Deliciously Damaged

by Winters, KB

  That wasn’t how I operated.

  I wanted to make her wait, to show her that I was the one in control.

  She stepped towards me, her heels clicking on the floor. She reached for my belt but I grabbed her wrist and held her, not letting her touch me—not yet. The smell of her perfume and desire mingled in my nose and I needed more. I released her wrist and grabbed her by the hips. I spun her around and pressed her against the wall. She moaned as my hands roved down the front of her body while I ground my stiff cock against her through the tight fabric of my suit pants. I felt her stiff nipples and rolled them between my thumb and fingers, twisting until she gasped, and then releasing them.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her words barely a whisper as she panted.

  “Whatever I want,” I growled into her ear. “Are you okay with that?”

  Before she could answer, I slid a hand down her flat stomach and dipped between her moist folds, teasing the little bundle of nerves. She gasped and I smiled as she nodded, silently agreeing to my terms.

  “Yes, please,” she moaned as I toyed with her wet pussy lips.

  “Good,” I said in her ear. I turned her head and nibbled at the tender flesh as my fingers worked her into a frenzy. She was panting and heaving against the wall. I pressed into her, my cock desperately straining to get out of my pants and into her tight pussy.

  She sucked in a breath and I knew she was getting close. I brought her just to the edge. Her long nails clawed down the wall and I knew it wouldn’t take much more. She moaned out and then I stopped. I pulled away and started to remove my pants.

  “Keep going,” she panted.

  “Not yet,” I replied, still tugging at my belt.

  She let out a frustrated moan and melted against the wall. She stayed there for a moment, and then turned around and braced against it as she watched me undress. Her eyes got even wider as I released my cock and it sprang to full attention.

  I smiled at her obvious admiration.

  “Get on the bed.” She crossed the room and I stared at her firm ass, loving the seductive sway to her bare hips with each step, her heels still on her feet.

  The room was set up like any standard hotel room. The walls were gold, the furniture a soft, taupe-colored suede. But the focal point was the bed, king-sized and draped in white bedding. There was a large dresser on one wall, a TV—no doubt stocked with porn—and an en suite bathroom.

  I stared at the blonde as she lowered to the bed and lay back. She propped up on her elbows and watched me, licking her lips while she waited for her next set of instructions.

  “Touch yourself,” I told her. She lowered a hand to her pussy and I watched as her fingers slid between her folds and she started to rub herself.

  Fuck. Her moans filled the room and I was running out of patience with myself.

  “Don’t come,” I said, sharply. She nodded and I turned to the dresser. The room had been promised to be filled with everything we could possibly need…

  I fished around and then found what I was looking for…a black sash.

  I went to the bed and took the girl’s hands. I tied an expert knot. “Is that too tight?” I asked.

  She shook her head and I smiled. I slid on a condom as I stared down at her, her wrists tied and her arms flung up over her head. Her whole body was trembling, ready for me. “Good. Are you nice and wet for me?”

  The blonde spread her legs in reply.

  I took her up on the invitation and positioned myself between her thighs, spreading her even wider. I flicked my tongue over her nipples as my cock teased her opening, slipping effortlessly through her soaking wet folds. She tilted her hips up, wanting me.

  I buried myself inside of her with one thrust. She cried out and her eyes flashed at me. She hadn’t been expecting it. Her pussy convulsed around my shaft and I pulled out and dove in again, harder this time. She called out again and her arms twitched above her head, as if she was trying to grab onto something. She clutched the pillows tight with her fists as I plunged back inside her.

  She moaned as I moved inside of her, thrusting over and over into her tight pussy.

  “Oh, fuck!” she yelled and I felt her unravel around me.

  I thrust harder, driving her higher and higher. She screamed out my name as she frantically bucked against me as I continued to fuck her. Before she could catch her breath, I flipped her over and pulled her hips up against me, taking her even harder from behind. My balls hit against her bare pussy, driving me closer to the edge. She was tightening around my shaft again and I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “I’m going to slap your ass,” I said. It was a warning, but also a question. I didn’t know this woman. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, even though I knew that as easily as she had agreed to go upstairs with me, she had to have been expecting this to some degree.

  She nodded and I delivered a firm slap to her taunt ass. She moaned out and I slapped again.

  “Cooper,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

  I happily obliged, pumping into her at an even more frantic pace with each slap. The sound of my hand meeting her exposed flesh was intoxicating and I felt myself hurtling toward the edge of my own climax. She moaned louder and louder, and I was surprised she was holding up so well to my force.

  Finally, I thrust and released inside of her at the same time she began to tremble and shake with her own climax. She melted down onto the bed and I slipped from her.

  An unease settled over me for a moment as I hovered over her on the bed. I stared down at her, still tied and laying face down on the bed, trying to catch her breath as she came down. I tugged at the knot that bound her wrists, and the scarf came untied easily. Then, I left her and went into the adjoining bathroom to clean up.

  We had the room for another hour, but I was done. The music from the party raging down below was seeping through the walls and I was starting to get a headache. It had been a long fucking day at the office, and while the temporary release had helped take the edge off my tension, what I wanted now was to be alone.

  I stepped back into the bedroom and began to dress. The blonde—Shit. What was her name?—was now lying on her back and staring over at me.

  “That was amazing,” she purred. “Are you always so…possessive?”

  I nodded. “That was just a taste of what I like to do.”

  “Hmmm. When can I see you again?” she asked.

  She was looking at me, her eyes wide with expectation. Fuck.

  “I thought you were just in town for the weekend?” I asked.

  “I’m free tomorrow,” she suggested.

  “Tomorrow won’t work,” I said. I kept my voice conversational, but hoped she would get the hint.

  “That’s too bad. Well, you’re probably in New York all the time for business. Let me give you my number,” she said. She scooted to the edge of the bed and looked up at me like a playful kitten.

  “I actually don’t make it out to New York all that often. But don’t worry, babe. I’ll find you, when I’m ready,” I said, keeping my voice in a low, seductive growl. I’d found over the years that the right tone could cover a myriad of sins.

  She giggled and I knew it had worked. I knew I should feel a rush of relief, but my body was still tensed, a strange pressure still gripping my chest.

  I knew why. I knew what ugly thoughts were bubbling just underneath the surface.

  The blonde stood from the bed and got back in her dress. I’d finished dressing as well and opened the door for her. She sashayed through and I followed her to the elevators.

  “Do you need me to call you a cab?” I asked as we rode the elevator back to the main level.

  “Are you sure I can’t go home with you?” she pouted, running her hands over my chest. “The night has barely even started.”

  “I have an early meeting.” It wasn’t a lie. I always had early meetings, but I felt like a tool for saying it. “Besides, you don’t want to leave Jessie alone in a pla
ce like this, right?”

  She shrugged. The elevator opened. “I’ll see you later, then,” she said, although the flippant tone of her voice made it clear she realized she wouldn’t.

  I almost stopped her, to take her number, but realized it would just be prolonging the inevitable. The game was over—she and I both knew I wouldn’t call. Before I could say anything, she stalked off in the direction of the bar.

  I released a slow breath and headed for the exit. I was more than ready to get out of here.

  I called my driver to circle back around and pick me up. He had been waiting in a lot a few blocks down. I’d assured him that I wouldn’t be long. I glanced at my watch. In and out in less than an hour. Not too bad.

  I left the club, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t trash talk me too much to Jessie. But then again, I knew it didn’t really matter. My reputation as a world-class womanizer wasn’t exactly a secret in this town.

  The night air felt good on my skin, but my head was really starting to pound and I had a feeling the raging headache had more to do with my own deeply rooted issues that the loud bass music inside the club.

  “Fuck,” I groaned to myself. I rubbed my hands over my face and pressed my eyes shut tight. When I opened them, my town car was parked along the curb.

  “Where to, Mr. Brighton?” my driver asked as he opened the back door for me.

  “Home,” I replied, lowering myself into the backseat. I needed a shower and a stiff drink.

  Chapter Three

  The next morning, I found myself almost wishing that I’d let the blonde from the night before come home with me. My penthouse felt way too empty as I went about my morning routine. It was the same thing every day. Protein shake at four, workout done by four forty-five, shower and breakfast following that. Then suit up, and get to the office by five thirty. I was always there before anyone else. I preferred it that way. If I came in later, there were always too many people milling around in the hallways, wanting to stop me and talk.

  I was friendly to everyone, all my employees, but I didn’t have time for their idle chit chat. Sometimes, I thought my friendliness was my downfall with the whole CEO thing. I figured if I was a colossal asshole, they might not stop and talk to me. I could be some tyrant hiding in an office all day and no one would care.

  Like my dad had been.

  I shook away the thought, not wanting to remember him that way.

  It had been long enough since his death that I wasn’t overly emotional about it anymore. Thinking about him didn’t fill me with flooding sadness. Instead, it seemed that somewhere along the line, anger and resentment had replaced any lingering grief.

  Taking over Brighton Enterprises had always been the plan for my life. As my father’s only child, it was an inescapable reality—albeit, one that I’d been hoping to avoid for a few more years as I spent time doing my own thing. I had always figured that when the time came, there would be years of grooming and training to get me ready for it and by the time I stepped into the corner office, I would feel prepared and ready to handle the weight of the job.

  But life had thrown a wrench into that plan.

  Tragedy had ushered in my new role all too suddenly, and I found myself struggling to keep my head above water most days.

  Which is why, I reminded myself as I strode down the empty hallways, I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave the towering office building that housed the multi-corporation organization.

  I went directly to my office and made myself a cappuccino. Caffeine had always been a vice, and since taking over as CEO, it was a non-negotiable in my life.

  Coffee in hand, I settled into my chair and opened my email. A flood of new messages popped up on the screen and I rubbed my temples as I watched the onslaught.

  Fuck, can’t these people figure out anything on their own? I wondered, as I started opening the messages at the top and worked my way down the list, making scribbled notes on my tablet, compiling a to-do list for the day. Once caught up, I drained my coffee, grabbed my tablet, and headed for the conference room down the hall from my corner office.

  It was Friday and I knew most people would be phoning it in today, too busy thinking about their weekend plans to really give much effort. But that was a luxury I couldn’t really afford anymore. In another life, I would probably do the exact same thing.

  “Good morning, Mr. Brighton,” Kimberly, my assistant, chirped at me as I walked past her desk.

  I offered her a cool smile. I knew she wanted to fuck me. She was a pretty girl, but I had a personal policy not to bang my secretary.

  Too cliché.

  I entered the conference room and addressed the group of people sitting around the long table. Every morning, I had my most trusted employees gather together to go over the issues of the day, and distribute work. I knew managers could be put into place to handle these meetings and delegate tasks, freeing me up to play golf and chase pussy all day, but the little-known reality was that the business was too delicate to hand over right now. There were a total of eight corporations under the Brighton Enterprises umbrella and of those companies—three were very nearly ready to go under.

  I knew that no one would blame me if things went belly up, and that I had more money in investments and savings accounts than I would ever be able to spend in this lifetime, but it was bigger than just my reputation or money. This business had been everything to my dad, and while we were very different people, I wanted nothing more than to honor his memory and get things back on track.

  Besides, golf had never really been my game. And chasing pussy—well, I managed to do that, as well.

  A flicker of the girl from the night before flashed through my mind but I shoved it aside, the group waiting expectantly for me to begin the morning meeting.

  Two hours later, all tasks had been distributed and I felt like everything was on track, at least for the day. After the meeting, I went back to my office to comb through some sales data for the cosmetics branch, Plush. It was a high end line of beauty products and fragrances. It had grown in popularity over the past few years and the new fragrance was set to launch later in the month. I was crunching numbers and pitching a silent prayer out that it would be enough to get me the capital I needed to keep the other branches afloat for a few more months.

  “Mr. Brighton?”

  I looked up to see it was Kimberly at the door.

  “Yes?”

  She entered the room and closed the door behind her. For the first time, I noticed that she was wearing a button-up shirt and that somewhere along the line, several buttons had been undone. She was displaying an impressive amount of cleavage as she approached my desk.

  “Is there anything I can do…for you?” she asked, her voice low and slow. “I noticed you’ve been pretty stressed lately. I’m available if you need some help unwinding.”

  Her brazen attempt at seduction would probably work on a lot of guys, but her approach was all wrong for my tastes. I was not attracted to women who threw themselves at me. I had to be the one in pursuit. In control from the very beginning.

  I knew it had probably taken a lot of guts for her to come at me in such a bold way, and I didn’t want to humiliate her.

  “An iced tea would be refreshing,” I said, keeping my voice monotone, as if I didn’t register what she was trying to do.

  Her face fell at my request, but she quickly rebounded and leaned over my desk, her breasts nearly popping out of her blouse. I could see the black lace edge of her bra and felt a ripple of arousal building. She licked her lips. “Are you sure that’s all you need?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  Her face shifted and her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink.

  I turned my gaze away from her, back to my computer. And I heard her leave, shutting the door slightly harder than required as she left.

  I winced at the sound.

  Kimberly had been with the company for some time, working up from the front desk reception position
to being the main assistant to the CEO. She had an impressive work history within Brighton Enterprises and I hoped that she would let today’s embarrassment pass and not let it impact her work.

  Because the last thing I wanted to do was carve out the time to hire and train a new assistant.

  The rest of the afternoon passed without too many snags. I was about to pack up and go home for the evening when my cell phone rang. It was Jessie. I mentally debated whether or not to answer, but I knew that Jessie was a very persistent person and eventually she would wear me down.

  Better to get it over with.

  “Hello, this is Cooper,” I answered.

  “Cooper, what the fuck?”

  Well, that was one hell of a greeting.

  “Hello, Jessie,” I said, sinking back into my chair.

  “Samantha told me what happened last night. How you fucked her and then gave her the brush-off. That was a really shitty thing to do, Cooper! Especially knowing that she is my cousin!” Jessie railed.

  “Jessie, what happened last night was between two consenting adults,” I said. In the back of my mind, I knew she had a point. I probably should have picked a different girl.

  “I guess it’s true then, huh?”

  “What is?”

  “You’re really the douche that people say you are,” she answered. “I know we’re not that close, but I have to say I thought you were better than that. You know, I’ve actually defended you to people before! Boy, don’t I look like an idiot now. Everyone’s probably been laughing at me behind my back. They probably think I’m another one of your blind conquests!”

  My heart rate quickened and I struggled to keep my voice even. “Come on, Jessie. Opulence isn’t exactly the type of place you meet your soul mate. It’s an adult playground. I didn’t realize there would be strings attached. What was your cousin expecting? Happily ever after?”