Sociopath's Obsession(51)

My reflection showed a woman who was anything but calm. A shiver ran through me as I heard the door slam, and then Damian entered his room and shut the door loudly. Guess whatever he did to calm down hadn't helped him either.

My nipples hardened against the silk nightgown, which had been placed in the drawer for me. My heart rate sped up as my mouth opened, gasping for breath. Just the idea of him close to me did this. I couldn't go to sleep without healing this conflict between us.

Or maybe I just needed an excuse to see him again. I slowly tiptoed to his bedroom, opened the door, and in a second, his strong arms wrapped around me.

Damian’s mouth crashed with mine as we devoured each other in a hot, deep kiss. He squeezed my ass as I groaned against his mouth.

“Say you want me,” he said harshly and bit my lower lip as my head shook in denial. “No, you don’t? You don’t want me to tie you spread eagle to my bed and put my bloody hands on you?” His words made the thrill of the forbidden slip into every bone as I craved for him to do all of it to me. “Your lush body open for my tongue, fingers, and cock.” His hand fisted in my hair, tipping my head back harshly, and the wetness between my thighs increased. “Do you want it, Sapphire?” He licked the side of my neck, sucking for a second there then nipping my jaw. “This time, you won’t have the excuse of not wanting it. Say it, and this,” his hand gripped his cock through his jeans and rubbed from base to the tip, “will be yours.” I breathed heavily against him. His erection dug painfully into my stomach as—even though I knew it was a mistake—my eyes closed, and I nodded. “Open your eyes, Sapphire,” he snapped. “And say the words. Look at me when you agree to be mine.”

Licking my lips, I whispered, “Yes, I want all—” Damian didn't even let me finish what he demanded as he took my mouth in a punishing kiss, his grip on my nape. Then he maneuvered me up in his arms and, in a few short steps, threw me on the bed in his room, watching me with heavy eyes.

“Take off your clothes. Fast.” I removed my silk nightgown as he opened the bedside drawer and took out four silky bands, a blindfold, and a rope. My heart started to beat faster, but at the same time, my nerves were on high alert. My palms were sweaty, and I had to run them over the sheet to dry them off. “On your back.”

It almost seemed like he found the right string inside me and played it like a virtuoso guitarist. He tied one leg then the other, slowly caressing my skin to make sure the rope wouldn't do permanent damage. Damian then moved to my right hand, lifted it up, tying it securely and repeating the same action with my left hand. Lastly, he covered my eyes with a blindfold and darkness greeted me. My hearing became attuned to every sound in the room.

I heard him take off his clothes and throw them somewhere; his belt buckle made a metallic clunk as it hit the floor. My sex clenched with desire as I waited on his next move. His hot breath blew gently over my core, and he slowly licked my folds up and down. My spine arched off the bed, but he spread his hands on my stomach, pushing me back down while his stiff tongue entered me and his hands moved under my ass to raise it up. My loud moan was probably heard outside.

He French kissed my pussy, and then his lips nipped my clit, sucking on it. Before the sensations could overtake me, he removed his hands and my ass fell. Breathing heavily, my hands fisted as I dreamed of running them through his silky hair. His hands caressed my breasts, weighing them. He licked and blew softly on the hardened peaks. Then he sucked on each one, changing breasts every few seconds while the heat between my legs grew.

Once again, he let go of them, and his lips traveled up my neck in light feather kisses and finally to my mouth. His thumb pressed on my chin, willing me to open it wider, and his tongue entwined with mine in a slow yet passionate kiss, which lasted and lasted and lasted.

Then, I felt it.

His cock was running over my folds from my sensitive clit to the opening and back again.

“Please,” I whimpered, and his hot breath washed over me.

“Please what, Sapphire?”

“You know what!”

“No.” He bit painfully on my neck. “Tell me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you hard on this mattress so you can scream my name.” My head shook from side to side while he kept on torturing me.

“Tell me,” he said, and I gave up.

I was dying without him inside me.

“Fuck me, Damian. Hard.” He pushed inside me to the hilt, stretching me, filling me completely. He moved back and then slammed in. His wild rhythm drove me crazy…more, more, and more. Suddenly, I felt the snap of the silky bands and my hands were free.