"Mm, mm, mm. Not yet, Ms. Adams. We're going to do this right," he says and tosses my vibrator onto the bed. He removes his coat and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a maroon tie.
"Lift your head," he murmurs as he walks over to me. I do as he says and he wraps it around my head, covering my eyes.
"Can you see anything? Be honest... it'll ruin the fun if you lie."
"Nope, nothing."
"Good," he says, and then I hear nothing. Not him walking, or breathing... just silence. Finally I hear him sigh and I turn my head to hear him better. He's still beside me... I think. I feel him run his fingertips slowly down my inner right thigh.
"As much as I love this lingerie... I'm going to have to buy you a new set..." he says and I lift my head, trying to follow his voice as he walks around the bed.
"Why?" I ask just before I feel the cool metal of scissors press against my stomach. He slowly slides it under my coresetted top and I hear it cut through the material before sliding further up my abdomen. Once he's cut all the way up to my breasts, he slides his hand under my butt and lifts, arching my back so he can remove the cut lingerie. He slowly lies me back down on the bed, and moves to my thong. He cuts each side along my hip and pulls it out from under me.
"There... now you're perfect," he murmurs and I hear his slow exhale. Again, he disappears for a moment. I tilt my head around, trying to pick up any sound, but I hear nothing.
I hear the click of my vibrator and the unmistakable buzz. My stomach tightens involuntarily as I feel myself becoming more and more wet. Damien lightly presses the tip of my vibrator against my clit. I gasp and my body jerks at the contact. He pulls it away and slowly slides it against me, until he lightly presses it against my clit again. My hips jerk up to meet it, and he pulls away.
"Shhh, Jane. Calm down," he whispers and I bite my lip. He kisses me hard before I even realize that he's moved. "Now stop. You're going to destroy those perfect lips."
I feel the bed shift and then I feel the vibrator against me again. He slowly slides it in less than an inch, and I moan. He pulls it back out and I groan at him.
"You're such a tease..." I say and I feels his lips against my clit. He sucks softly and my hips jerk again. My stomach tightens and my breathing quickens as he sucks again. He slides the vibrator in me again, further this time.
"Fuck, Damien...." I moan and I feel him smile. He slowly pulls the vibrator out and pushes it back in, creating a rhythm with his sucking.
I can feel it building inside me, but I can't move to relieve the ache. It's intense... too intense... I can't take it. I'm being pulled in a million different directions until I finally fall. I'm spiraling for what seems like forever. Damien slowly pulls me back by kissing his way up my stomach. He sucks on each nipple softly before continuing up to my neck. He runs his tongue along my jawline and blows softly, sending chills down my spine and spreading goose bumps across my body.
"How was that?" He whispers in my ear as my breathing starts to slow.
"Mmm..." I murmur and I feel his laugh.
"Too bad we're not done yet..." He kisses me passionately, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I pull against my handcuffs; I want to touch him.
"So eager, Ms. Adams...." he says softly as he pulls away from me. I feel him get off of the bed, and then hear only what I think is clothes moving.
"Damien?" I call softly and I feel just his fingertips against my flushed and sensitive skin.
"I'm right here, love."
I feel the handcuffs around my ankles go slack and I lift my head.
"What're you doing?"
"Be patient," he answers quietly and I feel the bed shift again. I feel the head of his cock against me and I push my hips toward him. I wrap my legs around his waist and he holds my hips up as he kneels in front of me.
"Ready?"
"Yes..." I say, my voice all breath.
He slowly pushes into me and he groans.
"Holy shit..." he says and slowly pulls back before sliding back in.
"Damien," I say as I swivel my hips.
He slowly starts to quicken his pace; soon we're both panting and sweating. I pull hard against my restraints and moan.
"I wanna see you." He reaches up and slowly pulls the tie from my eyes. I blink against the brightness of the room and smile when I see him. I watch his abs contract as he thrusts into me. I try not to look at the scar that ruins his perfect body. I look back up at him and he's staring at me.
"Jane," he says and stills as he pours himself into me. I feel his load shoot into me and I fall with him.
I open my eyes, and outside is very dark, but the room is still bright. Damien is asleep half on me, half on the bed. I try to sit up, but realize I'm still handcuffed to the bed.
"Baby?" I call softly and he stirs,"Damien... Wake up, baby." He slowly opens his eyes and smiles a lopsided grin.
"Hi."
"Hi... Can you please unlock these?" I ask and pull against the cuffs.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"No problem, I'm just getting stiff."
"I know the feeling..." He says and raises one eyebrow at me.
"Oh. my God, Damien!" I say and we both laugh. "You're such a child, sometimes, I swear."
He unlocks the cuffs and I pull my arms down. I have bruises around each wrist, but they don't hurt.
I look over at him and lightly touch his cheek with my fingertips.
"I missed you," I whisper and he leans into my hand.
I straddle him and slowly run my fingers through his hair. He watches me as I run my fingers over his skin, but he says nothing. I run my fingers down his chests, over his muscles. I lightly touch his scar and his lips part slightly.
"Is this ok?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. He nods slowly and I lean down to kiss it. My lips barely touch his skin, but it's my undoing. I cannot stop the tears as they begin rolling down my cheeks. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him, rolling so I'm cradled in his arms. We lie on our sides, facing each other. We say nothing for a long time, we just lie together.
"I love you," I whisper and I feel his sharp intake of breath.
"I love you," he whispers back and pulls me further into his chest.
I wake a few hours later and the room is dark; he must have gotten up after I fell asleep and turned off the light.