I feel his lips on my spine, followed by his tongue traveling down slowly, stopping to nip and suck at my flesh.
Those strong hands grab handfuls of my ass and squeeze’s hard enough to leave his mark behind. I whimper and rock my hips back against him, wanting and needing more, and he holds my hips with his hands and grips tight until I groan. “Stop moving.” I still at his command, and my breath hitches in my throat when he parts my legs further, and I feel him pull my hips back.
I pant breathlessly when his mouth inches closer to my vagina. Just like his fingers the night before, his velvet tongue licks up through my aperture, and he glides his tongue over the bundle of nerves at the top, causing me to buck my hips against him on impulse.
“Oh, my God. Damien…” I moan as he licks, flicks, and sucks my clit into his mouth hard.
Holy shit!
I writhe against him and rock my hips, my legs quiver, and he slid his hands over my buttocks and yanked my hips down before he glides his tongue inside me. I grunt. “Uhhhnn yes...”
Damien squeezes my thighs, and I scream when a hard slap lands on my left buttock. Tears burn the back of my eyelids from the sting, but I didn’t have time to process before his tongue is back on my clit, sucking and flicking over and over, bringing me closer to orgasm. “Use me. Fuck my mouth. Make yourself cum on my tongue, Ezra.” My toes curl as heat coils deep inside my belly. My fingers curl, my back arches, panting breathlessly. I rock my hips back and forth against his mouth and almost cry at the sensations.
I grip the headboard tight, my head goes dizzy, and an uncontrollable, burning heat rushes through me at lightning speed. My thighs quiver and I lose my breath. “Oh God…Oh God, I’m going to come.” And just before I go over the edge, he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, and I scream again when he penetrates me with his fingers so deep, and his mouth continues to tease my clit.
I felt like I was about to pass out; the pain of his fingers deep inside me and the pleasure of his mouth on my clit incites sparks through me that I couldn’t put into words if I tried.
The only thing I could do was helplessly scream and moan. “Yes, yes…yes! I’m coming, Damien!” He presses his finger down on my g-spot and continues to rub, and before I could come down from my first orgasm, he was making me climax all over again.
I whimper and pant as he brings me closer to my second climax. Those long fingers roughly thrust while I tug my restraints hard. I hiss when it pinches my skin and burns, but that only fuels my pleasure as I erupt once again. I see stars behind my eyelids. My cry of pleasure hangs in the air for a couple of seconds, and I press my head against the headboard, breathless, spent, and my body aching like it never has before.
I groan when Damien’s fingers slide out of me and the bed shifts; he crawls up behind me, his fingers curl at the nape of my neck, and he pulls me up, so my back is pressing against his chest.
My head falls back against his shoulder and his lips, dropping an open-mouthed kiss to the base of my neck while his fingers close around my throat. I hiss when he sinks his teeth into my flesh and sucks hard enough to draw blood and leaves a red mark behind. “Something to remember me by later, pretty girl,” Damien growls, gliding his tongue over the love bite before he tugs my blindfold off.
I wince and blink until my eyes adjust to the brightness of the room again. I look back and up at him, and he stares down into my eyes with that silver gaze of his. I gasp when he unties my arms, my fingers were numb, so I move them around to get the blood circulating again.
I glance down at my wrists and see they were bruised and red with the burn the friction caused from when I was tugging on them. Damien also notices and wraps his fingers around my hand, lifts my wrist, and brushes his thumb along the marks. I hiss in response, suddenly feeling the burn, and he drops my hand again and shifts off of the bed.
“Get cleaned up and come down for dinner,” Damien utters and walks out of the bedroom. I watch his retreating back and sink back on the bed, pressing my back against the headboard, I pull my knees to my chest, and once the door was closed, I exhale slowly. My body still trembling, my ladybits slick with a mixture of him and me.
What did I just do?
* * *
Another shower later,I got dressed in a different pair of jeans and a t-shirt and curled up on the bed. I wasn’t hungry, and the thought of facing him made my stomach tight.
The room grew dark as the sun sets, and I just laid there trying to figure out how one person can feel so numb yet be in such agony at the same time. I flinch when the door opens again, and I can hear his footsteps coming toward the bed. My senses pick up on the smell of food, and sure enough, Damien slides a tray of food on the bedside table. “You didn’t come down for dinner.” He says, more of a statement than a question.
“I’m not hungry.”
A frustrated sigh, “Ezra, you haven’t eaten anything since you’ve been here. You need to eat.” I ignore him—which was a mistake because I feel his fingers around my arm again, and he’s dragging me up. “I said, eat!” He barks, glaring at me, and I whimper, fighting against him.
“I said, I’m not hungry.” I shouldn’t have defied him. I should have nodded like a good girl and listened, but I didn’t. Damien grabs my face with his fingers and lifts my gaze to meet his, our lips a breath apart.
“Stop provoking me, Ezra. If I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Do you understand me? I don’t have the fucking patience to play games with you.” He states, squeezing my arm tighter, and I glare back at him.
“Oh really, because to me, it seems like you love to play games, or is it only when it’s on your terms.” I hiss when he yanks me closer, so my body is pressed up against his so much that I feel the ripple of his muscles through his shirt up against my torso.
“It’s always on my terms, Ezra.” Damien growls, “What were you expecting exactly? I devoured your pussy and made you come hard twice, don’t go looking for some hidden romantic meaning behind it because you’ll be left disappointed, sweetheart.” Damien tells me indifferently and pushes me back forcefully. I fall back on the bed and rub my arm.
“You’re a real piece of work… you know that.”
“Is that the thanks I get for making you feel good?” I gape at him as he crosses his burly arms over his chest and smirks at me arrogantly. I roll my eyes in response—another mistake. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
Uh-oh. There’s that dangerous glint in his eyes again. I stare up at him, and before I could blink twice. Damien was on me like flies on hot shit. I’m pushed back on the bed with him straddling me, his fingers tight around my throat. I gasp, cough, and struggle against him as his fingers bite tighter into my skin. “You do not roll your goddamn eyes at me, Ezra. Do it again, and I will give you something else to scream about. You hear me?” I nod and suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs with oxygen once he loosens his grip on me.
I peer up at him, and something flashes in his eyes, but it disappears too quickly before I could read too much into it. “That plate better be empty when I come back up here,” Damien warns as he walks over to the door—stopping to glance back at me over his shoulder one last time and closes the door behind him.