It was torture.
I could only nod.
He kissed my lips. I held still, and I felt him smile. “Good girl. Now, hold still, or things will get really bad for you.”
I held my breath when he moved down my body once more. He didn’t linger on my breasts as I expected, but he was heading south, and I knew what was next.
My muscles clenched in anticipation as he circled his tongue around my navel, dipping it inside the hole before moving on.
I felt his breath on my mound.
“So fucking wet already,” he said, his words sounding more like a groan. He pulled on the small growth of my pubic hair. I let out a small gasp. “It looks like Mikhail needs to wax you again, doesn’t he, pet?”
I didn’t—couldn’t—answer him.
I didn’t know how.
The waxing hadn’t been pleasant, but the feel of the soft skin there was nice. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the feeling.
He pulled away so suddenly that I felt bereft. But before I could voice my protest, Damien gently flipped me over, so I was on my stomach. I tried to take in a deep breath of air, but it felt lodged in my throat, especially when he grabbed my hips and pulled up until my ass was exposed.
Cool air teased my pussy, and I closed my eyes, even though the shirt still covered half my face.
“Damien?”
“Shh,” he said, skating his hands softly across the small of my back and down until he cupped my butt cheek. He squeezed, and I let out a small moan. “Fuck. Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you look like this?”
I didn’t answer him since I didn’t know how.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he said, tapping the outside of my thigh. Slowly, I did as he asked.
Damien made a soft noise behind me, so soft I wasn’t sure I had really heard it.
I wiggled a little when I felt him shift behind me, anticipation making my mind fuzzy.
He licked me from one end to the other.
The first touch was so gentle, I was sure I imagined it. That he couldn’t have done something so …
Taboo.
He did it again.
Fuck.
“D-Damien?”
“Fuck. You taste so good. Hold still while I enjoy my treat.”
He grabbed my hips, and he buried his face between my legs.
There was nothing soft or gentle about the movement.
I wiggled, not sure if I was trying to get away or move closer to him, and Damien’s palm landed sharply on my ass cheek.
My muscles clenched as the stinging pain took hold, but so did a gush of arousal as it made its way out of me.
“Hold still,” he gritted out as he went back to eating me out.