It didn't take long to get to somewhere private.
Damian was composed. Quiet. As soon as the door to the hotel room shut. I saw the shift in his eyes diminishing all restraints. He smirked at me, locking the door before testing it. His tattooed fingers lingered on the handle for a few seconds, and then he turned to approach me.
My pulse quickened, my heart thrumming against my ribcage. We were alone, and I felt like I had entered a cage with a man who had the power to do whatever he wanted.
The both of us, locked in a room in the highest floor of a prestigious hotel. It was beautiful, elegant and the perfect place to unleash my inner whore.
Even in my heels, Damian towered over me. He was bigger then me, stronger. His muscles strained underneath his shirt, tensing whenever he moved. He reached me, standing a few inches away with a predatory gaze traveling down my body. He was close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him.
I made a mistake of taking an apprehensive step back.
Damian chuckled, leaning his head to the side to observe me, "scared?"
I scoffed, "No"
He took another step forward, but I didn't move. I wasn't going to be intimidated by a man, not even by him who looked like he could split me in half.
In the light of the hotel room, I could see him clearer. Eyes dark enough to appear black, carefully crafted lips and a perfect smile. It messed with me that he was diabolically beautiful.
"Good," he said, and I felt like he could see right through me. My nerves were still messing with me, but I refused to let it stop me from getting what I wanted—what I needed. And I wanted him.
Damian walked forward, backing me into the wall. He breathed out a sigh, resting his palms on the wall next to my head. His height forced my neck to stretch taut as I maintained eye contact, his gaze dropped to my cleavage, and the way he looked at me had my pussy aching between my legs. I could see lust, and he didn't bother hiding it.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Nova" he whispered, his breath fanning my skin because of his proximity. The praise almost made me fucking moan.
He ran his hands down my arm, taking my hand in his and I wasn't expecting him to turn me around. My front met the wall, and then something hard was pressing into my ass. I shuddered, clenching my thighs together to relieve me of the annoying ache he had given me.
"Keep those legs open'l he warned, and then he bit my ear lobe and I couldn't stop the shudder racking through me. I disregarded his commands, choosing to grind my ass into his hard erection.
He was snugged up between my thighs, big and prominent. I liked that I had that effect on him.
The friction had icy chills dancing on my skin. My lips parted, needing more than what he was giving me. Damian pressed himself deeper, until there was nothing separating us just our clothes.
"Or what?" I asked, earning a throaty groan from him. The sound was deep, forcing my eyes to flutter close. I imagined all the sounds he'll make while I fucked him.
Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. "What's your safe word?"
Safe word. We needed a safe word.
Fuck.
What was he going to do to me?
"I can choose for you, if you don't mind," he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded.
"Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery," he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn't be too hard to remember.
"That'll work," I breathed. He grunted, reaching his hand around me to cup my pussy in his palm. My tight dress strained against my thighs, hitching up to my waist to reveal my underwear. It was lacy, black and uncomfortable as fuck. I wanted it off immediately.
The heel of his hand grinded into my clit, forcing a moan out of me. My knees almost buckled, the intensity of it catching me off guard. My breathing got heavier, the feel of him rolling his hand with precision made my eyes roll back to my head. I always had an overly sensitive clit, and right then—I relished in it.
When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth.
"You're so wet, Nova," he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked.
The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.
"Fuck."
Without so much as a warning, a finger was plunged into me. I gasped, tensing at the sudden intrusion. But Damian was relentless, adding another finger before I could adjust to the first one. With his fingers inside me, his palm against my clit and lips on my skin, my senses were beginning to feel overwhelmed. I choked on air, letting my hips move because I wanted more.
"Grinding on my hand," Damian laughed, a deep and baritone chuckle that had my pussy clenching around his fingers. "You like that, don't you?" He grunted, thrusting into me with enough force to have my body hitching on the wall. Fuck. His fingers feel so good.
He slid his hand over my back before finding my hair in his fist. He pulled my hair back, forcing me to look at him.
"Shit," I breathed, rolling my hips on his fingers as he continued to slide them in and out of me. He pushed my underwear down my legs, stretching it around my ankles and heels.
Damian never stopped kissing me, whether it was my neck or shoulder, his lips never left me. I pressed my forehead against the wall, enjoying how good he was making me feel. More than I'd like to admit.
"Tell me that feels good, Nova," his voice was hardly above a whisper. He grabbed my ass, giving me a harsh slap when I didn't answer him. I gasped, my skin stinging but the pain of it resonated through me and morphed into a pleasure I had never felt before.
He groaned, and the sound of it had my pussy clenching around him repeatedly, wanting something more than just his fingers.
"I want to hear you," he said, and I swallowed hard. He slid his fingers out of me, taking the opportunity to extend my approaching orgasm. Damian used two fingers to separate my pussy lips, opening me wide. I was wet and I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
I wanted to fuck him. So badly.
"That feels good," I barely recognized my own voice. I was desperate, on a brink of an orgasm he wasn't letting me have. My pussy yearned for a release. For anything. He teased me, spreading my juices around but missing all the good spots. I moaned, moving my hips in an attempt to guide his fingers into me. He didn't let me.
"Damian,please, that feels so good." I murmured, and that seemed to be what he sought. He wanted me to beg for him so badly— let him know how much I wanted him and at that point I didn't care.
"Good girl", he said, laying soft kisses along my neck. Fuck. I had never been praised like that, and it was foreign but I liked it. A lot.
He spun me around, not giving me time to react before his mouth was on mine once again. He kissed me hard, skimming his tongue across my bottom lip and caught it between his teeth. The kiss was rough, painful but I couldn't stop.
His tongue wrapped around mine, sucking on it while my body quivered from the intensity of it. I could cum just like that, feeling his dick against my stomach with his lips on mine. I opened my mouth, grabbing his head to deepen the kiss and his moan told me that he liked that.
His hands reached around me, grabbing my ass to lift me.
He moved back and my back met the king sized mattress in the corner of the room. The sheets cold and silky. It relieved my flushed skin. Damian hovered over, covering every part of my body with his large frame. The chain around his neck had escaped the captivity of his shirt now dangling freely.
He was fucking hot.
The way he looked at me-his eyes translating his lust-it showed that there was no going back and I spread my legs to convey that message. His hands roamed my body, paying attention to every crevice and i enjoyed how touchy he was.
His mouth never left mine when he spoke,"what do you want from me"
Everything.
I pushed his shoulders, giving him one last kiss.
"On your knees, Damain"