Damaged

by Miley Maine

  But getting engaged was something we could do right now and it was something that I wanted to do. I wanted to prove to Emma just how much she meant to me, and what better way to do that than with a ring?

  I got myself some lunch and then headed into one of the jewelry districts.

  I had gotten all of her ring sizes before when I gifted her jewelry sets with the intention of making sure that if I proposed to her in the future, I wouldn’t have to ask and ruin the surprise.

  I also knew generally what I was looking for. Something expensive, platinum and white diamond most likely to keep it classic, but also something that would speak to the more artistic side of her. I wanted her to know that I had considered everything that she might like before making this purchase. I wanted a ring that was uniquely hers.

  So instead of going to one of the large jewelry stores like I might first be inclined to, I went to one of the smaller shops that generally dealt in antique rings.

  “What can I help you with today?” the seller asked as soon as I stepped through the door, ringing the little bell above it.

  She was a young Indian woman in her twenties with long hair tied up in an elaborate updo and wearing a simple golden silk dress.

  “I’m looking for a ring. An engagement ring, actually,” I said, looking around at all the display cases. No two rings or other jewelry pieces were the same. They all shined and glittered in the light of the shop, asking for my attention. I got the sense that they all held their own life, their own story. It was something that Emma would like, I knew for sure.

  I would have to take her back to this store to pick out jewelry for our wedding, or anything else she might like. I wanted to decorate her in love and gems so that every time she looked down at herself she would be reminded that she was mine and she was loved greatly.

  “Oooh!” The woman’s face lit up with excitement. “Do you have the lucky woman’s ring size? Her taste? Do you know what kind of stone or setting you might like? I can help you find whatever!”

  She clearly cared about her job and was eager to do it.

  “Her ring finger is a size four, I’m fairly certain, and I’m looking for something a little more unique for her. She’s an artist, so she likes things that have a story to them. I would still like for the ring to have the traditional diamond though. I don’t have a budget at this time.”

  She took in all of my words with a nod and then headed over to one of the display cases, pulling out several trays.

  “We organize our rings by size,” she explained. “So these are all of our size four rings. Why don’t you take a look and let me know if anything catches your fancy. If you’re a little overwhelmed I can always make some recommendations.” She let out a laugh at this, as if it was some inside joke.

  I headed over to where she had placed the trays and began examining the rings, taking each out in turn to look at the ones that interested me most.

  Some of the rings were way too gaudy for my taste. Some were on the opposite end, too simple. Some were gold, some had other stones, some just didn’t have the feeling of a story to them. These were all ruled out of course.

  Finally, I found a few rings that were more my taste. They all fell in the art nouveau era and style, with beautifully cut diamonds and hand engraved filigree all along the sides.

  “Those are wonderful choices,” the woman said, taking them from my hands to look at them. “Might I suggest this one? It came from the estate of a woman who was also an artist. She lived a long and happy life with a successful marriage. I am sure that it will bless your own.”

  I knew that there was a great chance she was making this up in order to get me to buy the ring, but there was a sense of truth to her words. It was like I could feel the story in my own heart when I held the ring in my hand.

  “I’ll take it,” I said, handing her my credit card.

  “Glad I could help.” She rung me up, then let me have my pick of some gorgeous art nouveau ring boxes. I picked an expensive one with a white satin inside and real gold filigree on the outside. It had the images of beautiful women like fairies crafted from the gold, their hair flowing around the box to frame it.

  She wrapped it up for me and wished me good luck as I left, the ring in its ring box in my pocket, my heart beating fast in my chest at the thought of being engaged to Emma that night.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Emma

  I knew that day that Vincent had gone out to get Luke to sign the divorce papers to officialize things. I had already signed them last night, so I knew that once this was all over the process would be completely finished.

  I knew I didn’t have to worry about it, but I found that I couldn’t help pacing around the room anxiously. I was forced to sit when one of the maids came up to call me down to lunch, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Vincent the whole time.

  Was he doing okay? Had everything gone according to plan? What had Luke said to him?

  I couldn’t help but worry that Luke had managed to hurt him in some way, as he seemed to do with everyone around him and everyone that mattered to me, but I knew that was foolish. Vincent would be fine. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he was getting himself into. I just had to believe in him.

  Still, I was relieved the moment Vincent’s car pulled up in the driveway.

  Now that I knew there were guards on the property and Luke was being taken care of, I didn’t feel quite as jumpy, but I knew that it would still take me a while to feel completely safe when I was alone. This was just one of those times where trauma could really take a toll on the way that you viewed the world around you.

  I ran down to greet Vincent as he entered the front door, wrapping him in a big hug.

  “Someone is excited to see me,” he teased, giving me a kiss on the top of my head.

  “I am!” I said “I really am. How did things go?”

  With a flourish, he presented the divorce papers to me. “They’ve all been signed. I’ve entered the information in and done all the work to make it official. You don’t have to worry about a thing anymore.”

  “Oh, thank you, thank you.” I smothered him in kisses, showing him my gratitude. “You know I love you!”

  He laughed. “I do indeed. I do indeed.”

  He walked me into the living room so that the two of us could sit down together, and then turned to look at me with a small smile. “What do you think, shall we go out for dinner?” he asked. “I want to celebrate.”

  My heart warmed at the thought. “That sounds wonderful!” I said immediately. “Let’s definitely go get dinner.”

  “I’ll make us some quick reservations then,” Vincent said, pulling out his phone. He chose an expensive-looking Italian restaurant, booked us a table for the evening, and then turned to me with a smile.

  “In the meantime, care if I take you as my appetizer?”

  I giggled, but heat was already rushing through me at the thought of having him again. Last night had been wonderful and I had no doubt that tonight would be even better.

  “We should probably go somewhere more private then,” I said, looking around at the wide windows and the arched entrance that meant anyone could walk in at any time.

  “Why, are you shy?” he teased.

  “I just don’t want to traumatize your servants.”

  “Shall I give them the night off then?”

  “What about the neighbors?”

  “No one’s going to be peeking through the windows, my dear Emma. And if they do, I’ll sue them to hell and back.”

  I laughed. “Fine then. Dismiss your servants and we’ll fuck right here on the couch.”

  “I’ll be back,” Vincent said with a grin as he stood, and then walked out of the living room. He barked out a couple of instructions, informing his staff that they would have the rest of the night off (but still be paid for it, of course). Within a few more minutes we had the whole house to ourselves.

  He waltzed back into the living room with a triumpha
nt grin on his face. “Now we can fuck wherever we want to,” he said, carefully setting his jacket across the back of a chair. “Take your pick.”

  “Here for starters,” I said. “If we still have time once we’re done on the couch, then we can think about moving somewhere else.”

  “Sounds like a deal.”

  He straddled me, pressing his hands into the couch behind me, and began to kiss me, gently taking my bottom lip into his mouth and biting down.

  “You taste so good,” he whispered in my ear, kissing a line down my neck. “So beautiful. Such lovely skin.” He bit down and I gasped, arching into him.

  “You like when I do that, huh baby?”

  “I do,” I said, tangling my fingers in his hair.

  “Mmmm, maybe I should do it more then.” He bit down on another sensitive area of my neck, making me gasp and squirm. “Hmmmm, maybe here?” He continued nipping at my neck, causing me to buck beneath him. Heat was building deep within me, and I wanted to rub myself against him to get rid of the sensation.

  “You’re so eager, baby,” he said. “Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that.”

  He flipped me onto my stomach, pinning my arms beneath me and using one hand to stimulate my clit through the fabric of my panties.

  “You’re so wet already? I wonder how wet I can make you.”

  “Please,” I groaned, wanting him inside of me. I was aching for him and I didn’t know if I would last much longer with all of his teasing that he liked to do.

  “Mmmmmm, patience baby. I promise I’ll make you feel good, in so many different ways.”

  He yanked down my panties, tossing them to the side, and pushed up my skirt. He began running one hand over my ass, petting the soft white skin.

  “Have you ever tried anything here?” he asked, poking one finger at my entrance.

  I groaned, surprised that it could bring me pleasure. “No.”

  “Well, maybe today is the day to change that. Would you like that?”

  I nodded.

  “Say it for me baby. I need to hear you say it.”

  “I want you to play with my ass.”

  “Good girl. Now, we’ll have to go slowly and work you up to it, but there are a few things that we can do right now.” Carefully, he worked one of his fingers into me. I squeaked, surprised at how much it felt like it was stretching me.

  “Just breathe through it,” he said. “You’re doing wonderfully kitten.”

  He moved his other hand down to play with my clit, instantly turning the pain into pleasure.

  “Do you think you can handle another one?” he asked as I squirmed beneath him, trying to find the best position.

  “Yes,” I said, though I wondered if I would really be able to. One finger already almost felt like too much.

  My question was answered as he slid another finger inside of me, making me squeak and squirm more, trying to find some position that was comfortable. It stretched me in a way that was both pleasurable, but also incredibly uncomfortable.

  Slowly, Vincent slid his fingers in and out, playing with my clit at the same time so that the heat built up inside of me, even as I was stretched.

  It started to feel better and better as he continued, and I found myself gasping as he edged me closer and closer to orgasm.

  Then it rushed over me in a wave and he removed his fingers from my ass, helping me up and pulling me into his arms.

  “You did so good,” he said. “I promise one day I’ll be able to bend you over and fuck you in the ass, but for now we’ll just build up to it. I don’t want to stretch you too much.

  “Thank you,” I said, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “It felt good though.”

  “Don’t lie to me, baby. How did it really feel?”

  I looked down at my hands. “It hurt. But it also felt good at the same time.”

  “Oh baby, you’re every man’s dream. I’m so glad I have you.” He squeezed me tight to his chest. “For more reasons than just that, of course. It’s just a bonus cherry on top. You’re lovely in every way and I’m so lucky to be with someone like you.”

  He patted my ass, which was still smarting a bit from being stretched. “Not to mention that this is a fine specimen indeed.”

  I giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, drawing him in. He brought his hands up to either side of my face, gently stroking my cheek.

  “Fuck, you’re so goddamned beautiful.”

  “And you’re absolutely wonderful.”

  After a moment of kissing him, I asked, “Shall we continue? There are still many more places to explore.”

  “I’d nearly forgotten, it just feels so lovely sitting here with you.”

  “Mmmm, does it?” I kissed him again, letting him pull me even closer to him.

  “It really does. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  He stood, pulling me up with him and pressing his body against me, his cock making my pussy ache even more.

  “Shall we go to the kitchen?”

  “I think your cook would kill us if we did anything in there.”

  “Ahhh, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Besides, you are a delectable treat, and those belong on the counter where they can be eaten.”

  He kissed me again, then pulled me into the kitchen. I laughed as he boosted me up onto the counter and spread my legs wide. He wiped one finger down the length of my clit, humming as it came away wet.

  “You are eager.” He licked the wetness off of himself, putting his finger in his mouth and sucking. “And quite tasty indeed. Like powdered sugar, or frosting.”

  “I don’t think that can be healthy,” I said with a laugh. “Who tastes like that?”

  He shrugged. “Apparently you do. Shall I eat you out?”

  I shivered in delight at the thought. He knew what he was doing, especially with his tongue, and I always loved to be eaten out by him.

  “Yes please.”

  “Alright my lovely little appetizer, spread your legs a little wider.”

  I did as he asked, watching as he bent his head down and licked a line up the inside of my thigh.

  I shivered, curling my fingers into his hair and arching into his mouth as he kissed his way up to my clit.

  Each touch of his lips, his tongue, his finger tracing a line, sent a whole new chorus of sensation through me. I desired him. I craved him. He was so expert at the way he did things, knowing what each little touch might do to me.

  The heat, the desire, built up within me. I throbbed for him, wanting him inside of me, giving me that sweetness that only he knew how to.

  He was the only partner I’d ever had that actively wanted to do things that made me feel good instead of just caring about what got them off. It made the experience all the better because we cared about each other instead of just worrying about ourselves.

  Vincent’s tongue flicked my clit and I gasped, feeling another shiver of desire go through me.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered against me, making me squirm from the sensation.”

  “Of course I do,” I managed to say in a breathy voice. It was taking all my control not to use my grip on his hair to force him where I wanted him, but I knew that I should trust him because he knew what he was doing and he would make me feel oh so good.

  Finally he began to work at my clit with a passion, tongue circling around the little bud of concentrated pleasure. Because he had spent so long working up to it, it didn’t take me long to orgasm.

  He drank me in as I came and then stood, stripping off his clothes and revealing his long and glorious cock.

  “Shall we try for a third?” he asked and I nodded, mute from the sheer amount of sensations running through my body.

  He positioned himself in front of me, cock at the entrance to my pussy, and then thrust into me, making me scream out his name as he hit my g-spot.

  Over and over he went into me, pushing me through another two orgasms before cumming himself.


  Finally, he withdrew from me, looked at me with a sleepy smile, and then helped me down from the counter.

  “I guess we should probably get cleaned up, huh?” he said, a joking tone to his voice. “We can’t very well show up to the restaurant like this.

  I drew him in between my legs, wrapping them around his waist, kissing his face. “And what will they say? They’ll just be jealous of how lovely each of us is.”

  “More likely they’ll kick us out for public nudity.”

  I pouted. “But I don’t want this to end yet. This is so much fun.”

  Vincent looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall behind my head. “I suppose we still have another hour before we actually have to leave. Do you think you can get ready in forty-five minutes?”

  I nodded. “Of course I can! Anything to spend some more time with you like this.”

  Vincent laughed, helping me down from the counter.

  “How about this, we have some more sex in the shower and then we get ready.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  And we did. We fucked long and hard in the shower, exploring each other’s bodies like we promised to explore the house one day. I intended to keep Vincent to that promise, it was one thing that I was really looking forward to.

  Once the two of us had finished our little romp about the house, Vincent helped me get dressed in a long silk dress.

  It was of a deep blue, imported from France, and it was accented with crystals around the center waist. He put a matching necklace around my neck and earrings in my ears.

  Then I turned to look at myself in the mirror and gasped.

  I looked like a goddess. Like a regal queen. The woman that stared back at me wasn’t scared. She was sure of herself and her future, and she was going to proclaim it to the world.

  Vincent kissed me on the neck, right above the necklace. “You look lovely,” he said.

  “It’s all thanks to you,” I said with a smile.

  “Not true. Your beauty shines more than any jewel.”