Damien: Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (7 page)

When Damien returned, he was carrying a length of rope folded over. “This is for you,” Damien said softly. His eyes flashed grey fire and lust as he stepped closer to the bed and took hold of my wrist. As always, I was surprised by the silken soft touch of his skin.

“Sir,” I whimpered softly. “What are you going to do?”

Damien grinned at me. “I’m going to tie you to the bed,” he said. “And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week. What do you think about that?” Before I could respond, he held up a hand. “And do not speak,” he ordered. “Just think about it. Think about me, think about my cock and how much I want you. Think about it until you think you’re going to explode with lust for me and only me. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head, afraid to speak. Damien stepped closer and gently took hold of my wrist. I watched as he expertly tied me to the bedpost, then walked around and did my other wrist. He was a good craftsman—by the time the knots were tied, I could barely move.

“Good,” Damien said softly. He walked to the foot of the bed and picked up one of my bare feet. I could only watch, helpless, as he lifted it to his face and gently blew on the sole. It tickled and I let out a yelp—I couldn’t help it, even though Damien glared at me. “Be quiet,” Damien ordered. “Or next time I won’t be so gentle.” He gently slapped the bottom of my foot, sending a pleasurable sensation up my leg. “And that’s a promise.”

I swallowed hard, watching meekly as he bound one of my ankles to the end of the bed, then the other. When he was finished, I could barely move. My arms were already aching from being stretched apart and I could feel the cold air on my pussy, chilling me in the most delicious way possible.

Damien pulled off his shirt. When I saw what he looked like, I almost wanted to cry. He was so beautiful. He was lightly tanned and his skin was perfectly carved and muscular, as though it was made from marble. As Damien flexed his arm, I saw his effortless muscle bunch and clench. He locked eyes with me as he fumbled with his belt, tossing it to the side and stepping out of his expensive pants. When he was clad only in black silk boxers, he stepped back towards the bed. I blushed hard at the sight of him—his cock was clearly erect and pushing to the front of the silky material. He looked
big
, too, and I felt a tiny flash of panic go through my head. What would happen if he didn’t
fit
?

“Don’t worry, Audrey,” Damien said as he stroked a finger down my side. “I’m going to teach you everything. You’re in very good hands now.”

I let out a soft moan as his fingers made their way to my breasts, massaging and pinching at the delicate skin. My nipples were so stiff that the tender skin was puckering under Damien’s touch.

“Perfect,” Damien whispered. He crawled on the bed and trailed his nails all the way down my bare belly, until his fingers were entangled in my small patch of pubic hair. “This is just perfect.”

Damien

Audrey writhed and moaned as my finger gently stroked her erect clit. I was kneeling on the bed between her legs, stroking her very softly at a rapid rate. I could see the blood rising to the surface of her pale skin, making her look more appetizing and sensual than ever.

“Audrey,” I crooned as I gently flicked her clit with my thumb. “I like this. I like this response.”

Audrey blushed furiously. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly. The way she said ‘sir’ sent a bolt of desire straight to my cock. She was born to be a submissive, and she looked absolutely perfect trussed up on her own bed.

“I’m going to teach you about something important,” I said slowly as I crawled off the bed and stood. Walking over to where Audrey’s head lay on the pillow, I reached out and stroked her face. “Watch me,” I commanded. “I’m going to teach you how to pleasure me.”

“Yes, sir,” Audrey responded. Her blue eyes were wide with lust and I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Without breaking eye contact, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of my silk boxers and tossed them on the floor. My cock bobbed free, ecstatic to be one step closer to Audrey’s magnetic pussy.

I climbed on the bed and straddled Audrey’s chest, shoving my hips forward until my cock was brushing her lips.

“You’re going to open your mouth,” I said slowly. “And I’m going to put my cock inside. Then, I’ll train you how to suck me perfectly. Do you understand?”

Audrey gave a quick nod of her head. She opened her lips and I saw that she was shaking.

“Good girl,” I praised her, steadying myself with a hand on the headboard. As Audrey opened her lips, I put the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth. The touch of Audrey’s hot tongue against my cock was heaven and I groaned as she licked me enthusiastically.

“Not quite so fast,” I said, my voice sounding strained as I rolled my hips back and pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Put your lips over your teeth and suck me
gently
. Then swirl your tongue over the head as you suck.”

Audrey nodded. She did as I said, then craned her neck forward and once again took my cock in her mouth. The sensation of her virgin mouth wrapped around my stiff erection was incredible, and for a moment I had to think of something unpleasant so I wouldn’t blow my load too soon. Audrey closed her eyes and gently swirled her tongue on the underside of the head of my cock. It felt incredible. I could tell she was thinking about every move she made, every gesture, and somehow her attention to detail made me feel like I was about to burst.

“Bob your head up and down on my cock,” I instructed her. “Normally, when you’re giving me a blowjob, you’d use your hand and wrap it around the base of my cock, like this,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around my shaft. “Then, you’d move your hand up and down in the same rhythm while moving your lips and tongue over my head. Understand?”

Audrey nodded. A thin trickle of spit dribbled out of her mouth and I reached down to wipe it away from her chin. She looked so beautiful and innocent with my cock in her mouth. Lust flared in my body at the sight of my perfect secretary giving me a perfect blowjob. As Audrey began to bob her head up and down over my erection, I arched my back and threw my head back, reveling in the ecstatic sensation that was washing over my limbs.

I let her continue until my cock was soaked with her drool. When I pulled away and climbed off the bed, Audrey swallowed hard and watched me, her eyes not leaving my face.

“Now, I’m going to pleasure you,” I said, walking back down to her feet and running my hands up her leg. Audrey squirmed and wriggled as I played with the insides of her thighs, dragging my fingernails along the sensitive skin. I loved seeing the faint lines of red that appeared on her pale skin as I worked my hands on her.

Audrey arched her back, spreading her legs even wider. I grinned as I reached down and thumbed her clit. As Audrey gasped with pleasure, I slowly worked my thumb in a circle around her pussy. She was so wet that she was dripping on the bed and my fingers were coated with her musky juices.

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t wait anymore—now was the moment, the moment that I’d been waiting on for weeks. I crawled on the bed between Audrey’s legs and let my cock brush up against the lips of her pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I told Audrey. “I’m going to fill you up with my cock and claim you.”

She licked her lips, sending a wild thrill of lust through my body. “Yes, sir.”

Grabbing onto Audrey’s fragile-looking hips, I thrust my body forward and my cock slid inside her soaked pussy. The feel of Audrey’s body against my own was incredible. She was so tight, so wet, so hungry for more. As soon as I was buried inside of her, she let out a little gasp and pushed her body against mine. Realizing that I was pleasing her as much as she was pleasing me was a thrilling sensation, and I began to buck my hips and thrust in and out of her pussy.

Audrey closed her eyes and arched her back, throwing her head back into the pillows and moaning. Her bound arms and legs bounced against the duvet as I fucked her with all of my strength, burying my cock inside of her with each thrust. As I plunged deep inside Audrey’s perfect pussy, I felt a thin layer of sweat break out over my body.
Yeah
, I thought as I closed my eyes and fucked her hard.
This is worth it. She’s perfect, she’s everything I knew she would be
.

As it got more serious for me, I groaned and grabbed onto the headboard. My body was perfectly lined up with Audrey’s on the bed, and the way she was thrusting and gasping made me realize how close she was to an orgasm of her own.

Groaning, I thrust into her with everything. I closed my eyes and for a moment, it was just the two of us, alone in the world. Audrey moaned as I stroked my hand down her chest, squeezing one of her tits as I felt my cock gush inside of her pussy.

“Damien,” Audrey moaned loudly. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was tense and bright red. Beneath me, I felt her own muscles clench and release with the frenzy of her orgasm.

When it was over, I was still shaking and panting. Climbing off the bed, I untied Audrey and rubbed at her wrists. She smiled at me and then pulled the duvet over her naked body, snuggling down in the pillows.

“I’m going to leave,” I said, pulling on my boxers. I stopped when I saw Audrey’s look of dismay. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you stay for a little while, please?” Audrey’s voice was soft and shaky.

Ugh. No! I never do this! I don’t snuggle, I don’t cuddle, and I don’t spend the night
.

But something inside me couldn’t leave her side, not just yet. When I pulled back the covers and crawled beside her warm, delicious body, I felt Audrey relax against me. Her whole room smelled like strawberries and talc and the mixture was heady, like being buried inside of her.

“Why do you live here?” I mused, tracing a circle on her shoulder with the tip of my finger. “You could afford to live someplace nicer with the salary I give you.”

Audrey blushed. “Um,” she looked away. “I’m not sure I should tell you.”

I snorted, rolling onto my back. Audrey snuggled up my side and rested her chin on my chest. “What, you have a secret baby or something?”

Audrey shook her head. “No, no,” she said softly. “Nothing like that.” She closed her eyes and let out a little sigh. “It’s my parents,” she explained. “They live in Wisconsin, and I send them money. They’re not working right now…” Her voice trailed off. “I mean, they didn’t work most of the time, actually. We were in and out of shelters growing up.” She swallowed audibly and I saw a little flush wash over her cheeks. “That’s why I volunteer at Helping Hands, because of how frequently I ate at food kitchens when I was growing up.”

I was glad that her eyes were closed so she couldn’t see the look on my face. “And you send this money back to your parents? Why?” If my parents hadn’t done a lot for me when I was growing up, I wasn’t sure I’d want to help them.

Audrey sighed again. “Because I feel guilty,” she said softly. “I mean, they’re my parents, I love them. I really do, even though we don’t have much of a relationship. Wouldn’t you do the same, Damien? Wouldn’t you want to help your family?”

No
, I thought sharply.
Not if they were deadbeats who couldn’t even afford to take care of the kid they had.
But I didn’t say anything. I never discussed my personal life with women, especially not women from work. And Audrey wouldn’t think too kindly of me even if I did tell her the truth.

I’d grown up poor, just like she had. My father was always out of work from drinking too much and my mother hadn’t even finished high school. I hadn’t helped them, even though I’d gotten a full scholarship to college and then I’d gotten a head start founding LennoxCo due to investors I met before I even graduated. It hadn’t even occurred to me to help my parents. Why would I? They certainly hadn’t helped me when I was growing up.

“I’m sure your folks appreciate it,” I said lazily.

Audrey bit her lip. “I’m not sure they do,” she replied in a soft voice. “Our relationship, well, if you could call it that…it’s really strained. They think I’m ashamed of them or something. Even though I’m not. I’d just like to see them doing better and enjoy their lives now.”

“They’re not too old to work,” I countered. “Audrey, you shouldn’t have to take care of them like that. It’s not the child’s job to take care of their parents.”

Audrey didn’t say anything. She snuggled closer, draping an arm over my bare chest. Even though she was clearly content, I couldn’t relax. She was definitely too good for me. Audrey didn’t know anything about my past, but I had a feeling that if she ever found out, she wouldn’t give me the time of day again. After all, I was a downright villain compared to her. I wasn’t the kind of person who volunteered at soup kitchens, or who knitted for the poor. I was an asshole, a jerk, the kind of guy who flipped you off after he was the one who cut you off in traffic. I was lower than low, dirt, the kind of guy that Audrey would run away from as quickly as she could.

“Damien? Are you okay?” Audrey opened her soft blue eyes and looked into my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said with a sigh as I stared at the ceiling. “Nothing at all.”