by Nikki Wild
“You really have missed me,” he observed, a hint of smugness on the tip of his tone.
I swallowed down half his spear.
“Mhmm…”
Damian groaned, his head tilting back. His hand in my hair paralleled my movements as I bobbed on his cock, keeping my hand on it and stroking it alongside my lips.
As I pleased him, it was hard to not let my mind explore this new dynamic between us. I’d never made the first move – Damian had always been in control, always taking the first step and giving out the rules.
I had liked that.
But I was intoxicated with power now; I had taken the reins, and he had allowed me to. Every motion so far, every slight movement had been mine to choose… mine to dictate.
Whatever we were now, it wasn’t what we were before.
It terrified and delighted me.
We exchanged this small power – Damian began to control my head around his cock, and I steadied myself against the bed with my palms. He was careful to not hurt me, but began pushing my limits.
If only Dad knew I was blowing his business rival, in his own bed…
Damian was bucking harder against my face now, losing himself for a moment in the bliss. I loved that I could bring him this satisfaction, that he had picked me to be the catalyst for all this…
Before he finished, he pulled himself free. With a thumb, he wiped my saliva from my lips, then pulled me into a deep, satisfying kiss that caught me by complete surprise.
When he pulled back, my eyes were still wide. A hint of a chuckle escaped his lips, and he motioned for me to rise.
Carefully and deliberately, I began popping the clasps of his button-up shirt. Shadows danced on his washboard abs as I exposed it, pulling his shirt off and casting it aside.
He sat down on the bed, and I took off his slacks, then his socks. His strong hands were already peeling my clothes off my skin, like wrapping paper on Christmas Day.
He froze in an instant, taking in my features as I laid myself down in the center of my father’s bed, sprawled and ready for him.
He wasted no time.
Damian descended upon me. The pressure of his hard, sculpted body enveloped my curvy figure, and I could feel his hard erection pressed between our stomachs.
Taking the initiative from him, I held his face into my hands as I kissed his lips.
“I want this, Daddy.”
Warmth flooded his expression.
It was different to see this side of him. He had been so cool and calculated before, so dominant and fierce. All the pieces were still there, but it was like he was holding them back – letting me see something else, something new.
I’d been so afraid that confessing my feelings to him would have ended it all, even before I had spoken a single syllable.
And when he’d disappeared…
But now, here he was, his pockets empty of answers but full of reward.
With my fingers reaching down to trace his huge, iron-hard cock, I thought to myself: and what a reward it is…
His aching groan betrayed how much he craved me; ready and willing, I surrendered myself to him in a glance.
Damian’s face buried itself into my throat, his hand eclipsing my breast. As his fingers brushed over my hard nipple, I gasped, turning to give him deeper access to the flesh of my neck.
His hot breath wafted over my ear, his teeth tugging at my lobe. All the while, I felt the hard slickness between us, demanding to be buried deep inside me…
I felt him pull me by the hair into a deep and penetrating kiss, his tongue dancing along mine, and then I was shoved back into the bedding.
Damian lined up the head of his cock…
And there it was.
I was so fucking wet that I could take even him halfway to the hilt on the first pass. That’s exactly what happened, causing both of us to gasp in unified surprise.
Damian drew closer, pulling his hips back tantalizingly before pushing deeper inside. Each time, at least a sliver of a moan left my lips as I kept my eyes on his.
As I felt him hilt his cock against my hips, he lowered himself down to me. My arms wrapped around his strong, muscular shoulders; my ankles crossing over the small of his hardened back. Trapping him into place inside me, I didn’t want him going anywhere.
Damian’s lips met my forehead, my cheek, my lips, even my shoulder as he thrust deep inside me, over and over. I could hear the subtle ways that his breath caught in his throat. I could taste the first beads of sweat on his skin as he brushed against my face.
There was no stopping him once he’d started. Pulling back and prying my legs apart, his palms went down onto the bed while his forearms hooked into the crooks of my legs. Once I’d realized how he’d locked me spread into position, his eyes met mine and he penetrated me again, jackhammering me into complete submission.
“Daddy… oh fuck, Daddy…”
It wasn’t even for him. I loved calling him that, and I was blown away with how his control over me brought me such sweet release.
Speaking of release…
Damian shifted his back slightly as he fucked me, and he was suddenly hitting me exactly where I needed him.
“Right there, oh god Daddy, right there…”
A small grunt of smug amusement left his smile as he followed my plea, holding himself exactly right as he thrust harder and harder…
My hands clasped hard onto his shoulders, moans erupting from deep within my chest.
It was so close…
So very, achingly close…
My back arched as the hardest, strongest climax yet ruptured across me. I felt my core burst with pleasure; my muscles seized with release, and my entire body trembled.
I just had my best fucking orgasm ever, right in my father’s goddamn bed.
I realized that I was panting, and I gazed up at him in wonder. But I shouldn’t have been that surprised – this had always been a talent of his.
Damian slowed down his thrusts. He coerced me over to the side of the bed, and motioned for me to get on my hands and knees.
He wasted no time in forcing himself into me again. It was when his firm grip in my hair pulled my head back that I realized what he wanted me to see:
Us.
My father kept a tall mirror across the room. Thanks to Damian’s bright idea, we were now lined up just perfectly, even with the dim flickering of the candles, to watch ourselves fuck in his bed.
This was all crazy, it was strange… and yet, it was all so goddamn sexy that I almost came just from that alone.
But I could barely focus with Damian’s hard, indomitable cock penetrating my wet chasm. As I felt it from behind, I couldn’t help but watch him thunderously buck his strong hips against mine. The intensity of his rhythm made me question if he had the sheer lung power of the gods… but fuck, I was not knocking it at all.
His fist turned slightly, tightening his grip on my hair. I felt my scalp pull back just slightly, mixing in a little more pain with the pleasure.
“God, you look so fucking hot against me, Princess,” I heard him growl into my ear.
In the mirror, he was bent over my back, his face near my lobe. Damian’s eyes caught mine through our reflection, and I felt my entire body shudder in response.
After all the sex we’d had…
All the ways he’d dominated me…
This was the hottest thing we had done yet. I hoped he felt the same way, but I felt that answer was in his primal gaze in the mirror, while he fucked me like the world depended on it.
I let loose a small, trembling cry as another peak of pleasure built up deep within me, readying itself to crush me all over again…
Within moments, I felt my core burst with another delicious shot of carnal bliss. My arms and legs were shaking as the comedown took its time, letting a few extra little waves of climax filled my brain with tantalizing endorphins.
Damian pulled free and threw me back down to his favorite position. My head woozy wit
h release, I felt him climb on top of my back, pinning my ankles and hands down with his own. The pressure of his rugged body pushed my stomach down into the bedding as his lips found my hairline, then my throat.
“My turn,” he growled into my ear.
I nodded. It was all I had left to give him.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. While he began slamming his hips down into mine again, I lifted mine to meet him – letting him thrust deeper and deeper into my weary, sex-soaked body.
This level of dominance always did it for me. I physically felt his control across my entire body, as if his very muscles were a restraint system that forced me down where he wanted me.
I felt small under him.
And I loved every second of it.
My lungs swelled with another deep, loving moan. I tried my hardest to meet every hard clash of his hips with my own, willing his cock to take every inch inside me it could reach.
“Fuck, Princess…” he groaned huskily into my ear. Mounting need trailing his aching voice. “I won’t last much longer like this…”
I smiled into a content sigh.
“Do it, Daddy,” I moaned as his cock struck the sweet spot again. “Come inside my young, wet, tight little pussy…”
I knew in a second that that did the trick.
His movements ramped up, and I felt his cock hitting that one favorite spot of mine again, rubbing me just the right way from the inside…
“Fuck… don’t stop, Daddy,” I pleaded, begging him desperately. “Hold on a little longer, you’re gonna make me come too…”
He grunted a quick response.
I hoped it meant he could last…
Damian’s hips slammed again and again and I could feel his grip pinching into my forearms. He was tensing up differently that usual, trying his best to hold back the orgasm…
“Oh God, Daddy, I’m gonna come!” I blurted.
It was true enough. Those extra few seconds had been enough for my body, pushing me right to the very edge. I knew by his breathing and deep, stifled groaning that he was holding it back as hard as he could… he’d already given me a few strong orgasms. There wasn’t any reason to–
Wait–
With one final thrust, he let loose a low roar. That push shoved me into a final wave of multiple climaxes, and I trembled beneath his power as I utterly lost myself to the sensations.
Damian’s body locked up against mine, his rippling muscles rigid with release. I felt his cock shove just a tiny bit further as he let loose his hot, searing seed, and my quivering body shook with the mind-numbing intensity of orgasm after orgasm.
“Did we just…” I could barely speak.
Damian could only groan, his face dropping into my shoulder. Another few twitches of that hard cock, and he was spent inside me.
“That’s right, Princess,” he murmured into the soft flesh, his satisfied voice leaking out from his weary, sweaty body. “We came together.”
I let that piece of information slowly filter down into the folds of my brain.
Sure, I’d heard of the concept, but it seemed so very unlikely. Considering how complex, how hard orgasms could be for our anatomy – and how easily guys could get off, no matter how hot or talented they appeared – it had always sounded like a pipe dream.
But Damian and I, little old me, had just shared in this moment together. It was as intensely beautiful as it was beautifully intense.
He took a deep breath, his chest barreling against my back. Damian lifted his face from my shoulder, letting his hot exhalation waft over my ear as he extracted himself from me.
“That was…” I started to say.
“Incredible,” he completed.
He rose up from me, and I stayed put exactly where I was. I reveled in the intensity of what we had just done. The thought of it all drew the biggest smile I’d ever had across my face.
When he returned, he motioned for me to join him at the other side. I nodded, lazily following him across the bed. We settled into place in the center, the pillows supporting his head as I placed my cheek to his chest.
“I have always crushed on you,” I whispered to him, feeling closer now. It was the sex talking, but I didn’t care. “Ever since I was a kid. You were the first orgasm I ever had.”
Damian chuckled. I felt it reverberate in his chest, and I shifted to feel his heartbeat better.
“Is that so.”
“Mhmm,” I nodded thoughtfully.
He shifted. I moved my head, and his arm wrapped around me, comforting me in the crook. “You were a cute kid, I’ll admit it. But you’ve made for a wonderful woman.”
I gazed up at him. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he responded.
We lay in silence like that for a few moments. Despite the ambiguity before, and whatever was happening between us now… I felt calm.
I was where I wanted to be.
That’s when Damian spoke: “I love you.”
Without hesitation, I said: “I love you too.”
My lungs didn’t pause. I didn’t flinch, and my heart didn’t skip a beat. Hell, I didn’t even look up to study his face after he said that, although I could feel his eyes on me.
Because I knew it was true.
But what I did do was pull myself up closer to his face, drawing him into a deep, tender kiss as the night began to drift away from us…
Chloe
When I was younger, one of my favorite little daydreams was to wake up one day in Damian’s strong, capable arms. I had played it through my head again and again, picking apart and thinking of every possibility. Even after he left our lives, it was a guilty pleasure of mine to fantasize.
The reality was better than I dared dream.
On the third day that Damian was there, I woke first, quietly groaning at the sunlight that had pierced the room. Turning away from the light, I tried to nuzzle closer against his warm, sleeping body.
The day had been much a repeat of the previous. Damian had needed to work, but this time he hunkered down in the guest bedroom on his laptop and cell phone. Every once in a while, I’d catch the tail end of some loud conversation, listening in on how dominant and commanding he was in his business persona.
I’d cooked dinner again, this time a large heaping of chicken alfredo penne. Afterwards, we retired to the living room to put on the Netflix. I’d curled up against him, and we spent the night talking over the programs until we were inevitably back in this bedroom, fucking each other hard into the night.
It was a routine that I could get used to.
My father had told me he’d reach out on his way back home from whatever he was doing. I hadn’t heard from him just yet, which meant that the dream could keep alive a little longer.
I thought on these things, lying against my lover’s chest for a few minutes until Damian finally shifted. He began to sleepily arch his back, his arms flexing with a small stretch.
“Good morning, Princess...”
“Morning, Daddy,” I smiled warmly.
He yawned deeply, stretching harder now. When he spoke, his voice came out in a tired groan. “What time is it?”
Lifting my head, I gazed over at the clock on the wall. It took a moment to clear the blurriness in my vision. “Looks like it’s about half past ten.”
Damian sighed, and I looked at him softly.
“What’s the matter?”
His regretful gaze slid over to me. “We overslept… I wanted to spend more time with you before I left this morning, but my driver’s going to be outside in half an hour. I have to head back to Philadelphia for work.”
“Already?” I tried to not whine. “But I haven’t heard from my dad yet… we might have another night before he comes back.”
It was damned risky, and I knew it.
Damian shook his head, his dark eyes trained onto mine. “I’m the CEO of a powerful Philadelphia accounting firm,” he reminded me. “And it’s the middle of the work week. Even I don’t get to ta
ke many days working remotely.”
I nodded sadly.
Today, I had hoped to ask him for answers. Everything had still been going so well the day before that I hadn’t wanted to shatter the spell prematurely, but now it looked like I’d waited just a little too long.
My heart sank in my chest.
There was still so much that I needed to know about this man, about what had happened over the last few weeks. I tried to hold it back, I desperately didn’t want to ruin the moment and this beautiful dream come true, but–
“You left me,” I blurted out before I realized what I was saying. “The last few nights have been completely amazing, but I poured out my heart to you and you left me.”
His eyes grew cool for a moment.
And that was it.
Damian was about to pull the plug on everything that we’d somehow scraped together in the last few days, all because I couldn’t hold my feelings back any longer.
“You want answers,” he noted calmly. “I can’t give them to you just yet. However, I promise,” he paused, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, “that you will have them soon.”
Searchingly, I gazed into his eyes.
He had told me that he loved me. I had believed that – and I still did – although I was wary that his particular brand of love could still break me down and completely tear me asunder.
The same conviction was here now.
“It won’t be long before everything makes sense,” he reaffirmed to me. “And I will give you every answer you want.”
“Okay,” I sighed in conflicted resignation. “I don’t understand… but I trust you, Damian.”
“Do you?” He asked softly.
His light grasp was still on my chin. I brushed my face into his hand, taking it in mine again. “Yeah,” I confessed to him. “This could all be some twisted, sick game to you. You could destroy me, you know. But I trust you…”
I looked into his piercing eyes.
He was carefully watching me.
“…I choose to trust you, although I think my heart already has most of the say.”
Damian took one of my hands from his and pressed his lips to the knuckles for a brief kiss. His other one threaded the fingers between mine.