Mistress to a Monster

She stepped forward, not daring to glance back at the guard.

After opening the door, she slid inside and closed it.

Damon sat on the edge of his bed, staring right at her.

“Hi,” she said.

Could that have been any more awkward?

He chuckled. “How are the dogs?”

“They’re fine. I think. Mommy dog has taken a shine to James. He’s playing hard to get right now.” She was babbling.

“And now you’re here,” he said. “To keep your end of the bargain.”

“I will keep my word.” She clenched her hands into fists, trying to show she wasn’t afraid. Being in a room with him wasn’t so scary. It was easy.

Damon chuckled. “I’m going to ask you again.” He stood up and stepped toward her. “Are you a virgin?”

One moment he was by the bed, the next, he was in front of her, making her nervous. “Why do you want to know?” She tilted her head back to look at him.

“Because I want to know if I can go fast or slow.”

“Why does it matter?” she asked.

Damon pressed her against the door. “And I have my answer.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“A woman who has felt a cock deep inside her for the first time would know why going slow would be best.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I think naughty, lying women should be punished.”

She gasped as his body pressed against hers. His body was so much bigger and harder than hers. Milah felt the hardness of his cock as he rested against her stomach.

“Do you know what I do to lying women?” he asked.

“Kill them?” It certainly put a dampener on her arousal.

“No. I put them over my knee and smack their plump ass. Now, I will ask you one more time. Are you a virgin?”

She wanted to lie, but the idea of having her ass smacked didn’t appeal. Pain wasn’t something she sought. “Yes,” she said.

Damon pulled away, just far enough to look into her eyes. “Good girl.”

“You already knew.”

“Of course I did, but that is what has saved you tonight.”

Before she could ask him what he meant, Damon slammed his lips down on hers. At first, she didn’t respond as she didn’t know what to do.

On instinct, she pressed against his chest, but then, she remembered the deal. She had to be willing.

The kiss wasn’t … awful.

She didn’t want to enjoy the kiss, but Damon knew what he was doing. One of his hands moved from the door to grip her neck. Milah hated how much she liked this. Feeling him surround her. His lips locked on hers.

Milah whimpered.

Desperate.

Hungry.

She pressed her hands flat to his chest and slowly slid them up his body to wrap them around his neck, her body moving closer to his.

He growled. The hand on her neck slid down her body, and then both of his hands were on her ass, drawing her closer.

Milah couldn’t fight her reaction. Kissing him was intoxicating.

She’d never kissed a man before and Damon, as he traced his tongue across her lips, set her body ablaze. He pressed her against the door. One of his hands moved down to her thigh, lifting it and pressing it over his hip. This brought his cock closer to her core, and she whimpered, not wanting him to stop.

He grabbed her ass again, and this time, he lifted her. She circled her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.

Damon dropped them both down. He broke the kiss, and she immediately protested.

However, he trailed his lips down her body.

Milah gasped as he grabbed the old ratty shirt she wore and tore it straight down the middle, exposing her body. She tried to cover herself, but he captured her hands, pressing them to the bed, not letting her hide.

“You never hide from me,” he said. “That’s an order.”

Her pussy was so wet with his growl. She watched as he leaned down, and through the lace of her bra, he sucked her nipple right into his mouth. It was even better than she had read about. The tug at her breast sent an answering wake between her thighs, consuming her.