Damien tells me I’m an intuitive actress, like I can anticipate his direction before he’s given it. He says it’s because we’re physically intimate and in tune, and that it’s such a turn-on, which makes it better for him than working with the usual air-heads.
And the sex! Oh my God, the sex. Just like with his direction when I’m working, he seems to instinctively pick up on what I need, what I want him to do but am still a little unsure about saying out loud. I might want him to put his hands on me a certain way, or need him to just kiss me in an intimate place that I’m still too uptight to tell him to do outright, but Damien just knows and goes ahead and does it. Damien’s exactly like they say. He’s super confident, tough, can be very aggressive and uncompromising in his dealings with anyone involved in his business. If someone says they’ll do something and then let him down he’s like a dog with a bone, chewing and gnawing until they deliver. And what I’d imagined to be so much hype, Damien’s legendary penis, all true. What’s better is he knows how to use it too, and to top that, he doesn’t just focus on his cock, but takes me to places with his tongue and his fingers that are beyond description. Damien wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to explore my mind as well as my body. When we’re out together enjoying life he talks to me and really listens to what I say. He’s not worried about offending me if our points of view differ, but he won’t try to bully me or put me down just because we don’t see eye-to-eye, instead he challenges me to justify why I hold an opinion on this or that and we discuss our way around issues.
After I agreed to Damien’s sexual contract, and that moment is kind of hazy in my memory, we didn’t actually consummate the agreement fully until Paris. Once it got out that Damien had cast me as the lead in his film the paparazzi went nuts. His history with Jenny Clark and me being her sister had speculation in the media boiling. I was suddenly so busy with preparations for Paris and dodging the flashbulbs that I didn’t have much time to give Damien’s ultimatum much thought. It was something that was just going to happen.
Eventually.
Damien’s workload was huge, and I saw firsthand just what a powerhouse of energy he is, but even as hectic as his schedule was he still paused and gave me some of his personal time when he sensed I needed it.
To keep me protected from the pushy, invasive paparazzi, Damien insisted I stay at his house.
“Your dad doesn’t deserve to get hassled by those arseholes,” Damien said. “Even though he’s Jenny’s dad too, he won’t be able to handle those pricks and their cameras. You can move into my house. I’m fully secure. And don’t worry about the press, we can just tell them the truth, most of it anyway. After all you’ll be moving in for exactly that reason, because the paps are hounding you you’re under my protection.”
When I arrived at Damien’s house I was anxious and nervous and felt like I wanted to throw up. This was it, the time to pay my dues, and what had seemed so sexy and hot in the restaurant suddenly felt like a sacrifice. I was offering myself up to this god in order to further my own ambition. What the hell had I been thinking? Did I really want to get even with my sister so much?
By the time Damien arrived home I’d been in his house for a couple of hours. My nerves were as taut as violin strings, and if he’d touched me right then I would have screeched like the same instrument in the hands of a novice player.
We ate a dinner that Damien cooked himself, and just because I could hardly eat a bite I could still appreciate he was pretty damned good at cooking. He talked to me and gave me the same red wine we’d had in the restaurant, and after a time, to my surprise, with the wine and Damien’s soothing manner, I found myself calming.
OK, you made a deal. Now it’s time to honor your word. Damien’s fulfilled his part of the bargain, so come on, Kylie, pay up. It isn’t like you haven’t slept with a guy before. It isn’t your first time.
But it felt like the first time. It would be the first time I’d slept with a man for any reason besides love.
When Damien went to shower I steeled my resolve to go ahead and sleep with him. Let’s face it he’s got it all, he’s good-looking, independent, tough, as rich as a Rockefeller …
And when he returned, catching me by surprise he was so quiet moving around, all I could do was stare.
Damien obviously worked out. My God, his stomach and chest could have been carved from marble, while his skin had lost the pasty blue-white of the British and was all tanned. And what gorgeous lean thighs and sculpted arms! His butt was taut and tiny and beautiful, but what had me gawking all bug-eyed was the magnificent curve of his erection.