Pandora's Pleasure: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

by Vanessa Fewings

  “Bring a slice,” he demanded. “I’ll finish mine later.”

  Thomas hurried to throw a big slice of the dessert into a glass dish. I gave him a hug before leaving.

  Carrying the chocolate mousse, I tried to keep up with Damien’s long strides. “I’m not allowed to bake at home.”

  “Don’t take this the wrong way, but Thomas doesn’t have the time to entertain you.”

  My feet stuck on the tile as I watched him walk off. He’d gone from cordial this morning back to moody.

  “Hurry up.” He held the door open for me.

  I scurried through. “I was showing him a new recipe.”

  “Right, a Michelin chef. I’m sure he appreciated that.” He cast a disapproving glance my way.

  We exited the building and he gave a courtesy wave to the two security officers as we passed by them. Damien quickly reached the passenger door of the SUV and ushered me in.

  We both settled into the back seat of the car—the same one that had brought me here. My suitcase had been stashed in the back. With Damien’s change of mood, I wondered if he regretted inviting me over to stay tonight.

  “How was your meeting with your dad?” I asked.

  “Seatbelt on,” he snapped.

  Pulling mine on, I asked, “What about yours?”

  He was too busy texting. “Do as I say, and all that.”

  “Damien, what’s wrong?”

  He glanced at the chauffeur. “Not now.”

  Turning to face him, I felt a rant building inside me. “This is how it always goes. Don’t do that. Do this. Be like this—”

  “Bad time for a tantrum.”

  “I’m expressing how I feel.”

  “Feelings are irrelevant in our business. Or didn’t they teach you that at your finishing school?”

  “If you’re asking if I studied politics, yes, I did,” I replied. “I’m fluent in several languages—including computer programming. I can play the piano well enough to get by at a dinner party—”

  “I saw your resume,” he said dryly. “Very impressive. Want a standing ovation?”

  I poked a finger into his ribs. “I could have gotten into Yale.”

  “Your point?”

  “If there’s a problem, maybe I can help.”

  “If I need someone to hack into a computer, I’ll call you.”

  “You know I can actually do that, right?”

  He shot a warning glare at the driver. “She’s joking.”

  I reached over and gave his arm a squeeze. “Tell me about it when we get home.”

  “Very well.” He didn’t sound convincing.

  I touched my pendant, making sure he saw my revenge play.

  He pretended to ignore me and focused on his iPhone instead, tapping away on the screen, no doubt sending off emails and reading texts that made him cringe now and again.

  Something had him extremely upset, going by his deepening frown lines and the occasional expression of defeat I saw on his face. Seeing him like this was difficult.

  We drove the rest of the way in silence.

  Once out of the car, Damien pulled me closer. “There’s a lot going on.”

  “I’m here if you want to talk.” I watched him walk over and lift my suitcase out of the back of the SUV.

  He rolled my suitcase up the driveway as I followed, which seemed to make the driver uncomfortable. Damien turned back to face him. “Take the rest of the day off.”

  The chauffeur brightened and gave him a grateful nod.

  Damien might be a class-A asshole, but at least he was a gentleman to the staff.

  We headed into Foxhall.

  Being back here so soon after this morning felt like a small victory. We entered the kitchen, where we’d had breakfast this morning and made an intimate memory of our first morning together.

  “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.

  I styled my hair so that loose waves tumbled over my shoulders with sensual elegance. Then I applied some light foundation, dabbing on mascara and eye shadow and choosing my bright red lipstick to fit my vixen mood.

  “No underwear,” he called over to me.

  “At all?”

  “For tonight, you should respond with ‘Yes, sir.’”

  “Before we begin role playing?”

  He shrugged.

  “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

  He raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s complicated.”

  “Maybe I can offer a different perspective.”

  “You may bring your phone, but it must be turned off the entire time.” Damien strolled over to the window and looked out. “Our car’s here.”

  With masterful strides, he moved across the room and pulled a shoebox off the dresser. Kneeling before me, he eased my feet into the exquisite heels he had bought for me. They were higher than any I had ever worn before, the black straps weaving around my ankle with precision.

  “They’re beautiful.”

  He gave a ghost of a smile. “Thought I’d introduce you into the scene gradually.”

  “I’m excited.” I reached down and cupped his cheek.

  His eyes closed for a beat before he pushed himself up. “Come.”

  Grabbing my clutch purse, I followed him downstairs.

  We entered a chic-looking dining room that contained a long table surrounded by eight high-backed chairs. A crystal chandelier hanging above the center cast a prism around us, reflected in the impressively large mirror on the far wall.

  It made me wonder if he liked to entertain in here.

  Moving closer, I watched him place a series of playing cards on the dining room table, facedown.

  “Sir,” I said, leaning forward to get a closer look. “What’s this?”

  He rested a fingertip on one. “This will enable us to express a desire without having to speak one word.”

  A shudder of anticipation ran through me.

  He tapped one of them. “You choose one. I choose one.”

  “Turn them over.”

  “They’re explicit.”

  Oh, my God, these were sex cards—the implication obvious.

  “Do we choose one randomly?” I asked meekly.

  He shook his head. “Choose the one you want to happen to you tonight.”

  I took a deep breath, feeling a bit lightheaded. “I can do that.”

  “For this to continue, you must abide by the rules. Ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Face forward over the table.”

  “Why?”

  His hand crashed against my ass leaving a mark, no doubt. Quickly, I leaned over the table, an electrifying zing buzzing through my body as his fingers hoisted my dress over my hips to expose me. The breeze on my butt caused me to shiver.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Better.”

  To my left, he unraveled a velvet cloth, revealing a collection of five bejeweled butt plugs, all in various sizes. He reached for the lube beside them and squirted some onto his fingertip.

  “You’re putting one of those in me?”

  “Keep this in all evening.” His sticky finger worked the lube around my hole, dipping in a little. “Smallest first.”

  His hands eased my cheeks open and I felt the taut pressure at my entrance. My face flushed wildly as the small anal plug went all the way in. An erotic moan escaped my throat as my pussy spasmed in response to this dreamy sensation. No one had ever seen that part of me before.

  “How does it feel?”

  “I feel turned on,” I admitted.

  He gave my ass another slap. “Up.”

  I straightened, trying to ignore that gentle, arousing force inside me causing a shiver up my spine—and trying to hide my embarrassment.

  He returned to the cards and flipped one over. It was a drawing of a woman on her knees giving oral sex. Damien and I swapped a knowing look. We’d done this one a few hours ago in his kitchen. I suppose that meant it didn’t count.

  With a twist of his wrist, he flipped over another card and then another, one after the other until all of them were laying face-up. How many submissives had played this game with him? I didn’t care. The danger of the unknown and the lust-filled promise of endless pleasures with him were too alluring. I peered down at all the sexual acts on display, my heart racing.

  I peered up at Damien. “I choose now?”

  “Give me any of these cards and your fantasy will be granted.”

  So many choices. So many devilish positions and variations to experience. “Any of them?”

  He le
aned in and trailed gentle kisses up my neck and along my jaw, his cologne a teasing reminder of the night ahead that would mean our fantasies being fulfilled.

  “Do you want me to choose first?” His finger hovered over one card and then another and then landed on the one in the center.

  “Oh, you went with that one.” My pussy clenched tight and a pang came from the plug in my ass.

  “I take it you approve?” he said, his voice husky.

  That card—what he wanted of me—would have me bending over a high table and showing myself to two men while they touched me at the same time…fingering me there. But who would be the other man?

  “Do you trust me?” He sensed my question about who might be joining us.

  I suddenly wanted to raise the bar to see if I could shock him. I pressed my finger to another card and then picked it up, handing it to him. “This one, please.”

  Damien’s brows rose and he gave me a nod of approval.

  He gestured toward the front door. “Shall we begin?”

  There was only one man I trusted to pull off this fantasy for Pandora alongside me. Theo was a guy with integrity, a gentleman who cared for his submissives and wanted his lovers to thrive—not just in an erotic setting, but in life, too.

  He was a man capable of not only ensuring the five-star hotel suite was pleasing, prepared with all the luxuries, but also free of recording devices.

  The Ritz offered up one of the best private suites available—it was spacious and had a decadent spirit, regally designed in the Louis XVI neoclassical style with gold trim and a generous display of blue wallpaper. The lighting was minimal to enhance the forbidden mood.

  Should Pandora explore further, she’d find two full bathrooms with generous tubs that we might try later. A generously stocked bar in the living room invited guests to partake in the leisurely atmosphere of decadence.

  There would be no sleeping here.

  The play was real—the emotions always true to form.

  So far, I saw no regret in Pandora. She was taking in the luxury suite with a look of approval. Complimentary champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries had been placed on the central table and would appeal to her taste. A vase of fresh roses set the romantic scene—a feminine touch to represent her as the center of attention.