“I’m gonna whip your pussy with the leather crop.” He growled the words against her swollen flesh and felt it pulse at his lips as Haley took rapid, unsteady breaths below him.
“No…” she protested in a way that sounded like a yes, and Damian gave a half-smile, retrieving the crop from where he’d left it.
Sweeping the edge of the leather strap along the trembling skin of her inner thighs, he let it fall with a crack against her wet clit, snapping it again with softer strokes. “Are you gonna be my good, innocent girlfriend from now on, Haley?”
“Yes.” She shivered. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Pleased at the sound of her obedience, he plucked the soft mound of flesh between his fingers, bringing her to yelp. He’d become acquainted enough with her pussy to know exactly where its particular pleasure spot was, the invisible point at one side of her clitoris that had her squirming whenever he touched it, and he gripped her slippery clit, swinging the crop to land directly on that spot. Every muscle in her body tensed at once, and it filled him with vulgar satisfaction. She squealed when he struck the spot again, firmly pinching her fleshy clit between his calloused fingers, and Haley struggled with the hidden bonds tied around her ankles, wriggling her hips away from him.
She jolted at his teeth, grazing her sex, and made a low, pleasured sound, gasping with erratic breath. “Please.” She sighed with a moan. “Master…”
Damian groaned throatily. “You’ll come when I decide to let you, angel.” He pushed the thick leather handle inside of her, tilting the hard stick toward him, and slowly fucked her with it, pressing his palm against her lower belly to make better contact with the object. Haley panted as he stroked it up and down inside her, reaching her bound hands forward to his jeans, and ran her hands up his legs to find the bulging denim, lustfully rubbing at it.
“Please, Master. Please use your cock. Fill me up with your cock…”
Damian slid the black riding crop out of her, squeezing the warm, slippery handle in his palm as he lowered himself to kneel. “You want my cock, filthy girl?”
Haley harshly bit her bottom lip, emotion laid bare on her features as he unbuckled his belt.
Damian freed his poor, unused cock, red with torment from straining futilely against his zipper for so long.
He gathered her hanging tresses into his fist. “I want you to suck on it.”
She nodded, opening her lips, and Damian groaned as she managed to make him fall apart with one sucking motion on his dripping tip. He pulled it out with an erotic growl, his hand already clenching her hair too tightly.
Haley groped for his genitals with tethered hands and clasped her palms around the tender sac below his straining cock. “Let me suck you, Master.” She teased his testicles with her delicate touch.
He hissed in frustration and ran the leather tip along the underside of her fallen breasts, trailing up toward her sex. Abandoning caution, Damian pushed himself into her mouth again, desiring to feel her reaction in his own cock as he jerked the leather to snap right on her exposed clit. Haley moaned in her attempt not to bite down on his thick organ when a visible shudder ran through her, and he did it again, this time holding the back of her head as he cracked the leather onto her sex, turned on by the jarring grate of her teeth on him.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, angel?” He pulled his cock out of her mouth so she could answer.
“Yes, Master.”
Tears streamed from her eyes as he lifted her into his arms, letting her legs fall gently from their telepathic restraints, and set her down on the bed.
She eyed her bound wrists, sitting up with her knees bent in front of her. “I want to use my hands.” Her voice quavered with heavy, panting breaths.
Damian shook his head at her with a salacious smirk as he bent, taking off his shoes. “You’re not the one in charge, Haley.”
“But… but…”
“If you’re not quiet, I’m going to put something in your mouth.”
“Wh-what is it?”
Trying not to laugh at her utter lack of submission, Damian briskly crawled on top of her, imposing four of his fingers between her lips. His vision went black at the feel of her soft, wet tongue under them. Oh, fuck, I’m losing control. Pulling his hand away, he sat back and brought it down to slide his slick fingers along the length of his miserable cock at his open zipper.
When the veiled force around her wrists disappeared, she took an exhilarated breath, and got to her knees, clawing at the buttons on his white shirt. Deciding not to bother with them, she tore it open, bringing her mouth to his ab muscles, licking up his happy trail with a purring moan.
Stretching his arms to remove the shirt, Damian stared down at her gliding mouth along his fresh scars. “Goddamn vixen.” He began to lose his grip again, bellowing at her with authority. “I’m in fucking control, Haley. Turn around.”
Startled, she followed the command, getting on all fours in front of him with her battered sex exposed once more. “That’s right. Spread your thighs wide apart for me.”
The leather crop snapped at her bursting clitoris, and Haley lowered to her elbows, thrusting it high in the air for him, widening her legs as he harshly belted her pussy, licking at it with the biting strap. Clenching her teeth around the fluffy white cotton beneath her, she growled into the comforter, tilting her sex toward the steady impact of the sharp leather, and moaned thickly when he shoved the leather tip into her pussy, feverishly working it inside of her.
Dropping the riding crop to his side, Damian slid himself home, grunting through gritted teeth as her hot, silky flesh clamped tightly around his dick, her face buried in the bed. With his chest and abdomen coated in sweat, he growled lowly under harsh breath. Ughhh, I love you, I fucking love you more than anything… He kept the words to himself, he wasn’t telling her that for the first time to the back of her head, and jerked his cock forward to pound her deeply.
“Are you gonna be a good girl, Haley?” He rammed it in harder than he ever had before, and she gave a pleasured shriek of agony, biting down on the bedding. “Are you gonna be a good girl?” He viciously snatched hold of her hanging breast, pouring all his jealous and possessive emotions into his brutish thrusts.
Haley shouted her extreme climax into the muffling comforter, and moaned deeply when his hot fluid pumped inside her.
She fell to the bed, collapsing in exhaustion, and Damian finished taking off his jeans, pushing them to the floor along with the black riding crop, vaguely aware a rowdy party raged just outside his bedroom door. Nuzzling his naked body against her back, he helped her kick her shoes off the bed, and nestled her little form into his arms as they relaxed together in silence for a few moments, listening to the sounds of the festivities blaring through his house.
Her fingers twined with his, and he studied his large hand in relation to her dainty pale one. “Did you—” She began hoarsely, dropping her voice to a whisper instead. “What were you holding me with?”
“Mind control.” He lazily brought his face to rest in her thick hair, drained from their intoxicating session. “You would have fallen if you had used your powers on me, I probably should have thought about that.”
A slow, satiated smile spread on her lips. “It wasn’t exactly a planned activity.” She ran her tickling touch absently over the scars on his knuckles he’d gotten from countless fights.
“I’ll admit I might have overreacted.” He recalled the ruthless way he’d taken her toward the very end.
“I understand.” Haley closed her eyes, brushing her face along the back of his hand.
The simple gesture stirred an emotion in his heart, and Damian realized the warmth she gave him he’d grown so attached to, was actually love. He’d been ready to confess it to her, buried inside her narcotic pussy, but telling her now felt similar to jumping off a cliff. It would be fucking painful if she didn’t reciprocate his powerful feelings.
“I’m sorry.” She caught him pensively thinking, an
d turned around to face him, biting her lip in dismay. “Please don’t go broody on me again.”
“I’m not angry with you, baby.” Damian smiled. “I think you’ve cured my jealousy for now.” Truthfully, he’d never had such incredible sex in his life.
Haley relaxed in weary relief, and she hid her lips at his muscular bicep, looking at him with animated eyes. “You’re a tiny bit possessive.”
“Is that a problem for you?” He stared back at her, nervous to hear her answer.
Pressing her lips together against his skin, she thought for a second before shaking her head. “No, I like being yours.” She had a sultry undertone in her voice, and rolled onto her back on the soft bed. “It’s all for you, Damian…” She gave him a smile with her vacant declaration.
He looked at her strangely, unsure what she’d meant by that, and Haley sat up a little.
“Oh, it’s the movie you’re named after.” She gave her head a shake. “Or… I mean, probably not. Obviously.”
“What movie?”
“The Omen. From the 70s. It’s about this little boy named Damien, the spawn of Satan. His nanny says that right before she hangs herself at his birthday party.”
Damian raised his eyebrows. “Is that how you feel about my jealousy?”
She cracked a smile. “No, I was just quoting mindlessly.” With a contented expression, she rested her head on his arm, closing her eyes. “I like calling you Master.”
Her words somehow left him desiring more. “Master” felt hollow for him when they weren’t in the throes of passion and just talking intimately in bed together. He wanted her to call him something more meaningful. Insecurity had never been a part of his personality until he’d met this girl. Clearing his throat, he pushed aside the self-doubt he was growing more prone to, and changed the subject.
“Did you really think my father named me after a movie?”
“Well it’s a pretty big coincidence, I think.” Haley giggled at herself. “You might have fucked me out of any coherent thoughts tonight.”
She brought a smile to his face, and Damian shifted to lay his head on her ample breasts. “I guess it’s not that far-fetched if you don’t already know the origins.”
“Origins?” Haley caressed him with her fingers.
“My name was written in the scrolls of Hell, so were all my brothers’, it’s why our father created us. The scrolls are a prophecy of what’s to come for his reign.”
“Have you read them?”
Damian hesitated before deciding to continue. “Some of the writings suggest I’ll take over the throne at some point.” He paused, trying not to dwell on what Baelom had said about her leading him there. “I don’t actually believe that.”
“I don’t either.” She sighed softly.
He trailed his tongue all over her heated breasts, licking his way up to her lips. “Kiss me.”
Haley slid her clinging arms to encircle him, brushing his mouth with her sweet kiss.
* * *
A dull, distant pounding on the bedroom door lulled him out of his heavy sleep, and he cracked an eyelid to find the room flooded with gray light from the cloudy sky outside.
“Baby…” Haley’s voice vibrated at his bare chest, and he stirred a bit. “Damian…”
He tightened his embrace around her in a sleepy motion. The knocking resonated through the room again, and he didn’t move from his comfortable position, hoping whoever it was would give up and go away.
“Pierce!” Noah knocked again. “We got a new mission. Let’s hit the fuckin’ road.”
Haley burrowed deeper into his warm clutch.
“Fuck. I have to go, angel.”
“I know.”
He caught the trace of disappointment in her voice and groaned, gently kissing her neck before moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “I gotta take a shower.”
“I’ll go make you some coffee.” Haley smoothed her wildly tangled curls as she rose.
“Noah’s running around here somewhere, you better put on some goddamn clothes.” He smirked, tossing her platinum dress at her as he walked to the bathroom.
She fingered the silky fabric, blushing with a little smile. “Or else you’re gonna spank me?”
He handed her a tall glass of cold water, watching her drink from it. “From what I could tell, you’re a fan of being spanked.”
Haley bit her bottom lip, looking up at him with a heavy-lidded gaze as she passed the near empty glass back to him. He finished it for her, bringing it back to the sink. “Come take a shower with me, naughty girl.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Hey, babe.” Noah picked up Ginger’s call in the driver’s seat of his classic Camaro, circling the small town their new target had been terrorizing. “What’s going on? Hang on. Ginge, I can’t understand you, I’m gonna pull over.”
At the alarm in his friend’s tone, Damian’s heart seized with panic, fearing Haley could be hurt. Staring ahead at the suburban Nebraska neighborhood, he dialed in to Noah’s head. “It’s my dad, baby.” Ginger sobbed uncontrollably, babbling the words into the phone. “He committed suicide. My daddy’s gone, Noah. He’s fucking dead.”
“Are you sure?”
“What the fuck kind of a response is that, baby?” Ginger’s screaming cries turned into blubbering sobs. “I’m fucking hurting right now, this hurts so bad. I can’t handle this, I need you.”
“I’m on my way, OK?” He threw the car into drive, pulling back onto the street toward the highway. “It’s gonna be all right, baby. Your man is coming to take care of you.”
Hanging up the phone, Noah shook his head. “In case you didn’t hear the call, Ginger thinks Eli fucking killed himself. Can immortals even commit suicide?”
Damian set his mouth in a grim line, automatically taking his phone from his pocket, finding no missed calls or texts from Haley. He hadn’t spoken to her since they’d left the day before. He’d called when they got into town that morning, but didn’t hear anything back.
“You think he’s really dead?” Noah sounded a little shaken.
Damian shrugged, a nauseating dread sat in his stomach as he stared out the window.
“I’ve never heard Ginge so torn up before, broke my fuckin’ heart to hear her like that.”
“Yeah.” The agony in her voice had affected him too. “Hopefully she’s better off without a monster like that in her life.”
“Jesus, I’m glad I’m not the one who finished him off, I mean, if he’s even really gone. You were right, man, that guilt would have ripped my fucking heart out.” Quietly reflective for a second, Noah glanced at him. “Haley’s probably got a lot on her mind right now.”
“Mmhm.” Damian already had his phone out again, and he called her cell phone. The call went to voicemail after several rings, and he hung up.
“We’ll be there by tomorrow night.”
Damian nodded, finding no comfort in that fact. If she wasn’t answering his calls or making any attempt to contact him at a time like this, there was no guarantee she would even want to see him when he arrived. Maybe she was freaked out by the kinky sex they’d had the night before he left, or his insanely possessive nature toward her. But she hadn’t given him any indication there were any problems. The unanswered questions gnawed at him, setting him on edge, and he needed a chance to focus his thoughts elsewhere.
“I’ll drive.”
* * *
Damian walked into his dark house the following evening, tossing his keys on the entry table with a sharp misery in his chest. Noah had gotten an update from Ginger every few hours since her first call the day before. Eli’s older sister, Collette, had flown in from Florida that morning with her two twenty-something daughters, Emily and Cassie, Haley’s cousins. The funeral had taken place that afternoon, and they were all at the castle for the night. Some of Ginger’s calls had barely been audible, she’d been crying so heavily, but in all her updates, she hadn’t mentioned Haley once, and Damian was losing his m
ind with his own suffering.
Noah had just dropped him off on his way to the castle. Damian didn’t plan to make things awkward for Haley in front of her family by just showing up there uninvited. Clearly she needed some space, but with all their social connections, she’d eventually have to see him for one reason or another.
Slowly moving up the stairs, he shoved away the unwelcome memories of fucking her on them. She’s ruined my staircase for me. As he reached his bedroom door, he swallowed roughly at the painful void she’d left in him. The countless moments he’d had with her in his bedroom far exceeded any other room in his house, except maybe their naked training sessions in his gym when they’d spent days strengthening her powers. I’m gonna have to burn my whole fucking house down.
Opening the door with a crushing heartache, he pushed through his affliction and went into the pitch-dark bedroom. Her sugary scent still lingered in the stale air, flooding through his senses, and he went toward the bed, intending to bury his torment by falling asleep on her pillow.
Stripping out of his wrinkled clothes, he climbed under the mound of covers, startled when he discovered Haley sleeping in a little ball underneath the heavy comforter, wearing his white collared shirt that she’d ripped the buttons off of, clutching it around her as she slept in a fetal position at the middle of the bed.
She woke to find him staring down at her in shock. “Damian?” Her voice sounded lost and frail. Sitting up with a mechanical movement, she used her palm to wipe away the streaks of dark mascara below her eyes, and wrapped his shirt closed around her, sliding her knees to her chest, grasping her arms around them.
Damian felt like his heart was beating for the first time since he’d left her. “I’ve been calling you.”
“I’m sorry.” Haley turned away as the brimming tears fell down her cheeks. “I haven’t checked my phone.”
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