Page 60 of Damon
“Your vibrator,” he says with a smirk. I gape at him slightly—shit, this man isn’t joking around—then signal to the bright pink wand sitting on the side table. “I hope it’s fully charged,” he continues, raising an eyebrow. He walks over, picks it up, then returns to sit on the bed facing the full-length mirror opposite. He places the toy on the duvet beside him. “Come here, Spitfire,” he orders, holding out a hand.
I go to him, and he takes my fingers and turns me to face away. I stand, looking in the mirror with him sitting behind me. With one hand, he starts at the base of my neck and runs gentle fingers down my spine finishing at my thong. One strong finger slips inside the string and pulls the garment down my legs. It falls, discarded to the floor.
“Step,” he orders and, once free, he kicks my underwear to the side. “Now, sit.” He pushes himself back, opening his legs wide and encouraging me to sit between them.
His hands come to my shoulders, then slide under each strap. He drags them between the material and my skin. Eager lips come to my neck, and he glances into the mirror to meet my gaze. “This is pretty,” he says, then pulls the straps down so the lace of my nightdress falls forward, almost exposing my breasts. His left hand travels down over my stomach and stops just north of my pubic bone.
“Open your legs,” he murmurs. He drops his hand further, and it disappears under the white silk, then he places his palm over my pussy and kisses my neck. He’s gentle at first, then he nips hard between his teeth. “Arms up.” I follow his instructions, and he lifts the nightdress from my body, leaving me naked, legs spread and looking at him in the mirror.
He leans back a touch, both feet still firmly placed on the floor. “Lean back against me,” he utters in my ear. “Keep your legs open no matter how much you want to close them. I’m going to hold you against me and make that pretty pussy of yours beg for my cock.” My breath catches in my throat, taken aback by his dirty words. The man is fucking filthy. “Get comfortable.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I spread my legs so they run down the inside of his. “If you try to close your legs, I’ll tie them to mine so you can’t,” he warns then picks up the vibrator, switching it on. My toy buzzes to life, causing my pussy to clench knowing what’s coming. Damon starts at my neck; he runs the vibrating wand down to my breasts, placing it on each nipple in turn. We look at each other in the mirror as he descends my body in slow strokes. His arm, which is securing me to him around my waist, tightens, and he flexes his hips again. The familiar sensation of a man ready for sex nudges my back.
He pauses the vibrator at the top of my thigh, rolling it inward slightly so it sits on the inside of my leg but doesn’t touch where I want it to. I lift a finger to my lips and slide it into my mouth. His eyes burn in the mirror.
“Don’t fucking think about it,” he growls, and I flip him the bird before lowering my hand and sliding the finger inside myself. “Impatient much?” He reprimands my actions by nipping my neck hard; I pump my pussy in slow deliberate strokes in response.
“Definitely wet,” I advise, offering him my finger to suck. He doesn’t open his mouth so I trail the tip across his lips. He drops the toy onto my clit without warning. The sudden sensation causes me to snap my legs closed, and he laughs menacingly.
“You were warned,” he growls, then throws me in one motion to the side and stands.
“Where are you going?” I ask, panicked. He strides out into the hall, then returns within minutes holding two ties. He moves back to the bed, grabs the vibrator, then sits legs wide with his back against the headboard.
“Come sit here,” he says as he pats the quilt between his legs. I walk over and sit where I’m told, and he passes me a tie. “Now tie your ankle to my leg.”
“What?”
“Trust me, Emma. I’ll make it worth your while. But you won’t be snapping those legs closed again. You’ll take whatever I have to offer.” I do as he says, and he passes me the second tie. “And the other one.”
Once done, I lie back against him. He bends his knees and so do I, then spreads his legs, forcing mine open wider. He looks at me once more in the mirror. “You’re bloody gorgeous. I can’t wait to watch you come all over this bed, between my legs. This is the perfect view to see all the action.” His hand travels down my stomach and sits over my pussy. With one finger, he teases my entrance, slipping the tip in and out.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers. “How fucking irresistible? You’ve no idea how many nights I’ve laid in bed and imagined this. Imagined having you with me. Jerked off to the thought of pounding you.” His finger moves over my most intimate region, as if he is acquainting himself with my body. “I’ve wanted to inspect this pussy for weeks, and now I see her, she’s even more stunning than I dreamed. I can’t wait to sink myself inside you, and for once I’ll feel completely in charge.”
“In charge of me?” I mutter, turning and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Whatever makes you think I’ll allow you to be in charge?”
“I don’t, but make an old man happy and pretend. The thought of being able to bend your body to my will is a fucking turn-on.”
I laugh out loud. “Old man,” I goad. “I suppose you are compared to me. Most definitely pushing forty.”
“Watch it,” he hisses. “This old man might surprise you.” Without waiting for me to respond, he picks up the still buzzing wand and drops it directly onto my clit. My legs go to snap closed once more, but his hold me wide. “Watch me,” he whispers. “Watch yourself.”
He gently massages the tip of the wand against my clit, never pushing hard, only allowing the sensation to build then withdrawing it for a moment. His second hand, which has been holding me to him, drops down between my legs. One strong finger touches my lips, stroking gently then pushing inside. He pumps slowly, then raises it to his mouth and sucks.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he tells me. All I can do is watch and feel as he slowly teases my orgasm from me until I’m desperate for him to allow my release.
“Damon,” I whisper, breathless. “I’m close. Please, let me.”
“No,” he replies firmly. “I want to be inside you to feel that pussy of yours detonate for the first time. You’ll wait like a good girl and not be a selfish little bitch.”
“Women can have more than one orgasm,” I spit out between breaths. “Please.”
“No,” he says with a chuckle. “The first one is for me, and I want the whole fucking experience. Can you contain yourself, Emma, just for a little while longer?”
“I’ll try.” He widens his legs farther, exposing me more. The vibrator rocks on my clit, then just as I think my orgasm is peaking, he removes it. I moan in both agony and ecstasy.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Yes and no. I need to…” I trail off to another moan when he replaces the device.