Lisset stood there for a moment thinking about the course she was about to walk down. She had never known anyone so emotionally handsome in her life. He wasn’t perfect, but he was mentally sexy, masculine and dangerous. She couldn’t believe that he was with her, naked in the shower. Just being around him, made her feel powerful and confident. She probably should have felt guilty. She has been such a bitch lately to both of them.
“Normally I would wash your hair first, but I can’t wait to put my hands all over you and I don’t want to stop for you to rinse off. Is it ok if I wait to do that last?” She asked sweetly reaching forward to run her soapy hands over his broad shoulders and chest. The shower gel lathered perfectly and filled the stall with the smell of eucalyptus and lemongrass.
“You can do whatever you want.” His deep, gruff voice sent all her lady parts into tingly fits. A huge smile broke out across her face. Her hands made their way to his stomach and back up his chest and down his arms. A thick layer of soap covered his whole upper body.
The more she felt her way around him, the harder his body became, sending chills of excitement all over her body. A lot could be said about being blind. She didn’t have the nuisance of pretending to read people through sight. She didn’t have to look into his eyes and see if he was aroused, angry or oblivious. For her, everything centered on her other senses. Unlike sight, she didn’t need to see his adoration for her, she felt it, sensed it, and smelled it. It was a unique experience, one she still had a hard time deciphering, but one thing was for sure, she was enjoying the learning.
His arms wrapped around her and he slid his soapy chest against hers. “You are Beautiful Lisset. All I can think about is how happy I am that I have this time with you. You are so amazing. You make me feel like I haven’t felt in years. All I want to do is be inside you over and over again, making you scream my name in pleasure. I can’t get enough of you.”
Well, if that wasn’t affirmation of his intent, she sure as hell didn’t know what was. Damien’s mouth covered hers in a deep kiss, making her body melt against his. He devoured her as she gasped for air as he slowly retreated. Gently she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nipped it with her teeth before pulling back out of his arms.
“I want to wash the rest of you.” She said backing away towards the soap and panting.
“Hurry!” he demanded in a gruff frustrated yet teasing tone.
Once again, Lisset filled her hand with soap and made her way back over to him. She started again with his shoulders kneading and rubbing them and the back of his thick neck, slowly moving down his hard-muscled back. Her fingers traced over a small nickel sized bump and halted.
“Gun shot.”
Saying nothing, she ran her hands up and down massaging the muscles in-between his shoulder blades and down his spine making little circles with her thumbs when she encountered a one-inch Damien of raised flesh.
“Knife wound.”
Moving her hands again, a deep moan rumbled in his chest. As she neared his butt, she splayed her fingers digging them into his hard-round cheeks and into his crack. She continued down the back of his legs and then came around to the front of him where she stumbled across another scar. This one was different. It felt rough and jagged, unlike the clean scar on his back, this wound had flesh that healed in an odd design.
“Chainsaw.”
Sighing, Lisset continued to feel her way around the scar that felt uneven and tender.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only when the weather changes,” Damien replied as he leaned back against the wall and widened his legs so she could move in between them. Still working a rich lather up and down his chiseled legs she paid close attention to the insides of his thighs, scratching down lightly with her nails and then pushing up soothingly with her palms flat on his skin. With every upward stroke, she would come closer and closer to his cock.
“I think I need more soap, Damien,” she said biting her lip and inching back again towards the wall of the shower.
“You are killing me Lisset,” Damien growled, then added. “One more minute and then it’s my turn.”
“But I’m just getting to the good part,” She said softly as she kneeled back in front of him taking his throbbing member into her hands, twisting her hand around his cock as she pulled up. Her right hand reached below and rolled his sac around in her fingers as she stroked up and down his shaft.
“Dear God, heaven help me,” he moaned as she gripped the base of his penis with her left hand and stroked up as she rolled the palm of her right hand over the tip twice then pushed down as his hips jerked forward.
“Oh shit, do that again baby.”
Lisset grabbed his penis at the base and started pumping up and down harder this time before taking her palm and rolling it over and over the head of his cock.
“I want to suck you, Damien. I want to feel you in my mouth.”
Movement above her halted her as she felt the shower head slide out of his place. The next thing she felt was the warm spray of the water against her hands, as Damien rinsed himself off. When she heard the shower head being replaced, down and licked up his shaft.
Flattening her tongue, she licked the underside of the tip of his head then rolled her tongue around it before sucking it deep into her mouth.
“Oh god baby!”
She moaned as she worked him all the way to the back of her throat. One hand continued to pump the bottom of his shaft as the other massaged his balls.
Damien grabbed the back of her head and rocked his hips, fucking deep into the back of her throat. Lisset gagged a little and made herself relax softening her throat.
“Fuck,” Damien growled. “Lisset your mouth is so sweet.”
She pulled her head up taking him out of her mouth. She nibbled down his shaft to his balls and alternated sucking and flicking them with her tongue. The whole time she kept jerking his penis off with her left hand squeezing tight. She lifted his balls up and nuzzled them with her nose while licking the underside of them, inching her tongue back towards his puckered hole.
Damien’s hips were thrusting up fast and hard. “Oh, fuck Lisset.”
Lisset started rimming his puckered hole with her tongue. She went soft and slow at first licking around the outer edges teasing him occasionally by poking her tongue in the center then she got brave and plunged her tongue all the way into his asshole. Damien pulled her up by her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.
“Fuck!” He growled. “Open up I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Lisset took him all the way to the back of her throat and sucked hard up his shaft to the tip working him in tandem with her hand while she massaged his balls and perineum with her fingers until she finally reached all the way back and rimmed his hole with the tip of her finger as she sucked him in deep. Gush after gush of salty cum splattered into the back of her throat as Damien shouted out in pleasure.
Seconds had passed before she felt him gently grab her shoulders, helping her to stand before him. It had been so long since she enjoyed the taste of a man, and Damien was exquisite. His salty, spicy taste was delicious. Licking her lips, she smiled.
“You’re a minx, Lisset,” Damien said, his breath heavy. “Now, it’s my turn to play for a little bit.”
Lisset stood waiting for him to touch her. This was what she wanted. He was gentle with her yet forceful. She missed that aspect of her life when a man took charge and knew what he was doing. She never thought she’d have that life again and she still wasn’t sure it was what she wanted, but her body craved what it craved. She refused to deny herself anything anymore. At one time, the BDSM lifestyle was all she could think about. It ruled her. After her accident, she vowed never again. Then Sergio entered her life and she thought maybe, but that dream was quickly squashed, and for the last two years she’d been without anything. Now, everything was before her. All she had to do was reach out and take what she wanted, and she did want Damien.
Gently yet thoroug
hly he washed and conditioned her hair taking his time to massage her head eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her the entire time. His rough hands worked their magic as he washed her entire body from neck to toes rubbing the soap in every crease and fold.
Lisset knew at that moment as she felt him take such gentle care of her that she had fallen in love with him and that she would do anything to please him just as he pleased her. No man had ever touched her the way Damien was feeling her and the mere thought of another’s hands on her, repulsed her. She was done. She belonged to Damien.
He led her over to the water, lifted her arms, spread her legs as he caressed her body rinsing the soap from her. “I want you to stand with your hands on your head and your feet spread.” His deep, quiet voice sent shivers down her spine despite the steamy heat of the shower.
“You just washed me and quite well.” She said teasingly.
“Shush” he snapped, his voice intent and serious. His tightly controlled tone let her know that his lust had taken control of him and she felt herself getting a little nervous and a little more turned on.
“Don’t take your hands off of your head until I tell you to,” He said as his hands touched her shoulders and began to soap her whole body except her breasts and pussy. He ran his hands over the top of her chest, belly, ass, arms and legs while he whispered sweet praising words about each area as he washed them.
“Lisset baby, I wish you could see this stomach of yours. It’s just the right amount of soft and firm flesh. Later I’m going to kiss and lick this belly button like I’m about to do your pussy. Would you like that baby? And oh, damn this ass...” Damien crooned said as his hands moved towards the back of her body squeezing and caressing her ass. “I don’t know what I’d like more, licking or fucking this sweet ass of yours.”
His fingers glided between her cheeks and he teased her puckered hole. Her pussy clenched over and over again, and she could tell she was sopping wet and not from the shower water. Lisset tried pushing back onto his fingers and got a nice hard slap on her ass in return. A deep moan shot out of her throat and her hips rocked.
“Don’t move Lisset,” Damien warned with a stern voice. Next his hands roamed her inner thighs and down her calves. “If you are patient and a good girl, I’ll let you wrap these beautiful legs around me while I fuck you. Do you want that?”
By the time he had soaped down her body Lisset was shaking with need. Her nipples were rock hard, and her pussy continued to flex gripping in need for his hand, his cock, tongue...anything.
“Yes Damien.” She breathed.
“Yes, what Lisset?”
“Yes, I would like that.” She whimpered.
“What would you like Lisset? Be specific.”
“I like everything you do to me. I want you anyway you want me, just touch me. Make me cum.”
A small chuckle fell from his lips as he leaned over and took her breast into his hand leading it to his mouth. He nursed forever sucking and lapping at the bottom of her areola with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm creeping closer and closer.
“Oh my god.” Lisset gasped as Damien bit down on her nipple and closed his lips around it sucking hard, just as her orgasm crashed into her. If it weren’t for his hands on her, her knees would have given out. His strong hand clenched her hips helping her to stay standing. Damien kissed his way across to the other nipple giving it the same treatment. His right hand crept down between her legs towards her pussy. He made a V with his fingers and slid the tips of his fingers back and forth along her outer lips and her clit. With his left hand he inserted his first two fingers inside her pussy. As soon as he had them all the way in, he pinched her clit hard between his finger and thumb of his right hand. Another orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere. Lisset bounced up and down on his thrusting fingers as a scream echoed against the shower walls.
Damien grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him thrusting his cock deep inside her quaking pussy. Lisset screamed again and again as he slammed her down and plunged deep up into her. “Fuck Lisset! I was trying to go slow with you damn it, but your sweet cunt almost broke my fingers. You have the tightest pussy. You drive me nuts baby, you drive me fucking nuts. This is my pussy! Say it!! Tell me that this is my pussy.”
“This is your pussy baby.” She groaned.
“Yes, this is all mine. You’re not going to share this with anyone else, are you? I’m the only one who’s getting in this pussy. It’s only for my cock. Say it.”
“Oh my god Damien. My pussy’s only for you!!” She chanted almost screaming.
“Not just your pussy all of you, your ass, your mouth, all of its mine isn’t it Lisset. You’re mine, aren’t you?” Damien ordered as he swiftly pulled out of her cunt and turned her around towards the shower wall. Grabbing her he yanked, forcing her to bend at the waist. Lisset put her hands on the tiled walls of the shower as he slammed into her from behind.
“Yes!” She cried as tears formed in her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her ears or maybe that was Damien’s breathing. She was too overwhelmed to tell. She heard him remove the shower head off of the wall and before she could say anything, he placed the pulsing stream right over her clit as he continued to slam into her from behind.
“Tell me you’re all mine!” He bellowed.
“I’m all yours Damien, I’m all yours.” She sobbed as the most intense orgasm of them all wracked her body. The shower head fell to the floor as Damien grabbed her hips digging his fingers deep into her flesh as he thrust his cock deep inside her. Damien ground himself against her pussy and growled something she couldn’t understand as his shaft stiffened even more, spewing his juices deep into her womb.
Minutes ticked by as he held her there, his cock buried deep inside her. Her head bowed low as she gasped for air. Her cunt randomly clenching on his twitching cock. She didn’t know why she did it, but she turned her head to look over her shoulder. Maybe deep down she thought she could see him. Wanted to see him, but she saw nothing, just the blackness of everything. God, how she wished she could look upon his face and see the man who had just given her the best orgasm of her life. She knew that Damien was special, and now she knew why. His strong fingers repeatedly squeezed and released her hips before he slowly removed himself from her sopping cunt.
Lisset stood straight and turned to stand beneath the falling water. She tilted her face towards the ceiling for a second then reached out for him, needing to touch him once more. The magnitude of the situation wasn’t lost on her. She had just had sex with one of her bodyguards. She smiled, knowing she didn’t care. He was what she wanted. She had given herself to him freely. Her only concern now was, did he want her as much as she wanted him.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder.
“Thank you.” He whispered in her ear as he continued to kiss her ear and neck.
“Why are you thanking me?” She asked, her body beginning to shake. Had she misread everything? Did she make more out of him, than she thought? She didn’t want to believe that he just wanted sex. That was just cruel and mean. No, there was something between them, she felt it. She knew her instincts were dusty, but she wasn’t wrong. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“Shush, don’t over think this. I’m so consumed with you I can’t even think straight right now. What do you say we go get some to eat? We can talk about everything over food.”
Lisset turned around and replied, “OK.”
Chapter Three
Devlin was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for his brother. Grinning evilly, Devlin couldn’t wait to get his hands around the sex addict’s throat, because he was going to strangle the life out of his brother. Of course, he should give Damien props for holding it together as long as he did. Damien was notorious for his impatience. Yet his brother had managed the impossible. He managed to wait a whole two years before succumbing to his devious and sexual tendencies. God, Devlin hoped the moron wore a condom. Damien was forev
er forgetting that one little part. So far, his brother had been lucky, either that or Damien was shooting blanks, because if he wasn’t, then God help them all. That would mean there were hundreds of little horney devils running around the world. Just the thought of that, made Devlin shiver.
After his fight with Lisset, Devlin decided to go for a walk. He hated fighting with her, but it was his job to protect her. He didn’t know where Sergio was, or if he was captured. Since they’d been on the run, he hadn’t contacted Sasha. Of course, Sasha knew how they rolled. Their job was Lisset and that was all that mattered. Only now, it was time to check in. So, he did what he had to, but he never thought when he called Sasha that his boss would want them to travel to the one place Devlin knew Sergio would find her. Devlin was ordered to take Lisset to Treasure Cove. It was a bad idea, but Sasha assured him that Lisset would be perfectly safe there, only Devlin wasn’t so sure about that. Then again, it wasn’t his place to argue. Lisset wasn’t his sister.
The last news he heard was that Sergio escaped and the man who permanently blinded Lisset was dead. He only knew that because of the headlines in the papers. To make matters worse, while Devlin was out on his walk, he stopped over at his cousin Gino’s place and found out that Gino was already thinking ahead. Gino told him that their cousins, Phillip and Anthony Marino were ready to leave whenever they were. Devlin just nodded. It seemed that Gino was looking at the broader picture and Devlin was thankful someone was, because all he could think of at the moment was getting into Lisset’s pants.
She was beautiful, that was true, but she was also a pain in the ass. A spoiled little rich girl, who was used to getting her own way. She manipulated and coerced everyone around her, and she was only nice when the mood suited her. Then again, that was the old Lisset. If he were being honest, she was nothing like that now. Now, she was a mother, a friend, someone who listened when he and Damien were at odds. She was compassionate and understanding, especially when he was forced to uproot her in the middle of the night. But most importantly, she was sweet and loving, and it killed him to hurt her like he did just hours ago, when all he wanted was to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay.
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