“I was going to take you out to lunch,” he said, his tone apologetic. “But I’ve lost my appetite.”
“What happened?”
He shook his head, refusing to go there, rubbing his tired eyes.
Setting the glass dish on the countertop, I opened his fridge. “I’ll make us something to drink.” I poured sparkling water into two glasses, adding ice cubes and a slice of lemon in each.
Damien moved around the kitchen looking for something. He caught me watching him. “Secret stash.”
I shook my head. “Those things are bad for you.”
He yanked open a kitchen drawer. “I do this thing where I hide a cigarette hoping to forget about it. Then I forget I found it.”
Lifting my skirt, I flashed him a look at my panties. “This is me saving your life.”
“Jesus.” He raced over to the wall console and punched a button to close the blinds. “The windows.”
“We have nothing to hide.”
He stepped closer. “If only that were true.”
After slipping out of my panties and dropping them on the floor, I lifted myself up onto the central island and sat on the edge, leaning back and spreading my thighs. I took a deep breath in anticipation, turned on at the thought of being so exposed. “Let me make you feel better.”
He didn’t move. “Actually, I wanted to talk with you about this evening.”
“Oh?”
“No fucking around until tonight.” He started to say something else and then paused, staring at me. “Maybe we can.”
Biting my lip suggestively, I leaned over and took the lid off the glass dish.
In a flash, he was standing in front of me. “Let’s taste that dessert of yours.”
“You’ve never tasted anything like this,” I said, as he pushed my skirt up around my waist.
“Hmm, I might have.” He smirked as he dipped his finger in and scooped up some of the chocolate mousse, smearing it over my sex.
Oh, yes.
His finger caressed the delightful softness between my folds, causing a rush of sensations to spread through my body.
Damien leaned down and ran his tongue along my clit. “Best dessert I’ve ever tasted.”
“Train me to be your submissive.”
He straightened, his dark eyes studying me. “First, you must agree to no more outbursts like you had in the car.”
“No speaking my mind?”
“Yes, no more of that.”
“I’m not sure that’s something I can do.”
“Allow me to demonstrate how you’ll be rewarded for your obedience.” His head dipped once again, his mouth lavishing affection on my sex like a starved man, his tongue darting and exploring, no doubt tasting the creamy richness of the chocolate.
My breath caught at the searing passion coming off of him.
My head fell back and I stared up at the ceiling without really seeing it. I was lost in oblivion as he kissed my thighs, teasing me with the pleasure he was denying me before returning to that sensitive place where he bestowed endless pleasure.
I reached over to dip my finger into the dessert to give him more.
He gripped my wrist to stop me. “You’re all I want,” he whispered, his words resonating like a poem…
Easing my folds back, I offered myself willingly and he ravished me there, his tongue swirling and conquering and owning that part of me.
My thighs trembled, my body shaking and my back arching, as I came in waves, my hips rocking as my climax possessed me.
He possessed me.
Damien planted kisses up my thighs and then rested his cheek against my stomach, taking a moment for himself, as though he wasn’t ready to part from me. I selfishly craved more times like this, never wanting this closeness to cease, not now, not ever.
His lips pressed to my public bone. “I needed that more than I realized.”
Trailing my fingers through his hair, I whispered. “I want to take your mind off it a little longer.”
“Off what?”
“What’s upset you.”
He shook his head.
I nudged him back so I could slide off the central island. “Let me do this for you.”
I sank to my knees, reaching for his pants and undoing his zipper, peering up at him with a seductive little smile. I gently eased his cock out, feeling it begin to harden in my grip as my hand slid from base to tip.
I dipped my head and took my first taste of him, my tongue exploring the rounded head, licking and lapping. Damien’s left hand reached out to grip the countertop.
I took a deep breath and then drew his girth all the way to the back of my throat, lips stretching wide to accommodate his size.
“Suckle my balls,” he demanded.
Using my right hand to stroke him, I dipped my head lower to draw his right sac between my lips, feeling the firmness surrounded by softness, then worshiping the left one as I suckled harder.
“Pandora, let me know where you want my cum…”
I leaned my head back to look up at him. “I want to swallow.”
He gave a nod as I took his length into my mouth again. Rocking his hips, he reached for either side of my head, fisting locks of my hair to thrust deeper into my throat. Breathing in through my nose, I followed his pace, excited for his taste, thrilled to be the one to send him over the edge.
His deep-throated groans revealed the nearing of his climax.
“That’s it,” he said huskily. “Don’t stop.”
My moan vibrated against his steely silkiness.
“I’m coming,” he grunted.
His heat shot into my mouth, and I tasted the salty warmth of his cum, thick and creamy and seemingly endless as I swallowed and swallowed and tried to keep air in my lungs—my fist stroking him from base to tip as he went ridged.
I’d stolen his breath, too.
Looking up at him, his height intimidating, I read the torturous bliss in his face as he climaxed, panting heavily. I lapped his shaft to thank him for letting me have him like this—it was everything I imagined it would be.
It was a gift I’d need again soon, seeing him come undone before me. For the first time, the power had been mine.
He eased out of my grip and tucked himself away.
I blinked up at him. “Did I do it right?”
He stepped forward and brought my face to rest against his belly, his taste still on my tongue.
I settled against him, still on my knees, feeling calm and sated, giving him time to recover. I closed my eyes, savoring this rare moment of quiet affection between us.
Later that evening, I readied for the uncertainty of what Damien had planned for us.
I’d wanted to dabble in an erotic playground, but it felt altogether different in reality. The unknown closing in made me apprehensive—even if my body yearned to explore. Even if I felt like I was breaking out of the confines of my life and doing something unique. My body ached for what was to come.
Fingering my silver pendant, I understood its symbolism now. It felt like a key had been turned and my desire had been unlocked at last.
Wanting to look uber sexy for my new adventure, I chose my Saks Fifth Avenue short black halter-neck dress that I’d packed earlier today.
Damien was in a black tuxedo, his mood lifting as I got ready around him, passing him now and again and reaching out to touch his hand or lean in for a hug. He responded with affection and seemed to draw comfort from my small gestures.