Only another two weeks and everything will be healed.
I like the tenderness too, though. And he still knows how to add to the pleasure some of that delicious pain we’re both addicted to. His fingers are working my ass hard as he thrusts into me, gritting his teeth with the effort of controlling himself. His other hand finds my clit, and he strokes it while continuing to pump inside me. Then he fills my ass with a third finger, and I twitch under him, feeling so full I’m sure I will burst. He presses his lips once more to mine and I moan against him, my heart racing with pain and ecstasy. He continues to lunge into me, losing some of his control, and he slams into my cervix. I cry out in pain in spite of his lips clamped to mine like a gag. At once, he tears his mouth away from me and presses it down lightly on my stomach.
“I’m going to fucking kill them,” he growls, and the thought seems to make him more aroused than ever.
He finger-fucks my ass so hard I see stars, but he slows the rhythm of his cock, wary, it seems, of causing my stomach more pain. At first, I’m a little frustrated by the gentleness, but he knows what he’s doing. I feel so full, between his cock and his fingers, that soon the pressure is building to an all-time high. I’m shaking with need under him. I gasp loudly, the orgasm threatening to break over me again.
Only this wave is about ten times more powerful than any I’ve had before. My vision turns to white as I buckle under him, my entire body spasming, jerking against its restraints.
A moment later, I feel his hot seed filling me, and then he lies down on top of me, utterly spent.
I moan under him, his cock and fingers still filling me, his beautiful head resting between my breasts. We lie still, and I drink him in, feeling his warmth surround and invade me, and I’m so thankful for him, so thankful for this moment of pure happiness, that tears prick at my eyes. He clasps me to him for a long time before withdrawing his body from mine. Then he lifts his head up to kiss me gently.
“Can we go again?” I ask shyly, and he laughs.
“My pet is very voracious,” he says, nipping at my nose playfully. “Remind me to add that to the list of punishments I owe you.”
He stands up and starts to dress, looking as regretful as I feel, before returning to the bed. He gazes at me, an intense, loving light in his eyes that makes me melt. Then he withdraws a small box from his breast pocket.
A jewelry box.
I gape as he opens it and takes out a beautiful gold engagement ring, topped with the largest diamond I’ve ever seen.
“Y-yes,” I breathe, once I’ve gotten over my shock.
He chuckles. “I wasn’t asking you.”
He slips it onto the ring finger of my left hand, which is still solidly handcuffed to the headboard.
Then he kisses me again passionately.
“Have to go now,” he sighs. “I promised the boys.”
He tears his eyes away from me, but when he reaches the door, he returns in a hurry and kisses me again. “Fuck. I wish I could stay between your legs for the rest of my life.”
He rubs a finger over my folds fondly, then grins. “Wet again, are we?”
He kisses me on the nose before walking back to the door.
“Uhm… Damien?” I ask nervously.
He pauses. “Yes, my pet?”
I blush.
“Do you think you could untie me?”
30
Damien
Ihead up to the eleventh floor, my teeth gritted in frustration. Why couldn’t they have figured it out by themselves? Can’t they ever let me be?
First, having to make my peace with letting her go, convinced that faking her death and telling her to disappear was the only way to save her. Then, to actually believe her dead, after that fucker beat and stabbed her. To find her alive again, but barely, and that horrific drive home during which I was convinced I’d lost her all over again. Two weeks in a coma as we called every doctor we could count on to keep things on the down-low. It was torture, wondering every moment if she’d live. At last she woke, safe and sound, and another form of torture began, the waiting kind, because Icouldn’t touch her. Well, not the kind of touch I’d been aching for.
It’s only very recently that I’ve been able to possess her, mind and body, and even now, I have to hold back. In a way, it makes it even better. That constant frustration, that constant need, drives me crazy. And I love it.
They could at least leave me alone for a little while. A couple of weeks. I’ve earned it, after everything.
