The woman had balls enough to address the elephant in the room, I’ll give her that. “My apologies. Please allow me rephrase.” I leaned down farther into her personal space. “I’ve never fucked anyone besides you without a condom.”
Her chest started to heave and another inch and her tits would be brushing up against my stomach. “Well, same here. I have no health issues and I make sure I learn from my mistakes so I have always used a condom with my partners.”
I was unreasonably seething inside at her comment of using protection with her partners. In the last ten years, my PI had reported her dating a guy named Grady Waterston when she was twenty, but that only lasted a couple of months. My guess is it was too hard to juggle work, college and a boyfriend. He later reported her dating a guy named Eric Singleton shortly after she graduated college, but again, that only last a couple of months. It was around that time she got on board with helping Alice McEntire run her business. The latest report was that she started casually dating a guy named Jason Marks. They started dating about six months ago and while my PI hasn’t ever caught them having any slumber parties, I knew good, old Jason wasn’t still around if she hadn’t already laid down with him.
I’ll admit her number was far smaller than mine And I didn’t give a fuck how chauvinistic that made me, but the knowledge that another man knew how she sounded and what she looked like when she came, had the psychopath in me ready to murder the entire town.
“Well, I think it goes without saying that during these next six months there won’t be any other partners in on this.”
She darted her eyes away from mine and began to bite her lower lip. I almost lost my mind at her hesitation. The beast in me was trying to claw his way out of my soul and if she didn’t fucking answer me soon, I was going to let him out.
She finally returned her attention to me. “Okay…I…that sounds reasonable and it’s safer to be monogamous.” She tried to laugh off the seriousness of my demand. “I mean, how hard can it be to remain monogamous for six months, right?”
I gave her a pass only because she truly didn’t have any idea how deep my obsession with her ran. I knew she believed all this was a game of power and manipulation and while it was, it was born out of my desperation to have her. If anyone asked me if I loved this woman, I would tell them no. What I felt for Fiona went beyond common love. What I felt was an all-consuming state of madness for her. If she had any clue as to what she did to me, she’d flee the country posthaste.
But I would still find her.
“Good. You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to good, old Jason, now would you?”
Her eyes rounded to the size of platters. “How do-”
“Doesn’t matter what I know or how I know it. Just know that I have enough money to know everything I need to know about you, including who you’re fucking.” I shook her slightly with the grip I still had on her arm. “In the morning you’re going to give your friend Jason a call and convince him that you’ve moved on.” She opened her mouth to protest, no doubt, but I didn’t let her speak. “Do not test me on this, Fiona. If that man comes near you while you belong to me, I will fucking destroy him and everything he has, then I’ll go after Vicky and then Alice.” I shook her harder. “And then I’ll go after you, understood?”
Her beautiful brown eyes flooded in teary rage. “I hate you!”
“I don’t care what you feel for me, Halloween. As long as I make you feel something.” I slammed my lips down on hers and the feeling of euphoria washed over my body like the first waves of heroin hitting an addict’s blood stream.
I ran my hand up the back of her neck and fisted a chunk of her chocolate masses so tightly she let out a strained moan. I could only hope it was hurting her. This first time was all for me. It was to feed my obsession and give me a semblance of sanity. I had the rest of the night to take care of her later, but right now, I needed this hit.
I pulled back on the kiss and stared down at her swollen lips. Her eyes were glassy and lidded. “Don’t ever forget, you chose this, Fiona. That means you will act like you want me even if you don’t. That means you don’t ever get to say no to me. That means you are mine to dress, to feed, to wash, to kiss and to fuck however I want. Tell me you understand the rules.”
She was breathing so hard, I was afraid she might hyperventilate, but the look in her eyes wasn’t exactly hate. “I un…understand, Damien.”
“Good.” That was all that needed to be said before my lips descended on hers again.
This time she opened her mouth and let me inside. I swept my tongue alongside hers and I wanted to pledge everything I owned to God when she started actively kissing me back. With my right hand still tangled up in her hair, I ran my left hand down her neck and chest until I held the weight of one of those heavy, delicious tits.
Ten years ago I had been too young, too crazy and too desperate to worship her like I should have. Tonight, my tongue was going to learn every inch of her body, my fingers were going to massage every entrance she had, my hands were going to memorize all her curves and my dick was going to shower her entire body, inside and out, with my cum.
Fiona grabbed onto my waist and I could feel her curl her fingers into the leather of my belt. I took that as a sign that she was turned on and so I started walking her backwards towards the bed.
On our journey to the bed, clothes were being ripped off and discarded like the nuisances there were. The more Fiona participated in the stripping, the more encouraged I became. She may hate me, but she didn’t hate my touch and I would take what I could get from her.
As soon as I felt the back of her thighs hit the bed, I worked at lightning speed to remove her bra and panties, as they were the only things left on her body. I found the resolve to step away from her and I lost the power of speech as I took in a grown up, naked Fiona.
As soon as she realized that I was taking in every inch of her magnificent body, she curled into herself trying to hide her body from my view. I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed them back making her stand tall…well, as tall as her 5’2” would allow. “Don’t ever hide from me, Halloween. I’ve been fantasizing about your body for more years than I can count.” I decided to give her a little bit of real honesty. “Graduation night, I wanted you so badly that I didn’t take the time to look and appreciate what you were giving me.” Her eyes were bugging out of her head so comically, I almost laughed. “I won’t be making that same mistake tonight. By the time I’m done with you, your entire body will be burned into my memory.” I was going to own every fucking inch of her.
“Damien…” she whispered astonished.
“Baby, I’m going to worship every inch of you,” I promised. “Get up on the bed and just lay back for me.”
I was shocked as shit when she obeyed me argument-free. I stood transfixed as she scooted herself backwards until her head rested on the ridiculous amount of pillows on the bed. They propped her body up giving me a direct view of her massive tits, so I really shouldn’t bad mouth the abundance of pillows.
I dropped my boxers and I knew there was no way she couldn’t see how rock solid hard I was. Her eyes widen-God let that be with awe and not pity-and I quickly climbed up on the bed to cover her. Fiona instinctively opened her legs to accommodate me and the second my cock was cradled by her body, I knew I would never want to be anywhere else but here for the rest of my life.
I held myself up with my elbows and just took my time looking down at her face. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her eyes started to gloss over, and call me a pussy, but I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for everything, how much I love and have always loved her and ask her to marry me all at once.
I should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“Don’t say things like that to me, Damien.” She tilted her head back a little, strengthening her resolve. “I’m here for you to fuck and nothing more. Don’t act like you give a shit about me now.”
I didn’t blame her
considering all she knew about me is what I’ve shown her, but that knowledge did nothing to curb the animal she riled up with her words. “So you just want a repeat of graduation night? You want me to just take from you, is that it?”
Then she cut me to ribbons. “I was never confused into thinking you were going to do anything but take from me. You’ve been doing it since we were five.”
I was so pissed that she had every right to think that; I decided to show her the bastard she believed me to be. “In that case, know that it’s going to only be until I’m satisfied that I’ll leave your body alone. Until then, I don’t care how sore, bruised or battered you are. I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”
Chapter 9
Fiona – It’s not only the professionally diagnosed that are crazy.
I don’t know what prompted me to bait him. I just knew the gentleness he showed me was fucking with my head. I don’t want him telling me I’m beautiful. I don’t want him caressing me tenderly. I want…no, I need him to use me ruthlessly if I’m going to make it out of this arrangement with any kind of sanity left to speak of. I didn’t want to like him.
I tried to be realistic and practical but it was pretty evident I was out of my mind crazy. I mean, what other explanation can there be for me actually liking the way he was kissing and touching me? The second I felt his lips on mine and his hands on my body I was a goner. I was a pathetic, sad, desperate, confused goner. How can his touch feel so good when I hate him so much?
I’ve only been touched by three other men after graduation night and none of what they did came close to how enflamed Damien made my body. I’m definitely going to need professional couch time therapy after these next six months…three times a week, most likely.
Damien started at my right ear and started kissing his way down my neck and it felt sooooooo deliciously sinful. I wanted to cry because he wasn’t doing anything special. My fucked up mind knowing that it was him kissing me is what made it feel so good. I let out an involuntary moan there was no way I could keep in.
He kept moving his way down my body until he was in perfect position to take a nipple into his mouth and when he did my body almost skyrocketed off the bed. He took both my breasts in his hands and kneaded the flesh as he alternated between sucking, laving and biting both harden tips.
“Oh God!” I shamelessly ran my fingers through his hair and held him close to me as he tasted and teased me. “Damien…”
He stopped pleasuring my breasts and moved his way up my neck until his lips reached my ear again. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you disappointed I’m not ramming my cock into your hot pussy yet?”
His dirty words were making me wetter than I have ever been, but I had to put up at least some kind of resistance, right? “I don’t care what you do to me.”
He stilled above me but continued to speak into my ear. “Is that right?” Next thing I knew he had wrapped his hand in my hair fisting a good chunk of it and yanked my head back so hard my eyes watered. He peered down at me and his green eyes had never looked so alive. “In that case, I’m going to ignore ever time the word ‘no’ comes out of your mouth, Halloween. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I’m fucking this smart mouth of yours so hard you choke. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I slide my cock between these huge tits of yours and cum all over them. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind me fucking that hot little cunt of yours even after it’s so swollen from use I have to force it to take my cock.” He tugged harder on my hair and all it did was make me flood the sheets. He leaned down and finished his little speech in between bites to my lower lip. “If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I paint your face, tits, pussy and ass with my cum. If you don’t care, Halloween, then you won’t mind it when I bury my cock balls deep in your ass, will you, baby?”
I let out a humiliating cry at how hot every word out of his mouth sounded. Jason was the only person I actually slept with after Damien and both times had been lukewarm, at best.
God, I was sick.
He let go of my hair and went back to kissing his way down my body. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to rant and rave at, but I couldn’t find the words that wouldn’t make it sound like I’ve been crying over him all these years. My pride was taking a serious beating as it was every time I moaned or relented to his machinations.
He worked his way down my body until his shoulders prevented my legs from being able to close. Damien Greystone was seconds away from going down on me and I couldn’t wait.
I felt his big hands splay on the insides of my thighs and push out. I could feel his breath on my wet lips and I wanted to scream out for him to get to it already. But again, I was trying to salvage any pride I could at the moment. I was trying to convince myself I didn’t want this.
All thoughts of pride and grudges were lost the second I felt his tongue sweep through my wetness, though. “Damien!” My hands instantly tangled themselves in the waves of his black hair and my grip was so strained I could feel my nails digging into my palms. His hands curled around my thighs and I knew his fingers were going to leave bruises in my flesh, and I did not give one fuck.
Count them….Not. One. Fuck.
That’s how mind numbing the pleasure I was feeling was. Mind. Numbing.
“Fuck, baby, I could eat this sweet pussy forever.” Right now, in this insane moment in time, forever sounded just fine to me.
Damien didn’t let up once he got his first taste. All I felt was euphoria as his tongue licked up and down my slit, circling and pushing on my clit every time he swept upwards.
My body tensed when I felt his fingers begin to invade my pussy. Damien was well over six foot making him big and solid everywhere, including his fingers. I moaned as they deliciously stretched me open. I could hear the wetness he was coaxing out of my body.
He paused long enough to tell me his plans. “I’m not stopping until you cum all over my face and fingers, Halloween. And when you do, I’m going to lap up every last drop. I’m going to taste you on my tongue for days after, baby.”
I lifted my hips at his words, silently begging for more. He took the hint and went back to sliding his fingers inside my hot core and his tongue began to focus on my sensitive nub.
Within seconds, I could feel the tightening in my core in warning. I was on the verge of doing exactly what he wanted and cumming all over his face and fingers. “Damien!”
I could feel myself clench around his fingers and that small action prompted him to curl his fingers deeper in and hit his target and it was enough. I didn’t know if I came from his tongue on my clit or his fingers brushing up against that secret spot, but my nerves electrified in a blaze of unparalleled pleasure that my body shook with the force of it.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” I heard him growl, through the haze of my orgasm.
My body was still twitching when I finally noticed Damien hovering over me. I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone focus. “Baby, look at me.”
I blinked a few times and finally managed to focus on his green gaze. I brought my hand around and placed my palm on his cheek and just looked at him. The Devil shouldn’t be so beautiful. I should hate this man. I did hate this man. It just wasn’t fair.
“Dami-Ahhhhhhhhhh!” My back bowed up off the bed as Damien slammed his size into me and I was transported back to that night, ten years ago. Only this time, I knew what to except and I wasn’t delusional enough to believe that Damien Greystone liked me or had any feelings for me outside of loathing.
Well, loathing and lust apparently.
I opened my legs wider to accommodate his body between my thighs and to relieve some of the sting. He immediately pulled out and rammed his cock back inside my body again. I grabbed onto his powerful biceps as he began his assault on my very soul.
I kept damning myself to hell every time I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist tighter. His cock was so thick and hard inside me it felt like it was battering a
gainst every nerve ending in my cervix. The pressure and sting felt glorious, but I knew come morning my body was going to be used up and sore.
My eyes never left Damien’s. I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. I might have given him permission to use me however he sees fit, but he was going to have to look me in the eyes as he did it. Only it wasn’t shame I saw lurking in those green pools. If I believed in miracles, I’d say I saw adoration in them.
All of the sudden I couldn’t control all the pleasure, pain, guilt and heartache that was coursing through my body. I let out a quiet sob and a single tear escaped down the right side of my face.
The only indication of Damien noticing my meltdown was the increased force of his thrusts into my core. He started slamming into me with so much power I thought the headboard of the bed was going to splinter. He pushed his arm between my back and the mattress until his hand came from behind and wrapped around my shoulder preventing me from scooting up.
Damien held me in place as he pounded into me with impossible might. It was almost as if he couldn’t get deep enough inside me to satisfy his craving. There was no way he wasn’t going to have bruises on his pelvis. You can’t batter ram yourself against someone as hard as he was and not walk away unscathed.
“Jesus, baby, you’re pussy feels like a vise around my cock,” he grunted. “I’m going to empty my dick inside you all night until I have nothing left to give you, Halloween.”
“Damien, please!” I’ll deal with the shame later. Right now, I just wanted more of whatever drug he was giving me. I’d never felt so full and so desired, as I did right now with him slamming into me. He was trying to turn everything I knew about him into a lie and if I let him, then the shit he did to me as we were children growing up would be nothing compared to the devastation he could cause me now.
“Please what, baby?” He labored over me and I could see the cords in his muscle straining with his efforts. “You need to cum?”
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