Taking Over

by Brandy Ayers

  A little bit of the tension in Lydia’s limbs seemed to slip away. Damian didn’t know whether it was his words or that she had just grown tired of fighting, but he would take it. Letting go of her wrists, he swept her up into his arms in a bridal carry and made his way toward the master bathroom.

  “You do have one thing right though. I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to take care of you.” He set her down on the edge of the vanity and began filling the two-person tub with water and bath salts. “You’re going to take a bath. I’ll bring you wine. I will read to you aloud while you relax. If you are anything like me, you don’t get to read often anymore.” He couldn’t decipher the look on Lydia’s face, but she wasn’t yelling at him or trying to get away, so he kept going. “Then I am going to feed you, and finally, I am going to strip you naked and hold you while we sleep. Because even though I won’t fuck you tonight, as long as you are in my bed, you will be naked.”

  “Who said I was going to be in your bed tonight? What if I am more comfortable in the guest room?” There was no conviction behind her words. She wanted in his bed just as much as he wanted her there.

  “There is no guest room here. I had it renovated to be an office for you since I wasn’t sure if you would like sharing mine.”

  “So I get a choice about sharing a workspace with you, but not a bed?” Lydia quirked one eyebrow up in a look of disbelief, and Damian could have sworn he saw the shadows of a smile at the edges of her lips.

  “Now you’re catching on.” He winked at her, then helped her stand to her feet and strip off her dusty, sweaty clothes.

  Never before in his life had Damian had to control himself as much as he did during her bath. The moan she released as she slipped into the warm, scented water. The vision of her breasts glistening with water and soap bubbles. The way she tipped her head back and closed her eyes while he read from Persuasion by Jane Austen. It all chipped away at his resolve to keep his hands to himself. But he had to follow through. Had to show her that despite the way he had gone about getting her here, he was still a man of his word. A man she could trust.

  After pulling her from the tub an hour later and wrapping her in a fluffy robe, he laid out the meal he had requested from the restaurant downstairs on the floor of his living room, picnic-style. Whether it was the wine, the food, or the bath that had helped her to relax, he didn’t know, but she seemed to be at ease with him finally. They talked about their families and friends. Their careers. Their ambitions. All the things he normally couldn’t care less about when he met a woman. He found them endlessly fascinating coming from the lips of Lydia St. James.

  Shortly before one in the morning, they headed back toward the bedroom, Lydia’s hand tucked in his. It all felt so right, he couldn’t imagine her not feeling the same. Slowly, he stripped down to his boxer briefs as she watched from a few feet away. Matching his teasing pace, she slipped out of the robe and stole his breath with her bare skin. True, he had seen her naked, chained to a wall at Zion, but that was different. She had been disguised by makeup and extensions, contacts covering her remarkable and rare eyes. In his room, with nothing hiding her from him, not even a coat of Chap Stick, he felt he was seeing something she hid from the rest of the world.

  They crawled into bed, and he arranged her on her side with her ass pressed against his cock and his arms tight around her chest.

  “This is so strange. I don’t think I’ve slept in bed with someone since college.” Lydia shifted, trying to get more comfortable.

  “Give it a few days. You’ll get used to it.” The shifting of her body against his caused a natural reaction inside his boxers. “If you don’t stay still, you are going to find yourself with a very uncomfortable body part pressed against your ass all night.”

  “Mmm, maybe we’ll have to take care of that before falling asleep.” Deliberately, Lydia teased his hardening cock with her round, naked ass. She chuckled as he groaned and pressed himself more firmly against her.

  “No, I said I wouldn’t fuck you tonight, and I meant it.” He banded one arm around her hips, pinning her so tightly to his front that she couldn’t possibly move an inch.

  “I bet I can change your mind. I know you want me. You’ve made that abundantly clear.” Lydia snaked one of her hands down over his arms and between her thighs. Even with not being able to see from his angle, it didn’t take a genius to figure out she had slipped those fingers between her folds and was currently pleasuring herself. “I’m so wet, Damian. Don’t you want to feel how excited you’ve made me? Just the feel of your skin against my back has me ready for you.”

  Even with as tight as he held her, her body still managed to shift up and down against him as she worked herself into a frenzy. “Woman, you are playing with fire here.”

  “Yes, but I like the heat. I thought you knew that.” Her lower arm slid along Damian’s forearm, which rested just below her tits. Slowly, she worked her way under his hand, then moved them both toward her nipple. His hand rested atop hers as she pinched and rubbed at the peaked flesh.

  Damian told himself to move his hand away, to not play into her games, but for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to listen. Instead, he stayed as still as possible, every muscle tense with the enormous amount of restraint he exerted to not flip her on her stomach and take her hard and fast.

  “It’s been so long since I had a cock inside my body, Damian. I’ve been too busy for even my meaningless flings. Don’t you want to be the first cock to make me come in months?” The noises she spilled from those plump lips caused his stomach to tighten with the need to explode all over her creamy skin. But he refused to give in to the urge. That’s what she wanted, to see the evidence of exactly how much she affected him. That she could make him come in his underwear. “Do you think you could make me come as hard as I did last night?”

  Without a word, Damian rolled onto his back, taking Lydia with so that she lay on top of him with her back to his chest. He bent his legs up between hers, and spread them both out so that she was splayed open. “For the first time in my life, I wish I had opted for the seventies-style mirrors over my bed so I could watch this show.” His voice was wrecked, as if he had swallowed gravel, when in reality the only thing that could affect him like this was the woman squirming on top of him.

  He trailed his free hand down to rest over Lydia’s hand, which still worked between her legs. Even though his fingers did not come into contact with her pussy, he could feel the wet heat that spread over her knuckles.

  “Touch me, Damian. I know you want to. Make me come.” She begged, but he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t an act, and he refused to do anything to her tonight. No, he would follow through on his word. If she wanted to come tonight, it was going to be at her own hand.

  Quickly, before she could finish herself off, Damian shifted his hands from over hers and gripped the sides of his boxer briefs, tugging them down until they rested just under his ass and his cock sprang free between Lydia’s legs. Just as quickly, he returned to his previous position, with his palms covering the backs of her hands and their fingers lined up perfectly.

  “I want you to make yourself come so hard your juices drip down onto my dick. I won’t touch you anymore than I am right now. But you’ll still come harder and longer than you did last night. Because the tension between us is hotter, deeper than anything you’ve experienced before.” Needing her taste in his mouth, he sucked at the back of her neck, pulling on the taut skin there until he was sure a mark would be left behind.

  Lydia screamed in response, her climax starting that long upward climb.

  “I want to go to sleep tonight with your cum soaked into my skin. After you’ve finished, I’ll pull my boxers back up so that it all stays trapped next to my skin. So that your essence sinks into my flesh. Then tomorrow, I am going to come inside you. No condom, so that my cum will be just as deep inside you, where it will stay.”

  His words lulled her into a dirty, lust-driven state. Her f
ingers worked faster, and he worked to make sure his own kept up. Needing to keep her in the moment, he continued to rumble filthy words into her ear, only stopping to take another taste of her neck, her shoulder, her earlobe. He wanted her mouth, her pussy, her tits on his tongue, but this would do for tonight.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. Soak me in your cream.”

  With a rough jerk, Lydia shoved two fingers into her already spasming cunt, and before he could move his hand off hers, his own fingers went with. Deep moans and high screams poured from her as together they filled her tight channel. Unable to stop himself, he trapped her beaded nipples between their joined fingers, squeezing until the point of pain, then releasing them and dropping his hand to her clit where he pinched her there as well.

  Lydia went off like a rocket, her body arching, then collapsing over and over, and the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Those juices he planned to feast on the next day spilled from her and fell onto his throbbing cock, mixing with the pre-cum that he couldn’t prevent from leaking out of his tip.

  Neither spoke a word as she came back down from her climax. Damian wasn’t sure which of them had won at this game she was playing. But as they both slipped into deep slumbers, he knew he would gladly play along with her for the rest of his life.

  Chapter Seven

  Lydia

  Lydia felt rested in a way she hadn’t in years. The soft, warm bed cradled her body perfectly, and sunlight filtered in through the curtains to her left. But her windows were on the right. Her sudden disorientation quickly fled her brains as a hot, wet tongue lapped at her clit.

  She gasped, her hands flying down to the head between her legs, gripping his hair and pulling until she could she his face.

  Right, Damian.

  The night before came rushing back. The house. The revelation that he had basically been stalking her for months. The bath. Then her masturbating on top of him as if he were her own personal BarcaLounger.

  “Oh good, you’re awake. I didn’t want to eat my breakfast alone.” Since Lydia was holding his head firmly by the hair, Damian gripped her ass in his hands and lifted her hips so that his mouth once again covered her pussy. Unable to deny the sensations he sent racing through her core, she ground herself against his face.

  Morning sex wasn’t something she had ever experienced before. Normally, she kicked out her conquests long before they got to fall asleep together. Apparently, she had been missing out. After a long night of sleep, her nerves seemed to be at attention, ready and willing to bend to the will of the sexy man between her legs. Her brain, however, also fired on all cylinders, and she couldn’t seem to turn it off.

  “I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me.” Her voice came out thin and needy, and she wished she had fortified herself to hide her desire for him.

  “That was last night.” He shifted, placing both his hands on her thighs and spreading her legs wider. “Today, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget a world outside us exists.”

  Apparently thinking no more words were necessary, Damian dove back in, sucking and biting at the bare lips of her pussy before moving in to suck her clit in one long, hard pull. He feasted on her like a man starved. Like a man who had been a frequent participant in the antics that go on inside a sex club, then turned celibate for six months after seeing a glimpse of a woman he felt was destined for him and him only.

  Lydia’s head spun with the knowledge that this man seemed obsessed with her and was willing to go to great lengths to win her over. She still wasn’t sure he was on the up-and-up. After all, how many men fell in love at the first sight of a woman in a magazine? But she wasn’t so concerned about it that she couldn’t take a few laps around his bed while she figured out what to do with him.

  An intense orgasm built deep in her core, bearing down on her so fast she knew there would be no preventing it, no stopping the pleasure, even if she did normally like to back off from the edge a few times before allowing herself to go over. Damian obviously had other ideas and gave her no choice in when and how she came.

  One second her world was whole. The next, everything shattered. The pleasure ripped through her, taking her logic and pride with it. Lydia screamed, pulled Damian in closer to the very center of her, and fucked his face even harder. Pieces of her soul, her heart, splintered off, going to God only knew where. It never seemed to end. Damian added two fingers deep in her channel, taking her higher. He bit down on her clit, then sucked and licked the pain away before doing it again.

  This was the opposite of the usual orgasm control she liked to exert. She had zero control and found she liked giving it up to Damian far more than she would have ever thought, or admitted.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, Damian allowed her to descend from the other side of her orgasm. Her limbs shook, and sweat covered her skin. His large figure crawled up to loom over her pleasure-blurred vision.

  “Hope you have enough left in your reserves to let me fuck you, because I’m not near done, even if I did come against the bed while you humped my face within an inch of my life.” Damian rubbed his hard cock against the soaked and swollen lips of her sex. God help her, she wanted more. She wanted him filling her pussy and making her scream more. The thought of him coating himself and the bed in his release while he gave her pleasure did things not only to her body but to her heart.

  “As long as you don’t mind me just lying here, fuck away, my friend.” She spread her legs out farther, even as they continued to shiver with the remnants of the hardest and longest climax of her life.

  Damian chuckled, shifting his hips so that the underside of his length swept up and over her clit, then back down. Lydia’s hips bucked at the contact, craving more.

  “Friends, huh? Do you let your friends feast on your cunt like that?”

  “No one has ever gone down on me like that in my life.” She thought the admission would cost her something, some small measure of pride at admitting that he did things to her body that an entire room full of people hadn’t achieved. But the opposite was true. It felt good to tell him the truth, to see the warm pride fill his eyes that he had provided her with such an immense amount of pleasure.

  Damian tilted his hips, letting the tip of his cock rest at her opening, but never took his eyes from hers. She could see the question there—the question everyone who has ever been into kinky sex knows—the checking-in gaze, making sure she was still all in. And she was. The reservations and anger she had felt yesterday somehow melted into a pool of warm honey in the bottom of her stomach. Lydia couldn’t pinpoint what did it. His insistence to not fuck her the night before, even while she tortured him by masturbating on top of him, using his fingers. The way he held her all night, something she’d never done before. The orgasm wake-up call. Or perhaps just his unrelenting need to have her. They all combined to break down the walls around her heart she thought she had constructed so well.

  “Fill me, Damian.” Pressing her hips up and forward, Lydia hissed as the broad head of his cock breached her opening. She was no blushing virgin, not by a long shot, but his size was still shocking even to her. He pushed forward inch by inch, and she was sure he would bottom out at any moment, but he just kept going. “Jesus, how much is there?”

  Damian huffed a laugh. “Just a little more, sweetheart. I promise you can take it.” With one final push, he buried himself balls deep into Lydia’s body, the fit so tight she swore she could feel the blood pulsing through the vein running up the bottom of his thick cock.

  Once again defying all her expectations, Damian didn’t open up into the wild, forceful fucking she thought he would give her. Instead, he paused. Shifting his weight from his hands to his forearms, he pressed every inch of his body from chest to hips to hers. They molded together, his hard planes to her softer curves. “A friend and his wife always joke about doing it ‘old faithful-style.’ They’re adventurous in bed too, but Trent always goes on about how his favorite thing in bed now is doing it missionary with
his wife tight against him. I never got the appeal, thought he was crazy, and whipped.” One of his fingers came up to sweep a stray chunk of hair from Lydia’s face. “But I get it now. I don’t want to miss a single expression or reaction on your face. I want to feel surrounded by you while we make love for the first time.”

  Words lodged in Lydia’s throat. Make love? Is that what they were doing? Everything felt different with Damian, more intense than any other lover she’d ever been with. Felt every touch more deeply than having a million hands on her. A mixture of fear and joy rolled through her nerves. Emotions were never something she allowed to be a part of her sex life. But with Damian the two mixed in a terrifyingly natural way.

  Seeming to sense his words had overwhelmed her, Damian began to move, distracting her from the torrent of thoughts clouding her head. “Shhh, when was the last time you slowed down and just enjoyed sex? Didn’t race to the end or try to outdo your own kinks?”

  Lydia shook her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She hated that tear. It burned a mocking trail down her skin, putting her heart out there for Damian to see without even having to try. Lydia hadn’t cried in years, since those first months of struggle and scraping when she pushed to get the company off the ground. But twenty-four hours with this man was proving that she had shuttered so many things in her life. Things that were bursting out of her in bright rays.