by Renee White
I picked up the phone.
“Kylie?” My dad’s warm, familiar, lovely voice caused a flood of tears. “Are you OK, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice strained with concern.
It all came pouring out in bursts as I cried into the phone. I told my father all of it, about the spider and how traumatic it had been and about Damien’s reaction to Rafe’s call.
“Why would this guy care about you and Rafe?” my father asked. “Why should he be bothered about your love life?”
“Oh, daddy,” I blubbed, “I think I’ve fallen for him. Damien, I think I’m in love with him. We’ve been together since we got to Paris.”
“Oh, Kylie,” my father said, soothing me across the miles of Atlantic and time difference that separated us. “So soon after, Rafe? Do you want to come home? Do you want to come here?”
For a second I thought about how good that idea sounded. I could just go home and into the security of my father’s house. I could hide there and forget all about Rafe and Jenny and Damien. I could put all the ideas about making it big and showing my sister how good I am out of my mind. I could put Rafe down as a bad loss, better to have found out what he was capable of before I’d married him. As for Damien, if I could get over Rafe I could get over him too.
My father’s love pulled at me and I yearned for the familiar house, the same old smells and the normality of waking up in my own bed in my own room.
“No, dad,” I murmured. “Thank you, though. I love you but I can’t run home, not in the middle of everything.” Taking a deep breath and cuffing my eyes dry I found I was still as determined to beat Jenny and to put Rafe in his place. As for Damien, well I’d just play it cool and try to push any romantic feelings to one side. It was clear to me now that he didn’t love me.
When I eventually hung up the phone I pictured my dad sitting in his chair, his face drawn with worry for me again. He’d been so cut up with this thing with Jenny, and I knew I’d worried him all over again with my ill-advised confession about Damien.
I felt so sorry for my dad and what we’d put him through, the both of us, me and my sister.
All kinds of doubts and fears visited me that night as I lay alone in the strange bed. Not least of which was the anticipation of Damien’s mood on set the next day.
5
I arrived on set feeling washed out and exhausted after a restless night in my hideaway hotel. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions had kept me awake after the scene with Damien and the phone call to my dad, but I was determined to remain professional and finish shooting the movie. For Rafe’s sake, as much as I loathed him I didn’t want to see his career ruined because of Damien. I wanted to rub Rafe’s nose in it by becoming a name in Hollywood; I wanted him to see what he’d had in the palm of his hand, but what he’d thrown away for ten minutes between my bitch sister’s legs. I needed to speak to Damien and tell him I wanted nothing more to do with Rafe and that him taking revenge on Rafe was just childish.
As for my love life, well, I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do about that. Did I really love Damien or just infatuated with him? I’d never met anyone like him; he turned me on like nobody else ever had. He did things to me, mentally as well as physically, that had me weak at the knees just thinking about it. The guy was an addiction. I’d get my fix and then, not long after, I’d want him again. All it took was a glance, a smile as though we shared some dirty secret. Sometimes it was just the way he moved or spoke to me during filming, he’d catch me by surprise and have my body yearning for his fingers to caress me, for his lips on mine our tongues dancing.
But how could he have said those things to me in the limo? Why was he so damned mean? Was I just a sexual plaything for him? Was he jealous of Rafe? That would be something new – Damien Taylor jealous. And if he was jealous, then did that mean he felt the same about me as I did him? He talked about how I fascinated him, how much he liked me, but I was just so confused and upset by everything I didn’t know who the real Damien was.
It was all such a mess.
When I saw him standing near a camera, his back to me as he sipped coffee from a styrofoam cup, I felt that now familiar heartbeat pulse between my legs. I recalled what he’d done in the bathroom, the way he’d ordered me to hold my legs open for him. The danger of being caught like that, with my hands hooked behind my knees as I exhibited myself to Damien’s hungry stare – What had I been thinking!
Then, as if some sixth sense told him I was there, Damien turned to face me. For a moment he looked so serious, so dark and brooding that I felt a tremor of fear, a sensation that only heightened the yearning at my core.
Suddenly the dark look vanished and, like sunshine on a stormy day, Damien smiled.
“Kylie,” he said. “God, Kylie. I was worried sick. Where were you?”
Attempting to appear cool, I shrugged. “I stayed the night at a little hotel. I didn’t want to be near you last night, Damien.”
Damien shook his head and blew out his cheeks as though relieved to see me. “When Jenny called I thought something had happened.”
I blinked, not believing what I’d just heard. “Jenny? Jenny called? How? What? I don’t understand. What’s that bitch got to do with any of this?”
“Hey,” Damien said, holding up both hands. “Steady on. Alexandra came to my room to tell me Jenny was on the phone. I wouldn’t usually take a call from her, you know that, but she’d told Alexandra that you’d called your dad and were all upset. I only spoke to her to find out what the hell was happening.”
“My dad?” I replied. I thought about things for a few moments, turning the events of the previous night over in my mind. “I did call my dad last night,” I explained. “He must have spoken to Jenny after that.” I shook my head, a little angry at my father for blabbing to my sister. “Great, now she knows about us.”
Damien’s reaction was instant. “What do you mean?” he asked, eyes flashing. “What have you said?”
Feeling stupid and out of my depth and close to tears I looked down at the floor and murmured, “I told my father I loved you.”
I thought Damien would explode with anger, but all he did instead was let his shoulders sag and shake his head.
He looked at me. “You love me?” he said quietly.
Held by Damien’s gaze I nodded. “I think so.” Blinking away the pinprick of tears that threatened to well from my eyes I added, “I don’t want to be with Rafe, Damien. I want to be with you. But you were so nasty to me last night. How could you threaten to ruin Rafe’s career? What kind of bullshit is that? And how could you say things about me belonging to you sexually? You said you wouldn’t use me Damien. Remember? You said that you wouldn’t.”
He dropped the coffee cup and, heedless to the liquid that had splashed up the leg of his pants came to me with his arms outstretched.
“I’m sorry, Kylie. Fuck, I’m such a wanker. I didn’t mean what I said about the contract, not exactly. I was angry and upset because that bloke called you. I wanted to smash his face in, Kylie, that’s why I was horrible to you. I took it out on you because he dared to call you up.” Damien’s fingers gripped the tops of my arms as he stared into my face. “You know what happened with my ex-wife. I have trouble trusting women and the sincerity of my relationships. When I saw Rafe’s name on your phone I went into a spin.”
“You’re jealous of him?” I asked.
“Fuck it,” Damien spat. “Yes, Kylie, yes I’m fucking jealous.”
I asked the obvious question. “Why?”
Damien paused, mouth open as he analyzed his response. “Because I care about you, Kylie,” he said as though only he’d only just realized the implication of those words. “I care about you a lot.” He let go of my arms and ran his fingers over his short hair. “I think I care about you as much as you do about me,” he said, apparently awed by that admission. He didn’t come right out and say he loved me, though. Damien put his hand on my shoulders, slowly rubbing them. “I knew you were special, Ky
lie, and I know that sounds like some kind of cheesy line but it’s true.”
“I should have known it would be something like that, Damien. Your past I mean. But I meant what I said, I don’t want Rafe. What I want is to be with you.”
“Kylie,” Damien sighed.
“I want to be with you even without the contract, Damien. I don’t want another man. All I need is you.” I grinned and looked quickly around the set. We were still alone so I pressed the palm of my hand against the front of Damien’s pants. I could feel him there, all densely packed into his underwear. “What you did to me last night in the men’s room,” I gasped, suddenly aroused. “That was the sexiest thing ever. If someone had come in …”
Damien spoke, his voice gruff with his own desire. “I was so pissed off about that call that I wanted to teach you a lesson. I wanted to prove that I can make you feel like no other man ever could. You came so hard,” he said, almost moaning. “You were sat up there with your pussy all hot. You looked fucking fabulous in that dress and those shoes, your legs wide open while your face was all screwed up like you were in pain.”
“Do you want to try again Damien?” I asked. “Shall we put last night behind us?”
He nodded quickly. “And I want to meet your father. Now that Jenny knows there’s no telling what she’ll do next. I want to do this properly by meeting your dad and telling him face-to-face just how much you mean to me in case Jenny gets some kind of twisted version to him first. We’re lucky we’ve almost finished the Paris scenes so we can fly back at the end of the week.”
Oh my God! Did I just hear that? He wants to meet my father? “Are you sure you want to meet him?” I asked. “We haven’t exactly got off to a great start. Don’t you want to take it slow?”
“Fuck going slow,” Damien said, a grin splitting his handsome face.
“But what about the spider scene? Shooting that will put us back by at least half a day.”
“I cut it,” Damien replied. “It caused you too much pain and I don’t want to put you through that again.”
I was astounded by that. Damien is notoriously stubborn when it comes to changing scripts, and since he’d already agreed to Alexandra’s suggestion to shoot the spider scene it must have taken a lot for him to turn around like that. “Wow,” I said, returning his grin. You must really mean it about liking me.” I reached out to touch his fingers. “Thank you,” I added seriously. “I’m touched that you’d do that for me.”
Then the crew began to arrive and interrupted our tender reconciliation. But at least we’d cleared the air, and better than that, it seemed that Damien felt the same about me as I felt about him. OK, he hadn’t exactly spoken those three words, but he’d skirted around the edges. I just had to let him warm to the prospect.
We were in love and he wanted to meet my dad! For the rest of the week until we completed shooting, whenever I wasn’t busy on set or out with Damien – or in with Damien and his incredible penis – I couldn’t think of anything else except for how good I felt.
We flew home, and on Saturday night I sat in the back of a limo with my lover on the way to my dad’s house. Our hands lay on the seat between us, fingers intertwined. I was as nervous as hell about the prospect of the two men in my life meeting. I had no idea what Jenny might have told my father about Damien, but if she had said something to dad it wouldn’t be complimentary.
My father was polite but a little cold towards Damien. It turned out that Jenny hadn’t said a thing and that dad was cool because of the Paris phone call.
“It’s understandable,” Damien said when my dad went to check things in the kitchen. “After all, you’re his little girl. You’ve only recently come out of a relationship that ended because of your own sister; there’s the big feud between you and Jenny, of course your dad is devastated by it. Then I come on the scene and upset you so much you call him from France.” Damien nodded, as he stroked his chin. “I get it, I really do.” He sipped at the whisky dad had given him. “I’d be protective of my daughter too.”
The way he said that, with such sincerity made me glad we’d fixed things up in Paris. The sex was awesome and now Damien was really showing signs of maturity. He might be a few years older than me but he sure acted like a big kid sometimes. The things he said about protecting his daughter gave me a funny feeling inside and I wondered if we’d have kids together.
Dad came back in and, after a few awkward spots, the evening eventually turned out to be a success.
“Do you mind if I stay over with dad tonight?” I asked when my father went to make coffee. “I missed him while I was away and I’d like to spend some time with him tonight. I promise to talk about you all the time and to tell him how great you are.” I leaned in close and snuggled up to Damien on the couch.
“Don’t tell him how awesome I am when I’m making you cum on my face,” Damien grinned.
I laughed and put my arm around him. “Thanks for doing this tonight. I’m really, really happy that you did it. Dad seems to be warming to you as well.”
“Well I’m warming to you,” Damien said with that dangerous glint in his eye. The one that goes with that sly smirk and usually means some kind of game is about to be played.
He turned to kiss me. As usual my body reacted to the taste of him, the smell of him and the press of his hard body against mine. Things got hotter as the kiss went on, both of us revving up until I broke away and saw the tent in Damien’s pants.
“I’ll tell you what,” I whispered. “To show you how grateful I am …”
I reached for his zipper and went in to bring out Damien’s enormous, beautiful package.
“Your father’s only in the fucking kitchen,” Damien muttered, eyes wide at my audacity.
I’d surprised him for sure. “It’s your fault,” I grinned as I slid my ass along the couch and settled an arm across Damien’s lap. I lifted him in my hand and took a long, lascivious lick. “Just like a lollipop,” I said before treating Damien to my tongue again.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “That’s good, Kylie. I love seeing your pretty face as you do that. It looks so wrong. You’re so angelic, to see you doing that to me is just dirty.”
Damien groaned and jerked his hips. I felt the pulse of him in my fist and bent to my task again. Pretty soon he was stifling his groans and moans as I brought him closer to the edge. Aware I only had a couple of minutes, one ear alert to the tell-tale hiss and spit of the coffee machine that would signal that the coffee was ready and my father was due to reappear, I kept on at him regardless of the huge risk. If my father walked in now it could undo all the repair work Damien and I had done that evening, but I so wanted to please Damien, to make him happy that I worked and worked at him with my lips, tongue and hand, taking him into my throat.
He was so big in my mouth that I thought my jaw might unhinge, but I kept taking more and more of him, eager to be the best he’d ever known. I listened to the wonderful sounds of my lover’s enjoyment. To hear Damien telling me how good it felt thrilled me. I loved it when he compared me to an angel; I liked being pretty for him, but what really turned me on was being a devil.
He’d taught me so much in the time I’d known him. Damien took me from being a naïve girl and turned me into a complete woman. Thank God I’d met him. If I’d married Rafe I never would have known how fantastic sex could be. And it wasn’t just the act itself; it was all the mind stuff Damien did too. The time in the men’s room in Paris when we could have been busted at any moment – Rafe would never have even dreamt of doing something so wild and insanely risky.
Being with Damien was such a buzz. I was sure I loved him, and I was fairly confident he loved me too. If I could guide him over the rocks of his insecurities we could enjoy the beach on the other side –The two of us, together.
It didn’t take long before I heard Damien grunt and felt the girth of him pulse between my lips. He poured into my mouth, filling me so quickly with his essence that threatened to spill out of me if I didn�
��t keep swallowing.
Even then I had to rush to the bathroom to repair my makeup and tidy my hair from where Damien’s fingers had held my head. I also had to wipe any tell-tale traces of what had gone on from the corners of my mouth and my chin.
“We nearly got caught,” Damien whispered later when I kissed him goodnight at the door. “You just got out of there before your father walked back in.” He grinned at me, eyes sparkling. “You’re getting as bad as me,” he said. “Worse in fact. I don’t think I would have taken it as far as you did.”
“I want you tomorrow,” I replied, squirming my body against Damien’s. I laid the flat of my palm against the bulge in his pants. “I want you to do bad, dirty things to me over your desk tomorrow.”
Composing myself after watching Damien walk down the driveway I shut the door and walked into the lounge.
“Nightcap?” my father asked as he held up the whisky bottle.