by Dani Wyatt
The scream catches in my throat and I tear at the dark shadow that is smothering me with something invisible.
Terror clutches around me. I’m going to die here.
Here, in this black hole. The walls crushing me as I fall down, farther and farther into the darkness, my hands flying outward, clutching... Gripping... Trying to find anything to hold onto, but finding nothing.
I kick at the ropes around my ankles, trying to set myself free to halt my treacherous descent.
A scream tears from my throat as I flail with the last of my life, trying to find something, anything, to grab onto...
“Baby.”
A deep voice echoes from far away as I batter against the demon pressing what feels like a black pillow over my face. I’m burning up, my fight is fading.
“Baby, you’re okay.”
I hear it closer this time. The voice is not the demon.
No. I recognize it.
I scream again, pounding on whatever is close, trying to break out of this desperate fear.
“I’m right here, baby. Nothing can hurt you. Wake up. Look at me.”
Arms close around me and I’m weightless, rising out of the darkness. There’s cold. It’s on my face and then a voice in my ear.
“Wake up. It’s just a dream, I’m right here.”
My eyes snap open. I’m panting, wildly looking around the dimly lit room, then I see his face.
“Damon...”
“Yes. I’m here. You’re having a nightmare.”
“Are we in Paris?”
He shakes his head. “No. Not Paris. On the plane...you took too much of the medication. I had the flight diverted. You’ve been asleep for almost fifteen hours. My doctor has been monitoring you. You’ll be okay, but you’ve been having nightmares.”
I try to take it all in. It’s warm and I swear in the dark night outside the open window I hear waves. The air is salty, sweet, and there’s a comfort here even as the haze that is around everything starts to lift.
“Sorry.... I have a lot of nightmares. It’s a side effect of one of my medications. But, this was worse, way worse. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” There’s an edge to his voice, but when I look into his eyes, they are soft and he squeezes me against him.
“The last thing I remember is you laying with me on the plane...oh, God.” Fear gathers down low. “Paris, though. I need to be in Paris...”
“No.” Damon shakes his head and eases us back onto the bed, still holding me tight against him. “I’ve taken care of everything. I told the agency you had a reaction to your medication on the flight. You’d be a few weeks...everyone is aware and everything is fine. The agency even contacted your father per my instructions. He was hard to reach, but we tracked him and his girlfriend to Tibet. I’ve taken care of it all. Your job now is to rest and recuperate, then we will see about getting you to Paris.”
Guilt and relief wash over me when he tells me they’ve already contacted Melany and my father, and everything is okay. I’m sure if I had called and told them I was sick, Melany would have told me to pull myself up by my bootstraps and get myself to Paris, or my dogs would be forfeit.
The last of the terror from my dream evaporates as Damon’s lips touch mine. His hand cups the side of my neck and I realize I’m naked, covered only by the white sheet. Damon is shirtless but wearing a pair of jeans, and his new casualness is surprisingly even sexier than his usual impeccable suits.
His kiss is soft as his tongue swipes the seam of my lips, and I open to wind my tongue with his, feeling warm and safe.
“Where are we?” I ask when he pulls his lips from mine.
“A little island in the Caymans called Dove’s Point. It’s private. Just us and my staff. I flew my private physician in. He’s staying in one of the villas down the road.” There’s a knock at the door and Damon glances over at the nightstand where a clock shows nine PM. “That will be him now, here for your evening checkup.”
“Checkup?” I’m immediately sitting up in the bed, trying to hold the sheet around me.
He nods and calls out: “One second.” He eases out from behind me, grabs a fluffy white robe from a chair and wraps it around me, then walks over to open the door.
“Hello.” A roundish gentleman with salt and pepper hair and Harry Potter style glasses smiles as he approaches the edge of the bed. “So happy to see you awake. You’re looking much better.”
Damon shakes his hand then turns to me. “Baby, I’m sorry, but when you passed out like you did I had no choice but to go through your things. I found all the pill bottles. Doctor Phillips says a lot of those meds should not be taken together. A lot of them are for pain, anxiety, ADHD...”
“I know. Melany’s been treating me for years, ever since she finished treating my father. She keeps prescribing more and more medicine trying to make me better.” I meet the doctor’s eyes, feeling embarrassed. “I know I should but I don’t take them most of the time, I hate how they make me feel. Mostly I pretend.”
“Are you in pain?” The doctor asks and I shake my head.
“No.”
“No past injuries, chronic conditions, trouble concentrating, panic attacks...?”
“I get nervous flying.” I see Damon raise his eyebrows. “Well, I usually do. I wasn’t yesterday with Damon. But, Melany was afraid I would have a panic attack and get sick, so she made sure I had something that would help me sleep and stay calm.”
“Well, sleep you did.” He and Damon exchange a knowing look, then he sits down on the edge of the bed. “Let’s just check your vital signs and get you on the mend.”
A HALF AN HOUR LATER, Damon has fed me, made sure I’ve drunk a quart of water, and is brushing my hair as we sit on the terrace outside the bedroom. He’s already given me a complete tour of the house and I think I want to live here. It’s enormous, but inviting. Open to the outside where there’s a courtyard with fruit trees and birds and monkeys.
Damon owns the entire island and there are eight other villas for guests down a dirt road, each one with its own private beach. The only access to the island is by boat or helicopter. His private plane is at a small airport on the closest larger island, which you can barely see across the expanse of blue ocean.
“This place is amazing.”
The sound of the ocean is soothing and peaceful. I stare out over the ocean, and a phone starts ringing from inside the house.
“Just a second, baby. I’ll get rid of whoever it is, just want to be sure it’s not the doctor with something he forgot.”
Damon stands and makes his way to the phone, and I hear a low murmuring conversation, then he is back next to me holding out the handset.
“Who is it?”
“It’s a woman from the agency. Felicia, she’s Andre’s Executive Assistant. She wants to talk to you.”
My stomach sinks as I take the phone, sure I’m going to be summoned at once to Paris, or told the deal is off. “Hello?”
“Hi, Doralee. I just wanted you to know we are all so sorry for your illness. Andre and Michael tell you to take whatever time you need to get well. They are in no rush for you to come to Paris, not until you are feeling one hundred percent.”
“Wow.” Relief floods through me. “Okay, thank you.”
The woman prattles on a bit more, then tells me to get well and we sign off.
“You good?” Damon shoves the phone into his back pocket and comes to sit back next to me on the cushioned bench overlooking the dark ocean.
“Yeah. I feel good. Still a little sleepy though.”
“To be expected, baby.”
“Hey.” I turn, looking into the bedroom, my thoughts going to Blubs and Glubs. “Where’s my phone?”
“It’s in your purse but there’s very limited service here. This one is a satellite phone, you’re welcome to use it if you need to make a call...”
“No, it’s okay. As long as you’re sure my father and Melany know what’s going on?”
/> “They do. They are fine. Like I said, the agency is taking care of that.”
“Will you lay down with me? I hate my nightmares, I don’t want to wake up in a strange place alone...”
“You’re never waking up alone again, Songbird. Not as long as I’m breathing.”
Excitement tingles through me as his hands come to mine, and he leads us inside to the bed.
He pulls back the covers and sits me down, his eyes flickering with lust as desire swirls through me. My pussy is wet already, because I know that look. It’s the same look he had before he dove between my legs and gave me five orgasms in about ten minutes on the plane.
I want him. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want him right now. And with my head clear for what feels like the first time in my life, I’m truly able to enjoy the moment.
“I can’t sleep in this bulky robe...” I bite my bottom lip, reaching down to untie the belt, letting the soft white fabric fall open.
“Doralee.” He grits out. “Are you sure? Because, I don’t know...if I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. My cock wants inside that cherry of yours so bad, it’s nearly driving me to the brink of insanity.”
I swallow, looking down and seeing the thick length of his hard-on pressing on the fabric of his jeans.
“I’m sure.” I let the robe fall from my shoulders, standing in front of him naked, watching as green fire ignites in his eyes.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are trying to tempt me...”
“Then, I guess you know better. And, what’s the saying? When you know better, you do better. So, what is it you are going to do?” Heat covers my cheeks as Damon’s hands come to my shoulders, then drift down to cup my tits, hands so enormous they cover nearly my entire chest area and I’m sure my heart is about to beat through his palm.
“You are a sassy, tempting little thing, Doralee Hinson.” His eyes narrow and he gives me a half smile before tugging me against him and grinding his hardness into my hip. “I do know better. And you’re about to find out what it means for me to do better.”
Chapter Nine
Damon
ALL THE DAYS OF PENT up need pulse inside me like a living being as the object of my obsession stands naked, offering all of herself to me, and the beast inside me readies himself to pounce, to lay claim to what is mine.
Need aches inside me, my cock hardening down my leg, my balls heavy with what I’ve saved for her.
I reach down and slide my fingers between her legs as she lets out a little moan and I stare down at the face of an angel. I feel the sticky wetness on my fingers as they glide through her folds.
My dick drips cum, wet and hot against the inside of my jeans.
I look down at her slight body; her nipples hard, her lips parted, her sleek hair hanging in two wide, dark rivers that run down her shoulders. The dim light of the room dances and shines in those black waves as she rocks her head back and forth in time with the motion of my hand.
Her tits aren’t big, but as she eats and adds a few pounds they may get bigger. Her body is so slight, who knows how long her food intake has been limited? Malnutrition could have impeded her natural womanly curves, but in time her body will find its balance, and whatever that is I will only love her more, knowing she’s healthy and happy, no matter what that means.
“You want to know a secret?” She starts, her cheeks blushed as I rub my cock against her body.
“I want to know all your secrets. All of them.”
“That night after the party? I touched myself, thinking of you. Of us.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, Songbird. So did I.”
I run my hands down her back and grab her bare ass. Even with her slight body, her cheeks are round and full and perfect in my hands. She moans as I tighten my grip, pulling her up and laying her down on the bed so she is bared before me.
I step back, stripping myself, tossing my clothes in a messy pile, unable to think of anything but getting inside her. Taking her, making her mine forever.
I work myself over her, covering her with my body and taking her lips first, then deciding I need to taste every inch of her.
Kissing and licking down her neck, I move over her collarbones, her skin soft and sweet everywhere I touch.
I nip at her nipples, the hard little peaks tensing between my teeth as her legs rub against my sides, my cock brushing the bedding under us, wetting it with the cum that seeps from the tip.
Her body arches into my mouth and I run my hands between her back and the bedding, pushing her chest into my mouth, licking and sucking one nipple then the other, her moans music in my ears.
As her scent drifts upward, I decide I can’t wait to taste her again. I kiss my way down, opening my mouth and taking her between my lips. She’s soaked already but I want her soft and ready for me. Her tiny body needs to be prepared for me in every way possible.
I drink in her flavor, drawing in her rich scent as I lick and eat her to a rocking orgasm, her dew soaking my beard as I swallow down everything her body offers.
The moan rips through me, the pleasure of her flavor better than anything I’ve tasted before. I slow my pace, giving her long slow licks as I push two fingers inside her tight opening, trying to prep her for what’s to come.
As I torment her clit, my fingers find that special spot inside her and her voice calls out for more.
“You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you? My dirty girl. No one else will ever touch you, ever have you...you understand that, don’t you? You belong to me.” I catch her eyes and see the slight nod, her lips parting as she raises her hips, begging for more. “You want to cum? You want to come in my mouth again?”
“Yes...” The word is a plea as my fingers move inside her and she spreads her legs wider.
I smile into her open sex as my tongue finds her clit and shows no mercy. A moment later she’s screaming my name, starting to come down as I crawl over her, knowing it’s time.
“I need you, baby. I hope you’re ready.”
“I am.” She flushes, her hands on my cheeks as I feel the brush of wet heat on the tip of my cock, my balls aching already, desperate to give her what I’ve been saving.
“Hold on, it’s going to hurt. It can’t be helped.”
“I don’t care.” Her voice shakes. “I think I’m dying, please...”
“Me too.”
I reach between us, lining up with her soft opening and catching her eyes as her lips open and I drive forward, taking her scream in a kiss.
The bite of pain can’t be helped and I thrust forward again, giving her the rest of me as her body tenses and her pussy clamps down around me, so tight it’s impossible to move.
I pull back from our kiss, whispering soft, loving words into her ear until she relaxes as I move gently in and out, her yelps and winces turning to moans as her eyes drift closed and her hips begin to rock with me.
There’s no way I’m pulling out. We didn’t talk about it but somewhere deep down I feel she understands, and maybe I’m delusional but I think she wants the same.
I reach between us, my thumb finding her hard button and I start to rub in slow circles as I fuck her, in and out, her opening clasping and releasing around my dick.
“You’re going to cum on my cock, aren’t you? Your pussy is going to milk all that cum in my balls, drawing it deep inside you.”
“God.” She presses her head back into the pillow. “I don’t know, it hurts but I want...yes I want it all. Inside me. Please...”
I rub her clit faster and fuck her harder. Her opening barely letting me move in and out, and with each thrust my balls ache and tighten, ready to drench her insides with my seed.
“Yes.” She looks at me. “God, Damon, yes...”
“You’re going to cum for me, baby. I’m going to cum with you...”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her feet clasping behind my ass as I drive every inch of me to the hilt inside her pulsing pussy.
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sp; I fill her with warm cum as she finds her peak, spreading my seed inside her and all over my dick. Our release mixes together, dripping from her opening down my balls as our hearts beat in time and I rub her clit to another jerking orgasm before bringing my hand up to cradle the back of her head, holding her until her eyes focus again.
“Wow.” She whispers as her fingers finally loosen their death grip on my shoulders.
“I agree.”
My still-hard cock wants more, but I wait until her breathing is steady before I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and flip us over, mounting her on top of me with a gasp.
“I want to watch you fuck me now.” I bite into my bottom lip, looking up at the sex mess angel that’s got my heart on lock down. “I want to watch you take what you want, baby. I’m yours as much as you are mine. Never forget that.”
A soft smile curves her lips as her tiny hands come to rest on my chest and she winces as she adjusts herself on my dick.
“I don’t know how, but I feel safe with you. Protected, and like I can just be me.”
“You can. You should never hide yourself from me. I want it all.”
She begins to move slowly and I watch in awe as she turns from the innocent girl I met only days ago, to an uninhibited needy girl, taking what she wants, cumming on my cock until she collapses on my chest and I fill her again, thinking of my seed finding its home.
As she falls asleep in my arms, I pet her hair, listening to her breathing as it grows steady and I know she’s slipping into unconsciousness, and it’s in that moment my thoughts turn to how I’ve brought her here. How, in my obsession, I rationalized doing the things I did to be sure she was next to me.
But the piper will come calling. My private investigators are already building the case against her father and the person I really believe to be behind all this: that bitch Melany. Soon their nefarious actions will be in the blazing light of day.
Still, that will not assuage the guilt I carry for manipulating the situation in the way I did. Somehow, after she understands fully what we are to each other, I will come clean and explain why I did things in the manner I did.