“I guess so, sure. It’s new.” He nodded and looked forward.
“You deserve that.”
I thanked him as we walked into the building and made our way to the elevators. I looked over to see Damon speaking with a beautiful woman by the main desk, an older one who seemed charmed by whatever he was telling her. I forced my eyes away, remembering who I was with, and led the way into the spacious elevator car as my body ached for him. It was painful, and I told the others that I’d see them in a bit as they got off on floor five.
“Where are you going?” Devin asked, as he looked curiously at me before glancing at the buttons.
“She’s helping the big boss a few days a week,” Autumn said, as the door closed too quickly to see anyone’s reaction. I dropped against the wall and took a deep breath as the elevator kept going up, praying that my face had been neutral during the last few minutes. I couldn’t blow this. My body heated up, and I let myself wonder who the woman talking to Damon was. I knew that sleeping with Damon would increase my feelings for him, and perhaps a small part of me wished that I’d stopped it, but it was minute if I looked at the big picture. I was just scared, and that was normal.
I managed to regain my composure as I reached my floor, raising my head high as I made my way to his office and saw the closed door. I tapped on it and unlocked the door when there was no reply, letting myself in and looking around as I set my purse down on the couch. My eyes lingered on the new shoes that matched my outfit for a long moment.
I pulled my iPad out of the bag and walked over to the desk to let it warm up. My work phone was always on, but it was silent today, making me wonder if Damon regretted the night before. I felt torn between being a girl and a woman with these crazy thoughts, and I tried to reason with myself. He was generous with me and concerned for my well-being. That was a good sign. Leave it at that and stop obsessing.
The door opened, and I jumped before I glanced up and saw Damon coming through with a cold look in his eyes. “Damon?” I asked, as I frowned and tried to think of what I’d done. He hadn’t even see me earlier in the lobby, or had he? Devin.
“What was that, earlier in the lobby?” He asked point blank, as he stalked across the room towards me.
“I think I could ask the same thing. Who was the woman, Damon?” I shot back, as my jealousy poured out of me and onto the floor in a pile of shame. I felt my cheeks flush, and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“Jesus fucking Christ. You sound like a jealous teenager,” he told me, as I stared at him.
“I practically am. I’m still in college, Damon.” He stopped in front of me, eyes flashing as he gripped my face, looking into my eyes.
“Don’t remind me. You didn’t seem like one last night when you were riding me,” he said, as I struggled in his grip. “I like that confident, wanting side of you. Where is it right now, Elisa?” His voice was demanding, as I felt my knees trembling as I sat on the desk.
“You overwhelm me, Damon. You confuse me,” I told him, as he slipped a hand behind my neck and kissed me. I moaned against him, not finished arguing as my body gave in to my need for him. My skirt was pushed up, and he ripped my panties down, plunging his fingers inside of me as his tongue circled mine. I whimpered as he pressed in deeper and harder, ready to burst before he told me to wait.
“Hold it. I’ll tell you when,” Damon said to me, as my eyes widened and I tried to shut off the sensations flowing through my body. How was I supposed to not come when he was dragging his fingers against the walls of my pussy, finding every sensitive spot that I had?
“How?” I groaned, as I stayed still and tried to ignore everything that was happening to me.
“Willpower,” Damon told me, as he manipulated my body and pressed his lips against my neck. It seemed like hours, but was probably more like minutes before he started thumbing my clit and whispered for me to let go.
“Fuck,” I cried out, as my body exploded and I jerked against him. “What was that?”
“That was control,” Damon told me, as he pulled away to kiss my lips. “I’ll get you some water from the fridge.”
I dropped back onto the desk as I sucked my breath in and let my body recover. That was so intense that I had almost forgotten about being jealous, at least until I saw Damon walk back into the room with water. My eyes were dazed as I stared at him, and he looked back at me. I took the water from him and downed half of it as I closed my eyes.
“The woman was a friend of my mother’s. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of years, and she wanted to take me to lunch.”
“Oh,” I felt stupid and slid down from the desk to sit in a seat as I looked around the floor for my underwear, if they had even survived. They were near my feet, and I blinked at them for a moment. “I’m sorry.”
“Explain why you were with Devin,” he suggested, as I let out a sigh.
“It was nothing. I was with my group, and Devin was with his at the deli. Autumn knows him, so we shared a table. I barely spoke to him on my own, and, when we did, I assured him that I was with someone,” I told him, as he looked at me carefully. “I swear. Do you think I could want anyone else after last night?”
“I’d hope not. I know that I don’t,” Damon said, as if it surprised him. Confusion flooded me again. “Maybe we’ll have to work on your control from now on.”
I had no idea how I was supposed to work after that. Somehow, I made it through the day and went to dinner with Damon. I couldn’t help but glance around the lobby as we left together. It was empty, and I followed him to his car as I kept my eyes forward and my hands at my side. We’d touched behind his closed door and we would again, later, but not here. Not in public. Mark opened the car door for me with a smile as I nodded at him and slipped into the car with Damon following me. “Where are we going?” I asked, as he smiled mysteriously.
“You’ll see,” Damon told me as he pulled me to his side to kiss me. I allowed him his moment as we drove through the streets, wrapped up together. It felt good in his arms, and I noticed that the car stopped before I looked out of the windows. We were at L’ESPALIER, one of the finest restaurants in the area, and I smiled at him.
We got out, and he led me inside as he told the beautiful hostess that he had a reservation. The woman nodded as she gazed at him with wide eyes before glancing at me with a small smile. The woman led us to a table located in the kitchen, where the chefs were in action, and I laughed as we sat down. “This is different.”
Damon
In between watching the preparation and tasting the variety of dishes that we sampled, Elisa accepted my offer of the apartment and told me that she’d tell her roommates in the next day or two. She was going to do the right thing and pay them for the next month in rent, so it wouldn’t put the other students in a bind, which I admired. Elisa was kind and thoughtful. She was someone who I knew would care for me the way I wanted a woman to, if I was serious about anyone. I asked her how much she needed to move, and she laughed when she explained that the apartment was fully furnished as well, just with a much lower-grade selection than I was giving her.
“I was thinking, though, and I feel guilty that you’re holding a whole other unit for Mom. She can stay with me, since it’s so big. I don’t think that she’ll quit both jobs after the move, but I’m hoping to convince her to drop one and go part-time at the other one,” Elisa said, as she looked shyly at me. “We’ll have privacy, if that’s what you want. I mean, if you’ll be staying there with me sometimes.”
“You’ve assumed correctly, Elisa. I don’t just offer this to any woman,” I reminded her, as another dish was brought around. This was a chicken dish, consisting of tender meat and crispy skin, and I watched as Elisa moaned as she tasted it.
We left after a lot of good food and some wine, and Mark opened the door to the car for us as Elisa giggled. “Does he have a life apart from this?” She asked, once inside the car, with a wave if her hand.
“He’ll be taking the car home, once he drops us off at my place,�
� I replied, as she looked at me.
“Not the apartment?”
“I thought I’d show you my home,” I told her, as she smiled and sat back against the leather.
“Thank you for dinner. That was a great night,” she said, as she kissed my neck.
Mark took my private entrance, pulling into the garage and dipping low to drive us to the elevator. He let us out and bid us both good night, as he gave us a warm smile. I led Elisa to door by the hand, and she waved to Mark before wrapping an arm around my waist.
I heard heels clicking in the garage and turned my head to see Natalie looking back at me as she walked towards her car. She didn’t have a penthouse like I did, so I was surprised and concerned that it blew my anonymity. “Do you know her?” Elisa asked in a loud whisper, as Natalie narrowed her eyes at me.
“Just another resident in the building,” I assured Elisa, before turning towards the open door.
We went up to my place and walked inside as I locked the door and she stopped walking just to look around. “This is…”
“I call it home,” I said, as I slipped her jacket off to hang by the door.
“Incredible,” she breathed, as she stepped forward and walked over to the windows to look over the city. I knew that I had an elegant apartment, since I had custom ordered everything in it, but it was nice to see the childlike joy on her face. “I never lived anywhere close to this. I guess you probably did.”
“We were always comfortable, Elisa. This is more my own, though,” I walked over and started a fire, while she looked outside for a few more moments.
“How many bedrooms does this have?” I heard her ask as I stoked the fire with the tools that I kept nearby, frowning at the ash collecting at the end of the shiny brass.
“Four. Most of the space is this room and the kitchen, though the master bedroom is large,” I replied, as she sat down behind me. “I use the other rooms for an office, a spare room, and then another, more personalized extra room.”
“Personalized?” She asked, with another one of her goddamn giggles, as I stood and ran my hands down my pants. I had slipped the coat and suit jacket off upon arriving home, and I turned to stare at her as I loosened my tie. Her eyes were dark and hungry as she leaned forward on the couch and licked her lips.
“Did you like holding it earlier today?” I watched her face flush as she thought about my question, making me hard as I left my tie loose around my neck. I remembered the look in her eyes the previous time that I did that, and I had plans with it.
“I did,” she told me, as a naughty look crossed her face. I wanted to see a lot more of it, and I walked over to her before dropping on the couch beside her. “Why? Do you want to do that again?”
“Yes,” she whispered, as her green eyes caught mine with an intense look. I wondered how far to take it tonight as I leaned in to kiss her, first slowly and then with a heat that filled the room as we both deepened it.
There was my bedroom or the other room. Was it too much yet? I knew that Elisa had expressed a previous concern about my past, and she might not feel that way once she saw what it held. I didn’t use my home often for sex, but there were the precious few women who had become more to me. That was when I designed the other room.
Nobody meant what Elisa did to me, and had never even come close. I kissed her harder, testing her desire as she slipped her hand down between my legs and squeezed. “I want to show you something, Elisa.”
“What?” She asked breathlessly, before she kissed me again. The kiss lasted a few minutes as she moved onto my lap and distracted me from my plan, my hands moving to cup her ass. I wanted to rip off all her clothes and fuck her right here, but I focused and pulled away.
“Come with me,” I told her, as I pushed her off of me gently and went to get some water. We were going to need it. I held the bottles of water as I led Elisa down the long hallway and unlocked the door with the key that I pulled from the drawer in the kitchen. I paused before I took her hand and brought her inside, watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes widen.
Part 5
Elisa
He took me into another room that was lit by a large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was another bedroom, but more. It looked like sin, with the prominent iron headboard that offered several areas to be tied to, with a little something at the foot of the bed as well. I could see all the shelving and cabinets and I felt my thighs heat up as I wondered what was in there. I felt Damon slide his hands over my hips, making me jump at the heat that I felt from his hands. “I can do incredible things to your body in here,” he promised me, as I licked my lips.
“So I see,” I replied, as I let the jealousy in my heart wind around my body. I reminded myself that he had arranged an apartment for me, as well as my mother. I knew that he cared for me, no matter what his past might include. I had to let that go. I had to see where this would go. “What do you want me to do in here?”
“I’d like to start slowly. First, I want to tie you up and work on the control we previously discussed. I’d have complete control of the situation, and I’d like to feel out your limits,” Damon told me, as I shivered. “The bed is custom made for various kinds of restraint.”
“I guessed as much. It’s beautiful,” I told him, as Damon chuckled darkly.
“I don’t know if I’d refer to it like that,” he said, as I turned slowly in his arms. “This isn’t vanilla in here, Elisa. This can get rough.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t push me if I asked you to stop,” I told Damon, as his eyes burned brightly in the light.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Damon told me, as I smiled and stood on my toes to kiss him.
“Why do I think this is more than that?” I whispered, before his lips caught mine in a heated kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me, carrying me across the large room to the bed as our tongues danced together. I felt the heat thick in my veins as I pulled him closer, inviting him to do what he wanted. I knew what this room was, at least in part, and I felt ready for it.
I wanted to hold onto Damon, and taking a step into his world was going to be necessary for that to happen. It might excite my otherwise dull life as well.
I stripped off my clothes when Damon ordered me to in a soft voice with a firm tone. I was shaking as I dropped them onto the floor and turned my gaze to him, seeing his eyes hungry as they took me in. He strode to one of the cabinets, removing some rope from it and turning it in his hand.
“Get on your back and spread your arms and legs,” Damon told me, as I complied, blushing at the way I was exposed. Damon focused on the knots, keeping them comfortable and allowing me enough room to move around. I knew that I couldn’t touch him, though, and the idea bothered me and excited me all at once. I saw him slide his eyes up my legs to take in my glistening pussy as he secured my feet, taking away any control from me as I trembled.
I was quiet as he stripped, proudly displaying his muscled planes and stunning body before he sat down on the bed between my legs. “We’ll start slow, Elisa. I want to make you enjoy this, but if you don’t, just tell me to slow down. I don’t want to scare you, and doing it this way is testing my control.”
“Okay,” I said, as he nodded and looked over my body slowly. My nipples were hard and achy while I felt my core growing wetter with the intensity of his eyes. It was almost too much, and I struggled against the binds as he rested a hand on my calf. The slight touch made me jump, and he stroked my skin as he told me to calm down and that I was safe. Damon took something in his hand and dimmed the lights a bit, creating a calm sensation in me as he stroked my leg, his hand rising higher and higher. The combination of desire and contentment was overwhelming to me, and I jerked as he slipped his fingers over my pussy.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, as he stroked my clit, smiling at my low moan. “This is your spot, Elisa. This is your center.” I nodded, as he moved his hand slowly over me, just teasing my swollen nub. One finger sli
d inside of me, stroking my inner walls firmly as I squirmed and bit my lip. I never knew my own sensitivity before Damon, and it was killing me that I wasn’t going to be able to come soon. I wanted that. I wanted to coat his fingers and scream his name in this room, followed by begging him to fuck me hard. I was ready, but I suspected that he knew that.
“Damon,” I cried out, as he found a place that made me nearly explode before moving away from it with a smile on his face. “That’s not fair. It felt so good.”
“I know,” he teased me, as I lowered my gaze to meet his eyes as he stroked my slick inner thighs that I knew had to be pooling onto the bed by now. We stared at one another for a long moment as he seemed to consider his next move, looking dangerous and sexy as sin.
He moved to sit beside me, his eyes circling my nipples as they seemed to reach to him. “Fuck, they ache,” I said, as he reached out and smoothed his hand over the skin just underneath my breasts. His finger slid up, stroking the right one as I closed my eyes and memorized the feeling. I could come from this in my unsettled state, but I was aware that he knew that and would prevent it. “How can you stand this?”
“I am hard as a rock right now, Elisa. It’s not easy, but we need this step,” his voice was low, and I could hear him controlling it as he plucked at me, causing me to jerk again. “When I do fuck you, you are going to be wet with all the orgasms that I allowed you, tight for my cock.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned, as he lowered his mouth to kiss my stomach, moving slowly up to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Damon used his mouth on me, drawing me close to an orgasm before he pulled away. Slowly, he added light clips to my nipples and teased my clit with a dildo with the vibration on low, pulling away every time I got close. I was hoarse when he finally slipped two fingers inside of me, stroking me hard as I rocked with him.
“Come, Elisa,” he whispered in my ear, as I screamed. My body rocked forward, every nerve ending in my body feeling this orgasm. It was worth the torture in that moment, even though it felt like hours’ worth of it. I whimpered at the end as he stroked me slowly, prolonging the pleasure. “How did that feel?”
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