by Ward, Penny
“Take the dress off. You know you want to,” I teased.
He couldn't refuse the invitation.
He pulled the dress from the bottom, making a slow, continuous contact with my body. His eyes were following his movement, trying to explore what was hidden under the dress. I put the dress away, and in a sudden move, he took me in his arms and began to lightly kiss my stomach, lingering, then change positions.
The tables were turned and the desire within me was overwhelming.
I felt a tickling in my tummy as he explored more of me. I moaned with pleasure and I was biting my lips from the excitement of him.
Feelings of sheer unadulterated love washed over me.
I put my hands on his hair, caressing it, making him come closer to me.
This was our moment.
“I need you,” he whispered in my ear.
“Then take me.”
He pulled up my legs, opened them and started kissing my toes, moving up to my shin, and to my thighs. He slipped between my legs and started licking my chest with his tongue. The eye contact between us was overpowering. His hands were caressing my bottom, pressing his fingers against me in a carnal need.
My mind was lost amongst the desire.
He made me moan with pleasure, although I was also a little timid suddenly and feeling vulnerable with my entire voluptuous body available in front of him.
With the tables turned, I began to feel self-conscious about my body.
But I couldn't stop him now.
I didn’t want to stop him.
This was the most overpowering experience of my life.
He needed to be satisfied.
He wanted me more than any man had ever wanted me before. He knew what he was doing as if he had choreographed it in his mind. His movements were precise and perfectly done.
Emotions kept filling my heart, forcing me to tremble with excitement.
“Damon, I want you!” I breathed heavily.
I wanted him to take me now.
I needed it.
My words were so direct and were so succinct.
The words just blurted from my mouth unintentionally.
But at the same time, I didn't regret it.
I couldn't believe I was doing this.
I couldn’t believe I could ever be so dominating.
Especially to a man like Damon.
“You are so beautiful,” he stated in his deep voice.
Yes.
“You are sexy,” he continued as he kissed me.
Yes…
“You are mine.”
Damn.
I am his.
I can’t resist it.
His eyes are so beautiful, so damn deep, and I am already wet with anticipation.
Despite being lost in his gorgeous eyes, I noticed his hand start to slowly creep down my body, until it stopped on my bottom.
His strong hand ran over the flesh of my behind with a smooth and tender touch.
It feels so nice, but my heart rate is racing. As I press into him hard, I can feel the bulge in his pants against me.
My breathing quickens.
He leans forward.
His lips kiss mine.
Yes.
The tender kiss sent me into overdrive. His strong hand reached up and caressed the side of my face.
Wow…
Deep in the moments of passion, my mind turned back to the thought of the money.
Why?
Why did my mind turn back there?
I wanted him to stop.
I know I started this, but I wanted him to stop now.
I didn’t want to sleep with him for money. I didn’t want to be that girl.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t resist it.
I was lost in his kisses, lost in the way he holds me. I’m not even sure I can speak anymore.
His hand made its way to the inside top of my thigh, next to my passion.
I was so tender, so sensitive, that the touch rushed emotion through my entire body.
Yes…
We were a mess of built-up passion and lust, our hands running all over each other’s bodies.
Damon’s body was amazing.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my hands on.
It blew my mind that this man wanted me.
I can’t keep my hands off it.
My hands passionately rub all over his amazing chest, pressing against the strength. He kisses my collarbone and I suddenly realize that I am topless. He kisses my lips again and I am spinning.
Yes.
His hand finds its way back up my skirt.
My mind told me to stop him.
I didn’t want to be that girl.
But I couldn’t stop this.
My body needed him.
When his hand brushed over my tenderness, it sends emotion tingling through my body.
His kisses were full of passion and his hands explored every part of my perky body. He holds my breasts in large hands, touching them in lust.
When I start to become lost in the passion, Damon stopped.
He stood at the end of the bed and admired my body. I loved the way he looked at me.
I had never felt sexier.
When he looked at me, I had never felt more like a woman.
I felt… I felt erotic.
I lay on my back on the bed and Damon’s large frame came over the top of me.
It was intimidating.
He was so strong.
So dominant.
He could do whatever he wanted with me.
But he chose to stare at me.
This time, he was not staring at my body but into my eyes.
I was lost in his eyes.
I was in a dream-like state as I stared into them.
The touch of his cock against my wet pussy brought me back to reality.
This was really happening.
This was the moment I wanted.
His hard cock sat at my pussy lips, teasing me.
I needed it inside me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“When I’m ready.” he smiled back.
His cock teased my pussy. It gently played with my wetness, creating more and more desire for him.
Finally, he pushed in deep.
Really deep.
Oh…
Yes…
I gripped his strong arms.
The feeling of his hard cock deep inside me felt amazing. I felt full.
This felt right.
Any doubt I had left quickly disappeared in that moment.
I closed my eyes as Damon held his member still inside me. I sensed every piece of him, touching me in places that I hadn’t been touched before.
I am meant to be here.
This moment was meant to happen.
Here is my place.
Damon slowly withdraws and smoothly enters me again.
Oh…
Again he slowly withdraws and enters me again.
Wow.
He felt so big.
He filled me completely.
As he lay over me missionary style, I rubbed my hands up his powerful arms. His arms were so strong, and my hands smoothed easily over his tanned body.
Again, he slowly withdraws and enters me.
Oh…
“I need it faster,” I whispered into his ear.
“You want it faster?”
“Yes,” I whispered again.
Again, he was slow with his hip movements.
“Please,” I plead.
I needed it.
I needed it hard and fast.
Damon smiles as he looks down at me.
He was really enjoying teasing me with his hardness.
Gradually, his thrusting built harder and faster.
There was momentum.
Yes…
Damon became quicker.
Oh yes…
And deeper.
Yes!
Quickly,
Damon was pumping me with all his force, slamming his cock deep into me.
He was so strong. So deep.
From deep inside, I could feel a moan building. It started deep within my body and got stronger and stronger.
I couldn’t hold it in.
I bit my lip to try and keep the moan inside me.
But it was no use.
Damon kept slamming me.
I couldn’t contain it.
As I held onto him tightly, I let it out of my lips.
My moan was loud and full of passion.
I had never moaned before. I was always too embarrassed.
But this felt amazing.
I let all the energy flow out into the moan.
“Yes!” I screamed.
I held onto Damon tight as he thrusts into me.
“Yes!”
With a passionate rhythm, Damon pumped himself into me. My head threw back and I could feel the orgasm. I felt wave after wave of beauty flow over me, tingling into every part of body.
Oh…
The world around me becomes lighter, freer.
Damon continued thrusting with strength, slamming himself into me with a consistent pattern. My head was still spinning.
Yes.
My voice let out another scream of pleasure, from deep within my body. I had no control over my voice now.
The passion, lust and desire was better than anything I have ever experienced before.
Damon pushed down on my shoulders, holding me still as he rode into me.
He took control of me and I was all his.
In this moment, I had no control.
Damon owned me.
Every piece of my skin glowed with warmth and I screamed with the passion that is charging out of me.
“Yes! Damon, yes!!”
Damon slowed and I came down from the ecstasy.
I looked up to him and saw a smile stretched across his face. He slowed the thrusting and then withdrew his hard cock from me.
My chest was panting as he watched over me.
“You have such an amazing body,” he whispered.
I couldn’t respond to him.
I was too high from the orgasm.
He turned me over on the bed, wanting to take me from behind.
Resting on all fours, I held my wet pussy out for him.
I waited for him.
“Please,” I begged, “Fuck me harder.”
His hardness touched my pussy again, and he easily slid back in. His strong hands gripped the small of my back, pulling my bottom back onto his cock.
Slam!
He slammed his cock into me, driving me forward. I pushed my arms into the bed to tried and remain upright but he was too strong.
He powered into my pussy with aggression and speed.
I became lost in his beautiful rhythm.
My pussy gripped.
Every part of my body became tight.
My juices squirted again.
I couldn’t contain it.
It rushed over me like a warm shower.
My head was spinning.
Yes.
Slam me, Damon.
Damon reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging on it tightly as he rode into me.
Yes.
My head was pulled back as he continued to thrust.
Yes.
He rode me with power and groaned with aggression as he started to climax.
Fuck yes!
I could feel his climax build.
His sweat dripped onto my back.
His hands gripped my body.
His muscles flexed.
“Yes!” he screamed.
With my head in another place, he pumped into me one last time.
I felt his warmth squirt inside me, tingling my insides.
He panted hard as he slowly moved in and out of me, trying to hold onto every last moment he could.
When he was done, he fell to the bed next to me.
I fell forward, unable to do anything else.
I was lost.
I had no control over the moment.
It was a moment of pure bliss.
Pure ecstasy.
Wow…
Chapter 8
I woke up the next morning feeling somehow happy.
After our night of sweet lovemaking, I had fallen to sleep dreaming of the life Damon and I would be spending together. I dreamt of the beautiful children that we could have. I dreamt of walking down the aisle as his wife and I dreamt of the long hours we would spend talking about our future.
When Damon was inside me, I felt whole.
Fulfilled.
As I fell asleep, the world seemed perfect.
But quickly, the doubts set in.
This day felt too perfect to be happening to me. This sort of dream does not happen for girls like me. I am not supposed to be the princess in a fairytale. That sort of luck is reserved for only the best looking girls.
Not me.
Then my world came crashing down.
The realization that he paid me to do this sunk in.
This was a business transaction.
This wasn’t a wonderful, life-changing moment.
I was one of his staff.
Damn.
I felt dirty again. Unclean.
The moments of love were washed away with the feeling of dirty currency.
The more I thought about it, the more horrified I felt.
I wanted a clean, hot shower to wash the dirtiness off my skin. The feeling of sickness overtook my body and surged into every limb.
Damon paid me for the night.
I was nothing more than an employee.
I woke up slowly without making noise, took my clothes and sneaked out of the room on my tiptoes. I ran to the guest room, got dressed and left the mansion quickly before anyone else had awakened.
I had to flee.
I was unclean.
Filthy.
A dirty woman.
After catching a taxi back to the city, I was completely and utterly confused. My lower lip became sore as I was constantly biting it.
I shouldn't have done that.
I shouldn’t have had sex with him.
I sold the only thing I truly owned – my body.
The regret instantly overtook me. If I could go back and change the moment where I accepted his invitation for sex, I would. I would change it all.
The longer I thought about it, the more my regret was replaced with sorrow.
My parents would be so disappointed with me if they found out that I acted so much like a prostitute last night.
I slept with a man for money. Even the thought of that statement filled me with sadness.
Between my anguish and our lovemaking, it took me a long time to make it up the stairs to my apartment. The anger and disgust slowed my pace down.
I felt used.
I felt confused.
I had been stupid enough to think that Damon and I had a future together, but no one starts a future that way. My thoughts were so overwhelming that I had to stop numerous times on my walk up the stairs.
Sex with him wasn’t the way I was raised to support myself.
I turned back briefly. Maybe I can propose to work for him at home for a period of time. Clean his house or something? And then we could forget about this whole night.
Caroline heard the creaky door open on my apartment and was instantly in the hallway.
“What happened?” she asked cautiously.
I turned to her and looked in her eyes.
The emotion welled up inside me and flooded all my senses. I couldn’t speak. In that moment, I fell into Caroline’s warm hug and the tears flowed out of my eyes.
Caroline held me tightly, allowing me to soak her shirt in tears. After crying into her shoulder for more than a few minutes, she walked me into her apartment, sat me on the couch, and made us both a hot cup of coffee.
She sipped at the coffee and waited for me to spe
ak.
Caroline was full of patience and I’m sure she would have sat there all day waiting for me to begin.
“I slept with him,” I eventually said.
“Was it bad?”
“No,” I shook my head, “It wasn’t bad… it was amazing. It was the most mind-blowing sex of my life. He took my breath away.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I did it for money.”
She nodded.
“At least you get to start your life again. Think of this as the final page in the first chapter of your adult life. With your debts now cleared, you can live the life you always wanted.”
I shook my head slowly.
“He didn’t pay?”
“I didn’t take the money,” I responded.
“Why not?”
“I couldn’t take it. I left before he woke up because I didn’t want to talk about it with him. It didn’t feel right. We had spent an amazing night together and it wasn’t all about the sex. We connected on an emotional level and he blew me away. I was falling for him, Caroline.”
“But you’ve done the hard work. You should take the payment.”
“I can’t. It doesn’t feel right.”
Caroline sat back in her chair.
“So you did the work, but you don’t want to get paid?”
I nodded.
“What will you do now then?”
“Crawl back to Andrew… and maybe Richard.”
“Andrew? No. You can’t do that. Richard? Absolutely not. I won’t allow you to do that.”
“I have to go back to Andrew, at least. I’ll put my head down and do all the work I can get. If I can work the rich tables, then I’ll get better tips. I just have to work my way out of this situation. There is no such thing as a lucky break. I thought Damon was the answer to my prayers, but it turns out that he is not that at all. I just have to work hard to get myself out of this mess.”
Caroline shook her head.
She was as disappointed as I was.
Chapter 9
After sobbing in bed for two days, it was a slow walk back into the restaurant.
I thought about giving it a couple of weeks before I went back in, but then I didn’t want Andrew to hire someone else in my place.
Swallowing my pride, I walked into the restaurant in a daze of disappointment.
With my pride swallowed and my hair straightened, I walked back into the kitchen. My eyes didn’t lift off the ground as I made my way around to see Andrew.
“Hello Abbey!”
