The Reconstruction of Cyprian

by Michelle Love

  “I want to take you home and tie you up, Elisa. I want to fuck you for hours after putting me through this.” He pulled away and stared at me. “I did all of that this week to protect you from the media. It worked. They think that I’m with Brooke now after one dinner and everyone has all but forgotten the pictures over the weekend. My ploy worked but I know that it hurt you and I feel horrible inside.”

  “I know what you did, Damon. I am just so confused about your world.” He pressed his lips to mine softly before pulling away again.

  “I am sometimes as well.” He slipped my panties down, spreading my legs as he took on my glistening pussy. I was turned on and needy for him as he slipped a finger through my folds. “Nothing happened that night. We went and I came home alone right after. Everything in those pictures was staged, Elisa.” I jerked as he found my clit and stroked it.

  “You kissed her,” I murmured as he continued his slow torture. “She wanted you, Damon. I could see it in her eyes.”

  “She wants her fifteen minutes of fame any way that she can get it. I’m just a pawn in her game,” he responded as a finger slid inside of me. I arched my back and reached my hands over my head to grip the cushions as I closed my eyes. “That was the most pre-meditated fake kiss that I’ve ever given and it made me sick. It made me want you.”

  He added a finger and I rocked against him, weak and greedy for my release. I was torn between control or just letting go when I felt his mouth over me, sucking me between his teeth. “So close,” I whispered, sliding one hand into his hair as I continued to hold tight with the other. Damon licked and sucked at me, bringing me closer and closer before I exploded before him. Oh, fuck…it felt like months since I’d been with him when it was only days and the orgasm pulsed through my body as he kept tasting me. “I need you to fuck me,” I told him as I stared into his eyes.

  I climbed onto my knees willingly as he dropped his pants, spreading my legs for him as I heard a wrapper being torn. “I want nothing more,” Damon promised me as he took me with a hard, deep thrust. He gripped my ass tightly with his hand, making me cry out as he kept thrusting. I was wet and tight around him, just where I needed to be as our bodies slapped together. “So fucking tight. So meant for me.” I rocked with him, my dress off and somewhere on the couch. “Come for me, Elisa. I need to feel you again.” I pushed back as my legs trembled, weak as I orgasmed with him.

  We collapsed together on the leather as I closed my eyes. All my progress was gone now and I wondered what to do. “Why the email?” Damon asked as I licked my tingling lips.

  “I wanted to avoid you and keep the internship. I can get a part time job and along with my financial aid, I think that I can take care of Mom and me,” I replied as he shook his head at me.

  “You text me out of concern when you’re probably pissed off at me and you worry about your mother. What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” Damon asked as I honestly shrugged. “I was talking to a colleague earlier today after I got that email.”

  “Not this again. I want to do this on my own,” I groaned as he placed a finger over my lips, one that tasted like me.

  “It isn’t what you think. It is the sister company to this one, equal in success. He is looking for an assistant to help with the growing industry. I was asked about my new staff and I told him about you, as my employee. I forwarded your resume to him and he looked it over, coming back quite impressed. He is ready to offer you a full-time job, at the same wage that I was paying you, Elisa. It’s still in the city and close by, and you could do everything you want to with it.”

  “He doesn’t know that I’m involved with you?” I asked and Damon shook his head. “He really liked what he read?” Damon nodded.

  “He even contacted Brent and asked him a few questions, getting stellar feedback. This is real,” Damon told me as I stared at him.

  “I need to think about it,” I told him as he frowned. “This is huge and I appreciate all of it, but I need time. Can I have his info and I’ll call him tomorrow?” Damon told me yes as I leaned in for a kiss. “Does anyone else know about the email I sent you?”

  “No,” he said softly as sadness crossed his face. “It’s hard to believe that you won’t be in here with me, no matter what happens in your career. It’s worth it to have a chance with you, though. That’s all I want,” Damon said as he pulled me down for another kiss.

  “Do you still want to tie me up and fuck me for hours in your house?” I asked as he slipped his tongue between my lips.

  “More than anything.”

  “Good,” I replied as I moved over him, needing his warmth. “I’ll come over tonight and we can discuss every detail of this offer over dinner before you show me how much you care about me.” I smiled. “I need the opinion of a professional after I make a call later today.”

  Damon looked down between us where my slick folds were sliding over his hard cock. “You say that sitting like this on me.”

  “Are you clean?” I asked as a bold thought crossed my mind.

  “I get checked regularly and always use condoms,” Damon confirmed as I looked down. I had been on the birth control shot for years now, just out of habit and just in case I met the right guy in college. His eyes were dark and hungry as I dragged my lip between my teeth and raised myself, letting him stand tall. “Elisa…fuck, I want you bare.” I leaned down to kiss him as my body wrapped around him, nothing between us. The sensations were incredible and I moaned against his mouth as he reached forward to hold my hips. Damon guided me slowly, telling me that I felt so good that he wanted to explode, in between long kisses.

  We made love there, slow and sweet. I felt his heat deep inside of me as he came for me, sliding my panties back on to hold it before I dropped beside him again.

  Damon

  Elisa cleaned up and went to join her team, promising me that she’d be over at six to spend the evening with me. I returned to my desk, shaking my head as I played back the hours I’d just spent with her. I thought she was quitting and leaving me when I got that email, full of excuses as to why she could no longer work for me. I thought that she was denying everything that I offered to her. The pain was incredible and I stared at the security screens until I saw her walk in, intending to demand her to stay.

  Burt had called in that time, inquiring about my interns. He was a good man and ran the same company as I did, a branch of this one just a tad smaller. Kenneth needed another building to handle his overflowing client list and Mark and James became his new baby, though he handed it off to a different staff of people. I spoke to them frequently when I took over, but not on this level. I was looking for a way to compromise Elisa’s standards while staying with her and I brought her up, offering to forward her resume.

  Burt was impressed and told me that he wanted to speak to a few others that worked closely with Elisa, since I claimed I didn’t know her too well. I agreed, giving him a couple of numbers before I hung up.

  That calmed me down and I stood when I saw Elisa approaching the bank of elevators. Somehow, she stepped into an empty one and I went to meet it, pushing the button to make it stop. I knew where all the elevators went in the building, learning those details when I updated the security in the building after we fired a troublesome intern. It was after that when I considered ditching the program altogether, but I was talked out of it.

  Now, I was relieved that I’d kept it going since it brought me Elisa.

  I thought about the possibilities as I left a bit early, wanting to get some errands done before she arrived. I bought something to make for dinner while I had Mark go get some roses at the best florist in the city. Together, we brought everything into my house as he told me how much Brooke sulked on the way to her condo. I laughed when he said that she met up with a guy outside and left with him a few minutes later.

  I explained that with any luck, I wouldn’t have to pull a stunt like that again. I wanted Elisa and nobody else. I felt the need to shrink back from the public eye so much an
d just settle into as normal of a life as I could find. Even if it wasn’t with Elisa, I needed to go in that direction. This was exhausting.

  I set the roses up on the counter and loaded the food into my fridge. I was planning to make some salmon, fresh vegetables and salad as well as serving eclairs from a great bakery beside the grocery store for dessert. I felt good about the job offer and hoped that Elisa would as well, given that it was everything that she’d been working towards. She needed to see past the way that she got it and focus on the fact that she’d earned it.

  I glanced at the clock and realized that I had an hour before Elisa would be arriving and went to take a shower. I gripped myself under the hot water, unable to get the memory of her riding me today out of my head. It had been since I was a teen since I felt the heat of a girl against me, before I’d gotten smart about protection. Jerking off, I cried out her name as I shot against the tile again, breathing deeply.

  I dressed in jeans and a blue Henley, leaving my feet bare. I headed down into the kitchen and read some of my favorite salmon recipes, deciding on a simple dish one with some butter drizzled over the fish.

  I wandered the apartment, even though my maid was here this morning. I had her pop in every couple of weeks to make sure things were clean, even with my regular picking up. Growing up with a mother that depended on help had ruined me for life and I’d never go back. I lit some candles and made a fire before I heard the knock at the door, wetting my lips as I walked over to the front door. “Hi,” Elisa said with a beautiful smile as I looked her up and down. She was wearing the jeans I bought her, which clung to her curves perfectly and she’d paired it with a long-sleeved cashmere sweater that highlighted her full breasts. “Is casual okay?”

  “You look downright edible,” I told her as I held the door open and reached for her hand. Elisa laughed as she came inside and looked around with an impressed gaze. “Like it?”

  “Are you trying to woo me, Damon?” Elisa asked as I kissed her softly while closing the door.

  “Is it working?” I asked before I claimed her lips again, reaching down to cup her ass as I drew her closer to me. “I’m going to make some dinner too. I have good wine. I might even let you get to second base, if you’re lucky.”

  “Mmmm, that has promise,” she remarked as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I laughed and led her to the kitchen where she watched me prepare the fish for the oven. Elisa offered to chop the vegetables for me and sauté them in some olive oil with some seasonings and garlic. She was a natural in a kitchen and we chatted about light subjects as we got the food ready, finishing the salad together. I poured some wine and we sat at the small table together to drink it and talk. “I called Burt today.”

  “How did that go?”

  “He’s very genuine and I think he sounds professional. He admitted that he’s taking a chance with an intern but with my schooling and resume, he’s willing to take a chance,” Elisa replied as I nodded. All of that was legitimate and I’d considered it all before deciding to hire her for myself. “I would start at a slightly lower wage until I passed probation, but Burt assured me that you’d be willing to take me back should anything happen. I seem to be well liked at Elkus Manfredi.”

  “You are and I would, apart from the fact that we’ll be dating if you take that job. That might pose a problem.”

  “I even asked Brent about it and he said to go for it,” she said as I smiled. “I am going to. I am going to try and not be stubborn about it because of your involvement.” I pulled her close to me for a hug as I stood up and she held me tightly.

  “Does that mean that you’ll forgive me?” I asked as she took a slow sip of her wine.

  “I know why you did that now,” Elisa admitted as she smiled ruefully. “It drew attention away from the weekend, even though I was jealous and must have looked at those pictures a hundred time the following morning. I analyzed them but when I see you look at me, I know that you don’t have feelings for her. There was no sincerity in your eyes. I also found it funny when she had pictures the same night at a club, drunk with another guy while the headlines speculated that you’d had a horrible fight. You need to choose a better prop, Damon. She’s amateur.”

  “I don’t want a prop. I want a girlfriend,” I told her as she gazed at me. “I want a woman to spoil and make love to all over my house. I want a woman to cook for and pamper. I want a woman to support as she moves up the ladder in my industry.”

  “Taking any applications?” Elisa teased me as she pressed closer to me, kissing me hungrily.

  “There’s only one woman for me,” I assured her, kissing her eagerly as we made our way to the couch. I had her shirt off and I was sucking on her sweet nipple when the oven beeped and we both groaned. “Damn it.”

  We both stumbled in and I pulled out the fish just in time while she turned on the stove to give the veggies a quick reheat. Elisa already cooked them but had left them covered to soak in the flavors and stay warm. I plated the fish and she heaped her dish on the plates before we both finished with some fresh salad. We took them back to the table, eating as she asked me what to expect across the street as I answered her questions.

  “What about the apartment?” I asked as we washed the dishes together.

  “Well, it’s for employees of Elkus Manfredi, so I want to save it for them. I have been doing some looking of my own and found a cute place near here that my mom and I could share. I’ll be able to afford it with the new salary, even losing the financial aid. I just hope that I don’t get fired.”

  “You won’t. You’ll be a graduate before you know it and have the world at your fingertips,” I teased her as Elisa laughed and kissed me again. Her eyes grew dark as she gazed at me and I felt the heat in the room. Elisa took my hand and led me across the room to the door that hadn’t been opened since last time she was over. I grabbed a key from my pocket, unlocking it and pushing it open as she walked boldly inside.

  “I loved the dinner. I loved the roses. I loved everything about tonight but right now…I want you to fuck me.” I hardened at her request, so direct and bold as I closed the door and dropped the key on a counter. “I want what we couldn’t do in the office, Damon.”

  I told her to take my pants down before she dropped to her knees, searching my face. I nodded and she leaned in to take my cock in her mouth. I held onto her hair, loose and wild around her shoulders as I rocked my hips with her movements. Her hand gripped my ass, digging into my skin, and pulling me forward as I buried myself completely inside, down her throat. Her moans joined my cries as we moved harder, rougher; her name passing through my lips as I filled her. She felt so good and drank me down as I stared down at her. “Elise,” I said with wonder in my eyes as I pulled back and offered her my hand.

  Tonight, I handcuffed her to the headboard with metal covered by soft cloth after I stripped her, I left the black lace thong on for the time being, obsessed with the scrap of material that separated me from what I wanted more than anything right now. I left her legs free as I moved down her body, biting and nipping my way over her neck and nipples as she arched her back for me. I knew she wanted it rough with her words, begging me for more as I moved down her stomach. I found a small but powerful dildo and slipped it inside of her, securing it with the lace as I kept them open for access to her clit. I ravaged her as the device vibrated, giving me more and more sweet honey as she came closer to a release. “Damon!” Elisa cried out, her face flushed with desire as she clenched her fists. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming.” I dragged her clit between my lips as she screamed through it before I pulled the panties off and the dildo slid out of her body. “So intense.” I moved her to her stomach, careful with the restraints as she moaned. I knew that she was already tired but I was nowhere near finished. I spread her legs and smacked her ass, watching her jerk in front of me as she begged for more.

  Elisa screamed for me to fuck her after a few smacks and I slid inside, once again bare. I gripped her ass and squeezed as I took her
repeatedly, knowing that her moans were of pleasure and not pain. I pulled back and drove myself inside one more time before I filled her; feeling her tight, wet pussy wrap around me. I cried out her name as I held her hips, tight and still while I memorized the feeling of her body.

  Elisa surprised me by asking about what other toys I had. I showed them to her, describing what they would do to her as her eyes heated up. There were several dildos, some plugs, and a variety of things to use for spanking.

  Elisa asked if I could use them in my bedroom and I picked up her favorites and brought them with us. “I love that room and the possibilities that come with it, but I want to make this our place as well. I want to experiment in here and then fall asleep in your arms,” she confessed as she blushed. I lit a few candles in there and we dropped on the mattress, still bare.

  “You are the first woman that I’ve been with here, in this room.” I waved my hand around as I spoke and she looked at me with bright eyes. “This is the last place I see at night and the first thing in the morning. I don’t want to invite anything in to the one place I find peace. I want you here, though.”

  “I want to be here. I want to try, but it’s going to have its hard moments. There will be tough times.” She looked at me. “I Know about your past and I’ve read the rumors. It’s difficult to think about but I do see the way that you look at me, so I’m willing to give it a chance.”

  “Good,” I said as I kissed her and watched her move onto the mattress, lying on her back. “So, what do you want to try first?”

  Elisa

  I always thought that sex was boring. I thought that it was never like it was in movies or books, but with Damon it was better than any of those. I read a lot of romance books thanks to having a million roommates and they got pretty hot, it was unbelievable. This somehow seemed like it could be real and work out, though I didn’t have a lot to base that on. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with Damon but what little there was turned out to be memorable. I fell asleep that night knowing a lot more about sex toys than I’d ever imagined but happy in Damon’s arms as I held onto the hope that I had for us.