by Sky Winters
This isn't a half-bad city so far, though Ingrid as she walked through the streets with Adeline at her side. It's big, sure, but not as insane as New York. And it's cool to be surrounded by so much history.
It seemed like everywhere Ingrid looked there was some historic building or monument. And depending on where they stood, the Washington Monument could be spotted in the distance.
I could get used to this, thought Ingrid.
"So, what do you want to do first, kiddo?" asked Ingrid. "Shop or check out some kittens?"
"Cats!" shouted Adeline, showing the first bit of enthusiasm Ingrid had seen from the girl since they stepped out.
"Cats it is," said Ingrid.
The two of them headed to the nearest pet store, where Adeline was beside herself right from the start. She went from kitten to kitten, asking the attendant to take the fluffy little animals out so she could cuddle and nuzzle it before moving on to the next. By the time she had been to each kitten, an hour and a half had passed.
"Have fun?" asked Ingrid as the two left the store.
"Yeah!" said Adeline. "My favorite was the black and white one, then the peach-colored one. But…maybe the white one…"
She went on like this until they reached the nearest department store. The two girls went inside and had fun trying on clothes. They picked out some items, with Ingrid feeling very strange about using Damien's card to simply buy whatever she wanted.
Then again, she thought, if he lives in a house like that, then he's probably not too hard up for cash.
Still, it made her feel strange to hand over the heavy black card to the clerk.
Once they were done, the two of them picked up some ice cream at the store and headed back home, where they ordered pizza and watched a movie. By the time the late evening rolled around, Adeline was wiped. At around nine, Ingrid took the girl to bed and tucked her in.
"Good night, Adeline," said Ingrid. "It was really nice spending the day with you today."
"You too," said Adeline, though Ingrid could tell the girl was still holding back.
Just give it time; just give it time, she kept telling herself. At least you got her home in one piece – that's gotta count for something.
With Damien gone and Adeline in bed, the house seemed empty and lonely. Ingrid decided to have a glass of wine, figuring Damien wouldn't mind. Heading to the kitchen, she popped open a bottle and poured herself a glass. Taking it out onto the back porch, she sat in one of the patio chairs and looked off into the still waters of the pool, trying to unwind from the day she just had.
This is fine so far, she thought. Adeline's a good kid – maybe a little shy, but good. And Damien…well, he seems like a hard-ass, but nothing I can't handle. I'll melt him with kindness; he can't say no to that.
Ingrid finished her glass of wine and headed inside to pour herself one more before heading to bed. But as she poured the glass, a strange crash sounded out from one of the upper floors; it sounded to Ingrid like glass breaking.
What the hell was that? she thought, her heart beating faster. Better check it out.
She took a quick sip of her wine and headed upstairs. Once on the second floor, she looked around for a sign of whatever the noise was, but found nothing.
Just when she was about to chalk the sound up to her hearing things, another sound rang out. This one was more like a thump, and it came from the third floor.
Shit, she thought. That's where Damien told me not to go. But I can't just ignore it.
Taking a deep breath, she ascended the stairs to the third floor. Once there, she saw a crack of light underneath Damien's bedroom door.
What? she thought. Did he come back without me knowing? There's no way; I would've seen him.
She approached the bedroom door and, steeling herself, gave it a quick knock.
"Um, Mr. Kennedy?" she asked. "Is that you?"
On the other side of the door, she heard a strange sound, like an animalistic grunting. Whatever it was, it didn't sound human.
"Mr. Kennedy?"
More grunting, and then something that sounded like a roar.
Placing her fingertips on the door, she pushed it open gently.
What she saw next, she couldn't believe.
It was Damien, all right. But he was wearing nothing other than his dress shirt and shoes. Behind him was a broken window that he apparently came in from. His posture was hunched over, like an animal preparing to pounce, and his chest expanded and fell with deep, ragged breaths. As soon as Ingrid entered the room, his head snapped toward Ingrid.
"Mr. Kennedy?"
His eyes were different – instead of a brilliant blue, they were golden, and almost glowing.
"Are you okay?"
But he said nothing. Instead, he rushed over to Ingrid with inhuman speed and stared her up and down. Ingrid stayed frozen in place; it seemed like he'd been possessed by some kind of demon.
"What's…what's going on?" Ingrid asked, fear creeping into her voice.
But before she could say another word, Damien did pounce. Instead of sinking his teeth into, however, he grabbed her hips, pulled her close, and kissed her hard.
CHAPTER 3
The kiss ran through her body like electricity. The combination of the surprise and the sensation itself froze her in place, and her first instinct was to surrender to it without hesitation. She breathed in as Damien kissed her, noticing that the animal musk, that scent she found so attractive and intriguing, was even more pronounced than usual.
As she stood there with his hands on her hips and his lips on her mouth, she was at a loss with what to do. Her thoughts objected, noting that he was her boss, and her boss of only one day, at that. But her body had a different opinion entirely. She felt herself get wetter with each second that Damien's lips were on hers, and her resistance depleted by the second, his kisses growing more and more intense.
This is such a bad idea, Ingrid thought as his hands ran up and down her body, I need to put a stop to this. But in a second…
She realized soon that telling him to stop wasn't at all what she wanted. His forceful attack stomped over her defenses, and soon all she could think about was how she wanted more, more. Her hands moved from her sides to his, and she took in the lovely feeling of the hard angles of his torso through his soft dress shirt. Something like a growl escaped his lips as she reciprocated his kiss, and it both confused and intrigued her.
What's going on with him? Ingrid thought to herself. It's like he's a fucking animal or something.
Then, right at that moment, he pulled his lips away and looked deep into her eyes. Just as before, on the plane, when it seemed his temper had gotte n the better of him, his eyes were a brilliant gold that seemed to burn[LR1]. Again, it seemed as though he'd been possessed by something…not human.
"Get over here," he said, his usually smooth voice a low growl as he grabbed her by the wrist and led her over to the desk.
"Damien," I said. "Um, Mr. Kennedy – what are you doing?"
But Damien wasn't in the mood to talk. Instead, he lifted her up effortlessly and sat her back on the desk. Grabbing onto her shirt, he pulled it open with a sharp tug, the buttons tearing through the fabric.
Good thing I did some shopping today, she thought, looking down at her now-exposed bra.
Damien set onto her breasts right away, covering them with kisses as he worked her shirt off and started on the straps of her bra. Within seconds, he had undone the clasp of her bra, whipping it across the room when he was done. She looked down at her breasts, now fully exposed. She still couldn't believe this was happening.
Damien took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it eagerly, another growl escaping from his throat as he did. Ingrid’s whole body tingled, and she ran her hands through his thick hair, closing her eyes with pleasure.
After paying each breast sufficient attention, he stood up and looked her dead in the eyes, his gaze still burning a brilliant gold.
"I'm gonna e
at your pussy, then I'm gonna fuck you hard," he said, the words with that same animal growl that was strangely driving Ingrid totally wild.
"O-Okay," she said, her own eyes wide with disbelief.
She still wasn't sure this was a good idea, but she was so turned on by this point that she knew she just might've been ready for whatever the hell Damien had in mind.
Damien squatted down in front of Ingrid, pulling her skirt up and exposing her legs. Just like with the rest of her body, he covered her skin in hungry kisses, his hands moving along her curves and squeezing her breasts as he did. He approached her inner thighs, and as soon as his lips touched the sensitive skin near Ingrid's sex, she let out a moan from the deepest part of her body. Her hips wiggled as he moved closer and closer to her pussy; she could barely take the anticipation.
Then, without warning, he reached up and grabbed onto her panties with both hands, and with a quick jerk, ripped them off. Ingrid gasped at the speed with which he was able to do it; he tore them off her body as though they were made of paper. Now her pussy was nude and only inches from his face. Damien moved his head closer, taking in a long draw of air through his nostrils as he did. Ingrid couldn't believe how much he appeared to want her; it was as though something about her had caused him to lose total control.
Damien closed the distance between Ingrid's sex and began licking it eagerly. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Ingrid leaned back on the desk as he ate her, trying to find something, anything to hold onto as the pleasure running through her body made her limbs weak. She moaned softly, hardly able to tolerate just how good it felt to have Damien lick her. And he was ferocious about it; he ate her pussy like it was the first he'd seen in years, the animal intensity apparent and more intense with each second that passed.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," said Ingrid, feeling an orgasm approach. "Goddammit!"
She'd never had a man eat her like this before, and wasn't prepared for just how good it was going to feel. The orgasm built by the second, and Ingrid closed her eyes hard in anticipation. And strangely, despite the primal nature of Damien's pleasuring, he was still able to employ perfect skill to his oral technique; it was as though he had the urgency of a raging beast desperate to rut and the careful skill of a seasoned lover. Ingrid couldn't get enough.
When the orgasm arrived, it was like a tidal wave crashing over Ingrid's body. She moaned and thrashed, squeezing Damien's head hard with her thighs, doing everything she could to not fall off the desk. And Damien continued to eat her as she came, taking her orgasm to more intense heights than she'd ever known. When the orgasm faded, and Ingrid was able to open her eyes once again, the only thought she was able to hold in her mind was that she'd just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
But Damien wasn't done.
He rose from his squatting position, staring at Ingrid with that same burning intensity. His mouth glistened with Ingrid's arousal, and with a slow wipe of the back of his forearm, he cleaned his mouth. Ingrid couldn't believe how sexy it was.
Ingrid's hands, seemingly out of her own control, shot out and onto the buttons of Damien's shirt. She undid one after the other, exposing more and more of his sculpted, godlike physique. She couldn't help but gasp as she pulled his shirt off over his shoulders; his body was like something from a billboard. One difference, however – small scars crisscrossed his body here and there, reminders of fights he'd lived through during his years as a mercenary, Ingrid realized.
But she didn't have much more time to look.
"Turn around," he commanded. "Now."
"What…what are you going to do?" asked Ingrid.
She knew the answer. But she wanted to hear him say it.
"I'm going to fuck you," he growled. "Hard."
Ingrid nodded and did just that. Her eyes locked on Damien's as she turned around, and the anticipation began to build as soon as she leaned forward on the desk and stuck her ass out for him. He slapped his hands down hard on her ass, the sharp crack of his palms on her sending a thrill through her body. Ingrid loved to be manhandled, just a little, and that seemed to be just what Damien was in the mood for. Looking over her shoulder, Ingrid bit down on her lower lip as she prepared for him to enter her.
When he finally did with a slow, deep thrust, it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. The pleasure was overwhelming and immediate as Damien slid his long, thick cock into her, penetrating her deeply and filling her completely. Ingrid let out a long moan as he drove into her, her legs wobbling beneath her as she held onto the edges of the desk. Damien let out another growl-like sound as he held himself inside of her.
Soon, he was pounding her hard, bucking into her and filling Ingrid over and over again. Every now and then, he would raise his hand and bring it down on the ripe curves of her ass, sending a fresh wave of pleasure and pain through her body.
Ingrid's next orgasm was somehow even more intense than her first. The ecstasy rushed through her body as Damien pounded her, seizing her body up with unbearable delight. Soon after, Damien came, unloading himself deep into her pussy, the explosion of cum inside of her a feeling beyond compare.
As their orgasms faded, Damien's pace slowed. He took one last squeeze of Ingrid's ass before leaning forward, smelling her hair, and kissing her hard on the skin just behind her right ear. Then, he pulled his cock out of her, zipped himself up, and left the room.
Moments later, he was gone. And Ingrid was left by herself, wondering just what the hell had happened.
***
Ingrid awoke the next morning not knowing just what the hell to do with herself. As soon as her eyes opened, the memories of last night came rushing back into her mind.
Did that really happen? she thought. Did my boss really just ravage me late at night without hardly saying a word to me?
It took her a few moments to accept that it wasn't all some kind of strange dream. And as soon as she did, she began to worry about how awkward it was going to be to see her boss downstairs. Part of her wanted to stay in bed and not have to deal with any of the ramifications of what happened the previous night. But she knew this was silly, and after a little more time, got out of bed and into the shower.
As she washed herself, she couldn't help but think back on her little tryst with Damien. Sure, she realized, it was…innapropriate, to say that least, but it was about the most satisfying sex she'd had in a long time.
Well, the only sex I'd had in a long time, she thought, realizing she hadn't had sex since before she moved to New York.
Once she was showered and dressed, her stomach began to quake with anxiety as she thought about how her conversation with Damien was going to go.
No sense putting it off, she thought. And I do have a job to do, after all.
She headed downstairs and entered the kitchen. There, she spotted Damien, dressed to stylish perfection, as usual, leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping a cup of coffee as he read the paper. His eyes flicked up to Ingrid, and she saw they were back to his normal blue.
"Good…good morning," said Ingrid, feeling unsure of herself instantly.
"Morning," said Damien in a crisp, confident voice. "Adeline was up early, so I put her in the bath. She should be down in a few minutes. I'm going to be out for the day, so you two will have the run of the place. She's got plenty of homework to do, so make sure she has it all done before letting her look at any screens."
"Um, okay," said Ingrid, sitting down at the kitchen bar and wondering what the hell was going on.
Damien was speaking to her as though nothing had happened. He was his normal, brusque self.
Is this really how he's going to play it? Ingrid asked herself. Is he really going to just act like nothing happened?
Damien poured her a cup of coffee without saying a word or taking his eyes away from his paper.
Ingrid opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She was totally beside herself.
"Um, okay," she said.
"Adey said she had
a good time last night," said Damien.
"Yeah," said Ingrid. "She's…she's a cool girl."
"She just needs a little time to open up. Like I said, we've had a few nannies come and go."
"I…see."
Looking Damien over as he read the paper, Ingrid couldn't help but notice how different he was. Sure, he was the same gorgeous man, but everything else was just…different than what she saw last night. Now, he was the composed, icy man she'd met yesterday during the day. But when they had their fun last night, he was more...primal. He had a hunger and energy to him that was totally at odds with the in-control man he was right now.
He does have that temper, though, thought Ingrid. Maybe he can only keep it in check for so long?
She shook her head as she sipped her coffee.
Either way, I've got a damn job to do, and if Damien wants to just pretend last night never happened, well, then I guess that might be best for the both of us.
After a little while, Adeline came down the stairs, dressed and ready for the weekend.
"Hey, kiddo!" said Ingrid, getting up from her seat and greeting the girl. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, I guess," said Adeline, clearly still in her shell.
"You hungry?" asked Ingrid. "How about some pancakes?"
"Sure," said Adeline, her tone picking up just a bit.
"Awesome!"
Ingrid, still feeling weird about what was going on with Damien, headed to the kitchen and set to work.
"You want some too, Mr. Kennedy?"
"No," he said, still not looking up from his paper. "I'm more of a meat-eater."
I'll say you're a carnivore, thought Ingrid to herself, a playful little smile forming on her lips as she opened the fridge and searched for the necessary ingredients.
After a time, the food was ready and a plate of pancakes was on the table, with a side of bacon for Damien. Adeline put down her iPad and dug in. Damien strolled over, looked the food over, and gingerly picked up a strip of bacon. Ingrid watched as he bit into it, a bit of satisfaction warming her heart as he did.