When Sasha stepped into the dining room, Mina closed the door behind her with a sharp “click.”
Like the rest of the mansion, the dining room was a study in opulence. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling over the large dining table with seating for twelve. Candles in crystal holders sat at each empty place at the dinner table, their lights flickering and soft. Shards of light from the chandelier settled around on the room, on the oak paneling, the fireplace, the heavy curtains pulled shut over the windows, on Damien himself who was resplendent in a tuxedo that perfectly accentuated his masculine silhouette. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Long legs. His eyes burned into her from across the room.
Damien stood up as she walked in. “You’re right on time,” he said.
“I try to be.” She walked toward him, aware of his eyes following her every step of the way.
His eyes missed nothing. Not her upswept hair, not the press of her nipples against the green silk, and certainly not the way her hips rocked from side to side in those high heeled shoes. His gaze devoured. Complimented.
“You take my breath away,” he said. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
The effect of his words rushed through her, made her heart beat fast, made her feel full enough to burst. When she reached him, he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed her knuckles. She trembled at the touch of his lips, the warm look in his eyes.
“Yes, you are lucky,” she murmured with a teasing smile. “Who else would put up with all those bad qualities of yours?”
“Ah.” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Indeed. You must be rewarded for your perseverance and sacrifice.” He slowly released her hand then pulled her close.
“If you insist.”
He drew her even closer as the smile fell away from his face. “Thank you for this.” He whispered the words into her temple, kissed her quickly on the lips then drew away. “Sit, please.”
At the massive table, he’d had places set for just the two of them, directly across from each other. On a wheeled kitchen cart nearby, four covered plates waited.
“I had the chef make up some of your favorites. And mine too, of course.” He gave her a wicked grin. “So I hope you enjoy the meal.”
“I think I will,” she said as she draped the white napkin across her lap.
Damien went to the cart and began attending to their meal. He revealed a platter of golden seared scallops that he served on a bed of butter-drizzled grits with a side concoction of wilted spinach, raisins, cherry tomato slices, and sesame seeds. Sasha’s lips parted in anticipation as he lay out the delicious looking feast then sat across from her. The candlelight flickered over his beautiful face as they ate and talked, sharing what had happened in their lives that day.
The simple pleasure of it, the meal and the man and the conversation put Sasha completely at ease. Made her wonder what it would be like to have something like this for the rest of her life. She gasped and almost choked on her wine.
No. No, she could never ask that of Damien. She realized how unfair it was for her to think this way. Permanence was not for them. She’d already determined that whatever it was that Damien could offer, she would happily accept and enjoy. Already, what they shared was more than she could have dreamed.
The lurking nightmare of her brother was the only thing that made her uneasy. As she ate the food that Damien’s staff had prepared and basked in the warmth of his company, a small part of her worried just how long even this could last. She had to tell him about James, she had to try and rid herself of the nightmare.
After what happened with Vincent and the roller-coaster drama of everyone reacting to her affair with Damien, she had blessedly forgotten about her brother and his cruelty, how he was slowly decimating her life. That forgetting had been a blessing.
“You’re looking very serious,” Damien said as he cleared away their main dishes, stacking them neatly on the kitchen cart.
“Am I?” She sat back in her chair, dabbing at the corner of her mouth a napkin before replacing it in her lap.
He raised a mocking eyebrow. “I don’t know you as well as I’d like to, Sasha. But even the most obtuse man can see the downturn of that lovely mouth.”
“Let me get rid of that downturn then.” She forced a smile. “What I was thinking about isn’t important right now. Not with all this delicious food and wonderful company.”
The forced smile became less so as she watched Damien prepare their dessert, a delectable looking concoction of fried figs and honey. “You do this so well,” she said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t have one of your staff stay and do this for you.”
“I want you all to myself tonight.” He put the small plate of halved figs in front of her.
“Besides, it’s a pleasure for me to serve you like this.”
The way he said the words made her breath catch. She looked at him through her lashes, a smile touching her lips. “It’s a pleasure to be served,” she said.
He chuckled. Still standing near her shoulder, he reached for her plate, slid a finger into the damp, honeyed cleft of the fig, and brought it toward her lips. She opened her mouth for his finger, sucked the sweetness from it. His lashes flickered low over his eyes as she tongued his finger.
“I had these made especially for you. I hope you like them.” He took his finger back and licked away any remaining sweetness, then went back to his chair. “Eat.”
Using her fingers, Sasha put one of the figs into her mouth. She chewed. The figs were soft, sticky, and sensual. The pieces melted on her tongue with a sinful sweetness that made her moan in surprised pleasure.
“You like?”
“Very much,” she said.
“Good,” he said. “It pleases me to please you.”
Despite all the things they’d done together, all the things she knew they would do again, Sasha blushed at the suggestiveness of his tone. She bit her lip, overwhelmed by the incredible urge to kiss him. Her hand reached for another fig instead.
They finished the rest of their meal in delicate flirtation. Sasha’s senses swirled as she felt herself unexpectedly seduced by her lover. The specially prepared food, his words, whatever else he had in store for her, it surprised her, pleased her as he’d intended.
When Damien had first mentioned wanting her to spend the night at his house, she thought they would go to a restaurant in downtown Louisville, come back to his house, and make love, sleep, wake up and carry on with life as they had before.
But this? The evening spoke to a care and thoughtfulness that made her melt. Made her fall even more in love with him.
No man had never made her feel so special, so desired, so worthy. How could she hope to settle for another man after this?
At the thought of moving on from Damien, at their relationship ending, she winced. Something this wonderful had to end sometime. She’d said it to herself many times over since they began. And she suspected that the end would come soon. With a determined clench of her jaw, she shoved the morbid thoughts away. No matter how true they would prove to be, they did not belong on a night like this.
After they finished with their dessert, Damien took the rest of their plates away, wheeling the cart back to the kitchen while she sat the table feeling satisfied but not stuffed. The meal had probably been the most delicious and perfectly prepared one she’d ever experienced. And the presentation hadn’t been bad either.
“Time for your second dessert.” Damien came quietly through the door to stand near her chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of red satin. “Stand up.”
She stood. He touched her stomach, his hand warm through the silk of her dress. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Damien fingered the red satin. “Why?”
Because I love you. “Because you trust me. Because you have proven yourself worthy of my trust.”
For a moment, he said nothing. Did nothing. Then he simply nodded. Slipped the cloth over her
eyes and tied it. The cloth smelled faintly of tobacco and sandalwood. It was soft against her face, a delicate and barely discernible weight. “Come with me,” he said.
While she stood trapped in darkness with only her other senses to steer her, he put one hand to the small of her back while the other held her hand. Damien guided her from the dining room, through the hallway where the rug muffled the sound of their footsteps. She could hear the sound of his quiet breathing, smell the faint spice of his cologne or aftershave. Warmth bathed over her face from the overhead lights in the hallway. Coolness from the quietly churning air conditioner brushed over her skin.
“We’re going up the stairs now,” he murmured.
She stumbled at the first step, but he stopped her from falling, guiding her up the stairs with gentle words and the steadiness of his hand on her back. The rug was soft under her high heels, strangely comforting even in the dark. If she fell from her lover’s grasp, it would cushion her, wouldn’t it? The ridiculous thought made her smile. Made her realize that she was a little nervous at least. Not scared he would hurt her, but rather a rough anticipation of what was to come.
“Last step,” he said.
At the top of the stairs, they made the familiar turn toward his bedroom, walked a few steps. Then stopped again. She heard the click of the door opening, felt a faint breeze as he pushed the door wide enough for them to walk through.
“Stand here and don’t move.”
She heard the door close, felt him walk away from her to go deeper into the bedroom. Behind the blindfold, she kept her eyes closed, breathing deeply, feeling the excitement trip across her skin. The shifting of cloth, a drawer opening, something small but heavy falling on the bed, his deep breathing. These were the things she heard as she waited for him. Her body trembled with eagerness for what was to come. An electric current of arousal moved through her body. Her clitoris tingled.
Then she felt him move close to her again. His breath whispered against her cheek, then at the back of her neck, his hands on the ties of the blindfold. The satin slid free of her face. She opened her eyes.
And drew a surprised breath.
The room was ablaze with candlelight. The windowsills. The bedside tables. In the fireplace. On the mantle. Light everywhere. Filling the room, flickering like a thousand fireflies. Damien stepped from behind her. She nearly stumbled from the beauty of him. Naked. Muscles rippling in the light. His chest, sculpted and beautiful. The hard landscape of his stomach, his lush pubic hair. Sasha swallowed. He was ready for her, his cock wonderfully hard, arrowing up from the thatch of blond hair. And a ring? Yes. He wore a silver ring tight around his penis and balls. Her eyes flew to his face.
He smiled. “Get undressed.”
She immediately lowered the zipper down the side of her dress, stepped out of it, draped the green silk over a chair. After a confirming look at him, she pulled her thong panties down her hips and off her legs to join the dress. Wearing the high heels and the hairpins keeping her French twist in place, she turned to face him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Damien touched her, tracing a line from her chin, down the center of her chest, down to her navel. Then lower. She quivered as his fingers moved through her neatly trimmed pubic hair to touch her clitoris. Although she had been watching his every movement, she jumped when his fingers touched her most sensitive place. Then he dipped lower still to sample the wetness he seemed to know would be waiting for him. A finger swirled inside her wet pussy, then retreated. She licked her lips.
He took his hand away, stepped behind her. He touched her again, from the back of her neck, tracing the sensitive line of her neck, between her shoulder blades, down her back to the crack of her ass. And between. She gasped as the finger that had been inside her pussy pushed into her ass. Deep. Deeper.
Her entire body trembled in arousal at being taken this way again after what seemed like so long. She wanted to touch her clit, to accompany the smooth and almost delicate movements of his finger in her rear, but she didn’t dare.
“Very nice,” he murmured. Slowly, he pulled his finger from her. “Now. I want you to go to that wall—” He gestured to the space near his bed between a landscape painting and one of the room’s many windows. “—and put your palms flat against it. Spread your legs. Don’t move. And unless I ask you something, don’t say a word.”
She did as he instructed. Hands flat to the wall. Her ass tilted up. Her legs spread. Forehead to the wall. Although she desperately wanted to look at him, she kept her gaze lowered. She wanted to look at him. She wanted to touch him. She wanted him to touch her.
Long moments passed. She heard him walk toward the bed, then his bare feet padding across the thick, Persian rug to her. His breath brushed against her shoulder, heating her.
“If it hurts more than you can stand and you want me to stop, just say the word ‘sunshine’. Do you understand?”
She stiffened in surprise. He’d never told her this before. And he’d never hurt her more than she’d wanted before. But... “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Good.”
She heard the snap of something behind her - a bottle cap? - then felt his fingers squeezing and caressing her ass. A light, almost hypnotic motion that was the very opposite of pain. Instead, the motions were delicate and arousing, leaving her body tingling under his touch, her sex getting wet and wetter. Heat pulsed between her legs. Juices trickled down her thigh and she bit the inside of her cheek to force herself to keep still. His fingers slid between her ass cheeks. They were wet! Slick with some sort of oil.
He rubbed the delicate line between her cheeks, swirled the oil at her rear opening. Then, it wasn’t his fingers anymore. It was something harder, sliding slowly into her with the aid of the oil. Its push was gradual, the stretch incremental, pushing her wider and wider until she gasped from the pressure of it. Grit her teeth against the squeezing pain.
A hand touched her back, gently stroking her as the butt plug pushed into her even more. Her fingers widened against the wall, she breathed out of her mouth, her forehead prickling with sweat as the pain grew and grew.
“Sasha?” His voice was low with concern. The butt plug stopped moving.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
Damien kissed her shoulder. Expecting him to push the plug in deeper, she gasped when she felt his fingers on her clit instead. The arousal that had receded came back with each circle of his fingers, each flick against her clitoris. Her breath threaded from her throat as he lifted her higher with the stroke of his fingers, bringing pleasure enough that she almost forgot about the butt plug. The pain subsided and she pushed her legs wider, allowing him even more access to her pussy. Her forehead pressed even more against the wall as the sweetness slid through her body, sensual delight, her pussy wet and tingling. A delicious feeling twining all through her body. She pressed her fingernails into the wall.
Then he pushed the plug all the way in.
She gasped at the sudden pain, but his fingers took the pain away as quickly as it came, pressing into her clit again and again until her orgasm hovered temptingly close, its waves lapping at her shore. Then he took his fingers away.
“Damien, please!”
The stinging slap on her ass took her breath away. The butt plug jolted inside her. She bit her lips shut. A cold sweat rippled over her skin. Bringing pain and the beginnings of pleasure. Damien touched her again, more gently this time, his hand caressing the curve of her ass before dipping lower. A soft click sounded then the butt plug began to vibrate. Sasha trembled, her teeth smashed tightly together as she fought back a scream of pleasure-pain. The vibration was low but she felt it all through her body, her ass, her hips, and her belly. Damien pinched her ass, reached lower to touch her pussy, to stroke her clit.
Oh, God!
“Do you like this?”
She could only jerk her head in agreement, the pleasure nearly tearing her in two.
“Tell me.”
“I—I—like this,” she stammered, barely able to form the words. Sasha swallowed hard as the vibrations and his fingers on her clit worked in tandem. A steady pulsing and pulling and pressing that she felt all through her entire body.
Then Damien spun her around. Pressed her back to the wall. Tilted her pelvis out.
“Hands at your sides and flat to the wall.” Her palms slapped the wall as she rushed to do what he commanded.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, covered her clit with his mouth. Licked. Sucked. Hummed against her flesh while the butt plug sent vibrations of intense pleasure through her body. Her entire self trembled from the intensity of the sensations. Her skin. Her heart. Her soul.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
She bucked uncontrollably between his mouth and the wall. Her face flushed. Her pulse was like a runaway train. Damien’s hands parted her wet folds, his fingers sliding deeply into her dripping pussy. Fucking her with his fingers as he sucked her clit and the plug filled her ass. Sasha had never felt such a combination of sensations before. The pleasure was hot and fierce in her, jerking higher and higher with each vibration until she wanted to scream. To beg.
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