Damaged

by Miley Maine

  She moaned into my mouth as my hand traveled down her body, squeezing her hip and pulling her up to me so that she could feel the hard bulge of my aroused cock.

  “Hard already,” she teased when I broke away to catch my breath.

  “You always make me hard, there’s no way around it,” I said, descending again to kiss along her jawline and then make my way down her neck. I bit gently, taking her skin between my teeth to make her cry out in pleasure.

  “That feel good, baby?” I asked.

  “More than good,” she replied, her voice breathy and aroused.

  “Good. Because you’re getting more of it.”

  I continued to bite at her neck, sucking in places that I knew she could easily cover. I liked to leave her marks that reminded her every time she undressed that she was mine, but I would never put them in a place that might compromise her job. Professionalism was something that I understood and I wouldn’t take that away from her. That would be disrespectful.

  I made my way down the neckline of her dress, then brought one hand up to gently pull aside the strap, revealing one perky breast. Her nipple was already hard, standing up from the cool air and the arousal that was coursing through her.

  I tweaked it with my thumb, making her squirm, then brought my mouth to it, taking all of it in and sucking to make her squirm even more.

  “Vincent,” she cried softly, one hand coming up to tangle itself in my hair.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes!”

  I slipped the other strap of her dress down, revealing one more perky breast, rosy nipple pointed towards the ceiling.

  “Ah, baby, you’re so beautiful. I’ll never understand how these are so perfect,” I said, squeezing one breast.

  “Mmmm.” She squirmed beneath me. “Maybe I was made just for you.”

  I liked that idea. An angel made just for me. A being of light sent to light up my life.

  “Good, because you’re mine,” I said, kissing each of her breasts in turn. “And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  She moaned as I sucked on one of her nipples, arching up into her mouth. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.

  “Wasn’t planning on it.”

  I licked a line up the center of her chest, breathing cool air onto her skin. She squirmed beneath me, rubbing against the hardness of my dick and making me groan with desire. She was so beautiful. I wanted her so bad, there was no getting around that.

  “Undress for me baby? I’ll show you a real good time.”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” she said. I got off of her and she stood, slipping her dress down to reveal the lacy white panties that I had bought for her. She looked so perfect, just in jewelry and a pair of panties. I wanted to frame that moment and hold onto it forever.

  I finally understood the urge to paint something. It was the desire to immortalize the beauty of a moment that couldn’t be captured in just a photograph or even a video. There was a certain air to the way she blinked, the sly way that she looked at me. No electronic capturing of that would be enough. It needed the fantasy of a painter’s hand.

  “You’ve got to let me paint you like this sometime,” I said as she stepped out of the puddle of silk around her feet.

  “Oh?” she raised one delicate eyebrow. “You want to paint me now?”

  “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know if I could do you justice, but I at least want to try.”

  “I’ll allow that,” she said with a slight laugh. “I’d love to pose for you sometime. Though…” She trailed off as she looked down at the bulge in my pants. “I can’t say that it wouldn’t be hell for you to hold yourself back.”

  “That’s fine. I would have the promise of being satisfied later.”

  “Who says that?”

  “You.” I crossed the room in a couple of steps and pulled her against me, two fingers dipping into her panties and coming out dripping wet. “You always want me, I can tell just by the way you look at me.”

  “I guess I’ve been caught,” she said. “What are you going to do about it?”

  “Have you ever tasted yourself? Do you know what the sweet honey of your desire is like?” I asked, licking a bit of her wetness off of my fingers. She tasted like the sweet fruit of youth.

  “Can’t say I have.”

  “You should.” I extended my finger to her, and watched as she put her mouth on them and sucked away the essence of her desire. She licked her lips and looked up at me.

  “You taste better.”

  “Is that so?” I raised my eyebrow. “Want to put your money where your mouth is, my dear?”

  “Gladly. Let me taste you.” She said it in such a breathy voice that I had to groan. She knew how to push all of my buttons.

  “Well, since you’ve asked so nicely.” I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the side, then stepped out of my pants and my briefs, letting my cock extend to its full length unhindered.

  It was quite long, but I knew she could take it. She was looking at it with a hungry look in her eyes, licking her lips. She hadn’t been able to take all of it in her mouth yet, but we were working up to that. I was never going to force her to do anything she was uncomfortable with, especially when she could please me just fine without it.

  She knelt before me, grabbing my cock with her delicate little hands and began to lick at the tip where precum had formed. I shuddered at the pleasure of it, the sensation of her tongue on me, her hands working up and down my shaft.

  “Get your mouth on it, baby,” I said and she did as I asked, closing her lips around my cock and beginning to suck, moving up and down the length.

  My eyes closed from the delight of it, one hand working its way into her hair, helping her along at the pace that felt best for me. Not too fast, but not too slow either.

  I could feel the heat of the pleasure building within me and I thrust my hips forward. She gagged slightly, then readjusted, going at my cock with a renewed vigor.

  With the artful way that she worked on me, it didn’t take long before I orgasmed, cumming into her mouth. She gulped it all up greedily.

  “That’s right baby, swallow, just like that. Know that I am filling you.”

  She moaned and I withdrew my cock from her mouth, looking down at her with a pleased smile.

  “You did so well. You sucked my cock so well, baby.”

  “Thank you,” she said, standing. I kissed her on the mouth roughly, tasting myself on her lips.

  “Now I want to have you,” I said, working my cock with one hand to get it hard again. It responded eagerly, especially with Emma standing right there. She was so beautiful, so tempting, it was difficult not to get hard whenever she was around.

  I would just think of her naked body, her innocent eyes staring up at me, the little kitten noises that she made when I was going to town on her clit and immediately my dick would respond.

  I wanted her all the time.

  “Get on the bed,” I commanded, and she hopped up onto it, her legs folded beneath her, her hands on her knees, cocking her head to look at me with that little innocent expression that I loved so much.

  I stalked over to her, licking my lips, and pushing her back into the position that I wanted her in, lying on her back and looking up at me as I straddled her. I liked to be able to kiss her as I took her, upping the pleasure for both of us even more.

  I kissed her on the lips, my cock pressed against her opening. She arched up into me, kissing me back with an intense vigor.

  “Who is it you want?” I whispered.

  “You,” she responded.

  “Is that right?” I thrust into her, hard, making her cry out in pleasure.

  “Vincent! I want you!”

  “Yes you do. My pretty little Emma, it’s me you want.”

  I thrust into her again, then moved one of my hands down to play with her clit. She squirmed, making little noises that a wild animal might, turning me on even more.

  Her vagina closed aroun
d my cock, squeezing me tighter than her mouth could. It sent so much heat running through me, and I knew that if I wanted to, I could orgasm right then and there. But I wanted to push her to one first.

  So I kept going until she did, arching into me, screaming name as the wave passes through her. Then I let myself release, filling her again with my cum.

  I slowed down, withdrawing myself, and then flopped down on the bed next to her, kissing her head.

  She looked at me with a sleepy expression, pleasure evident on her face. “That was lovely, thank you,” she said.

  “I think I should be the one thanking you. Your beauty makes it all possible.”

  She giggled as I attacked with another barrage of kisses, covering her neck and her face.

  “Stop! Stop!”

  “Are you sure you want me to? You seem to really be enjoying this.”

  “Okay, maybe don’t,” she said, leaning over to return my kisses. “You know, I feel happy.”

  “That’s good. I think I do too.”

  She smiled. “I’m glad I could do that for you. You’re really special to me, you know that?”

  “You too. You too.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Emma

  I liked how things were going with Vincent so far. He seemed so perfect for me, and I felt safe whenever I was around him. This was something that was definitely important to me, so I was thankful for it and everything that it brought with it.

  Still, I didn’t want to push things too far.

  He hadn’t said I love you yet and the one time I had almost said it, he had hardly said anything back. I didn’t mind this so much, but it was a reminder to me that there were still a lot of things that he needed to work through before our relationship could be completely whole.

  At some point it would become a problem, but for now it wasn’t.

  Sometimes I noticed things that I knew should make me wary—the way he looked gloomily off into the distance sometimes, the way he stared at pictures of Maya, or things that she had made. Even some of the ways that he seemed to compare the two of us. I knew it couldn’t be exactly healthy, but I was trying to let it go for now. He was still a grieving man and that wouldn’t change overnight.

  Still, I wanted to get an outside opinion on things. I hadn’t shared with anyone else the relationship that was going on between the two of us, so I hadn’t had any input from outside so far.

  So when I went home the next day after Vincent rented the Yacht for the two of us, I called up Rebecca and asked if she would come over.

  “Right now?” she asked.

  “If you can, that would be great.”

  “I mean, I should be able to. But why asking me over all of the sudden?”

  I sighed. I had a feeling that this was going to be hard to explain for me.

  “Some things have been happening lately. Umm, romantic things. I wanted to get a second opinion, and really just share…”

  “Ooooh!” Rebecca squealed. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? How long has stuff been going on? With who? Oh, you know what, I’ll be over in a few minutes, you can tell me everything in person.”

  Rebecca lived close, so she was there quickly, just as she had promised. She looked so excited, clutching her bag to her chest, her eyes gleaming brightly as I let her in and offered her a seat at my table.

  “I’ll grab us some tea,” I said, taking down a couple of mismatched teacups and pouring some of the water I had just boiled. “Any preferences?”

  “Just green tea is fine!” she said brightly.

  Rebecca was one of my closest friends at the school we both worked at, mainly due to the fact that we both worked in specialties instead of having our own permanent class.

  I set down each of our teas and then sat down, letting out a deep sigh.

  Rebecca extended her hand across the table, grabbing mine and squeezing tightly. “Tell me everything,” she said.

  I explained to her what had been happening recently with Vincent, including some brief details on his past and the fact that he seemed to still be grieving. I didn’t want to invade his privacy by telling Rebecca too much, but I also needed her to be able to see the whole picture.

  Once I had finished, Rebecca sat back in her seat, bringing her hand up to her chin to consider everything I had just told her.

  “A lot’s been going on behind the scenes,” she said. “You said it started at the pool party?”

  I nodded.

  “An interesting way to start indeed. If you want to know my real opinion, he seems nice...and he’s definitely done some things that make him deserving of your affection...but you have to keep in mind that he’s also in a position that doesn’t make this relationship healthy right now.

  “I can tell that you’re trying not to let it bother you, but it clearly is. I don’t think this is the healthiest of relationships, to tell you the truth. I think you should maybe consider some things. Think about talking to him, or breaking things off for your own benefit. I want you to be happy, Emma. You deserve it.”

  She gave me a small smile. “Sorry, I wish the truth was nicer.”

  “Don’t apologize,” I said. “I called you over to get a second opinion. I’m glad you told it to me straight. That was exactly what I was looking for.”

  “Good.” She reached across the table to squeeze my shoulder. “Please consider giving things a break, for your own health. I don’t want you to be in anything that’s bad for you.”

  I hadn’t necessarily considered the fact that the relationship with Vincent might actually be unhealthy. I had thought that it might not be the best, but unhealthy was not the word that I would have used to describe it.

  I had been in an unhealthy relationship. I had been in an abusive one. It was that relationship that had taught me it was important to reach out to friends and keep asking for second opinions on what was going on.

  Sometimes friends were able to see things that you weren’t able to, especially when you were caught up in something so intimate. It was how I had gotten out of that abusive relationship.

  “Thank you Rebecca. I really appreciate it,” I said, squeezing her hand back.

  “You have to let me know how things go,” she said. “I really hope that things change for the better, I’m rooting for you.”

  I smiled at her and then the conversation dissolved into talk of school and other things as the two of us finished our tea.

  There was something else strange happening at the same time. Something that I hadn’t told Rebecca, or even Vincent yet. It was something that I didn’t want to quite admit to myself, but it was getting to the point where I had to face it.

  I had missed my last couple of periods. I was experiencing strange symptoms—some nausea in the mornings, strange cravings, a little bit of weight gain. All things pointed towards one thing: pregnancy.

  I should have known better. I wasn’t on birth control and Vincent hadn’t ever used a condom. I guess I was so caught up in the fantasy of things that I had forgotten something like this could even happen.

  It wasn’t like me. I worked with foster kids. I knew how hard the system could be. I had always thought that I wanted to adopt. It just made sense. But now I would have to face the reality that it was possible I was pregnant.

  More than possible. Incredibly likely.

  So after Rebecca left I headed out to the store to pick up a pregnancy test.

  The clerk who checked me out gave me a knowing look that I wished she hadn’t, and I was left with a sense of churning in my stomach.

  It was going to be okay. It was going to be okay. I kept telling myself this as I drove home and prepared myself to take the test.

  Cramped in my small bathroom, hunched over a pregnancy strip, I was forced to face the fact that I was, in fact pregnant.

  I groaned, arching my head back and almost hitting the wall.

  I didn’t know how Vincent was going to react. I knew that he liked kids and that he did well with them. H
e had a kid before and I knew he was a good dad, but that was exactly the problem. I didn’t know if he would want to have kids so soon again after what happened, especially only three months into a new relationship.

  It was a lot to take in all at once.

  That was why it ended up taking me several days to work up the courage to actually go tell Vincent what had happened.

  It was a school day and I drove to his house straight after. I didn’t give him any warning that I was coming, but I didn’t think that it would be a problem.

  I felt too nervous to do this over the phone, or even let him know a hint of what was coming. I was afraid that I would lose my nerve, so instead I forced myself to do it all at once.

  Once I arrived and parked I saw that there was no car in the driveway where his would usually be. And when I went up to the front door to knock there was no answer. The lights were off in the windows, and so I could only assume that he was out for the moment.

  I didn’t know how long it would take for him to come back, but I hoped he would be back soon. I didn’t know how long I could hold the courage in me to tell him what was actually going on.

  Just as I was walking back to my car, I saw his own crest the hill and come at a slow and easy pace towards the house.

  There he was, in the front seat, a soft and sad sort of look on his face that I could make out better and better as he got closer. Hopefully this was not foreshadowing for what was to come, as I wanted him to be happy about this new development. I was too nervous for him not to be.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Vincent

  That day was a hard one for me. I was on my way back from depositing flowers on both the graves of my wife and my son, as I liked to do at least every other week if not every week. I’d been going a little less recently, and so I felt guilty. I left them especially large bouquets of flowers this time and stayed there for longer than I usually would have to do a painting of the grave of my wife.

  I wanted some way to keep her with me, as I was realizing more and more that I truly missed her. Trying to honor her by taking up the art that she had loved so much seemed like the perfect solution.