by Anna Antonia
Although he agreed I was on edge. Damian never rewarded my bad behavior and I definitely was bad by ordering him about.
“You have ten seconds. Count them out.”
Oh no!
41
DAMIAN
Risa clenched her adorable fists. I could read her thoughts as clearly as I could see the sky above. “How can I come if I have to count? I won’t be able to do it! If I can’t come, does that mean Damian won’t let me do it at all?”
My answer would be “I probably won’t.”
I was a bullying bastard that way. I wanted Risa to tell me how I made her feel for me, not for her to try to command me. Now she was going to pay the price.
“Don’t lose count, Risa, or I’ll stop.”
Her whimper made me smile.
“Ready?” I pumped my fingers for extra measure. Risa looked down, eyes wild with desire and trepidation, and nodded jerkily. “Begin.”
“One.”
I tugged her hips to me and spread her open with my free hand. I fucked her with my fingers slowly all the while.
“T-Two.”
Blowing on the tiny hard pearl, I flicked my tongue along each side before pressing the flat of my tongue against the front. Risa’s hard shudder brought joy to my heart.
“Thr…Three.”
I nuzzled her clit with my lips. I brushed across them light as a feather back and forth. Risa let out a strangled gasp.
“F-Four.”
Leaving off her pleasure center, I laved one side of her pussy from top to bottom before doing the same on the other side. Each time I reached where my fingers were buried, I wiggled my tongue at her entrance. She was due for another number. I slid my fingers almost all the way out in warning.
“Five!”
Such a good girl she was. Unfortunately, I was going to have to start all over again. I blew on her clit and Risa whined loudly. I couldn’t help but grin at the feminine sound of distress.
“Six!”
My tongue paid special attention to her sweet jewel, licking it delicately and quickly. Risa’s thighs tightened and her smooth belly quivered from strain. I couldn’t help myself. I ran my palm over Risa’s stomach, thoroughly enjoying how she jumped as soon as I touched it.
“S-Seven.”
She practically choked on the number. My grin was wicked indeed. I loved denying Risa pleasure simply because she didn’t have the guile to disguise it from me. The same went for teasing her out of bed. Half the fun for me was seeing Risa’s eyes snap with irritation and her mouth curl into an adorable pout.
But the time for teasing had come to an end.
I pursed my lips around her clit and sucked rhythmically, just the way that made Risa disintegrate every single time.
“Oh God! Eight! Yes…please don’t stop, Damian!”
I worked my hand harder, feeling her clench her slick muscles in response. There wasn’t much time left to her. I had to make her come before she got a chance to go past ten.
“Ah…Nine!”
Swishing my tongue across her plump, swollen lips, I tongued her deep. Her honey was so sweet I wanted to take my time and taste Risa properly. Too bad I’d have to do it when we got back to the house instead.
My thumb pulled her delicate hood, exposing her fully to me. Knowing she was so close to the edge, I only needed to lash her with my tongue a few times.
“Ten! Ten!” Risa bowed over and let out a long moaned version of my name. She rocked her hips against my face, oblivious to anything but the ecstasy I gave her.
And that was my love. I’d do my best to give Risa the words she craved, but at the heart of it all, words didn’t matter. Actions mattered.
My entire existence was predicated on a million words that were skillful untruths, all starting from words spoken to my mother long ago. She believed the false words that her husband, my father, was a simple nobody who would love and protect her forever.
Would she still have married the man who was a rising force in the Konstantinov family if she knew the truth, if she hadn’t believed his pretty but sincere words? Would she have blindly followed that teenage boy into the alley, who’d surely lured her there with false words, only to be shot seven times?
But I wasn’t that much different. I used my words so skillfully while hating how blindly people adhered to their shiny surface. I did it and I’d continue to do it but that didn’t mean I had to like or respect my silver tongue.
Only Risa seemed to get the blunt, uncouth version of me I didn’t even know existed. No matter.
I loved Risa and it was my duty and pleasure to give her whatever she needed. If she needed the words—I’d give them to her. Licking my lips and tasting her sweetness, I decided she needed all nine inches of me deep inside.
Without giving her time to come down from her carnal high, I stood up and lifted my girl. I turned so that my back was against the rock. With her thighs spread widely over my forearms, I ordered against her soft lips, “Take me out, Risa.”
Her heavy-lidded gaze smoldered with anticipation. I didn’t have to guess if it was mirrored in mine as well. Risa’s clever hands found my belt and unbuckled it quickly. She did the same with my pants button. A rough unzip, a tug of my underpants, and then I was free.
“I want you in me, Damian. Please let me make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Really. How could I deny her anything?
Cognizant of the gun in my jacket, I had to make sure Risa didn’t accidentally touch it. Questions that I wasn’t ready to answer would surely come my way otherwise. “Keep your hands on my shoulders. Don’t move them.”
“Yes, Damian.”
Pleased by her ready obedience, I teased her, sliding only a bit of my hard shaft before withdrawing. Prolonging our mutual satisfaction, I repeated it over and over again, going deeper a fraction of an inch at a time.
It was a glorious hell.
Our kisses devoured. Desperate, Risa clawed at my shoulders. Her impatience never failed to amuse me. I loved so many things about this tiny, frustrated girl, but her inability to control herself was one of the things I loved the most.
It was such a contrast to me and how I lived my life.
Risa mistakenly thought she needed to be more like me, colder and less talkative and impulsive. She was wrong. Risa was perfect just as she was, no matter how much it may have annoyed me at the beginning.
My thigh muscles strained as I held myself from plunging into her as hard and deep as I could. That could and would come later. Right now all I wanted to do was enjoy Risa. To concentrate on the exquisite sensation of her silken flesh around my cock.
My kisses gentled. I sipped from her mouth, taking her jagged sighs into me and giving them to her in return. Still I kept my slow press forward. Risa’s hands cupped my cheeks and she looked up at me.
Transfixed, she barely blinked. Risa stared at me the same way she always did. Her love for me, a love that I most likely didn’t deserve, had shined so brightly nearly from our first date when I was so brusque with her.
It flared when I made love to her the first time. It turned incandescent the first time I taught her to submit to me.
Risa didn’t know how much she gave away of herself every time she looked at me, but I hungered for it just as strongly as she hungered for my silver and gold stare. To me they were just the same eyes I saw every day, a biological warning to keep my two halves separate.
To her they were something fantastic and otherworldly.
Maybe we were both right.
I smiled and watched as she melted. No longer content with teasing, I pushed deeper inside just so I could watch her eyes as they darkened with bliss. This face was only mine to see, those moans belonged to me. The sight was precious to me and I’d hoard it like a dragon with his gold.
Inch by inch I came inside until I was seated to the hilt. We both let out low moans of satisfaction. I stayed like that, wanting to relish the closeness of being one before I rutted her li
ke a beast.
“I feel your heartbeat, Damian.”
“I feel yours.”
Her mischievous smile appeared. She shook her head slightly. “No. Not here. Can I move my hand?”
Watchful and ready to snap an order if she came anywhere close to my jacket, I nodded.
Risa slowly pressed her small hand against my chest. “Inside me.”
I flexed. “You mean like that.”
“Oh, yes. Like that.”
Our time for speaking stopped. I kissed her and lifted her higher before sliding her back down. Risa’s arms snaked around my neck and she pressed her body against me tightly.
Good didn’t cover it. Splendid didn’t either. Ecstasy might’ve come close. Sex had always been great between us, but Risa’s submission to me out here was greater than when I’d had her tied up at my feet, spanked her silly, or when she played kitty for an evening.
This was different because it was forever.
My hands moved to cup her ass so I could bring her even closer. Her deep, guttural sigh of satisfaction brought the same out of me. I wasn’t going to last much longer but I didn’t think either of us really cared. Risa worked her shapely hips against me and her short breathy bursts alerted me to her rising orgasm.
“You close?” I whispered gruffly.
Risa nodded, eyes screwed shut in concentration.
“Good.” I squeezed her luscious backside hard while positioning her a little lower. The change came over Risa immediately. She jerked hard and squeezed me harder from above and below.
Risa came seconds later. “Oh God! Damian, Damian, oh, I love you!”
I closed my eyes. Happiness hammered at my hardened heart. I’d heard the same words too many times to count before, but never like this. Never from someone who was standing in the same emotional spot at the same time as me.
My balls tightened and my shaft thickened. I opened my eyes to see Risa staring at me. Her gaze flicked away at being caught.
“Look at me. I want you to watch me as I fill your pussy with my come.”
Her lips parted and her cheeks flushed with her unique way of embarrassment and excitement. “Okay.”
Not good enough. “Tell me, little girl. Tell me what I want you to do.” My last word ended in a groan. My stomach tightened and my hips quickened.
Risa’s hand flexed at the base of my neck. “You want me to watch you as you fill my tight, little pussy with your delicious come.”
This was why I needed her words.
I gave her a wolfish grin and proceeded to do just that. Once I finished spurting deep and hard inside her, I held her close and kissed her gently until our breathing slowed back to normal.
“I love you, Risa.” Although I knew she felt the same, it was still difficult to say but I intended to say them so often that I’d soon get comfortable.
She bit her lip and looked down shyly. “I still can’t believe it.”
Bouncing her, I sternly asked, “Do I need to chain you up again, little girl, to get you to believe it?”
Risa giggled and answered with a saucy slant, “I thought you were going to do that anyways since I lost?”
“I think someone didn’t mind it as much as she says she did.”
“No, I did. I just don’t now.” She pecked me on the cheek and smiled.
I found myself smiling back. Risa ducked her head again. She could be so shy sometimes. I hoped it was a trait that never went away. I found myself alternately wanting to protect and bait her, if anything just to hear her outraged complaints.
Hmm, timing was everything though and now wasn’t the time.
Reluctantly, I set her down. Risa’s skin was already cool in the winter air. I needed to dress her again and then get us both back to the house. Maybe a bath would be just the thing to start off the rest of our afternoon?
As soon as I let go of Risa, she bent over and sucked me hard into her soft mouth. I slouched back against the boulder and gave into the delightful sensations that only Risa could give me. She cleaned me thoroughly with lips and tongue.
“There. All done,” she murmured a long minute later.
I slit my gaze. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yours, Damian.”
Mine indeed.
I tugged her back to me and closed my arms over her. I kissed the top of her head and asked, “You forgive me for this weekend?”
She took her time in answering. I didn’t like the nervousness tightening around my chest. Risa had to understand why I did what I did.
“I do forgive you, Damian. I just wish you could’ve told me your feelings without, you know.”
“Chaining you up?”
“Yes. I wish you could’ve done it without that.”
I tipped her chin up and waited until I had her full attention. “Would you have really listened or would you have run away because you were scared? Tell the truth, Risa.”
My warning command had her snapping her mouth shut. A guilty light entered her eyes. “I don’t know if I would’ve listened.”
“I know you wouldn’t have. You would’ve either mentally closed me out or taken off as soon as my back was turned. Sadly, it’s your M.O., Risa.”
“Okay, you’re right.”
“I know I am. Never doubted it.”
She stuck her tongue out. An impish grin then flared. “Just who keeps a chain like that, Damian?”
“Someone like me when he has someone like you.”
“So it’s just been my chain?”
Her nonchalant tone didn’t fool either of us. Risa had a jealous streak. It was a very good thing indeed that I was a firm monogamist or we’d have serious problems.
“Brand new and just for you, little girl.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good then.”
I shook my head mentally. Jealous indeed.
“As much as I’d love to keep you half-naked, Risa, it’s time we get back.”
A shiver snaked through her curvaceous body as if she’d just registered how cold it was. “I agree.” Her hands touched my belt and then looked up for permission.
I shook my head. “I need to get my little girl dressed quickly before she catches a cold.” Making quick work of tucking myself back into my pants, I retrieved her underwear. Once she stepped in them and I adjusted them just so, I pressed a quick kiss over her mound. From there I wasted no time in putting her jeans, socks, and boots back on.
“Ready?”
She slipped her hand in mine. It felt perfect as always.
As we walked back in companionable silence, I wondered if and when I should approach the subject of my house and then the rest. How would she react when she found out that not only was I not an IT Director but rather the owner of her company plus a score of others?
Maybe I’d be lucky and she’d just assume I broke into the mansion?
42
RISA
We approached the house on the hill not too long after we started walking. I was surprised I’d made it this far considering how limp I still felt from that fantastic fucking Damian just gave me. Surprisingly, it was my first time ever having sex outside. I’d be up for it again as long as we were secluded like we were today.
Although I give into everything Damian wants so easily I’d probably do it in front of a crowd of millions if he wanted me to.
I really should’ve been more ashamed of myself.
Our feet crunched across gravel as we made our way to the massive door. I looked about more closely now that I’d had the chance. It truly was a gorgeous home with tons of windows framed by heavy shutters. Boxwoods lined the foundation in uniform, neat groupings.
It definitely felt French which struck me as odd considering the part of the country we were in.
I glanced at him, a little unsure of what I could way and how I should act now that we were officially not just dating. This was all new to me because I’d never gotten so far with anyone else. I didn’t know the rules and since Damian wa
s full of those, I needed to know where I stood.
Still, I’d never know unless I tried. That had always been my motto. Besides, it was one thing to be submissive. Another to be passive. I’d been passive for far too long.
“Damian?”
He let out a little hum.
“Whose house is this really?”
“I already answered you, Risa.”
“Yes, but c’mon. Is it your dad’s or someone else in your family? Maybe a friend?”
“Is it so hard to believe it could be mine, little girl?”
My belly fluttered as it always did when he called me that. I loved how special and adored it made me feel.
“Well, yes. I know you make good money at your job but not that good.”
Damian came to a stop. His tone dropped by several degrees. “Just how do you know my salary, Risa? Has Julie been too forthcoming with people’s information? Employee personal information?”
“Of course not! It’s just that unless they’re paying IT millions of dollars a year…” I wondered if I’d offended him. I didn’t care about his salary. I made my own way and didn’t need him to pay my way.
His smile was far too brief. “That would be something, wouldn’t it?” Damian started walking again, pulling me behind him so that I had to hurry up to match his long-legged stride.
I couldn’t tell if he was mad or not, but I didn’t regret asking. I just regretted that Damian didn’t give me a straightforward answer.
I just hoped he didn’t break into here. I’d hate for the owners to come on us while we were rolling around in bed. I can’t even imagine calling my parents and asking for bail money.
“Mom? Dad? Hey! Can you bail me and my boyfriend out of jail? What did we do? Uh…breaking and entering. Hello? Mom? Dad?”
He unlocked the front door. I snatched a look at the keys in his hand and recognized them as the same ones he always carried. Which meant…
Damian was telling the truth?
Okay. I looked about me with new eyes. Spacious foyer, wide staircase, and everything about us whispering tasteful expensive décor—not the kind one found in a big box department store.
