24. HIS DIRTY LITTLE SECRET.

"I can't tell you."

She was insistent, persuasive with her glare. "But you can show me" Damien backed away from her, but she held his arms back. "I want you to show me."

“I can’t” He muttered, turning away. “Why?” Olivia raised her voice. “Because you’re scared to stain the innocent image you have of me on your head?” Her voice echoed through the walls as she pushed him away. He clenched his jaw. “You’re drunk—“

“And you’re a coward.”

“Sam wouldn’t even think twice about pinning me against the wall and fucking the shit ou—“ He grabbed her hands swiftly, pinning her against the bed. “I dont ever want to hear that name again” He commanded, and she was quiet, sat at the edge of the bed, a smile morphing on the side of her lips. “Or what!”

His thumb slowly trailed around her soft lips, as if measuring the plumpness until it fell open. He stuck it in, easily gaining entrance through her lips and Liv tilted her head back. Her eyes rolled, and he looked down on her. “Is this what you want?” He croaked and she hummed. Slipping her hands from the bed, he grabbed the pair of handcuffs and she let out a light drunken chuckle.

“Show me.” She insisted, on hearing the click it made around the pole of the bed and Damien looked to her with second thoughts. “Why don’t you look at me like you look at them?“ She asked. “All your life, i’ve watched you choose everyone but me. Fuck everyone but m—“

“Youre different” His words pierced her ears as she hung with one arm spread to the side of the bed. “Bullshit” She cussed.

“You’re different, Olivia” He launched towards her, resisting the urge to place his lips against hers. He breathed into her mouth and she looked into his eyes. “How so, Mr Archer—“

“I could never” A lump slipped down his throat as her other hand fell to his chest, and slowly it trailed down his skin. “What are you doing?” He looked to her with devilish eyes. “What do you think Mr Archer?” She roped him in, and their lips brushed slightly.

Her chin found home on his shoulders as his hands gripped her frail body against the bed. He took her second hand, and handcuffed it as well. And his gaze assessed the thin piece of silk that was a barrier to him. “Touch me.” She whispered, and with a slash, he tore off the top of her dress, letting her breasts fall out, loose and unguarded in that dress of hers.

Olivia looked at him with immense passion burning in her eyes, a little less than his. Normally, she would have been shy, but as the piece of clothing fell to her side, all she wanted was him. Was to feel him, see him and be touched by him. His warmth, his scent.

His grip, his touch that aggravated her. That much anger burned inside of her for him, forming an emotion stronger than hate. It was desire, as his hands dug into her soft skin. He bit into her neck, for a moment forsaking that there may be a mark the next day and Liv let out a moan from her lips. Only the united beat of sex and heart could create this level of ecstasy.

She could feel him, all of him, throbbing against her thighs which she spread open, allowing the moisture drip down her legs. His hands found her, spreading her the more till there was a slit in her perfectly ruined dress. When she closed her eyes, it felt as though he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts.

She wanted to kiss him, so badly.

He was like a bad decision, a forbidden fruit she so wanted a taste out of. And he liked that, he liked that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It wasn’t a dream—it was happening. He slowly leaned into her bossoms, taking her nipples between his lips and a sensation ran up her lower back. Liv let out a deafening moan, clenching her toes as he went further down. Her eyes were close, she wouldn’t dare open them. It was the first time she was touched, by him. By any man.

Damien removed her underwear and kissing her just above her hips, every part of her body Liv was usually insecure about. She couldn’t hold him back, she couldn’t stop him but rather her hands made creaks against the bed poles, restrained in the cuffs.

She laid there, naked to him. And he got up, but let his hands remain between her moist thighs. She could feel his fingers tracing the length of her spine as his teeth sunk into her neck. “I want you” He whispered. “I want no one, but you. I always have”

She heard him, through throbbing ears just as his fingers gained entrance into her. She was tighter than expected and she let out a shrill scream for a moan. “Careful” She blurted out and he pulled away, for a moment locking into her now open eyes. He nodded gently, circling around her vulva before trying again. This time he was more gentle, using her natural wetness as lube into her and slowly breaking down each wall.

She felt herself being lifted, her feet no longer touching the floor, the darkness swirling around her. And Olivia closed her eyes, feeling safe in his touch, with his stroke. “Like this?” He whispered into her ears. They both were doped with their fumes and emanations and her back arched. “Yes” She could barely form a sentence and she was suddenly overcome with a feeling new to her. Bizarre, and strange but heavenly. Ethereal. Magnificent.

He knew her, he knew her every corner. Her every spot and for a second, Olivia had seen a light like she was going home. It was the power of his touch—because of him, she’d seen the skies. She’d seen beyond, she’d witnessed the heavens and her moans were like music to his ears.

“God yes, keep going.”

“Keep going, Mr Archer” She’d felt every inch of him, whirling in her and thrusting in and out and she clasped him with her shivering legs. He slid over her folds and did that trick again, only this time his fingertip slipped between to gather her wetness.

He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried against him, and he did everything but touch lips. And sex. But that was more than enough—he was intoxicating. The smell of him, the taste of him. And when he did pull out, she had a river flow out between her legs. He had a smirk on his lips, watching her yell for dear life, jolting across the bed with her arms tied. He was pleased, that she was satisfied.

She was more than satisfied.

Time and everything had suspended all around her, up until she opened her eyes to him and he sucked the edge of his fingers, tasting her. She laid there, limp across the bed and she unhooked the cuffs. Immediately her arms fell, sore and blood-drained. He tossed it to the bed, alongside a napkin. “There” He muttered, and even Olivia was a stranger to herself. He walked into the other room, only for once looking back at her.

“I’m going to take a shower.” He said between halting breathes, and her hands found her chest, it was erratic, racing for life as adrenaline pumped through her veins. It was as if she could still feel him although he was a distance from her. And when her eyes closed, her mouth finally parted to speak. “Fuck” She cussed.

To be continued…