Damaged

by Miley Maine

  “One day,” he said, “we will play out one of your fantasies. I shall be the pirate and you shall be the prisoner I’ve taken a fancy to. I shall be the scoundrel prince and you shall be the princess that I am meant to marry. I shall be the outlaw and you shall be the peasant girl who is sheltering me for the night. But tonight, I just want to be us. I just want to revel in the fact that you are mine and I am yours and everything feels as if it might be perfect.”

  He pulled me onto his lap, hands taking possession of my ass, his mouth taking possession of mine. He kissed me with rough desire, speaking all of the things that he might do to me in the movement of his tongue.

  I wanted him. I knew that I did. There was no avoiding it. I wanted him so badly that I thought that I might burst from the inside out.

  “Vincent,” I moaned. “I want you.”

  “I know, baby. Let me take my time with this. I want to savor you,” he said. “Let me savor you.”

  He began to kiss down my neck, biting me gently in those sensitive places, making pleasure run in ripples down my body and collect as heat deep within me. I squirmed, trying to find a better angle for myself, pressing against the hard length of his cock to try and relieve some of the pressure that I was feeling.

  “You’re so eager, baby,” he said with a grin. “My eager little baby.”

  “I want you,” I whined, giving him my best expression.

  “You want to make good on those words?” He looked at me with a sly grin and I knew I was going to get more than I bargained for, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, in any form, in any way. I just wanted to take him inside of me.

  “Yes, yes, of course.”

  “Then kneel on the floor for me,” he said.

  I knew what was coming, and oh, I wanted it so badly. I wanted to please him in this moment, to show him how grateful I was for everything he had done for me.

  So I did exactly as he asked, getting down on the floor in front of him and kneeling.

  “Please let me,” I pleaded.

  He looked down at me with a hooded gaze and stood, walking around me as if he was examining me from every angle.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I bet you’d look even better with my cock in your pretty little mouth and your innocent eyes looking up at me, begging me for more.”

  I nodded, swallowing down the heat that was coming up to my face. I wanted it. I wanted it exactly the way he was describing it. I wanted to make him feel as good as I knew I could.

  “So tell me, what is it you want baby?”

  “Your cock,” I replied.

  “And where do you want my cock?”

  “In my mouth. So I can suck you off and make you feel so good.”

  He groaned, hand roaming down to where the hardness of his cock showed clearly through the fabric of his pants. “Oh babe, you don’t know how happy that makes me.”

  “I can imagine,” I said, eager to please. I just wanted to tug down his pants already.

  “Can you? Well then, I promise that I’ll give you exactly what you need after you blow me. How does that sound?”

  “Lovely,” I purred.

  “Good, because that’s exactly how it’s going to work.” He began to unzip his pants, so agonizingly slowly that it made my mouth water with delight. Once he had stepped out of them and tossed his briefs to the side, I was able to view his cock in full glory, long and gleaming in the light.

  It was the best I’d ever had, and the best I would ever have. It was beautiful and it made me feel so good. I wanted it in me right now, at this moment.

  I reached for it, but Vincent stopped the movement of my hand with one firm glare.

  “Let me do this part. Do you trust me?” he asked.

  I nodded. I did like when he took control. Even if it did sometimes make things more frustrating, it was always worth it in the end.

  That was why I trusted him as much as I did. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to push me just far enough to make me experience even more pleasure than I had thought possible before.

  He took several more steps toward me so that he was standing above me, his cock rubbing gently against my face.

  “Open your mouth,” he said.

  I did as he asked, and he grabbed his cock, pumping it slightly before setting the tip on my tongue.

  “Lick it clean,” he commanded.

  I licked the precum off his cock, moving my tongue around the head in circular motions. He groaned and thrust forward. I took his cock in my mouth and let him thrust into me, keeping my lips tight to afford him the best pleasure.

  I looked up at him with the eyes that he had dubbed innocent and began going to work on him, licking and sucking him until he moaned with pleasure.

  Though it was long, I wanted to take his whole cock in me. I had never done it before, but I figured now was as good a time as any to try.

  Sensing what I wanted, Vincent brought down one of his hands to grip the back of my head.

  “I’ll go slowly baby, I know you can take it,” he said and began helping me up the length of his cock.

  I thought I was going to gag. My eyes were watering from the effort not to. Vincent must have noticed for he spoke words of encouragement.

  “You can do it. I know you can. Just a little more.”

  And then, just like that, my mouth was at the base of his cock. It was all inside of me, and it was easier than I had thought it might be.

  I went up and down his cock in that position for a few minutes and then switched back to working more of the tip, not wanting to actually gag and ruin the achievement.

  It didn’t take much longer for him to orgasm, cumming into my mouth. I swallowed it like it was the sweet nectar of life, licking him clean when I was done as he groaned, eyes closed in ecstasy.

  “That was so good, baby,” he said, looking down at me. “Now, for your turn. Get on the bed, lie on your back,” he commanded.

  “Don’t you want me to strip for you first?” I teased.

  “Now that you mention it….” He smirked. “Why don’t you? I’d love to see you move that beautiful body for me. Shall I put on some music?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Vincent grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his discarded pants and, with a few taps, put on some sexy music. I could feel the urge to move within me, the want to be sexy for him.

  I got up, moving my hips in a circular motion, watching him stare at them with an intense hunger.

  I took several more steps back, then turned around, knowing that his eyes were on my ass now as I moved it in time to the music.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he breathed out. “How have I never seen this side of you?”

  “Who knows, maybe because you haven’t asked,” I teased, beginning to lift up my shirt for him.

  “Turn around,” he growled. “I want to see those perky little breasts nice and clear.

  I looked over my shoulder. “And what if I don’t?”

  “Then you’re the damned devil and I’ll come over there so I can see them for myself.”

  “You’re no fun,” I said with a pout, but I didn’t mean it. I liked the possessive, controlling side of him in the bedroom. It was just the right amount of danger and exactly what I looked for when I was reading a book.

  I turned around, lifting my shirt up and off so that he saw my lacey bra. I took a moment to massage my breasts, drawing his eyes to them even more, then I unclasped my bra and let them fall, knowing his gaze was on my rosy little nipples, hard and peaked now that they were exposed to the air.

  “Oh baby,” he breathed out. “How could you keep those from me? They’re glorious.”

  I giggled. “I just wanted to tease you for a little longer, that’s all.”

  “Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean it’s not unfair. Now come on, show me what else those hips can do.”

  I finished undressing, giving him a little show as I painstakingly slid off each article of clothing while he watched. Then
I pranced over to him and let him take me in his arms, kissing me furiously.

  “My beautiful baby, all mine,” he whispered against me, kissing down my neck while I arched my head back, his hands on my back pulling me against the hardness of his cock.

  “You gonna give me what you promised?” I asked, knowing that he would be true to his word.

  “Of course, baby, just lie down on the bed on your back,” he said, still not letting me go.

  “I can’t unless you let me go,” I said, smiling up at him.

  “And why should I do that?” he asked, kissing me between each word. “You feel so good in my arms.”

  “But you promised.” I gave him a little pout, and he sighed, letting me go.

  “Fine, I know, I know,” he said kissing me one more time on the top of my head. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  “I bet.”

  I pranced over to the bed, laying down on my back, the covers silky against my bare skin. He came over and kneeled in front of me, kissing up the line of legs. Then his hands were on my hips, and he yanked me to the edge, making me gasp in surprise.

  “I want you right here,” he said, kissing my inner thighs. “You taste so good.”

  He licked me, making me gasp again, and then he worked his way back out again, making whine.

  “I want you.”

  “I know, I know, but let me take my time. I want to savor you.”

  I let out a huff that was quickly cut off as he bit down on some sensitive skin.

  “Vincent!”

  “Did that feel good?”

  “Glorious.”

  He continued to work along my legs, then, finally, after several minutes of teasing me, making me squirm and gasp and moan only touching my thighs, he licked along the separation of my labia.

  I moaned. “Please, Vincent.”

  “I know, baby.”

  He licked me again, then parted the lips and began to work on my clit.

  The heat built fast within me, filling every part of me with pleasure and desire. He had built me up so well that it didn’t take long for me to orgasm, the wave washing over me in a minute, quickly followed by another as he continued to work my clit with his tongue, flicking at it and gently biting at it every so often.

  “Would you like another?” he asked, looking at me from where he knelt at the end of the bed, just after my second orgasm had finished coursing through me.

  “Is that even a question?”

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Vincent said with a smile and stood. He crawled onto the bed, pulling me up and yanking me into the position he wanted me in.

  “I’ve been wanting to take you again,” he said. “I want to show you that you’re mine and I’m never leaving you again. Emma, I love you.”

  He positioned his cock, leaning down to kiss my lips and hold my hands above my head as he pounded into me. One thrust after another, he went in and out of me. And soon my past two orgasms were followed by a third as the two of us came together, screaming in the exaltation of it.

  As the heat and the pleasure died down, I whispered to him, “Vincent, I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Vincent

  Luke emailed me back and agreed to come into my office the next day. I made sure to hire some guards to have on duty in case anything got out of hand, but I doubted that I would need them.

  I informed Genevieve of the situation, and gave her the button to push to call in the guards in case anything happened.

  “Are you sure you don’t want them in here?” she asked. “It sounds like he’s dangerous.”

  “He probably is, but I don’t want to play all my cards right off the bat. Besides, you know I can defend myself.”

  She did. We had had a few clients who got violent when we wouldn’t do exactly as they wanted, and I was good at holding them off until we got security in.

  “But what if he brings a knife?”

  “He’s not going to bring anything that makes him seem scared or dangerous right off the bat. That’s just the kind of person he is.”

  “Okay.” She still looked a little concerned, but she knew that I knew what I was doing. And this was my problem to worry about, not hers. She would just be in the background.

  When Luke arrived at the building, I had him escorted to my office.

  “Ah, Mr. Beatricks,” I said when one of my staff opened the door and showed him in. I shooed them off, giving a motion that told them that they could leave and get back to whatever they had been doing before.

  “I’m assuming you’re Mr. Eldrige,” he said, a false smile on his face. Then he turned to Genevieve. “And who are you, my lovely lady?”

  “No one of your concern, just my personal assistant,” I said, directing his attention back to me. “I’m assuming you read my whole email and know why I have called you here.”

  “Yes, a rather interesting matter of business. May I take a seat?”

  I gestured for him to sit in front of my desk. He was definitely charismatic, but I knew that it was just a mask to conceal what he was really like deep down.

  “I don’t know why you’ve taken an interest in the matters of business of me and my wife,” Luke said, leaning forward. I tensed up a bit at the fact that he had called Emma that, but I reminded myself that it was just his way of trying to get to me.

  “I would hardly call her your wife.”

  “Oh but she is, under the law and otherwise. I took her, her virginity, so she’s mine.”

  “That is quite an outdated approach to take, Mr. Beatricks.”

  “We were each other's first love. But she’s delusional. She’s been struggling with her health for some time. When she ran away, I didn’t know what to do. Take pity on me, sir, I’ve been searching for her for a long time now. I just want my darling back.”

  “That’s not what she’s told me and I would say the evidence points to her story being correct.” He must have pulled a similar story in court to get out of facing any sort of sentence. He had an actor’s grace to the way he spoke. I hated the fact that the court had believed this scoundrel over Emma, but I knew that she had probably been distraught at the time and that would have only added to his own story.

  “Then has she started working on you already? I don’t want her to do to you what she has done to me. I’m just trying to bring her back home. Surely you can’t imagine that she loves you?”

  “I know that she doesn’t love you, and that is enough grounds for me to help her finalize the divorce. I would not need any other motivation.”

  “She’s told you stories, hasn’t she?” Luke looked at me with wide, sad eyes. But I brushed his question off.

  “Enough with this nonsense. We both know that what you want is money and a clean break. Though you should know that I won’t hesitate to take you to court if you don’t cooperate, or if I catch wind of you doing this to someone else. I have the best lawyers in the country and I am not afraid to use all my resources.”

  Luke let out a sigh and slumped back in the chair, his whole demeanor suddenly changing. “I see. Has she told you how much I asked for?”

  “I am prepared to wire you a tidy sum of one hundred fifty thousand dollars after you sign all the papers on the condition that you stay out of Emma’s life and mine forever and you don’t engage in this behavior with anyone else. If you break any of the terms of my agreement, I will take you to court and I will ruin you.”

  I knew that my threats might not stop him from working his charm on people, or drawing someone else into a relationship like the one he had had with Emma. But I was hoping that they might make him think twice.

  Even if I got him into jail, it wasn’t like I could get him a life sentence. He would still wander the world and work his evil at some point. I would just have to monitor him the best I could instead, and make sure that no one else was endangered by him.

  “Really? Is that all you’re willing to give me for
the safety of your precious Emma?”

  “Don’t test me, Beatricks. I will not hesitate to ruin you.”

  He raised his hands in submission. “Fine, fine, just show me the papers. No need to threaten me so much.”

  “I only do because you have pushed yourself into this position. If you had just signed the divorce papers in the first place and stayed out of Emma’s life, I wouldn’t need to.”

  “But I also wouldn’t have gotten this money.” He gave me a grin.

  “You’re sick. Incredibly sick.”

  “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Either way, I’ve won. Now give me the papers. I’ll sign.”

  I pushed the divorce papers over the desk to him, indicating the places where he should sign. He did so without needing to be prompted any further, then looked at me expectantly.

  “The money?”

  I pulled out my phone, clicking the few buttons needed to complete the transfer to one Luke Beatricks.

  “Done.”

  He pulled out his phone as it dinged, then looked up at me with a pleased expression.

  “Pleasure doing business with you,” he said, standing and walking towards the door. Right before he reached it he turned and said over his shoulder, “Stay out of my business from now on and I’ll stay out of yours.” And then he left.

  Genevieve let out a sigh of relief and turned to me. “I hope you don’t have to deal with him ever again,” she said.

  “Me too.”

  I left the office after that, wanting to get away from the general atmosphere of the place. Dealing with Luke Beatricks had been rough and I needed some time to relieve myself of the stress before heading back to see Emma again and let her know that everything was taken care of.

  I wanted to take her out to dinner that night. I also had something special planned.

  I figured now was as good a time as any to propose to her.

  She was out of a legally binding marriage she hadn’t wanted to be in, the two of us were back together, she was pregnant with my child, and we both knew that we didn’t want to leave each other again.

  We definitely didn’t have to get married right away, and I even wanted to wait a bit so that we could make sure that this day was extra special for both of us.