Taming Damian (3 page)

I gasped silently into his hand as ripples of pleasure cascaded down me.

“Wrap your legs around me now.”

I obeyed as I watched him kick the pile of clothes underneath the last stall. With his hardness still inside me, he lifted me into the last stall and closed the door behind us just as we heard the bathroom door open.

“Emma looks gorgeous tonight,” a girl said.

“I know. I love her dress. Hey, do you think this red is too red on my lips?”

“No, that’s hot. I wish I could pull off that color.”

“You probably can. Here, try it.”

I stared at Damian with wide eyes as he held me up against the bathroom wall.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered into my ear as he began to pound into me again.

I bit my lower lip as hard as I could to hold back my gasps and moans.

“You think Brandon has any single, hot guy friends here?” asked the second girl.

Damian pulled out of me and gave me a sinful smile before he whispered in my ear, “I own you, Alex, and if I don’t want you to come yet, you’re not going to come. Do you understand me?”

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I nodded, and I wondered if the girls had heard me.

“I saw some hot men tonight, but I think they’re all taken,” we heard the first girl reply.

“Oh yeah, did you see that one guy?” asked the second girl.

“You mean Emma’s hot bartender friend? Damn, he’s so freaking hot,” said the first girl. “I’d fuck him tonight if I bumped into him.”

I looked at Damian, who had a smirk on his face. We both knew that the girls were talking about him. And as if fueled by the girl’s words, Damian grabbed my right breast and took it into his mouth, his tongue flicking my nipple until it hardened between his lips. His other hand drifted lower down my body, and I held back a gasp as his fingers reached my wetness.

“Yeah, I’d do whatever he wanted with me in bed,” the second girl agreed.

I closed my eyes as an exquisite, delicious thrill slid down my body, and I felt my feet curl at the intensity of the pleasure. The rest of the conversation between the two girls faded into the background as I felt my insides melt when his fingers moved deeper inside me. My body began to tremble as his thumb strummed against my clitoris, and within seconds, I felt my body convulse as I approached my climax.

“I said not yet.” Damian’s threatening voice wormed its way into my consciousness. Suddenly, his fingers were no longer between my thighs but were in my mouth as I tasted myself from his fingers. “Let me taste your honey from your mouth, baby. Suck it all off.” His lips then found mine as his tongue explored me. “As sweet as ever,” he groaned when our lips parted.

“Did you hear that?” one girl asked.

Without warning, Damian entered me again, and it took all I had to hold back my cry of delirious pleasure.

“Hear what?” the other girl asked her friend. “I don’t hear anything. Come on. Let’s go find some hot single men before someone else scoops them up. Maybe we’ll even bump into that hot bartender for you to fuck.”

Damian pounded into me again when we heard the girls’ giggles fade away as they walked out of the bathroom.

He lowered his lips against my ear and whispered, “Like I said, I own you, Alexis.” He drove into me hard and rough. “I want to hear you fucking say it!”

“Say what?” I asked between my moans. I wasn’t sure why, but I was excited by the violence in his behavior tonight.

“Say I own you.” His hoarse voice turned into another groan as he drove into me again.

“Oh oh oh!” I gasped as pleasure and pain consumed me and I felt him deep inside me. “You own me!” I shrieked as my brain shut down and all I could focus on was the exquisite feeling of him pounding into me.

“Fuck, I’m about to come, baby!” he groaned as his thrusts became deeper and more irregular.

“Me too!”

We moved in sync with each other and I felt myself tighten my hold around his cock as I neared the edge of my orgasm. He roared as he threw his head back, and I felt his body spasm as him reached the peak of his climax. He drove inside me one last time, and I gasped as he pushed me off the cliff of my ecstasy.

We collapsed into each other’s arms, and for several minutes, the only noise between us was the sound of our rapid heartbeats and our heavy breathing.

After some time, Damian straightened up and pulled on his pants. “Come on. Let’s go, baby.” He pulled the dress up on my body and zipped it up.

“Where are we going?” The answer didn’t really matter to me, because I knew that I was in too deep and I’d go anywhere this man wanted to take me.

“The night is still young and I want to fuck you a few more times before I’m letting you sleep.” He pulled me out of the stall and led me out the bathroom door.

I giggled as I followed him up to our hotel suite. There was something exciting and dark in his voice. It was something I hadn’t seen before with Damian. It scared me, yet it excited me even more.

That night, we didn’t end up sleeping at all.

CHAPTER THREE

Damian

A kiss on my face woke me up. “Good morning, sleepyhead. It’s our last full day in Italy before we head back to SF.”

I heard Alexis throw open the curtains to the French doors that led out to the vineyard that was behind the small villa in Tuscany we had been staying in for the last two days.

I groaned as a ray of morning light hit my face from the window. “Damn, I can’t believe it’s already our last day. This week really flew by.” I opened my eyes and turned to face Alexis, who was beaming over me.
How is she always so cheerful in the morning?
“It’s too early to be this happy.”

She giggled and playfully nudged me. “Oh wake up, silly. It’s never too early to be happy.”

“Speak for yourself.” I rolled to my side, turning my back to her. I’d never been a morning person, especially after the late-night workout session we’d had the night before. My cock was still a little sore. “Why are you always so happy when we wake up?” I mumbled as I closed my eyes and tried to drift back to sleep.

“Hmm, you know what? I actually never really realized that I came off that way. But I guess you’re right. I think it has to do with something my dad use to tell me when I was growing up.”

“Oh?” I opened my eyes and turned around to face her. As much as I wanted to hate this woman, I knew her love for her deceased parents was the most genuine thing about her. “What did he tell you?” I fought back a yawn as I sat up against the headboard.

“Well, when I was a kid, some days I’d wake up in tears from a bad dream, and some days I just simply didn’t want to get out of bed in the mornings. And on those mornings, I’d pout and cry when my dad tried to get me out of bed.”

I laughed. “You were such a brat.”

Alexis laughed. “I was.” I watched her smile as she thought back to those old memories. “My dad wouldn’t yell at me or force me out of bed. Instead, he would always just say to me, ‘Cheer up, buttercup. Today’s a fresh new day! You never know what’s just waiting for you around the corner because with every new day comes new possibilities. So why not start your day happy with a smile on your face?” I saw her eyes glisten as she blinked back the tears. “So he taught me to always wake up in the mornings with a fresh new outlook on the day and think about all the great possibilities that will come my way if I start my day with a smile. And now that he’s not around to tell me that anymore, I guess I often start my day with his words in mind.”

I reached over and squeezed her hand. “Cheer up, buttercup. It is a new day, and our last one here in Italy. So let’s enjoy it.”

She beamed at me and wiped a tear from her eye. “Thank you. I really miss them.”

“I know.” I loved hearing the way she talked about her parents. The love she had for them was infectious. I saw it in the way her voice changed when she reminisced about them, the way her eyes twinkled, and the way her pink lips curled into the warmest smile. It was the type of love I’d never experienced before, and it wasn’t until I’d met Alexis that I’d realized that it was the type of love I’d hungered for—the endearing love that seemed to live on forever. This was the type of love I’d thought this beautiful woman was beginning to develop for me.

My body tightened at this last thought. I pulled my hand away and looked away from her as a sharp ache radiated from my chest and the image of the text message flashed before my eyes. I was no longer so sure she had that same love for me that she had for her parents.

She doesn’t really love you, man.
I felt conflicting thoughts swirl around in my head as I tried to reconcile between my feelings for this woman and her betrayal.
You know she’s lied to your face and betrayed you. Don’t fucking give in to her again!

“Hey, you okay?” Alexis’s voice broke through my thoughts.

“Uh. Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Your body started to tense up just now.” She cocked her head and frowned at me.

“Oh.” She was right. It wasn’t until then that I realized that my hands were curled up into tight fists. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just need to wake up,” I lied. “Hey, I’m going to jump into the shower before we head out. Join me.” I got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.

“In a minute, babe. I’ll be there soon. I just want to lie here for a few more minutes.”

I looked back at Alexis and watched her stretch in the bed, her naked body intertwining with the sheets. My cock twitched and I knew I couldn’t fight it. I was turned on.

I strode back to the bed and hopped on top her before she knew I was there.

She giggled in surprised. “The shower is over there!” She pointed her finger behind me as she tried to break out of my grasp.

“I’m in no rush.” I grabbed her hands and held them over her head in a viselike grip. My eyes gave her a once-over as I took in her naked body. Her sun-kissed skin from the days on the beach contrasted with her smooth ivory skin in the areas of her body only I’d seen and touched this week. My other hand slowly grazed down her skin, moving from her collarbone to the curves of her delicious breasts to her abdomen.

She burst out in laughter when I grabbed her waist. “That tickles!”

That was not the response I wanted to hear. “I can fix that real quick.” My lips curled into a wicked smile. She gasped in pleasure as I inserted my index and middle fingers inside her wetness. “Looks like someone’s already ready for me,” I groaned as her silky, warm pussy tightened around my fingers, sending sparks of electricity shooting through my body and down toward my hard cock.  

She squirmed and arched her hips against my fingers, begging me to go deeper inside the wet warmth of her pussy. I snickered at her need for me.
This is more like it.
She quivered in my hand as I slid my fingers in and out of her a few times before removing them.

“Not yet,” she whimpered.

“I love when you beg.” I gave her a satisfied smile. I watched her writhe below me as she tried to grind her pussy up against my hand. I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting her dewy sweetness. “Fuck, you’re delicious.” And as much as I hated myself to admit it, I meant it. She tasted like honey, and it drove me wild and horny when I tasted her. Since I’d met her, that was the one thing I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“Stop making me beg, you asshole,” she pouted.

I chuckled. “Oh come on. You love this.”

I smirked and lowered my hand between her legs. Her hands tightened around the bed sheets as I circled my thumb around her clit, and I watched with glee as she writhed before me.

“This is how amazing you taste.” I lowered myself on top of her and kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself off my tongue.

She sighed as her mouth eagerly accepted mine. I knew she wanted more. I knew she thought I was about to fuck her brains out. And that was exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I wanted to tease her. I wanted her to beg for more. And more than anything, I wanted her to know who held the cards in this relationship.

Without warning, with her hands still secured above her head, I held down her hips with my free hand and drove my entire length into her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight!” I groaned when I felt her clench around me as I pulled out of her. I wanted more than anything to continue to move inside her, but I forced myself to stop.

I am in control, not her.

“Okay, I’m going in the shower. I just wanted to give you a taste of what you’ll get when you join me.” I got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I knew she was staring after me in surprise.

“You fucking tease! I hate you so much right now!” she cried after me.

I laughed. “Well you can show me how much you hate me in the shower,” I challenged. “I love angry fucking.”

“Okay, you just wait! I’ll be right there.”

I laughed triumphantly as I turned on the shower and jumped in.

As the hot water washed down my body, I sighed and started to relax. I hadn’t realized until now how tense and tired my muscles had been this week.

I started thinking about everything that had happened since I’d seen that text message from Chris. I had been livid when I went into the bathroom to confront Alexis. But when I had seen her talking to herself, I had overheard her say that she was going to tell me something. I knew it was only a matter of time that she’d tell me. A part of me wanted to give her that opportunity to fess up. But until she did, I was going to have my way with her however I wanted. That was going to be her punishment. I wasn’t going to make love to her anymore. I was going to fuck her like the whore she was. I was going to make her feel like one of my many hundreds of girls from my little black book. I was going to fuck her and leave her when I was through with her. Maybe that’d make her feel useless and foolish. And maybe that’d lessen the pain in my chest if she felt some of the pain I was feeling.

So that night at the wedding, I had angry fucked her several times as I’d tried to vent my rage out on her without her knowing it. First, I fucked her in the bathroom stall with two girls just a few feet away. Then I fucked her up the ass in the lit-up pool at the hotel. After that, I came all over her face on the stairwell leading up to our hotel suite. Finally I fucked her on the balcony in our suite and made her scream out my name for the other guests to hear.