Echoes of Passion

by Lucia Jordan

  “I have…” he cleared his throat. “I had my secretary map out a business proposal for you.”

  Why is he talking about his now? She twisted again and his gaze flicked to hers softly. “Trust me, Katie, I’m in a hurry too. But I need you to know that I'm trying to get you work.”

  Katie was shocked. In a hurry too? How did he always know when I was horny? Maybe because you’re always horny, my conscience mocked and I smiled shakily. “Don’t worry about my job. I've applied at several places.”

  He inhaled sharply and sighed as if he was in incredible pain. “Can we talk about this later?”

  She nodded and he stood, extending his hand to her. Gingerly, she placed her fingers in his palm. As soon as she rose up, he slipped his arm around her waist possessively, and guided her forward. Unlike the last time when she had surfaced only when he stripped her clothes off her, she felt everything. Every second was vibrantly alive and as the bedroom door closed behind her, she wrapped her arms around herself.

  She had lain half atop his bed, and he had smacked her. She clenched her eyes shut as her pussy tightened in reply. Then she saw him smiling in aroused satisfaction. After she had screamed and degraded him by escaping his place, he had still wanted her to return. Her knees shook in anger at herself. Tears brimmed the back of her eyes and she turned around, almost slamming into his chest.

  Her eyes wide and shining with tears, she stared up at him. Damon stood shock still, afraid to touch her lest she start bawling again. “Are you okay?” he whispered gently, and as if his hand had its own personal mind, it reached forward to brush her cheeks.

  “I'm so sorry,” Katie said huskily and a tear rolled down her cheek.

  “What? Why?”

  “I'm sorry I did what I did. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just got scared.”

  Damon gawked at her, her young beautiful face twisted in remorse as she attempted to assuage her guilt at feeling unbearable pain at his hands. “Don’t be sorry.”

  Her hands rested on the front of his suit jacket, and instinctively he winced, tightening his muscles, pulling away from her. She tensed and he stilled, letting her hands stay. As he stared into her eyes, the coldness, the ice around his chest melted, until the warmth of her penetrated his core. He bent down, pressing his lips to the lone tear sparking on her flawless cheek. She gasped and her fingers tightened on his suit jacket, scrunching up the lapels.

  His lips, wet and moist, trailed over her cheek, tasting her tears and their saltiness. Katie gasped and her eyes closed as his mouth lingered over the side of her lips, before he placed a chaste peck on her lips.

  Her indrawn breath made her lips part, and Damon’s control snapped. He slanted his mouth fiercely; kissing her in raw, pagan hunger that confused him and made her body go pliant against his. She pressed closer and he traced the opening of her mouth with his tongue, slipping inside, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

  When her tongue timidly reached out to his, he grunted and bit her lip in a fierceness that had come more naturally to him for as long as he could remember. The dominant in him consumed his soul and he bit her lips, plunging and retreating his tongue in the soft confines of her mouth.

  Katie surfaced and opened her eyes as his mouth freed hers an eternity later. They were both breathless, panting, and he was staring at her with an expression akin to shock.

  “What are you doing to me?” he said, shattered at the effect this one sweet girl had on him. He had only met her three days ago, just after letting another submissive go. She should’ve been taking her place, but Katie was forming a new position, a different role that he had never enjoyed nor encouraged.

  Katie waited for him to kiss her again but he just gawked at her. Thinking she might have crossed some boundaries, she attempted to think of an explanation but no words formed in her brain.

  “As soon as I left, I just wanted to come right back, Damon,” she whispered shakily and he groaned, grasping her arms and pushing her away. She gasped as he yanked her sweater off her body, then the black full-sleeved t-shirt she wore underneath.

  Pale pink lace stared back at him and he ogled her breasts. It was so fitting to her personality. The color contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin and he slipped his fingers in the cups, pushing them down.

  Her tits sprung out, full and round, the pink peaks hardened into little buds. “Kneel,” he whispered and she fell to her knees at his feet, shaking, her shoulders shivering. Her face was level with his cock and once again, she found herself aching for a taste of him. She considered asking, but even in her lusty state she knew she was just a submissive, nothing more. She was only here to take orders.

  “What do you want, Katie?”

  She glanced up, her pink lips parted and swollen from his earlier ravaging kiss. “Me?”

  “Yes, you. What do you want? Name it and it’s yours.”

  Katie didn’t wait for an instant. “Can I touch you, please?” she asked and the meekness, the struggle of her words, her groveling was in her eyes.

  Fighting his innate response to just throw her across the floor and mount the back of her thighs – smack her ass until it throbbed and pulsated beneath his gaze – was trampled. He nodded and grated his teeth as she reached for his pants.

  With shaking fingers, she undid his belt then his fly while he stood above her like a lord bestowing his favors upon his peasants. He didn’t stop her; he didn’t have the heart to stop her. She was so unique.

  As soon as she freed his cock, Damon was transported to a place he had never known existed. She stroked the shaft with her small hands. They were slightly cold to the touch but his cock was heated enough to warm them swiftly. She pressed her lips to the head, and a drop of sticky precum met her lips.

  “Unh!” Her soft cry made him clench his eyes shut. She took his cock inside her mouth an inch, then another and another until the head of his shaft was hitting the back of her throat.

  “Fuck!” he groaned, shoving her away and grabbing her arm to throw her face down on the bed.

  He yanked her boots off and then her pants. The pink thong was trapped between her cheeks and he bent over, sliding his tongue over the fabric. Katie panted and pushed her face onto the bed, her pussy opening up in hunger. His finger delved into her crack, extracting the lace and looping it around one cheek. She cried out as his palm landed on her behind with an audible smacking sound. The pain seared a path straight to her pussy, making it throb full of life. She jerked and he smacked her again and again, over both cheeks, alternating and continuous.

  “Oh!”

  His cock, hard and forceful, plunged through her body, separating the lips, appeasing their hunger.

  The heat, the sensation, was too much and her naïve body erupted with a burst of pure bliss. She shivered as he clasped her waist and slammed into her again and again. His balls slapped against her, and even as her orgasm subsided, the sound of his balls continued. They were now drenched with her cum, and created a mess where they landed between her thighs.

  “Katie!” he breathed above her, his cock still pulsating in her core. He had not cum. He clutched her waist tighter, his fingernails digging painfully into the skin. “Katie?” he whispered questioningly, sliding his hands up her back then down. When they traveled up next, his fingers deftly undid the strap of her bra and he bent down. His bare chest covered her back, and his hand forced itself beneath her body, clamping over her tits. They were crushed on the mattress. And with a delighted moan at the intimacy, at the closeness, she lifted her body slightly to make room for his hands.

  He squeezed her tits with excruciating fierceness, and as she screamed at the torture, he thrust into her pussy. His cock was relentless in pursuit of his own orgasm. But he gave and gave until she burst with liquid heat, and shivered beneath him as her toes curled in wanton delights.

  His cum escaped the head of his cock, pooling into her pussy, filling her with his hot seed. Still shaking from the aftermath of her orgasm, she tensed her pu
ssy, trying to suck every last drop of his cum from his shaft.

  He went still and slipped his cock out of her wet, molten confines. Her knees wobbled on the carpet, and reality hit home.

  He had cum inside her. He hadn’t used protection. She lurched straight just as he was about to help her up, and turned on him. “You…you came in me!” she cried accusingly and Damon gaped at her furious expression.

  For the first time in his life, he was speechless. His lips parted and closed as he tried to form a response. There was no response. He had been irresponsible and reckless. He had never risked getting any of his subs pregnant, never fucked anyone without protection. A box full of condoms was right there, two feet away in his bedside table drawer, but he hadn’t even considered putting one on.

  “I…”

  Katie saw his expression and swallowed, lifting onto shaking knees to grab her sweater. “We should’ve used protection.”

  We? “It’s my fault. I forgot.”

  “Well, I didn’t ask you, so it’s my fault too I guess.” The atmosphere had suddenly changed. Damon had never been so awkward after sex. He had never had sex; really, he went on for hours spanking, binding, then paddling his subs, bringing them to orgasm after orgasm before he released his own lust.

  Katie was definitely not his sub.

  “I’ll have to go see a doctor in the evening, don’t you think?”

  Okay. This seems more and more like a relationship. He never discussed anything even remotely important with any of his previous subs.

  “Why do you want to go to the doctor?”

  “To get a prescription,” she said as if he was dumb.

  He did up his belt and pulled on his white shirt, lost in thought. “Prescription for what?”

  Her jaw fell open. “If you’re trying to get me pregnant, telling me would be a better idea!”

  “What?” He laughed at her insane allegation.

  “I have to get something now…pills or whatever. “

  “You don’t need a prescription for that. You can just get the morning after pill at the drugstore.”

  “Oh.” She felt foolish now. That’s what he meant. And she had assumed he was trying to use her as some breeding pen. “I’ll get it on my way back.” She pulled on her boots and Damon gaped at her.

  “Sit down!” he hissed and she stilled, slinking onto the bed. He stood before her, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets in a way that always made her feel like a preschooler in front of a teacher she was terrified of. “Listen up. You and I, if we’re going to do this, we need to trust each other.” When she gawked at him as if he had spoken in French, he pursed his lips and sat down, his weight braced on his toes. “This relationship needs quite a bit of trust. When I’m spanking you, or paddling you,” her face went red at that reminder and he smiled, “you need to trust me with it. Alright?’

  “Mhmm.”

  “Earlier, I assumed you were after employment at my company, now you assumed I was trying to impregnate you!” He exclaimed and Katie couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of their childish assumptions. “I'm not trying to get you pregnant. I just…I lost control.”

  Katie brightened up with a satiated smile. I made him lose control!

  “Secondly, you’re not going to the drugstore, or anywhere right now!” he ordered, standing up again. ‘Were going out for dinner.”

  “We are?” Joy burst to bloom in her chest. Damon was so...incredibly... fascinating.

  “This is a relationship, Katie.” He opened his closet to find a fresh pressed suit. “I take you out to dinner. I try to solve your unemployment problem. And I buy you presents.”

  “And what do I do for you?”

  He tensed, turning to stare at her as if the question had never crossed his mind. Once again, she had shocked him into immobility. “I don’t know. I've never really thought about that.”

  Katie failed to understand how he could’ve gone on with submissives without expecting from the relationship. He couldn’t just give and give.

  Her heart melted at the shock on his face. Knowing full well that he might not welcome her advances, she stepped closer, slipping her hand up over his chest. He ogled her hand and she pressed closer to his chest, lifting her face to his. “Can I bake you more cupcakes?”

  “Sure,” he amended swiftly before he said something stupidly lovey-dovey. She was affecting him in a way that he was trying hard to fight. After considering giving up the dominant-submissive thing just to be with her – just to sleep with her, his conscience reminded him, making him feel dirty and perverted – that he should’ve expected her to affect him some more.

  “Can I take you out to dinner?”

  “No!” he chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss on her cheek. The action shocked him and he inwardly resolved to control himself. She was developing a habit of making him lose all control. He was a dominant. He fed off of control. Or do I? He was uncertain as he observed her heart-shaped face.

  “Why not?” she said jokingly.

  He thought quickly. There was no way in hell he was going to give away that much control. He was the dominant. This is how it worked. “Because you’re jobless.”

  She chuckled and he pushed her away gently, forming a distance from the young, naïve temptress who didn’t even know how seductive she was.

  “Katie?” he asked as she straightened her hair in the mirror. “I asked my secretary to fish out your resume from the company records and it says you’re twenty-seven. How old are you really?”

  “Do I look forty?”

  “No. You look nineteen.”

  “Pfft,” she said blushingly and he grabbed her arm, yanking her onto his chest. Her breath ceased and his heart stopped beating.

  “I'm not corrupting you, am I?”

  The words, said with heartfelt remorse and agony, made her swallow. She shook her head. “No, Damon.”

  Her soft pink lips forming his name again made him bend over and kiss her, devouring her mouth in pagan wanting. She clung to his suit as he sucked it and licked her lips, and their tongues tangled in furious lovemaking of their own. When he finally surfaced, his cock was jutting out of the front of his pants, fighting to be freed. She pressed closer to it and he sighed harshly, pushing her away swiftly.

  “Katie, if you keep doing this, I’ll have to throw you over the bed again.”

  She panted, still breathless from the earth shattering kiss and slipped her arms around his body. Brazenly, her hands covered her hips and she pressed her stomach against his engorged crotch.

  With a grunt, Damon gave up the fight of his loins and his sense. For the next hour, Katie lurched and writhed as he smacked her to his fill, and then poured his load into her wet insides. It was addictive – the knowledge that his cum was washing her insides with his heated sting.

  **

  A week later, Katie hummed softly to herself as she dressed to go to Damon’s place. Life had been a constant whirlwind of surprise after surprise. She gathered the sheets of designs she had been working on and stuffed them neatly into a file.

  The phone rang just as she was about to leave and she yanked it up. It was Brianna.

  “That’s really cool, Katie. You have no time for me anymore!” she complained.

  “I'm sorry. I've been working on new designs for the boutique and I just can’t seem to get enough time. We’ll have lunch together sometime.”

  “Your ‘sometime’ never arrives anymore, Katie. How’s the work coming along anyway?”

  “It’s good actually. Mr. Reynolds, the investor, is a blessing, really. He’s so bright and he has so many ideas that could help our project start successfully. I went to check out a property yesterday for the boutique and it’s just wonderful. I’ll tell you the details later.”

  “How’s Damon doing?"

  “He’s doing well. Actually, I have to run because he’s waiting for me. Mr. Reynolds is due at his place in ten minutes and I don’t want to be late.”


  “Best of luck, Katie,” Brianna said good-naturedly and Katie hung up.

  Ten-minutes later, the elevator doors opened up to the place where she had found so much in the space of days.

  “Hi.” Damon beamed at her and she forgot about everything as was becoming habit. No matter what was bothering her, the sight of his face just dissipated all her worries and she felt light and free. For the first time in her life, she had someone to rely on for help.

  “I come bearing cupcakes,” Katie announced as she placed them on the coffee table and bent down to kiss his cheek.

  Damon had been shocked the first time she kissed his cheek. Now, it had become a tradition. Every time she left and every time she arrived, she kissed him, and he was beginning to look forward to her cheerful entrance and departure.

  He saw the box and opened it hurriedly. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he loved cupcakes. “Store bought cupcakes? Nice, Katie. I'm starting to feel unwanted around here now.”

  She chuckled. “I was going to bake a batch but then got caught up with these designs.” She sulked sweetly, and he popped a cupcake into his mouth.

  “It’s okay. I know you’re busy.”

  “Yeah. It’s such a welcome change,” she beamed, sitting up straighter and taking one cupcake from the box. “After weeks of sitting around watching television, it’s so much better to never have time for anything.”

  “Hm. Not for me either. Cool.” He joked and she chuckled, sliding her arm through his and holding it close. Damon acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, like he always did with Katie. The truth was, she was getting more and more attached to him and he wasn’t used to displays of affection even in the privacy of his home. He enjoyed them. He enjoyed every single thing Katie did or said, and he was just beginning to learn to reciprocate her spontaneous actions.

  “When’s Mr. Reynolds coming?” She glanced at her watch.