“I always wished the castle had a pool. Damian’s house is so nice.” Ginger poured more champagne into her glass. “I’m so happy for you, Hales.”
“You found the perfect guy too.” She held her glass out for Ginger to top it off.
“You think it’s cool if I have Aimee as my maid of honor also?”
“It’d be weird if you didn’t.” Haley waved her hand in the air.
Ginger clinked her glass to hers. “I have two maids of honors… no… is that how you say it? You guys are my maids of… honors.”
“Maids of honor? Is that right?” Haley gave it some deep thought.
“I’m gonna have to figure this out ‘cause I’m gonna be saying it a lot.”
Noah sauntered up to them, gazing over his future bride with a bewitched smile on his face. “I haven’t seen you hardly at all tonight.”
“I’m gonna go find Aimee.” Haley winked at Ginger before heading toward the door.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to break up the party.” Noah gave her a look of apology.
“We were just talking wedding stuff.” Ginger fell into his arms, grinning in Haley’s direction. “I have two maids of honors now. Not that you even knew what one maid of honor was.”
“Damian doesn’t know anything about weddings either.” Haley giggled, sipping from her glass.
“Let’s go inside, they want us to make a speech.” Noah hooked his arm around Ginger’s waist to help her along, following Haley through the back door.
They meandered down a brightly lit hallway when, to Haley’s immense surprise, a drunken blonde girl staggered up to her, slinking her body against her.
“There you are.” The girl slurred her words.
She examined the familiar face, remembering her frosty blue eyes from the night at the compound. “Stormy?”
“Damian asked me to come find you.”
The words sent a shiver of jealousy over Haley’s neck. “Why?”
“Well we were talking about all the positions the three of us could get into.”
“Which three of us?” Haley squinted, sure she wasn’t hearing her correctly, but Stormy’s provocative stance, leaning in close, sent off cautionary signals in her head.
“You and me, silly. And Damian obviously. You’re gonna like it too, honey, I’m real soft.” The girl’s lips connected with hers, and Haley felt the top of her dress being slid down. Ginger’s sharp gasp beside her snapped her out of frozen shock, and she jerked her mouth away from the tender kiss.
“What the fuck, Haley?” She jumped at Damian’s barking voice from the end of the hallway, covering her exposed breasts with lightning speed.
Stormy spun to face him, reaching for his arms to steady herself. “Hey, I think she wants to have some fun with me and you—”
Damian shook her off. “Get the fuck out of my house.” Turning his sharp gaze toward Haley, still adjusting her dress, he spoke directly into her mind. “I’ll deal with you in our bedroom.”
She shuddered with a stab of dread as he took her by the arm with a steel-firm, but somehow gentle, hand. Oh my God, I’m in trouble… Did he just say “our” bedroom?
“I’ll get her a cab.” Ginger grabbed hold of Stormy as she tottered away, and Noah rushed after them, shaking his head in disbelief.
Damian wasn’t gripping her arm overly tight, or dragging her angrily, but she sensed the raw menace in his palm as he guided her through the throngs of partygoers. She set her champagne glass on a table at the bottom of the stairs before he led her up to his bedroom. Nerve-wracking anticipation rivaled her simmering displeasure at the possibility Stormy had been telling the truth. The bedroom door closed with a slam behind her, and the lock engaged as the dim sconces turned on along the walls.
Fuming, Damian sat down at the side of the bed. “I’m not going to share you, Haley. Absolutely nobody is allowed in our bed. I really didn’t think this was something I’d have to explain to you.”
“She said you wanted a threesome.”
“And you actually believed that? And agreed to do it?”
“Of course not!” She drifted over to stand in front of him. “I mean, I didn’t agree to it. I was mad you would even suggest it and then it all happened faster than I could react.”
“You thought I sent a girl to ask you for a threesome.” The fury in his voice had calmed slightly, though he still sounded beyond exasperated.
“I didn’t have a chance to think about it…”
“Fucking Noah saw your tits.” He shook his head, his voice boiling with wrath all over again.
“He’s with Ginger.” She waved her hand dismissively. “He wasn’t looking.”
“Your tits are fucking perfect, Haley. He was looking.” He glared at her in a way he never had before.
Uncomfortable under his heated stare, her irritation crumbled into guilty remorse. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have been so passive.” She gave him a downhearted look. “I really was caught off guard.”
He looked away from her, hunching his tensed shoulders forward, glowering instead at his folded hands between his knees.
The champagne had muddled her reaction time, Haley knew that much, but the moment Stormy had connected her body with hers, their breasts touching suggestively, she should have foreseen what would come next. If her brain hadn’t been floating on airy, champagne-infused clouds, she’d have recoiled immediately.
“I’m sorry.” She watched him struggle inwardly with his anger, and took a few steps closer. “How can I make it right?”
He didn’t relax when she set her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know. I just need to be pissed off for a minute, I guess.”
Haley nodded mournfully, guilt eating away at her. She’d never done anything to upset him like this before. “Maybe you could punish me.” It was a long shot, but she hadn’t stopped thinking about that kinky drawer all week.
He shook his head, appalled. “You want me to be genuinely angry with you the first time we try rough bondage.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of makeup sex?”
“I’m nowhere near making up with you yet, angel.”
Her heart stopped when he said his pet name for her. “Why are you so sexy when you’re mad?” His brows were furrowed in a brooding way, making her want to kiss the little line between them.
“I don’t like to share you, Haley.”
Sliding her hands across his rock-hard shoulders, she tried to calm his nerves, lowering to sit on her heels in front of him, gazing up at his grim features. “I don’t want to share you either.”
He softened slightly at her reassurance.
“Take off your dress.”
Her eyes sparked at the darkly spoken command. Oh my God, it’s happening. Standing up, her pulse quickened as she reached for the zipper at her back, slipping it down until the platinum silk cascaded to the floor, leaving her only covered by a tiny piece of black lace in the shape of a butterfly at the apex of her thighs, though he was still fully clothed in jeans and a crisp white collared shirt. Ultra-thin strings stretched around her hips, and Damian grasped hold of the dainty lace at her sex, pulling her toward him by her thong.
“What do you want me to use on you?”
Practically shaking with nervous energy, Haley ran wet between her legs. “Whatever you like.”
“I’m going to give you a safe word.” Damian still held her tiny thong in his fist so it rode up her parting, straining against her clit. “It’s help, understand?”
“Yes.”
“All you have to do is say help, telepathically or vocally, and we’ll stop.”
She nodded, her breath a little shaky, and Damian strengthened his grip on the pretty lace, drawing her closer to him. Her nerves melted into a needy arousal, stimulated by the taut string of her own panties, and she quivered underneath his fingers as he possessively ran his hand up her side, lustfully palming her breast.
“These are only for me.” Tightening his grasp on the thin strings unti
l they were close to snapping, he pulled her close, growling in a low voice. “Mine.”
With hooded eyes, she gave him a little nod, and Damian wrenched her panties away from her, making her gasp sharply as the lace tore. He stood up, towering over her, and she took a step backward. The fiery glare in his striking green eyes sent a shiver down her naked back, and she almost stumbled in her gray high heels. Taking hold of her arms, he moved them behind her back, folding them so she grasped her elbows, her breasts jutting forward.
“I want your legs wide open, Haley, so I can see your pretty pussy.”
She widened her stance as far apart as she could.
“Show it to me.”
At his demanding whisper, she tilted her hips toward him, revealing the pink flesh for him.
Damian moved his hand between her legs with savage lust, harshly touching her. Dazed, she pressed her sex against his fingers, holding tightly to her elbows at her back.
He moved his other hand to her slack mouth, dragging his thumb along her lower lip, sliding over her tongue, and she softly sucked at it. “Your lips belong to me.” In a sudden movement, his hand landed in a hard slap at her sex, and Haley cried out in surprise around his thumb, accidentally biting it. “So does your pussy.” Damian rubbed the tender spot deeply. “This is mine, Haley.”
He slapped her sex again, and she struggled to keep still in her awkward stance as his fingers landed sharply on the sensitive nerve endings, soothing the stinging pain each time with a deep, sensual touch, filling her with a dark, raging desire for more of the shocking sensation. She began unabashedly writhing on his hand, erotically sliding her tongue over the pad of his thumb in her mouth.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, angel.” He stepped back from her, turning to the nightstand, and Haley moaned in sexual frustration.
Her body screamed for his attention as she stood obediently still with her legs annoyingly wide apart, intently watching to see what he would take out of the drawer.
Pushing the drawer shut, Damian held the handle of a black leather riding crop and gave her a dark look as she breathed heavily, still standing in the vulnerable position he’d put her in.
Damian traced the square leather strap at the end of the crop over her lifted breasts, dragging the edge along her nipples. He grabbed her full breast, gathering the flesh so her nipple pouted for him, and swung the leather crop at it.
The small bite of the lash was not as startling as the harsh sound it made when it hit her tender skin, and she jumped at the contact, working to keep her arms secure. He fondled her reddened nipple before flicking the leather tip again, this time a little harder, and the sharp crack sent a stab of fear rushing through her.
“You don’t like the crop, angel?” In a languid motion, he let the cool tip trail down her stomach.
She caught his thoughtful gaze. “I like it…” Her voice sounded foreign to her, drugged somehow, and she could only focus on the heavenly sensation of soft leather caressing the wet flesh between her legs where she was still sore from Damian’s rough hand.
“You were a bad girl, Haley.” He gave her clit a few light strokes of the leather crop, connecting just enough to leave her aching for more. “I’m gonna spank your pretty pussy again.” He moved to her side, sliding the length of the sturdy leather along her clit. With his other hand, he swept her long hair over her bare shoulder, away from her neck, and his lips grazed just below her ear. “Touch yourself for me.”
Hardly able to breathe, Haley let her hands fall away from her back and down to her clit. The hard stick of the crop brushed her fingers as she spread herself open to massage the desperate urge centered there.
Damian guided the tip slowly upward, swinging it to strike just above her fingers, at the smooth, freshly shaved skin, and the sting brought on a wave of pleasure she wasn’t expecting. Her fingers moved more rapidly on her swelling clit as he hit the spot again, sending a hot flare over her skin that burst out through her sex.
“Push your tits together.” He commanded in a low voice, his jealousy sparking all over again, and she did so immediately with her upper arms, stroking herself with both hands while he battered her perfectly exhibited nipples with the leather strap. Her milky skin easily turned a dark crimson, and he found his restraint, lowering the crop before tossing it onto the bed.
Though his cock was pumping with approval at what she was letting him do to her, he knew he needed to exercise caution. He would be racked with guilt if she had to say her safe word with him.
He closed his mouth over her rosy breast, groaning with pleasure at the heated flesh between his teeth. Such a delicious girl… Brushing her feverish fingers away from her sex, a yearning moan burst from her lips, and he took hold of her fidgeting hands, bringing them together above her head, stretching the powers of his mind to hold them in place with an invisible restraint.
Haley stared up at her wrists in the air with incredulous, blinking eyes, pulling against the restraint of his mind. Damian sharpened his control to keep them from budging, letting his hand drift down to the center of her ache to soothe it for her. He caught her breast in his other hand, lewdly groping it, and slapped the fleshy part just underneath her nipple.
Haley whimpered in distress, her poor, assaulted breasts were glowing with pink warmth, and he seized one in a fierce hold, still rubbing her clit with steady pressure.
“Ahhh…” She relied on the invisible bond around her wrists to hold her up, and he strengthened his hold.
Damian moved his mouth close to hers. “Kiss me.” He slid his tongue out toward her open mouth, and she tilted her chin up in obedience, her tongue slipping forward to stroke his, leaning forward to take it into her mouth. A low, animal-like sound rumbled in his throat, and he latched onto her sensitive clit with his fingertips, harshly tugging at it until she feebly moaned her agony around his tongue. He could taste her erotic suffering as she tried to suck on his tongue and ended up chaotically biting it instead. Letting go of the swollen little mound, he smacked her pussy once with his hand, bringing a sharp cry.
“Shhh.” Damian brought his arms around her slender waist, grabbing her plump little backside in a rudely severe grasp, pulling her closer to grind her raw sex against the coarse material at the front of his jeans. The look in her half-closed midnight blue eyes was purely carnal, and he tapped his fingers at the side of his throat. “Kiss me.”
Haley twisted her head toward the crook of his neck, her wrists still held firmly in place above her.
“Tender…”
At his soft command, she gently brushed her lips against his skin, sweetly touching her delicate tongue to his throat.
He groaned with satisfaction, holding her ass in a wringing grip, giving it a heavy-handed spank.
Haley gave a deep, guttural moan at his skin, and Damian slid his stinging palm to the back of her neck, moving her head to look at him. “You like when I spank you, dirty girl?”
She nodded weakly, appearing hypnotized.
“Say yes, Master.” He skillfully massaged her neck with his clamping grip and her eyes darkened into submissive glittering depths.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” Damian rewarded her with a firm slap against her pink backside and let out a sensual growl at the way she desperately tried to rub her sex at his jeans in her restrained position. He palmed her ass in a licentious hold. “Do you want me to let you come?”
Her voice caught in her throat. “Yes, Master.”
“Naughty girls don’t get to come, Haley.” He connected with her flesh in a firm spank, and she struggled against the impossible bond above her head. “Are you gonna be a good girlfriend?” He pinched her sore breast, kneading it with a groping hand.
“Yes.”
Damian swatted the underside of her heavy breast.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…” Haley gasped for air, tangled in his hedonistic web. “Master.”
The word had his ears ringing with resonant
gratification, and he roughly pressed his clothed body against her bound and needy form, possessively mauling her open mouth. “Close your eyes, beautiful…” Damian dragged his tongue over her pretty closed eyelid, moaning at the intoxicating sense of owning her completely. Say, I love you, Master… Before he spoke the words, he told himself to rein it in. He didn’t want the first time she said those words to be forced. Instead, he let his mind wander to the possibilities of what he could do with her next. “I’m going to suspend you upside down.”
Her thoughts raced with the image of it, and Damian scooped her up into his arms. He released her wrists from their place above her, but kept them bound tightly together, lifting her shapely legs upward, grasping her ankles with the invisible power, and spread them widely apart in the air, slowly lowering her top half down until she hung freely.
Damian crouched down in front of her as she succumbed to gravity and let her restrained hands fall below her. Her long red curls barely grazed the floor beneath her, and her heavy, swollen breasts hung close to her chin, their blushing nipples begging to be toyed with.
“You are so fucking attractive, Haley.” He kissed her, shoving his tongue between her lips to run along hers in a new erotic way, and she moaned into his mouth. “You’re going to finish hard for me.” Stroking his hands over her breasts, he glided along her bare torso. “I want to make you desperate to come.”
He felt her odd sense of dread, stemming from her lower belly, flooding her body at his skimming touch, steadily approaching her scar.
“No!” No, no, no… I need to finish hard, remember? Don’t use the safe word. Don’t use the safe word…
He interrupted her frantic thoughts with his tongue, sliding along her clit, licking her, and she sighed deeply.
Her darkly red pussy was hot and wet, and Damian lapped at it, reveling in the obscene way her body was exhibited for him. He raked over her inner thigh with sucking, biting kisses that would leave marks the next day, and burrowed his nose into her sensitive sex.
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