Page 75 of Damon
“Are you going to use the lube we bought?” I tease. “It hasn’t been utilized yet and seems a waste of money so far, considering you were so keen to make the purchase.”
“Always got something to say, haven’t you? One of these days, I’ll gag you so the only sound you can make is a moan.” His hands return to my ass, and he massages again, then his thumbs run down the center of my ass crack, sending shivers through my whole body. “I may even play with your ass. Now stay here until I get some supplies.” Before he leaves, he comes to my head and bends slightly, placing a kiss on my temple. “Emma, this is fun, but if you want to stop, tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, completely aroused by the situation. “Punish me, Chief Constable. Show me how you like a good girl to behave.”
I watch him leave, still fully dressed. He saunters away into the hallway, and I hear him climb the stairs to the bedrooms. By the sound of the footsteps above me, I know he has checked on his daughter asleep in her crib before moving to his room. My focus moves back to the mirror beside me. My body is folded at a ninety-degree angle, my breasts pushed up against the black desk. The blonde plait runs down my spine. My hands pulled behind me sit in the arch of my back. I look like something out of a hookup in a porn movie.
Minutes pass, and there is no sign of Damon. Nerves begin to flutter in my chest. How long is he going to make me wait here? What will he do to me once he returns? The array of options flit through my mind. The sound of a creaking floorboard brings my attention back to the doorway.
Damon stands leaning against the frame, watching me; he’s changed into a pair of loose gray jogging bottoms with no shirt. “Missed me?” he asks casually.
“Barely.”
“Barely?” He strolls over to my side, holding my pink vibrator in his hand. “Not the answer I was hoping for. Does that pussy of yours not want some attention?”
“Unhandcuff me, and I’ll be able to satisfy her myself. Did you go into my room without my permission? That’s stolen property in your hand.”
“Guilty as charged,” he replies smoothly. “You can arrest me later, but first I want to discipline you.” One big hand wraps around my plait at the base of my neck, and he pulls gently and lifts my head from the desk. His face appears in front of me, and big lips lock on to mine, his tongue pushing forward into my mouth possessively, sweeping across and dancing with my tongue. “You taste like perfection,” he whispers against my lips then kisses me again, softer but so effing domineering as he wraps my plait around his hand.
His lips part from mine, but he maintains his grip on my hair for a moment before relaxing the pressure and letting my head rest once again on the desk. Thick fingers come to my shoulder, stroking gently over my skin. They descend slowly over my flesh until arriving at my ass. I feel him move to stand between my legs, then I hear him place the vibrator down on the surface beside my hip. There’s the sound of two more items being laid down. As I lie looking toward the door, I’m faced away from the noise, so I can’t see what they are.
Strong hands settle on either side of my waist, and he pulls me backward, pressing his cock between my butt cheeks. He’s still dressed, and I feel the soft fabric of his joggers. “Do you feel that, Spitfire? That’s what you fucking do to me. My dick is weeping to pound you.” His grip tightens, and he rocks his hips, pushing me harder against the solid surface. “I bought us something to try,” he says, quietly. “Are you feeling adventurous tonight?”
“You have me bent over your desk with my hands cuffed behind my back,” I reply cheekily. “As far as my sexual experiences go, this is daring, but I’m always game to push my boundaries.”
“Boundary pushing is my specialty. What about this?” he asks, leaning forward and placing a small silver butt plug in front of me. It glints under the soft desk light. There is a pink crystal gem on the small stalk used to hold it. “Ever worn one of these?”
“No,” I reply, nerves vibrating my vocal cords.
“Do you want to try? It can make your orgasm more intense. More pleasurable for both of us.”
“Um…” I look at the inconspicuous item sitting on the work surface. It looks harmless, but the thought of it inside of me while Damon ravishes my body is a new one. “I don’t know, I’ve never…”
“That’s okay, I’ll enjoy showing you how amazing sex can be. I want to make you so fucking happy, Spitfire. I want to watch that pussy of yours explode while I hear you moan my name.” He runs a single finger down my spine from the base of my neck to my butt. “If you’re not enjoying something, tell me, and we will stop. I want to know what you like. It’s a fucking turn on knowing I make you feel pleasure. You can trust me.”
“I know,” I whisper. “You’re the first person I’ve trusted in a long time. I want to try what you like.”
“Good girl,” he says, and my pussy clenches. Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. My independent woman persona flies out the window, and all I want to do is gratify him. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. You’ll orgasm so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, and we will be wiping your juice up from the floor.”
“Damon,” I whisper, and he comes back to my side. Crouching down so we are eye to eye.
“If you want to stop,” he repeats, his face concerned. “Just say. I want you to want this too.
“It’s not that. I’m on birth control,” I tell him and he cocks an eyebrow, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“And?” he prompts.
“Well, you don’t need to…” I trail off, embarrassed by what I want to request of him.
“I don’t need to what.” His smile darkens, and he leans in further so his breath tickles my skin. He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, allowing us to stare at each other. The room smells of our need and impending sex, our bodies calling to each other for satisfaction. “Are you telling me you want to be fucked au natural, Spitfire? You want all of me inside you, no barriers.”
“Yes,” I reply, my voice firm but husky. “I want all of you. No condom. Nothing in between us.” He treats me to one final kiss, and I catch his bottom lip naughtily between my teeth as he retreats. He all but growls, his eyes darkening with need.
“Look in the mirror and watch me take what’s mine,” he snarls. “You’ll stay in this position until I say otherwise. For now, you’re mine to do with as I want and by the end of tonight, you will have no doubt who you fucking belong to.”
He rises to his full height, then withdraws to between my legs once more. The feel of gentle breathing is the first touch he bestows upon me. He blows gently at my entrance, and my muscles clench again. “Touch me,” I whisper, panting and needy.
“Not yet. You’re so wet, Spitfire. I can see that pussy swelling with want before my eyes. But due to your bad behavior, you will need to be patient and wait. I may even make you beg.” He blows again, more powerful but still insanely distant from my skin. His breath tickles with close promise.