Still, I’m pretty messed up too. I guess it all works out.
After everything that’s happened, the last thing I am is hungry right now, but he holds me firmly to him, sitting me down on his lap and feeding me. I don’t have it in me to resist anymore. All I can do is wonder how long it’ll take him to stop eating his food so he can eat… well, me instead. I actually blush at the obscene thought, and he glances down at me with a smirk that shows he knows what I’m thinking, before serving me another heaping forkful of steak.
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The days following our homecoming are pure bliss. Vaguely I’m aware that Damien is dealing with the Lucy situation, but her name and what it means for our safety melt under my happiness. I haven’t been happy like this in a long time. Not since before the eight months of separation.
Damien is once more showing his soft side. Well, as soft as possible for him, which isn’t saying much. He seems to like nothing more than to punish me, and his punishments are more painful than ever, but they’re also always followed by sex, and I want it all.
He also seems to like to scare me, and weirdly, I like it too. I spend far too much time dangling over the balcony railing, but we also change it up by exploring the outdoors, and the forest that borders the property.
There’s nothing like the thrill of being hunted to make me wet.
The first time he told me to run in the woods, I realized just how traumatized I still was by Vale and by the way he hunted me in the forest while I was already bleeding out from a stab wound.
I nearly had a panic attack right then and there, but the need to run and hide, even though I knew it was Damien and not Vale who was coming after me, kept me focused. It wasn’t until Damien caught me in his arms that I allowed myself to fall apart.
He didn’t fuck me, then. Only held me as I sobbed into his shoulder. But since then, we’ve played the game every day, and now the terror is gone, replaced by a thrill of power.
Because I’ve started to know the woods well, and I’ve begun to feel that I reallycouldescape. If Vale were hunting me now, I’d win.
Damien only finds me because I allow him to. I lose because I chose to.
I’ll always want to be found by Damien.
Especially when being found means getting fucked hard right on the forest floor. Or against a tree. Or over a moss-covered boulder. Or… well, in too many ways to name.
We also christened every single inch of the house. I’m glad Damien only installed the cameras around the perimeter of the property, and that the guards are stationed quite a while away from the house. I donotwant them to see this depravity.
When we’re not fucking, Damien is so tender that I nearly find myself believing hedoeshave it in him to be a family man. And I begin to wonder if I couldn’t be a housewife, after all. Just those words would have sounded absurd before.Seraphina Connor, the housewife.But now, I realize Damien wants it. Andsomehow, I want what he wants.
Luckily, what he wants most is sex. A lot of it, and in the most creative ways possible.
We bathe together every evening, but we haven’t had sex there since the first time. So when he pushes me away from him one night so I’m on my hands and knees in the bathtub, my body thrills as I wonder what he’s going to do to me.
His finger slides right past my pussy and plunges itself in my ass.
I gasp, part pain, part pleasure. No matter how often he fucks me there, I can’t quite get used to it. Which I guess is part of the reason he’s so drawn to that part of me. It must feel like deflowering me over and over.
The finger thrusts into me hard, as Damien strokes my lower back to relax me. My hands clutch at the smooth surface beneath me, trying not to slip.
Just as I begin to relax, he adds a second finger, then a third. I know what’s coming now and I groan, half anticipation, half pain.
And sure enough, when he at last withdraws his fingers, it’s only to replace them with the tip of his cock.
I arch for him, tilting my head down a bit, and that seems to give him a sudden idea.
“Take a deep breath,” he commands.
“What?”
I barely have time to inhale before he’s dunking my head underwater, at the same time driving his member deep within me. I thrash in surprise, unable to keep the water out of my nostrils and mouth, and he lets me up.
“Let’s try that again,” he murmurs. “Deep breath.”
This time he gives me enough warning so I can catch my breath. Then he pushes me down once more.
He’s filling me completely, driving into me mercilessly as hishand coils itself around my hair, forcing my head down then pulling me up, then down again. Sometimes he lets me catch a breath, other times I’m deprived of oxygen until I feel myself growing dizzy. And throughout it all, he takes me from behind, sliding in and out of me, each thrust sending sparks of pain through me.
