Swept Away: The First Bloodline (33 page)

     His cock continued to kiss the inside of her vagina.  Sweat beaded on her skin as she moaned and cried out.  Her muscles tightened and she gripped him harder.  Her orgasm exploded from with the force of a rocket taking off, her body shook. 

     Damien however kept his thrust moving in and out.  When he felt the last of her vibrations leave he pulled out from her.

     “Time for some more teaching of how I like things.  One, you will ask me before you come.  Two, you won’t look up at me unless you are asked a question, and three, don’t make a sound unless you are asking me if you can come.  Understand?”

     “Yes, Sir.”  She didn’t hesitate when she answered but now she didn’t know what to expect.  She knew without a doubt she would fuck up at one point or another.  It was only a matter of time.

     His hands, still gripped tight, quickly flipped her over.  She closed her eyes.  She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to control herself and take a look at him. 

      Before she could register what was happening, her legs were up over his shoulders and once again he was pounding in to her.  His thumb flicked over her clit, moving in circles as he increased the pressure. 

    
I want to see you.  I want to look in to your eyes.  I want to see how red they are.  Please.

     “No.” 
His hand moved up to grip her hard nipple.  Tugging it between his fingers until she was moaning from the intense arousal she was in. 

     She couldn’t take it, her eyes opened looking at his chest.  She raised up on her elbows looking down to wear his body met with hers.  She watched as he thrust in and out of her.  His long, hard, cock pulling out and then disappearing as he rammed in to her repeatedly.

    
God, you’re fucking hot! 

     His thumb returned to her clit and within seconds she felt herself getting close.  Almost there.

     “Can I come?”  She was now breathy and ready to beg for release.

     “No.”

     And with one word she realized how hard this was going to be.  She couldn’t stop herself.  She tried to fight it off.  But it was too late, it was there and breaking through. 

     “Damien, I can’t wait.  Please!”

     “No.”

    
Oh my God!  I can’t.  I can’t. 
“PLEASE!  Sir, may I come?”

     He chucked before he gave her what she was waiting for.  “Yes.”

     Her body fell apart.  She screamed, thrashed, cried out his name.  Over and over words came out of her mouth that she could hear.  For a minute she couldn’t believe it was her.  Then in the next she didn’t care.

     He followed right behind her.  With a final, fast, even impossibly deeper thrust, she felt the power of his seed filling her.  Then her body became limp, her eyes grew heavy.

Chapter Nineteen

“
Hello, Sweet.”  He whispered against her ear.  “I was beginning to wonder if you were gonna wake up at all.

“Mmm.  I don’t even remember going to sleep.

“I know.  It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t it?”

“Yes.
  What happened?”

“
Subspace.”

“Sub what?”

“As you just scene it a very special place that you go to when your body is in sensory overload.”

“Oh!”

“This is the life I want to Sweet.  Come on lets shower then I’ll let you sleep.”  Taylor felt the water rushing over her body.  Hot, steamy, forceful water and it feels wonderful as it massages over her sore, over stimulated muscles.

The feeling of fingertips massaging her hair.  Thumbs rubbing deep
into the muscles in her shoulders and back.

Her eyes close taking in the exhilarating touch.  Lighthearted, tranquil, content, worry free, in love, and satisfyingly complete in every way.

She yawned unexpectedly.  His response was a chuckle against her ear.

“I wore you out didn’t I.  I’ll keep that in mind when I wake you up in the morning.”  More of a matter of fact,
‘I know I did’ statement than a question.

“Yes My Sex
God, yes you did.”  She giggled back at him.

After thoroughly washing every last inch of
her more than once and massaging her from her neck to her toes while washing her, the shower ended.  As much as she would have loved for it to continue, she was exhausted.  Not from playing Dom versus Sub, but from the events leading to this very moment over the last few days.

She curled
into the pillow while he tucked her in.  “Aren’t you going to lay down with me?”

“No, I don’t sleep.”  A sly smile appear
ed across his lips.

“Oh, I never asked, I just assumed.  Will you sit with me for a while?  Maybe answer some questions for me?”

“Of course.  I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world.  Well maybe one place.”

She shoved at him playfully. 
“Where else would you rather be?  You know if you have something else you would rather be doing….”  His mouth crushed against hers as she drank him in again.

“Don’t ever question I wouldn’t want to be with you.  You come be
fore anything else in my life.”  His eyes appeared as if he was scolding her so she didn’t forget this lesson.

“Then what do you mean?”
Taylor had to know.  Understand his statement.  She had only been teasing before but now his stern voice peaked her curiosity and scared the shit out of her as well.

“Promise not to freak out?”  He look
ed a little worried.

“Yes.” 
She whispered trying not to freak out.  After the past few days, she certainly had enough reason to freak out.

“The day you and the twins were at my house. That was the best day of my life.  I have
loved you before you were born, loved incredibly more since I have met you, loved your kids through you and I have grown to love them as well from knowing them.  I sorta think of them as my own.  I know it’s not possible, but they are the closest to mine I will ever get.” 

She put a finger over his mouth to stop his rambling.  Her heart hitched.  He loved hers kids. 
Thank You Jesus, he loves my kids.

“I would never freak out over you loving my children.  Think of them as your own.  That makes me very happy.  And besides, I can’t imagine my world without you in it and they are a permanent part in mine.” 

“Good.  What’s your first question?”

“Well you said something about evoking the spirits when we were in Seattle.  What does that mean?”

“Well that means that instead of having a preacher marry us, our ancestors would marry us.  Your parents, my parents.”

“Your parents are dead?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“When Jarrod and I were just little ones, someone got wind that we were chosen to marry the prophecy.  You and Liz.  Some came after us.  They protected us with their lives.”

“I’m so sorry Damien.”

“Don’t be.  I’m not.  I still talk to them.  Sometimes not as often as I would like, I can still hear their voices answering my questions when I am most troubled.  Next.”

“So you mean ghosts would marry us?” 
Taylor became frightened just by the thought of it.

“Yes.  But not like you think.  They aren’t going to float around or sneak up on you and scream boo!”  He
yelled at her.  She jumped and they both break out into a fit of laughter.

“They would look just like you and I.  So much so, that if you wanted to invite your friends they would never know.  Just like you seen Chase.”

“Ok.  That’s better.  Eases my mind.  If I choose to remain human, would you stay with me or leave me?  How do you know I seen Chase?  I thought you broke the connection between us?”  She looked down closing her eyes fearful of the answer.

“Easy.  I couldn’t break it.  I didn’t answer you because I thought you needed some space.  I’m never leaving you again.  Ever.  So let’s just make a promise to each other right now.” 
She nodded agreeing with him.  “If you choose to embrace your destiny, when you can control me and I have no choice but to obey you’re every order.  There are two things I want.  You can never order me away and I maintain complete control in the bedroom whether you change or not.”

“Ok.”

“Well that was easy.”  He smiled.

“My Sex
God.  I would never order you away and if you weren’t in control I would be your Sex Goddess instead.  Besides, I make so many decisions all the time, it’s nice not to have to make one with you.  And I have learned I like the thrill of not knowing what you have up your sleeve next.”

“Oh Sweet, you are My Sex
Goddess.  I just control you.”

“I can live with that.”

“Good.  What else you got for me?”

“There’s so much I want to know.  Is there any way I can change without affecting my children’s lives?”

His eyes softened.  “No.”  His voice was soft, full of sadness.

Her heart ached
.  She wanted this life with him, but she wouldn’t take it because her children were first and foremost in her life.  She wouldn’t make a choice that could affect their adult lives.

“Don’t think about that right now.  It’s not a decision that is going to affect whether we marry.  I still want to marry you no matter what path in life you take.  I am forever yours and you are forever mine.” 
He stood repositioning himself at the foot of the bed, pulling the comforter up over her feet he began to massage.

“Ok are you ready for my next one?”

“Yes.  Blue, country, nike, trucks, horses, colgate.  I could go on like this forever.”  He laughed answering every question that came to her mind quickly.

“You shouldn’t laugh at me.  Favorite movie?”

“North and South.” 

Mines
Dracula, Surprised?
  He shakes his head no at her. She laughed before going on to the next one.  “Favorite song?”

“Well, it recently changed.  Used to be Red Solo Cup and Hillbilly Bone but I keep hearing this song, Over You.  I hear it so often that it has just kinda stuck with me.”

“I know that song.  Beautiful.  I have played it over and over again.”

“That’s
how I know it.  Sending a message by singing it to Chase.  It was your way of freeing some of that anger you have with him.”  His tone was understanding.

“What about Jarrod and my sister?  What’s going on with them?  I mean she has it bad for him.  She says she’s in love with him.  I know you said he feels for her like you do for me, but I need to know that he will make her happy.”

“Do you really want to know?”  His mouth curved and his eyebrow arched almost daring her.

“Yes.”

“Let’s just say your sister is quite the M and S part of BDSM.”

“Oh.” 
Taylor is stunned. 
Wait a minute.
  “I didn’t mean it like that.  I want to know if they will be happy.”

“I know.  But it is true.  They will marry just like us.  Your sister is hoping that we can have a double ceremony.  And I can’t put a finger on it.  Her mind isn’t clear.  Her thoughts are scrambled.  For whatever reason it means a lot to her.  He loves her Taylor.  I don’t know how to make you understand the connectio
n that we have to you and her.”

“I wonder why?  Will they live happily ever after?  He will treat her
as good as you will be to me?”  Taylor needed to know that Liz would be ok.  After all they were going through, that was one more thing she needed to know.  That she would be safe, protected, loved and cared for no matter what. 

“Identical to the way I treat you and want to for the rest of our time.  He would take his own life before he would hurt her purposely.  I have no doubts.  You shouldn’t worry about them.”

“Good.  That’s really important to me.  Now, about the ring.  There will be a ring correct?”

“Absolutely Sweet.  One that your heart desires.”

“White gold.  Everything else doesn’t matter to me.  I just love white gold.”

“Done.”  He smile
d widely as if he knew of the perfect one or if he had it already.

“Do you have any other siblings?”

“Not technically.  Vivian.  We call her Viv.  She is like our little sister and have for many years called her that.   We have the same feelings for her that you have for Liz.  Our bond with her is close.”

“How did you meet her?”

“Her parents and our parents were of best friends.  They all died together.  Her parents were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  We helped each other through it.  Eventually, there was a bond there and we just began calling her our little sis.”

“That’s Sweet.  So does she live close to you guys?”

“No.  She lives in Sydney, Australia now.  Technically, I don’t live in Missouri either.  I only purchased that home to be closer to you.  Don’t get me wrong Missouri is beautiful but it’s not home.”