, her strength. I can’t help but admire the beautiful, wet flesh that greets my fingers when I pull the thin strap of her bodysuit away from her body only to find that she’s bare underneath.

Bare and needy.

Her pussy sucks my fingers eagerly, her soft moan vibrating against the tie. I can’t scold her for the sound, because it was so natural sounding, so fucking sincere and raw. I haven’t heard a sound like that in years, if ever.

And it grows louder and more animalistic as my fingers sink in deeper and start to pump in and out. She rides them shamelessly, her hands now wrapped around the bed post as she fucks my fingers relentlessly. I stand there and watch in awe as my cock begs to be set free, the tip seeping as if it’s crying, dying to get to her. Inside of her. So she can ride it just like she’s riding my fingers.

But I don’t dare move. I’m too enthralled. Too fucking overtaken by this beautiful, strange woman who’s practically giggling and roaring simultaneously as she rides my fingers to completion. Her orgasm slams into her so hard that it hits me too, she’s filled with both groans and laughs as she rides out the waves on my hand, the tie slipping from her mouth as her magnificent sounds fill the air.

Sure, I’ve heard women shout out their climaxes. Heard them moan and scream, dramatically, countless times, but I have never heard a laugh, a breathless giggle. Which makes me realize something.

It’s pure joy she’s feeling. Complete and unabashed pleasure that solely came from me.

It fills me with both amazement and pride.

Two very foreign things.

And when she turns her head over her shoulders, when her sparkling blue eyes meet mine, I know I’m lost forever.

I’ll never admit it, but this woman has stolen a piece of me right then and there.

I’ll never admit it because I will never speak or think of this feeling again after I bury myself inside of her.

It’s too dangerous.

And so I pull my fingers from her pulsing sex as she gasps, her swollen lips opening as I bring my saturated fingers to my own and suck down her taste.

It’s fucking magnificent, makes me want to go to my knees right then and there and make her cry out those breathless giggles over and over again.

But I don’t. I can’t.

Because the guttural sound that she lets out as she watches my tongue suck down her climax has me completely undone.

It has me unzipping my pants in an instant, my cock springing free before I grab the length and guide it to her dripping wet pussy. She grips the bed post even tighter now and I wonder if the wood might splinter because of it.

I should stop now, because I’m not wearing protection and she’s not on the pill. I should, but I can’t. The heat of her wet flesh as the tip of my cock circles her entrance has me growling like a fucking unhinged animal.

Because I am.

I’ll call the doctor first thing in the morning. He’ll be over with here shots in an instant. So fuck it. Fuck it all, because right now, I’m shoving my cock to the hilt of my fiance’s tight, warm flesh and I never want to look back.

This is every sinful, beautiful thing I’ve imagined. And there’s no going back.

Nothing more, right?

We’re both damned.