Worth The Risk

by Dieudonné, Natalie

  “Only if you promise to be a good student,” I smiled.

  “Oh I can definitely be a good student. But I can also be an excellent teacher.”

  “Of that I have no doubt. There were some interesting lessons that were being given last night.’

  “That’s just the beginning.” He said mischievously. After we finished eating, Damien helped me clean up and load the dishwasher. As I placed the last plate in and closed the door, Damien wrapped his arms around me pulling my body to his.

  “I’m still hungry but not for food.” His seductive smile left me with anticipation. I turned in his arms and kissed his soft lips. His tongue slid across mine feverishly. His hand cupped my ass and lifted my legs around him. Now that I was fueled up I was ready for another round right there on the kitchen counter.

  “You really don’t ever want me to make it to the bedroom, do you?”

  “I’m sorry I can’t help it. I just want to taste you Damien.” He moaned at my words.

  “I would take you right here on the counter, but I need something from the bedroom.”

  “You don’t have any condoms downstairs?” I asked not wanting anymore delays.

  “That wasn’t what I was referring to, but no I keep them upstairs.” I looked at him confused trying to figure out what he was actually referring to. “Are you still open-minded about toys?” He asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He grabbed a bottle of whip cream from the fridge and heading to the bedroom. He placed me on my feet in front of the bed and stood back to stare at me. “Mmmm so sexy, but as sexy as you look in my boxes, they still need to come off.” He took off the t-shirt and boxers I had on and stripped his own clothes off. He went to the closet and grabbed a bag.

  “After you left me yesterday I went exploring. And when I saw this I thought of you so I had to get it. I figured we could try it out today. I had planned to use it last night but I wanted you so bad I couldn’t form any coherent thought.” He pulled out a butterfly clit vibrator. I had used one before by myself but never during sex. I smiled as I knew where this was going. This was going to heighten not sensations but also my orgasm. I was all for trying this toy with him. He put the vibrator on me, fixing the straps to position it perfectly on my clit.

  “It has five levels. We’ll start at level three. I don’t want to get you too excited too soon. Lie down and spread wide for me.” I followed his instructions with a big grin on my face. He took the bottle of whip cream and sprayed a nice amount on my sex. He turned on the vibrator and began to eat. His tongue lapped up the whip cream in my folds greedily and explored my entrance eagerly. His hands kept my legs spread wide so he could devour me with ease. The sensation of the vibrator and his tongue drove me to the edge faster than I thought it would. My legs wanted to close to lessen the sensation but Damien wouldn’t allow it.

  “Stop fighting it baby.” He sucked harder and within seconds I came screaming. Without giving me any time to recover he turned up the level to five and entered me swiftly. The over stimulation of my body left my mind scrambling for thoughts, it was too much.

  “Damien!” I screamed grapping the sheets tightly. “Baby its too much. I can’t!” He stilled inside me and searched my eyes. His face turned regretful.

  “You can take it, I know you can... Do you want me to stop?” He turned the level back to three and slowly pulled out of me.

  “No! Don’t stop!” I screamed. I knew I could handle it. I’d fantasized so many times about finding a man that could satisfy me endlessly. Now I finally had one. This wasn’t the time to punk out.

  He looked at me with a grin on his face and said, “I don’t plan on stopping until you truly can’t take anymore. Now turn over, get on your knees, and slightly spread your legs.”

  “Yes sir,” I said teasingly. I followed his instructions positioning myself as he asked. He kissed my neck and left a trail down my spine. The way he touched me was so gentle yet possessive. He moved closer behind me and entered me roughly. I jerked at the surprising intrusion, gripping the pillow in front of me. His hands held my hips tightly keeping me still so he could direct it exactly how he wanted. His strokes became short and hard, while his hand reached up to squeeze my breasts. I was in awe at how different he was making love to me. He was showing a part of him I didn’t know existed. His aggressiveness excited me and the undertone of gentleness made it that much sweeter. I wanted to look at him so I could read his face. So I could get a hint of what was going through his mind.

  “Baby, I want to see you.” I moaned. He paused for a second. Pulling out of me he turned off the vibrator and unstrapped it. Still on my knees he pressed my back to his chest. He turned my head to meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes was captivating. He pushed inside me and I closed my eyes to welcome the sensation. His lips covered mine with the sweetness of strawberries still lingering on them. His slow strokes pushed me higher and higher. My hands entwined with his on my hips tightly. I knew I was going to reach my pique soon but I didn’t want to, not yet. I didn’t want this feeling to end. I wanted to stay in his arms, frozen in time feeling the amazing pleasure that devoured me. It took everything I had to not go over the edge.

  “Catalina, stop holding on. Let go baby.”

  “No. I don’t want this to end.” The fear of us ending washed over me. Thoughts of my father finding out about us made me start to shake. My emotions just poured over me, drowning me. Out of all the possible moments my emotions chose now to ambush me. I tried my best to pull myself together but my heart wouldn’t cooperate with my brain.

  “Catalina look at me,” I opened my eyes to see his amazing face staring at me, “This is not going to end. We are not going to end Catalina. No matter what, I will fight for you. I love you Catalina.” My heart began to beat furiously.

  I smiled at him saying, “I love you too Damien.” He looked at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

  “Does my response surprise you?” I asked

  “Honestly, yes. I have wanted to tell you I love you for a while now. But I didn’t want to overwhelm you, or scare you away.” I could understand that, but I wondered for how long he was keeping his true feelings from me.

  “How long have you known you’ve felt this way?”

  His eyes shifted from mine, “A few weeks.” I turned his head to force him to look at me.

  “Yeah, telling me a little sooner wouldn’t have hurt. But at least now we both know how we feel about each other.” He looked at me intensely.

  “What great deed did I do to deserve you?” he asked as if to himself.

  “I’m not that wonderful. I am far from perfect. I have my faults and issues.”

  “As do I. But you are everything I want. Everything I need.” I moved his hand to my breast, reminding him what we were doing, which caused him to get back in the moment. His hand gripped tighter on my breast and his movements started. His strokes were hard, short, and fast, pushing me to fall over the edge. My head draped back on his shoulder, riding out my climax. He continued to move inside me finding his own release. He whispered my name in my ear. He held me in his arms not wanting to let me go. My body began to slightly tremble from my climax aftershock. His body automatically tensed.

  “Baby are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I said embarrassed, “When I have a really strong orgasm my body tends to tremble a little,” I explained.

  “Well I’ll take that as a good sign,” he smiled. “I should lay you down.” He pulled out of me, causing me to release a soft moan, and laid me gently on the bed. “Take a shower with me.”

  “You go ahead. I need a second.” His face clearly expressed his satisfaction in pleasuring me, as he headed toward the bathroom. Not realized I slowly started to fall asleep. Damien had to nudge me awake. I had to force myself to get up and take a quick shower. Once I returned to the bedroom I found Damien laid out on the bed waiting to embrace me in hi
s arms. I crossed to the bed quickly, yearning to be in his arms again. He drew me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I could hear his heart beating. It wasn’t a slow steady beat, but a rapid excited beat. I smiled that I affected him the same way he affected me. We laid in comfortable silence, enjoying the moment; until my phone vibrated interrupting the peaceful silence.

  “You should answer it. Its been going off all morning,” he said. I grabbed my phone and looking at the number. The fact that the number was my house number surprised and unnerved me. Something had to be seriously wrong.

  “Hello.”

  “Catalina, where are you?” The familiar voice blurted out.

  “Gigi, what’s wrong?”

  “You’re father is going crazy. He wants to know where you are. I think he knows Catalina. You need to get home as fast as you can. I don’t know how much longer I can keep him calm.” Gigi sounded so distraught. She was always so level-headed no matter the situation but the pressure of this situation was too much for her. Guilt enveloped me as I knew it was my fault Gigi was in this position. As I wallowed in my guilt, Damien’s concerned filled eyes never left mine, begging me to tell him what was wrong.

  I absently said, “Gigi I’ll be there in ten minutes,” and hung up. I automatically got up and started dressing and grabbing my stuff. My mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Damien grabbed my arm stopping my rushed departure. He gently lifted my chin to make me look at him.

  “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” I sighed heavily trying to keep my composure. “My father is freaking out wondering where I am. I think he knows about us.” He eyes widened and his face darkened briefly.

  “I should have spoken to him, man to man. I could have prevented this.” He said regretfully.

  “No, don’t start taking the blame. I pushed for us not to tell him yet. Its my fault, let me deal with it.” I gently slid my arm out of his hand and finished grabbing my things. As I started to walk out the door, Damien rushed to put some clothes on. He grabbed his car keys and I looked at him with confusion.

  “I’m coming with you,” he explained. Fear crawled up inside me. That was a really bad idea. Having my father and Damien in the same room right now was the last thing to help this situation.

  “No! Damien I need to face my father alone first. He is really angry and our relationship is really rocky. Adding you to that equation is not a good idea.”

  “I don’t want you facing him alone.” His voice was firm and his body tense. He was not taking no for an answer. I needed to reassure him that it was okay.

  “I will be okay. I tell you what, let me talk to him alone first then later you can come over for dinner. That way we can all talk after he has calmed down. Deal?” He looked at me deeply searching my face. It took everything I had not to just give in and have him come with me, to protect me. But I put a confident look on my face so he would agree with me. He sighed his resignation.

  “Okay deal. But promise me you will call me after you talk with him and no matter what I’ll be at your house at six tonight.”

  “Okay, I promise.” He took my hand and walked me to my car. As I unlocked my Challenger, I wished I had chosen to drive my Audi the night before. I would have gotten home faster, but the Challenger would have to do.

  Damien opened my door for me. He hugged me tightly not wanting to let me go. I inhaled his scent allowing it to soothe me. He pulled away from me to softly kiss my lips, pouring all his love in it.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you too.” He kissed me on my forehead and let me go. I told myself this wasn’t goodbye forever. This was just see you later. Things between us were not going to end like this. Neither one of us would allow that. Push away all doubt; I drove off with this in my mind and images of last night forever imprinted on my heart.

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  I rushed through the front door to see my father fuming in the sitting room waiting for me. I pushed my shoulders back, inviting in my confidence to handle what was about to happen.

  “Hello father. Sorry I missed your calls. Heather and I went out for breakfast and I forgot my phone at her house.” I had carefully come up with this story as I drove like a mad woman home. As I looked at my father’s anger filled expression, I knew my story wasn’t good enough.

  “Do I have stupid written on my forehead?” He roared. I shook my head in response, too shaken to verbally respond.

  “I know you were not with Heather. I know you were with Damien Cox. Heather told me all about the Charity Ball and the little meeting you and Damien had in the garden. Did you think I would never find out? One way or another someone would find you two together.” That bitch! This is why I keep people at a distance. But either way that didn’t matter anyway because her spying ass would have ran her mouth anyway. I did not bother answering as my father rambled on.” I may be busy but I am not blind. I see the way you two look at each other at functions. After Heather informed me of your behavior, I took that opportunity to have you followed.” My eyes widened in shock.

  “What!”

  “Of course I got confirmation that you were with him. You think he cares about you? You are just a toy to him. He’s ten years older than you for goodness sake. No man takes a relationship with a woman ten years his younger seriously.” His words shook me out of my shock and froze state. I had never seen my father like this. I could not let him belittle me and my relationship with Damien. It was time to speak up.

  “First off, I am not a toy to Damien. He loves me and I love him. Second, I am not a child and I’m sick of being treated like one. I am a grown woman with a strong head on my shoulder. I do not need your permission to be with someone. And I’m tired of you looking at me like its my fault mom died.” His body tensed at my words, but my adrenaline made me keep going. “Mom died of cancer. I’m sorry I look like her to remind you of that. No… you know what? I’m not sorry I look like her I’m proud to look like her. I know its hard. I miss her too, everyday! You have to learn how to deal with her passing and move on. She would want us to be happy. This is making you bitter and making my life miserable. I’m not going to stop seeing Damien. I’m not a child anymore dad. The sooner you realize that the sooner we can move forward and reconnect our bond. I miss that… I miss you.”

  There. I finally stood up to my father. I felt like the world was finally lifted off my shoulders. It was my life and it was time I took control of it. If that meant that this rough patch between my father and I would get harder than so be it. I knew we would get through it. In the end we still loved each other.

  I looked into my father’s eyes and saw pain and regret. My heart filled with hope that maybe I had gotten through to him. But my hope was short lived when his expression turned into anger. He just looked at me and walked away. Are you serious? All that and still nothing. It was like talking to a brick wall. At least I tried. Part of me was numb but another part of me felt liberated. I said what was needed to be said.

  Gigi walked up to me slowly placing her hand on my shoulder. “You did good sweetpea. Your father is just a little stubborn. He’ll come around.”

  “Yeah, well I’m not putting my life on hold to wait until he comes around. I love Damien, and there is no changing that.”

  “I know.” The warmth in Gigi’s eyes was exactly what I needed. She showered me with the motherly love that I yearned for. I hugged her, silently thanking her for everything.

  “Oh, Damien is coming to dinner tonight at six.” I informed her. Her eyes widened slightly.

  “Sweatpea, is that a good idea?”

  “It needs to be done. Damien wants to talk to him. Regardless, we are going to be together, but we do want to be respectful about it. And I know we should have done this in the beginning. Now we are trying to correct that wrong.”

  “Okay. I’ll let the kitchen staff know we will have a guest.”

  “Thanks Gigi.” She smiled and walke
d away to start taking care of things.

  I made my way up the stairs to my room. My phone had been vibrating in my pocket for the past twenty minutes. I knew it was Damien trying to check up on me. I needed to call him before he freaked out. I pulled out my phone and my phone displayed twenty-five missed calls. Maybe Damien was passed freaked out. I speed dialed his number and he answered on the first ring.

  “Baby, are you okay?” He sounded so concerned and panicked. I was still amazed at how much he cared for me. “I’m emotionally drained, but I’ll be okay.”

  “Sweetheart, you sound like you’re hurting.” He paused for a second. “I’m coming to get you.” I wanted him to but I needed to deal with my emotions alone before I could deal with anyone.

  “Damien I want nothing more than to be in your arms right now. But I need to be alone for a little bit.” Not that I really wanted to, but I needed to.

  “Catalina I hate that you’re hurting, its killing me. I want to know that you’re okay. I need to know that you’re okay.” My heart was breaking. This man was so concerned with my happiness and well being.

  “I will come to you in an hour.”

  He sighed in relief saying, “Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

  “See you soon.” We hung up and I headed to the shower. I let the water get steaming hot and just sat in the shower letting my tears disappear in the water. I let out all my pain and anger, letting the water wash it away. I let the years of pain and silence wash down the drain. Once the tears stopped, I got dressed and headed to Damien’s house.

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  The minute I parked my car Damien was already at the door waiting for me. I kept my sunglasses on to conceal my puffy, red eyes. I knew I looked less than cute at that moment. So hiding was the next best think. Damien pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it was almost hard to breathe. He took my hand leading me to his bedroom without saying a single word. There was no need to talk. We both understood how each other felt. He laid me on the bed and pulled me to his chest, taking off my shades. His face hardened when he saw my eyes. His thumb glazed over my puffy eyes.