Damaged

by Miley Maine

  “There are food and drinks on the table over there. All that I ask is that you don’t eat in the pool, but feel free to swim to your heart’s content.”

  There was a chorus of whooping from Emma’s class and they scurried to set down their bags and jump into the pool. My maid’s two little boys were already swimming around, diving for toys, and some of the children approached them almost immediately.

  “Who are those two?” Emma asked, seeming to get the sense that I wasn’t going to clarify what I had meant earlier.

  “They’re the children of one of my staff members. Lovely little boys. She wanted to see if they could join in and I said yes.”

  “That’s lovely.” Emma looked up at me with that irresistible smile and I almost groaned audibly. Dear Lord, how was I meant to stay away from her? She was just so tempting, just so beautiful. She seemed so perfectly right, and yet I still feared that things wouldn’t work between us. Mainly because of me. She seemed more than eager.

  But I was scared.

  “Shall we join them?” I asked, gesturing to the pool.

  Emma gave it a glance but shook her head. “No, I don’t think I’d want to. They’re all little rascals when they’re playing and I wouldn’t want to get in their way.”

  “What, scared of getting splashed?” I teased.

  “Not necessarily.” She gave me a sly smile. “I just don’t know if a splash war with a bunch of elementary schoolers is my idea of a relaxing Saturday.”

  “Oh, and starting one with me is?”

  “You’re a little different,” she said, looking down at her toes. “Besides, there’s only one of you. Now there’s twelve of them.”

  I looked up to see that my maid’s two boys had indeed integrated into the big group and seemed to be getting along quite nicely with everyone else. They were now all playing the game where they tossed things underwater and dove to get them. The other teachers were taking turns watching intently, making sure that no one got hurt.

  “I’ll have to watch them soon,” Emma said. “We all decided it would be easier if we took half-hour turns.”

  “That’s a great system,” I said. “I can keep you company.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to—”

  “But I want to. And I think that’s what counts right now.”

  This effectively silenced her protests and she just looked up at me with a shy smile. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

  “Want to know a secret?” I asked, feeling a little daring.

  “What is it?”

  I leaned down to whisper in her ear, sensing her shiver as my breath hit her. “I threw this whole thing so that I would have another excuse to hang out with you.”

  Perhaps that was sending the wrong message again, but at this point, I didn’t know if I cared. Maybe I would let things develop. It could be good for me.

  “You know you didn’t have to do that,” she said, looking up at me. “I would have been more than happy to just come over and hang out.”

  “I know, but this way I get two birds with one stone. I make your students happy and I get to spend time with you,” I said with a wink.

  Once it was Emma’s turn to watch the children, the two of us headed over to the post that the other teachers had been taking. I stood next to her as she surveyed the pool scene, reminding myself that I shouldn’t distract her.

  A few minutes in, one of the kids swam up to us.

  “Miss Emma?” she asked.

  “Yes? What is it, Faith?”

  “Are you two dating?”

  Emma’s face went bright red. This attracted the attention of more of the children and they began swimming over to see what was up.

  “Are you? Are you?” they all clamored.

  “Not right now,” Emma replied, clearly trying her best not to stutter.

  “You two would be so cute,” one of the girls said.

  “Gross,” shouted one of the boys.

  “Now that’s not—” Emma began, but she was drowned out by another voice.

  “You two should kiss!”

  “Yes!” the other children agreed. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” they chanted.

  I turned to Emma, seeing that her face was continuing to redden considerably.

  She looked at me with pleading eyes, as if asking me to silence them and tell them off.

  But instead, I found myself doing the unthinkable.

  I leaned forward and kissed her, pressed my lips against hers for a brief moment.

  I told myself that it was to appease the kids, to get them to stop pestering the two of us. But really I wanted to know what her lips felt like. I wanted to know what would have happened had I not refused her kiss the first time she had tried to give it to me.

  When I pulled back, she looked at me with shock, and there was a chorus of “Ewwwwww,” from the children. They quickly went back to what they had been doing before giggling amongst themselves.

  To my surprise, Emma didn’t say anything. Instead, she looked off into the distance as if she was trying to figure out what to say.

  “I hope I didn’t freak you out,” I said. “I figured it was the quickest way to get them to stop.”

  She didn’t reply for a moment, then said, “We’ll talk about this later.”

  I cocked my head, confused. It sounded like she was mad at me, when I thought this was what she had wanted all along. “Are you ma—” I started, but she cut me off.

  “Later.”

  “Okay, we can talk about it later,” I said, feeling suddenly awkward as I stood next to her.

  Had I done the right thing? And what would be the ultimate outcome?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Emma

  I waited until all the kids were safely in the other teachers’ cars and heading back to the school to be picked up by their foster parents. We were able to work it out so that I didn’t have to take any of them back, which I was grateful for. I needed to have this discussion with Vincent, now. I feared that my heart would become too confused otherwise.

  “You wanted to talk?” Vincent said, coming up next to me.

  “Yes.” I turned to him. “Why did you kiss me?” I figured that if I wanted a straightforward answer, I should ask a straightforward question.

  “Why did I kiss you? I told you, I figured it was the quickest—”

  “Don’t give me that excuse, why did you really kiss me? I mean, the other day after you stepped back from me, basically told me you weren’t interested in a relationship. Has something changed?”

  Vincent sighed, sinking down into one of the pool chairs, his head in his hands. “The truth is, Emma, I don’t know. I’ve been scared, confused. I’m really attracted to you, there’s no questioning that. And I think I want to be with you. But I haven’t known if it would be the right thing, for either of us. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You don’t get to make that decision for me,” I said firmly.

  “What decision?” He looked up at me. His eyes were on the edge of tears, all wet and glassy.

  “The decision of whether it’s right for me. That’s something I can decide for myself. All you have to worry about is whether you want this or not. If you don’t, I would ask that you please stop sending me such mixed signals. They’re making it rather difficult to get over you.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  “Don’t want me to what?”

  “Get over me.” His eyes were flaming now and my breath caught at the desire that I saw burning within them. He stood, crossing the short distance between us and pulled me to his strong chest.

  “I want you, Emma. I can see that clearly now. And I may be afraid, but I still want you so badly. I can’t fight it anymore.”

  Without leaving me room to speak, his lips descended to mine, enveloping me in a passionate kiss.

  It was everything I had ever dreamed that it might be. He was so gentle, and also the right amount of rough at the same time. He knew where to rest his hands and how to
fit his lips to mine. He knew how to bite down, how to make me gasp in pleasure and enter me with his tongue.

  It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Perhaps it was the buildup. Perhaps it was the fact that he was just such a good kisser. Either way, I found myself melting against him, craving more of it like he was ambrosia, nectar of the gods.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away for a second.

  “Is this okay? This is more than okay,” I said, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. “I wouldn’t react like that if it wasn’t.”

  He chuckled, a low sound that filled every bone in my body. “That’s what I thought, but I just wanted to make sure. Shall we continue?”

  “Yes, please,” I said. “I’ve been wanting this forever.”

  His hand traveled down to rest against the curve of my ass in a possessive fashion.

  “Have you been imagining this?”

  “And dreaming about it. No matter how much I tried to push them away, you filled my fantasies.”

  “I’m glad to know that you like me that much,” he said, kissing my forehead gently. “I promise you, I’ll make them all come true now.”

  I let out a laugh, because, how could he?

  “What’s that about?”

  “It’s just that, I don’t know if you can. A lot of my fantasies had to do with the books that I was reading. In some, you were a prince. In others, a scoundrel pirate.”

  He smirked, making me shiver with desire. “I’m sure there’s still a way we can make those come true. There is such a thing as bedroom roleplay you know.” He whispered the last part in my ear, his cool breath and the words sending a tingle down my spine.

  “I think I would like that,” I said.

  “I know you would.”

  “Shall we go there then?”

  “Where?” I tilted my head to the side, and he caught my lips in another passionate kiss.

  “The bedroom, of course.”

  I smiled into his kiss, waiting till he had pulled away again to respond. “That sounds lovely.”

  “Does it really?”

  “Oh, you know it does.” I trailed my fingers over his bare chest. “It sounds absolutely wonderful.”

  “I’m glad. Because I want you there, right now, did you know that?”

  “Somewhat.”

  With one smooth motion, he swept me up into his arms, pressing me close to his bare chest and pressing another kiss to my forehead.

  “I hope that you’ll come to know that. How much I want you. How much I desire you. How much I’ve wanted to just kiss you from the moment I met you.”

  “I thought I was naughty for wanting that,” I said. “Wanting you to kiss me seemed like the biggest sin in the world.”

  “Perhaps it is, but now you have me, and I’ll kiss you as much as you want.” He kissed my forehead then and started the walk back to his mansion. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping myself close to his body as he went inside and up the stairs to the second floor where I assumed the master bedroom was.

  The second floor practically was the master bedroom. There wasn’t much to cross between the stairs and the door to it, and then it was expanding before me, this massive room with a massive bed and a beautiful minimalist style of decor.

  “Like what you see?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “It’s really big,” I said as he plopped me down on the bed, still trying to take it all in.

  He winked. “There are other big things here, you know. Would you like to see them?

  My eyes traveled down to where a bulge was clearly outlined at his crotch and a smile crossed my face.

  “Certainly looks big.”

  He kissed me firmly. “The biggest, I promise.”

  I laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a promise you can easily keep.”

  “Well then, the biggest you’ll ever get, how about that?”

  “I like that,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me. The words held a sense of promise beyond the bedroom, the idea that maybe we would be the last people we would ever need. I liked that idea. I knew that I didn’t know him well enough to make that judgment yet, but I really wanted him to be the one. He was already such a good friend. I knew he would make an even better lover.

  Vincent untangled himself from my arms momentarily, standing in front of me and giving me a smile that made me want to pay attention to his every move.

  “Watch me, baby,” he said.

  I reclined in the bed, hands creeping towards the throbbing sensation before he gave me a sharp look.

  “I’ll take care of that in a moment. I want your whole attention on me.”

  I shivered at the words. They were so possessive, but I found that I liked that. He played the scoundrel well.

  Vincent slipped his fingers under the waistband of his swim shorts, and slowly slide them down his legs, then stepped out of them, revealing the long length of his cock.

  I gulped involuntarily. It was beautiful, shining in the light of the setting sun coming in through the windows, but it was also large now that it was fully extended. I didn’t know how I would fit all of it in me.

  He gave a little laugh, as if reading my mind. “Don’t worry, you can fit it. I know you can.”

  I supposed I would find out soon enough.

  “Will you give me a show now, baby?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at my body splayed out on the bed. “I want to see you slide that bikini off like the sexy little creature you are.”

  I blushed, but part of me knew he was right. I had always had more of a drive deep within me and some of those instincts were coming out now.

  I didn’t usually get with people like Vincent. At this point in my life, I didn’t get with people in general. I kept my fantasies to my books and lived as quiet a life as I could.

  But Vincent brought out that other side of me, and it was one that I couldn’t ignore anymore. So I slid off the bed and stood, making sure to keep a smoldering point of eye contact with him as I did so.

  A half-smile gracing my face, I started to sway my hips in the way they had wanted to for a while. In circles they went, keeping Vincent’s eyes squarely on me, as I slid my fingers under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. Keeping eye contact, I bent to slide them down, then stepped out of them and sent him a little wink.

  I ran my fingers up the length of my body until they rested on my breasts. I circled them several times, making sure that he was watching intently as I continued to touch them. Then I undid the neck strap, letting the bikini top fall down and reveal my perky breasts. I untied it from behind, letting the whole thing drop to the ground, and then stepped away from my discarded swimsuit.

  “What do you think?” I asked in a sultry voice.

  He raised his eyebrows, giving me another good look over. “I think that I got so lucky to have someone as beautiful as you in my bedroom right now. And wow, you definitely know how to move. You’ll have to dance for me sometime.”

  He crossed the room in several long strides, pulling me against him so that his cock pressed against my throbbing vagina, making me gasp.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “I can’t wait to take you. All of you. I’m going to make you mine.”

  The words sent more shivers down my spine and increased the heat that was building deep within me. I liked it when he talked to me like that, talked of claiming me like that. It pushed all of the right buttons in my mind.

  “Please,” I said.

  “Please what?” he teased. “Say it for me, Emma. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “I want you to make me yours. I want to be yours, wholly.”

  “We can arrange for that.”

  He set two firm hands on my waist, then lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  “You’re wet, my dear,” he said and I blushed, realizing it was true. I was probably smearing myself all over his abs.

  I made a move to unwra
p my legs but he stopped me with a quick look. “No need for that, my dear. I want you here right now. The fact that you’re wet is a good thing and nothing to be ashamed of.”

  I stopped, letting him capture my mouth in another kiss as he walked us back towards the bed.

  I arched my neck as he traveled down to my jaw, then to my neck, nipping and sucking at it in a way that I knew I’d have to cover later. It was all in spots that were easy to cover, so I knew he was being considerate, and it made me throb even more at the thought of a mark letting me know that I was his, now, and into the indefinite future.

  “That’s right baby, let me know you’re liking it,” he said, and I realized that I’d been letting out little moans. It felt so good that I couldn’t help it. There was no controlling it, not for me.

  He let me down slowly onto the bed and spread my legs gently with the palms of his hands as he smirked down at me.

  “God, I want to do so much to you right now,” he said. “I wish we had forever and half, just to ourselves. Just you, me, and this bed. Then I could show you all the ways I know how to make you moan and gasp and scream.”

  “We’ll have to make do with what we have then,” I said.

  “You’re right,” he said. “So I’ll see how many of those sounds we can discover tonight, marking the start of our journey. Is that what they’d say in one of your books?”

  “Something like that.” I let out a little laugh that turned into a gasp as he lowered his mouth to my inner thigh, applying kisses and bites to the sensitive skin.

  “You like that, don’t you baby?”

  “I do, I do,” I gasped.

  “Good, then I’ll keep going.” He continued to kiss up the inside of my thigh, making me squirm with delight and clench at the sheets as he got closer and closer to the source of that throbbing sensation.

  “I want to make you so happy,” he said. “And I know that I could do it easily with just my mouth, but I want your first orgasm from me to come from my cock.”

  “Please,” I moaned. “I just want you.”

  “I know you do, baby.”

  He stood, gently pressing my legs apart with the palms of his hands before angling himself to the correct position and thrusting into me. God, it felt so heavenly.