12 Days

by Dark Angel

  I can’t decide who’s more tortured right now.

  Me watching perfection I’m not touching…yet.

  Sarah writhing and unable to move at all, pleasure so close and yet so mixed with pain.

  Damien, with the helpless perfect girl in front of him, aching for his cock and he’s not fucking her.

  Okay, yeah, when you say it like that, it's obvious right?

  Damien’s got it fucking rough. She’s so helpless against that table. She wants it so fucking much. Her pussy is so wet and her moans are guttural with just how fucking turned on she is. I'm legitimately expecting her to come any second as Damien works her aroused flesh.

  Then I practically come watching him lower his mouth onto her no doubt aching pussy.

  Sarah screams bloody murder. Her pussy is so sensitive. His tongue is gentle but he’s rolling it all over her abused pussy, claiming pain in pleasure with every touch.

  Biting her lips, moaning, breathing ragged, Sarah is in a tormented sea of pleasure and pain. No doubt she is the most incredible creature I’ve ever witnessed. This kind of ecstasy she’s in, the kind of horniness I’m experiencing and no doubt Damien is, this is a level of existence that I didn’t know was fucking possible. There isn’t a cold enough shower in the world to jam my boner down. I may go raw just pumping my cock in my hand later…and what a poor substitute that would be.

  I can’t fuck someone else. Not after seeing her.

  I can’t fuck her right now.

  Christ, I'm going to fucking explode.

  Sarah’s little cries get insistent, a crescendo building. Damien’s tongue delicately extracts all the pleasure from her pussy without over stimulating the hyper sensitive skin of her pussy. After the beating she took, that sensation causes her eyes to roll back in her head.

  Her screaming isn’t pain, but pure goddamn pleasure in the most delicious sense when she comes. Fuck, Damien licks every drop of her perfect pussy’s cum up and I’m desperate to taste that goddamn princess.

  Soon. There’s no way in hell she can be anything but Damien's and mine. This girl has to belong to us.

  I break into a sweat watching this. Christ, how does Damien breathe the same air as Sarah without deciding to inhale her instead?

  When she finally comes down from the high of her orgasm, every inch of her porcelain skin is flushed to rose gold. She looks absolutely delicious. Divine. I’m fucking shaking, I want to touch her so bad. Damn.

  All this, and Damien hasn’t fucked her. She’s still a virgin. Holy fucking hell, I’m breathing heavy just watching her pant.

  Damien finally relents from tormenting her pussy. She’s shivering. He unties her from the table, rubs balm on her wrists and keeps a dispassionate gaze on his face and avoids eye contact the entire time. As Damien is training her to be a good slave, her eyes don’t search out his gaze but are plastered down, to the ground. But I can see it. She’s trying very hard to be good, and she wants even more to be bad. Yet…she doesn’t. Damien acquired this girl from her parents and through no admission of her own desires, yet she’s already so subservient. It isn’t because she likes fire or fight, but because she has so much. Her goal is to please Damien. Such a sweet, good girl Sarah is. Even though she desperately wants a taste at being bad.

  Well, that taste is in store. Soon. I’ll pour wicked, sinful, naughty deeds down her throat and I’ll let her look me in the eyes when she swallows them up with a smile. A please, thank you, and maybe a little begging for more.

  Damien knows what he’s doing showing me this. He fucking knows that I’m about to spray my load all over his damn floor, through my trousers, seeing her so hot and bothered and not getting to come. Fuck, I need to make whatever goat sacrifice that Damien did in finding the willpower to keep from fucking her. I inhale, exhale, five, four, three, two, goddamn I can’t take watching her like this. I want to demand that Damien let her come again. That he fuck her. That’s the warped part here. I’m so fucking turned on but I want her to come for everything I’ve gotten to see. Tip your servers, or something like that. Just, damn. Sarah is like no one I've ever seen before. Sarah deserves to come until she’s numb, get her whole body rubbed down, and then when she’s rested and fed and ready to go, to get fucked senseless all over again.

  I want her to blackout from getting fucked so thoroughly. I know my cock cannot only handle that, but feels like it was made to do just that. I’m so fucking hard I keep thinking that it'll bust out of my pants any second now.

  “You’ve been so good, Sarah,” I hear Damien tell her.

  What is Damien up to now? There’s a wicked hint in his voice.

  “Now, I want you to touch yourself. TD is watching and he’ll want to see you come again, will you do that for me?” Damien asks. The words are sweet and gentle. He knows, despite everything she’s endured, she’s also a nervous virgin. The edge she stays on with Damien has kept her from getting anywhere near truly comfortable, and he’s catering to that. He’s decided not to break her…and that’s good because she’s such a good girl, she doesn’t need to be broken.

  “Yes, Sir,” Sarah says, her lower lip trembling.

  “Just Damien,” Damien says quickly.

  Ahh, he’d started to train her that way. But I know he feels like I do. He needs to hear what his name sounds like in her mouth.

  “Y-yes, Damien,” Sarah says, panting.

  One of her hands closes over her breasts and she closes her eyes.

  Damien walks behind her, and he grabs her other breast, pressing his lips to her neck.

  “Touch your pussy, and open your eyes. TD is watching and he wants to see how much you enjoy touching your pussy,” Damien says.

  She shivers against him. “How did you know, Damien,” she savors his name and says it like she’s trying to please him with it…but in a way that tells me that it is also pleasing her. “How did you know that I masturbated after I met you?”

  Oh, shit! What’s happening here?

  “Sarah, I didn’t know that,” Damien says, laughing. His hand closes over her breast and she yelps at his squeeze. “I didn’t have to though. Your pussy was so fucking wet it soaked through onto my lap when you sat there. I fucking knew I owned that pussy from that moment. Now stroke it like you did that night and show TD just how much you like coming. Yes, you can come. I just want you to do it.” Damien offers her this nicety…but I know that’s because if he touches her, then she won’t be able to stay safe from his cock and that virginity of hers will get decimated.

  I don't fucking blame him.

  “I’ll be watching, just touch yourself. But don’t close your eyes.” Damien looks like the damn cat who ate the canary. He is completely fucking pleased by her confession about her masturbating to the thought of him.

  Sarah, on the other hand? Her face is a furious blushing pink-red on her pale, gorgeous skin. Her breathing is shallow and ragged. Her hand is shaking as she brings it down to rub her pussy. Her movements aren’t skilled. She hasn’t masturbated a lot before. Not well. That makes this fucking sweeter somehow. Like, she tried it for Damien. And now she’s trying it for me. And Damien.

  Fuck this is so hot.

  Her fingers spread her tight little pussy, and she starts to stroke. Her eyelids droop with lust but Sarah is such a goddamn good girl and keeps her eyes open. They aren’t really looking into mine, but it almost feels like they are with the way she is looking in my direction. She bites her lip and strokes her pussy more, bringing her thumb to her clit. Pressing two fingers into her pussy, she whimpers. Gets the cutest fucking lines of strain on her face as she takes a few of her fingers.

  Oh, baby girl, we are going to split you in half with our big fucking cocks. Damien and I are fucking blessed in that department big fucking time. Her tight little pussy may barely take her fingers now, but she’s going to get her pussy licked so damn much for the rest of eternity that she’ll be more than ready to take our cocks. Fuck, the way she's moaning at taking her fingers and stroking
her own clit, circling it lightly and trembling at every touch, still self conscious about it? I know that her entire world is going to be upside down and completely exploding when we get a hold of her.

  Goddamn, I want to fucking hold her. She’s shaking and nervous. That will make it harder to come, baby girl. I wanna tell little princess to relax. I want to hold her against me and guide her hand. I look and see that Damien isn’t saying anything but his fists are balled up and he is goddamn holding back with everything he has to keep from touching her or saying anything. But because of how things are going according to plan, the best thing for everyone to do is to let her get comfortable. Sarah is a good girl and she gets to come. Soon, she will find her way out of the haze of her nerves, and she’s going to come, right on her hand, and fall apart from all the things that are holding her back. I saw the way she looks at Damien. That’s more than goddamn lust. It makes me swallow. I will have to fuck her so damn good that she knows I’m worth allowing to intrude in on what she has with him. I mean, the masturbation thing? He was her fucking exact taste and need from the moment she saw him. There’s a level of comfort that she has with him that’s goddamn touching. Her little moans right now with all my mushy feelings make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And I see that lust building up in her eyes and overtaking the nerves. Sarah knows I’m watching and she is most definitely still getting off. In fact, a man can dare to dream, and that’s turning me on more.

  Sarah has that look in her eyes. I’ve seen this look before. On Damien’s face. Sarah needs to let go. Damien, ironically, in holding back from fucking Sarah just yet, is finally letting go like he needs to. They're more similar than they realize.

  And me? I would fucking let go the instant the right girl was there and I could bury myself in her pussy. And, or, also that ass. God, Sarah is that girl. This wicked and crazy little plan that Damien is pushing on me is completely going to work. Damien knows I want to settle down with the perfect toy, the perfect woman for me. I probably would get a woman off the Virgin Market. I’m goddamn complicated and the Virgin Market is supposed to be easy. So things aren’t as simple with Sarah…but they’re close enough. I need her. I goddamn need her. My cock is going to explode in my pants trying to make that point.

  Sarah’s breathing quickens and her fingers pump faster. I see her whole body flush and her knees start to shake.

  Then, she pulls her fingers out of her pussy and licks them. Goddamn licks them.

  Damien’s eyes are just as wide as mine, I’m sure. I’m not looking because Sarah is licking her pussy juices up with her eyes open and looking in my direction. My cock is crying out pre-cum, begging me to touch it, but no. I’m not going to bust a load in my trousers right now.

  Pulling her fingers out of her mouth with a sweet little wet pop, my breath is utterly taken away at watching her sway to the little dance of her ecstasy.

  Her lips part and she struggles to keep her eyes open as her breathing turns into huge inhales and exhales at the sensations.

  “Oh, God, Damien, God I’m going to cum,” Sarah moans out. “I want you to lick my cum off my pussy, please, while TD watches,” Sarah cries out and moans with the tremors of her orgasm.

  Damien swoops fucking in like a knight in a suit of armor (by Armani) and drops to his knees in front of her. “Sure thing, Sarah. You’re a good girl,” he groans and laps his tongue over her trembling pussy.

  Goddamn.

  Holy fuck.

  She knows I’m watching.

  And she pulled Damien right in like her pussy was a magnet. Well, it might as fucking well be because no one in their right goddamn mind would have denied such a sweet request.

  Sarah let go. I realize this now. She went past the stress and found her solace in her own pleasure. And that connection she has with Damien? She called right on that when nothing was holding her back anymore.

  While TD watches? Well fuck me running that was just the kind of touch that makes me proud to exist. I know she doesn’t know anything about me except the fact that I'm watching her. Damien would keep it all lock and key. No way if he’s not fucking her that he's giving her details about me. Damien’s always walking around with these painful erections and keeping his cock out of her.

  Watching Sarah’s little face contort and her eyes roll back in her head as her pussy gets licked clean by Damien? This is the biggest test I’ve ever faced in my life. God fucking damn, she is completely in the moment. The sounds she makes are music, beautiful fucking music of her whimpering out an orgasm. Her legs are getting hit by an earthquake. Her hands go to her breasts and her nails dig into her skin. She’s gasping for some kind of hold and grasping herself for some kind of way to release all the tension within her. But there’s no escape from the unrelenting orgasm tearing through her.

  Damien will grant her no mercy. Her body is craving this. Damien is quenching a nigh unquenchable thirst within her.

  “That’s it, let go, Sarah,” I say aloud to no one but myself.

  Damien and Sarah both ball themselves up and try to be good, but they need to let go. This little threesome of ours that’s coming, it's going to be exactly what they need. And of course, what I need. I found the perfect Madonna and Whore girl in Sarah. She’s a lustful creature with a purity of experience and soul. I want a girl who does both, what can I say?

  Damien brings his mouth to her thighs, licking and biting and she starts to come down from the orgasm high. Each sensation he creates draws another cry from those perfect lips. Her legs quiver around him.

  “Thank you,” she moans out.

  “You took a big risk with that request, and I have to say,” Damien laughs against her skin, “it isn’t exactly the sort of thing I want to turn down.”

  “Mmmmm,” Sarah says. She licks her lips.

  “Were you thinking about me fucking you?” Damien presses.

  Sarah freezes up for a second.

  “Did you want to beg me and TD to fuck you so good that you can’t think about anything but coming?” Damien can’t help himself. The heat the three of us are feeling now is something that would rival the sun.

  “I bet you’d love that. We could both fill you up so good you’d forget how to be nervous, Sarah.” Damien stands and strokes some of her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You have nothing to fear. Nothing to be nervous about. Your body is perfect. Your pleasure is deserved. You have no idea how much of an effect you have on me. You’re perfect. You’re more than good. You’re perfect.” Damien’s voice is caught in his throat and he’s staring into her eyes.

  She is holding a breath she inhaled since he touched her hair. Exhaling, she fists her fingers into his hair and pulls him in for a kiss. Tasting her perfect pussy on his lips. Her kiss is so sweet, so innocent, so needy.

  Sarah

  I’ve been keeping a dossier on Damien.

  When he brings me to bed tonight, after I kiss him, I get a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I need to burn it.

  But I have to take that fire and use it to fight what happened to me tonight. I can’t accept whatever hot and cold craziness that Damien washes over me. I have to get free. I resolve that if he's gone tomorrow, for any amount of time, I am going to find something and I'm going to use it to get me closer to escaping. I'm not going to turn into the person I'm truly starting to become.

  I wanted to come and have Damien lick it off. I wanted TD, wherever he was watching, to see it and want me. I wanted them both to desire me.

  I did want them both to fuck me.

  God, I can’t be this person. I'm not this kind of a stupid monster. I'm a person. I don't belong to anyone. I don’t want to belong to anyone.

  I don’t want to crawl out of this bed and crawl into Damien’s and wrap my arms around him and kiss him again. I don’t want to taste my cum on his breath again. I don’t want that.

  Nope.

  * * *

  I open my eyes after that unsatisfying sleep to find that Damien is not there for b
reakfast. Strange. Kiss the mysterious man that holds you captive, and he doesn’t even have breakfast with you. A stupid part of me is really hurt. But this is what I needed. The universe is giving me a chance to get free of him. I’m free of the distraction of him and now I can find something else that will help me escape. The thought of the tickets makes me shudder. This is why I need to get Damien out of my mind. He isn’t a man I'm falling for. He’s a man whose trap I'm falling for.

  How can he tell me that I’m perfect, but also plan to sell me off or something?

  Perfect for what exactly?

  I’m angry now.

  I won’t admit to myself that I’m angry because I’m hurt. No, I'm not going to do that to myself. I'm just going to forge ahead and find something.

  I grab my little dossier on Damien and I tell myself, fuck breakfast. Damien didn’t show and neither will I. That’s so childish, but I'm hanging on by a thread here okay?

  I’m totally shaken up about how much I started to release all my fears when Damien played with me in front of TD. I cannot be something to be played with.

  I can’t want that.

  I have to repeat that to myself because right now? That’s all I want. I want to crawl into his bed and breathe in the scent of him and stay there until he returns.

  I’m sad because I want to know why Damien doesn’t take me to his bed and fuck me.

  That is not what I'm supposed to think.

  Escape. Snooping, finding something and figuring out how to get the hell out of this penthouse I’m trapped in.

  I go to try the study door. I do it every time and I now have it open an ounce.

  “Sarah!” Damien is there. His hand closes over mine on the knob. I turn because he’s behind me and I cannot breathe. How can he be here? Why couldn’t I hear him?

  Oh my God.

  “Damien!” I don’t know what I'm going to say, but I immediately want to beg forgiveness.

  There’s a rage in his eyes like nothing I've ever seen. He snatches my little dossier file with notes on his schedule and such on it…oh God this is a damn nightmare.