Chapter 23: Lydia
I fade back into Damian's realm and discover he's removed the toys from my ass and pussy along with the wrist and ankle cuffs. Damn, the nipple clamps are gone too. He lifts me within his strong arms and carries me out of his big glorious dungeon. He gently places me on his large bed. My eyes are barely open, but I watch sleepily as he undresses. He joins me and pulls me into his chest. His fingers unweave my braid and spread the damp strands around us. His touch remains tender while he massages my shoulders and back. Ever so slowly, his hands move down until he's rubbing my red ass and thighs.
His voice is incredibly low when he speaks. "My father started Pleas-Her Toys. He was rarely around when I was a child. He never married my mother but I didn't understand that as a young boy." His hand stops moving and just rests against my fevered flesh. "He had a different woman in almost every state. I still have no idea how many half brothers and sisters I have. He showed up once or twice a year. I would hear my mom's cries of pleasure coming from her bedroom. The few times my dad took me anywhere he would tell me all women were whores. He never used my mom's name but it was implied." Damian's hand squeezes my hip and I don't think he has any idea he's doing it. "I decked him when I was fifteen." His voice changes and I know what he's telling me is an incredibly personal look at what makes him tick. "I pulled his company out from under him five years after I graduated college," he continues. "My father died two years later." Damian hesitates but I don't think he's finished. "My mother still loves him."
The room is quiet except for our combined breathing. I lay quietly thinking about how far out of my element I am. Damian is doing exactly what I love right now. This is the soothing time for a sub and even though we're lying side by side, I'm a puddle at his feet. "Why are you doing this, Damian?" I ask softly and continue before he answers. "You and I won't work and I'm leaving at the end of the month."
"You're so stubborn." I can hear the hurt in his voice but I can't give in. He speaks again before I can stop him and his voice takes on a lighter note. "Now it's your turn," he says and shifts slightly. "Tell me something I don't know about you."
He's killing me. I can't do this. Not the personal stuff. I need to take his mind away from this questioning. I smile wickedly and flick my tongue against his upper arm. His grin answers mine and his beautiful dimples appear as if he understands what I'm thinking. He rolls us until I'm lying on top of him, our legs intertwined. His arms rise and his hands grasp the brass rails of the headboard. "This is for you. Do your worst."
He knows my craving is a ruse, but he lets it go. "Can I tie you?" I ask.
There are tiny gold flakes in his eyes and I swear they're sparkling right now. "No, baby, but I won't let go."
I sit up and rest on his lower thighs. After scooting back a little, I rearrange us so his legs are on either side of me. His body is exceptional-the contours rippled. His hard abs beg for my tongue. His erection stands tall and proud. I need him inside me, but I have a fantasy to play out first.
He's actually enjoying this, which surprises me. "If you need a condom, they're in the nightstand drawer." He nods to my right with a quirk to his lips.
"Oh, I'll eventually need one or two," I tell him with a wink. His cock jumps at the words and my grin widens. Looking up, his dark wicked eyes meet mine. I lean over him and lick his nipple. When it's hard beneath my tongue, I give the other the same attention. It's been a long time since I've wanted to worship a man's body like this. I live in a world where fantasies come true, but I rarely live mine. Right now I'm taking what I want. I lick and nibble as I move down his chest to the valleyed plains of his abs. His skin is a combination of salt and musk that ramps my own desire up ten notches.
He plays nice and keeps his hands on the rails. His muscled arms tighten when he particularly likes a place I'm touching him. As a Domme, it's up to me to learn about his wants and needs.
I'm not his Domme, I remind myself silently. I lick a wet circle around his belly button and it's easy to allow negative thoughts to drift away. This is about mutual enjoyment, and having Damian beneath me takes joy to an entirely new level. My tongue glides upward, and I don't take my mouth from him until I'm at his collarbone. I rise up a bit and reach into the drawer to remove a condom.
I re-adjust positions so Damian's cock is standing at attention between my thighs. I slide the condom over him, watching his face while I do it. His eyes are barely open and the firmness of his jaw shows how much control he's exerting to keep his hands in place. I lift up on my knees and position his cock at my entrance. Staring into his eyes, I slowly sink down until my pussy surrounds his thick heat.
His hips rock upward, sending an undeniable thrill directly to my pussy. I rest my hands on his chest and his muscles bunch beneath me. I throw my head back as I find my rhythm. It doesn't take long before my lower belly tightens. Damian strains and his breathing grows ragged. His heavy groan fills the room and his cock spasms inside me when he comes. Hot seed fills the condom and even through the latex I feel it. My orgasm rockets over me, traveling along my nerve endings and sending electrical pulses clear to my toes. My ears fill with screams of fulfillment.
It's seconds, minutes, I'm not sure before Damian pulls me down so I'm lying fully on top of him. Our bodies stay joined. I'm not sure I've ever been this sexually satisfied in my life. Damian rolls and disengages his body from mine. I'm too tired to open my eyes when he leaves the bed. A minute later he's back. He pulls me into the comfort of his chest and that's the last thing I remember before sleep takes me away.
***
Early morning sunlight slips through the sheer window coverings and wakes me. I'm alone. I inhale the combined scent of Damian and sex. The two go deliciously hand in hand. There's a bathrobe at the foot of the bed. It's not the one from the night before. This is soft, plush terry cloth, and when I put it on, it ends at my ankles. I detour to the bathroom before I go in search of my Dom.
Sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper, is the last person I expect to see. Carl looks up when I approach.
"Good morning. I've brought some clothes for you and then I'm to escort you back to your rooms. Samson has been walked and fed this morning, and I was told to let you sleep and that you will not be working tonight." His voice carries little inflection.
"Where is he?" I ask while trying to keep the hurt of a missing Damian from my tone.
Carl places the newspaper on the table and rises. "He left on a business trip and should be back in a few days."
My world collapses. Carl avoids my eyes and carries his coffee cup into the kitchen. I glance around and spot the bag he brought. Picking it up, I head in search of another bathroom. I refuse to enter Damian's bedroom again.
The bathroom mirror shows my sleep tousled hair swirling around haunted eyes. Why didn't Damian mention he was leaving today? He could have left a note, anything. The longer I think about it the angrier I become. I jerk on my clothes and leave the bathroom. Carl takes me through the front door to a bank of elevators. These are different from the private one inside his apartment. Carl points out the correct elevator and enters a code when we're inside. The doors open. Carl reaches in front of me and opens another door. We enter a familiar bedroom and Sam's whine on the other side of the bedroom door confirms that we're in my suite.
I look at Carl. "Will my code work on this elevator and take me to Damian's suite?"
Carl glances away. "I don't know. Damian would need to set the access code with your room code."
"I see. Thanks for the escort. I'll see you tonight."
Carl's expression shows he's nonplussed at my announcement. "Damian gave you the night off," he says in a slightly exasperated tone.
My hand swoops out and I motion at the elevator. "When the rat's away the mice will play. I'll see you tonight."
Carl leaves and when I'm sure the elevator has taken him to his destination, I punch my room code into the keypad beside the door. Nothing. I'm locked out of Damian's private world and I'm determined to lock him out of my heart. Mr. Quick Dick will not play me again.
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