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“Only if we’re going back to your place,” she whispered.

Inside, Sasha gasped in shock at her own boldness. She flushed. Did she just really say that? She started to pull back but he gently grasped her arms, tugging her even closer him.

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” A faint smile, almost cruel in its anticipation, touched his full lips.

The lights became fierce in his eyes then. She melted even more thoroughly, feeling the arousal move through her body, stiffening her nipples, her clitoris. She reveled in this feeling of desire. It had been so long since she’d touched and been touched with the intention to pleasure. Sasha licked her lips. Her heart pounded. After a heated moment, their bodies pressed chest to chest, hip to hip, Damien released her. He brushed the backs of his knuckles along her jaw line. She quivered.

He smiled again, obviously pleased. With the lightest of touches, he tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow, led her from the party, and down to his car.

Chapter Four

All too quickly, they were at Damien's sprawling estate. With one hand comfortably on the steering wheel, he drove the luxurious black sedan through the high, iron gates and past the stables. The car pulled into a massive garage housing dozens of other expensive cars. Sasha had only a few moments to gape at the gleaming assortment of vehicles before he was leading her into the darkened house.

Damien’s hand clasped gently yet firmly around hers. His strides were unhurried, but purposeful, taking them quickly through the house. Though there were no words spoken between them of sex, or purpose, or surrender, it was all there in the air between them. The way he took control of her was an aphrodisiac. Her body trembled with anticipation of what else he would take charge of. With all those possibilities trembling between them, he led her up the stairs, down a long hallway. Then, to his bedroom. 

Damien closed the door behind them, briefly closed his eyes as he leaned back against the door. His breathing was unhurried and soft. But Sasha felt it cost him a great deal to keep it that way. Excitement and urgency crackled around him.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

He voice was all icy control but she could already see the erection straining at the front of his pants. Sasha licked her lips. Wanting to kiss him, wanting so much but afraid to ask. She unzipped the dress and stepped out of it, reaching down to pluck off her shoes.

"Leave on the shoes."

In her bra and panties, her high heels, she stood watching him, watching her.

"Now, the bra. And panties. Take them off slowly."

He pushed himself away from the door and toward her, his walk even more feline that what she'd noticed before. He stopped with only two feet between them, watched her with eyes that missed nothing as she reached back to unsnap her bra then took it off. She heard him take a rough breath as her breasts tumbled free. They weren't large, only C cups, but on someone so short and so thin, she knew their size looked almost melon-like. At least that’s what one of her foster mother’s had said to her years ago. She roughly pushed the thought from her mind, refusing to let any of those past years ruin her present joy.

"God!" Damien stared at her breasts, his lips slightly parted, as if he imagined himself already suckling from her.

He hissed as if to take a move toward her, but stopped himself. "Now, the panties."

She hooked her thumbs in the edges of the plain black cotton and pulled them down her thighs. Sasha bit her lip as the underwear pulled away from her wet sex, exposing the lush dark bush, the clitoris already poking its head out and begging for attention. The heated want slithered through her body as he devoured her with his glittering eyes. She stood before him, her breasts trembling with each breath she took, not sure what to expect.

It had been a long time since she’d allowed a man to touch her. Almost two years. In that time, her body had wracked her with its needs; but she’d ignored those needs in favor of her career. Suddenly with Damien’s eyes on her breasts and on her damp sex, she felt the emptiness of every one of those seven hundred and thirty days of celibacy. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly she could almost feel him pushing at the back of her throat. Sasha whimpered softly in her need.

Touch me
, she almost begged him.
Touch me, please.

Then, he touched her.

He slid a hand around her back and drew her to him, her nakedness against his suited body, even more erotic than if he'd been naked too. Although she longed to see him, longed to touch him, she wanted him like this too. Needed it. Her hands pressed against his chest just as they had done on the balcony at the party. But this time, she was nervous. Almost frightened by the urgent possession in his gaze, by the way he stared hungrily at her mouth, her body. He groaned her name, brought his mouth down to hers.

Sasha sighed. At last. His lips were firm and warm, the masculine curves of them fitting hers perfectly. Pressing into her, then it was his tongue lapping at her mouth then sliding inside to possess her with its strength and heat. He tasted the entire inside of her. Licked her, made her gasp.

His touch was the spark she needed. Ever since propositioning him on the balcony, she had been nervous about what she had done. Worried that she could not take it back. Now with his mouth on hers, his hot tongue delving into her, her breasts crushed against his chest, she didn't want to take anything back. She just wanted him to drink her up like fine champagne, swirl her over his tongue, and make her feel like magic.

Through the thoughts swirling in her head, champagne induced, Damien-fueled, she felt everything as urgent, as hot, as right now. She wanted everything. His tongue. His strength. His body.

Damien’s hands caressed her back then fell down to her bottom, cupping her curves, stroking her before sliding down between the plump globes of flesh to fondle her wetness.

"Oh!"

It had been so long since she'd had a lover. So long that she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be out of her mind with pleasure, wanting someone else to take control of her body and bring her the release she so desperately craved.

"You're so fucking wet!" Damien gasped against her mouth as his fingers explored between the damp and plump folds of her sex.

His fingers slid inside her, stroking her until she was moving her body against his, agitated. Out of her skin with want. The fabric of his suit rubbed against her breasts with each motion, jerking her arousal even higher. He pulled his hands back from her dripping sex, still kissing her, sucking on her tongue in a wicked rhythm that had her eyes rolling back in her head, her core getting hotter and wetter. She clung to him, as they kissed, her fingernails curling into his shoulders. A moan vibrated at the back of her throat.

He lifted his head, eyes bright. Without warning, he swept her into his arms, carried her to the massive bed, a black four poster with soft sheets and the key to her night's fulfillment. Sasha trembled as Damien yanked off her high heel shoes and dropped them on the floor. He knelt in the bed between her splayed thighs.

"I want to do so much to you," he said, voice rough, seeming on the very edge of control.

He touched her again, swirling his fingers in her wet heat, thumbing her clitoris, circling the fat button of her pleasure until she moaned his name.

"Damien!"

Her fingers curled in the sheets as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, two fingers deep inside her. Fucking her, stretching her as he widened his fingers until she ached from the fullness, but distracted from any discomfort by his careful attention to her clit.

"Put your hands on your breasts," he hissed.

At first, she hesitated, unsure of what he meant or how to do what he demanded; but the moment she touched her breasts she knew what he wanted. With his fingers fucking her slowly, deeply, his thumb diving around her clitoris and making her wild with pleasure, she stroked her breasts and squeezed the nipples. Her hips moved against her bed, winding and moving around his fingers as he fed her pleasure. Sasha felt as tight as a spring. A flush of heat rushed through her body. As he fucked her, she squeezed her nipples more frantically, pulled them, the gasps tumbling from her lips like curses.

"You're enjoying that too much," he murmured.

He stopped his caresses, pulling his thumb from her clit.

"No! Don't stop. Please."

She panted as the hot sensation receded. Sasha put her hand on her clitoris, frantic to feel it again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice was arctic.

“Please. I need it….” She hooked her middle finger under the hood of her clitoris, stroking it the way she liked while her breath came quickly.

“If you don’t move that finger, I’ll make you regret it.”

Sasha whimpered, but took her hand away from her own aching flesh. How had she gotten to this point, of begging, of wanting more than anything for him to make her come? It didn't matter. She wanted him. She needed him.

But Damien wasn't easy to be had. With his fingers off her clitoris, his fingers moved leisurely inside her body. The spring inside her loosened until the precipice wasn't quite so close anymore.

"Do you want something from me?" he asked, his fingers still moving inside her.

Sasha looked between her legs. His fingers were wet with her clear, viscous arousal. He shoved his fingers inside her, pulled them back out while she watched, mesmerized. Warmth and desire undulated through her body, her hips moving to the rhythm he set.

"Answer me."

Sasha blinked and looked up into his face. His brutally handsome features were hard with passion, mouth taut, cheekbones jutting under his skin. He looked on the verge of something. Sasha licked her lips.

"I want to come," she said softly, her voice trembling.

"Ah." Satisfaction glinted in his eyes. "Will you let me do anything to get you there?" His thumb flicked her clitoris and Sasha gasped from the sudden delight.

"Yes!” she groaned. “You can do anything!"

"Oh good." Then he pulled his hands completely away from her, abandoning her wanting center.

She throbbed with the emptiness of it. "Please!"

"You haven't even started to beg yet," he murmured.

He moved his hand behind her, yanked open the bedside table drawer, pulled out several pairs of silver handcuffs, quickly latching her wrists, one after the other, to the posts by her head, then imprisoning her feet to the other two. She gasped in alarm.

"Damien?"

Sasha had never been restrained like this before. She panted in rising fear despite the intense wetness flooding her body, contradicting her anxiety. Her body wanted this.

He paused for a moment, blue eyes on her face. Suit unwrinkled and sitting perfectly on his body as if he was on his way to a board meeting. He leaned over, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, a gentle touch that immediately calmed her. She licked her lips, blinking up into his face. He watched her until he was satisfied that she was calm. Then he stood back to admire what he had done.

Sasha felt completely open and vulnerable. Her legs were pulled wide and cuffed apart, her sex dripping and open for him to do whatever he wanted. Damien stared hungrily between her legs as if he longed to eat her. Sasha trembled at the thought. Her hips moved against the bed, shoving back into the mattress as she whimpered in need. She felt the wetness of her desire leak down between the cheeks of her bottom, dripping to the bed under her. She was so wet for him!

"Touch me. Please!" she whimpered. “I’m begging you. Please.”

The corner of his mouth tilted up as he appeared to consider something for a moment; then he began undressing, taking off the suit, one piece at a time then laying each item of clothing across a nearby chair. Soon he was naked too, his cock thick and hard, jutting up from a thatch of blond hair to touch his belly.

Sasha's eyes widened at the size of him. No wonder he had been stretching her with his fingers, preparing her for the size of his massive cock. She trembled again as he knelt once again between her legs. For a moment, he only watched, coolly dissecting her with his eyes as if his cock wasn’t throbbing to be touched against her hip. Then he came to her.

Damien stroked her throat, leaving quivering sensation in his wake. He touched the line between her breasts, down to her belly, his caresses light and teasing. It seemed he was intent on learning every part of her he could reach by touch. Stroking the muscles of her arms, her shoulders, her ribs, but deliberately avoiding her nipples, her fat and glistening clitoris, the slit of her soaked and empty sex.

He touched her until she moaned from arousal then need, then frustration, each stroke of his fingers lifting her desire higher and higher until she was begging him, pleading with him to take her, anywhere he wanted. However he wanted. She was blind and dumb to everything but the feel of him, the press of his cock against her hip, his heavy breathing in her ear.

Her nipples were swollen and aching, hard pebbles of need. His breath hovered over them, misting the hungry flesh but he did not kiss them, did not suck them. When she tried to move up in the bed and thrust her nipples into his mouth, he moved deftly back out of her reach then continued his assault until she was crying with want, the tears dripping down the sides of her face. Sasha squeezed her eyes tightly shut, convinced she was going to die from desire, burn from the inside out from want of him. She pulled at the handcuffs until the scraped her wrists. Begging him to take her. To put her out of this misery of fleshly want.