Another night while I was playing with Leah in my room, I suddenly broke a nail. I had very long fingernails, and as I was reaching for Leah, I bent my pinky, and my nail broke. It was so painful that I cried.
I checked it out and saw that it was broken halfway, and the break was deep. I knew I had to pull the rest of my nail to detach it from my finger.
With my other shaking fingers, I pulled the rest of the nail off my pinky. I could see that some skin was pulled off too. It hurt even more, and I cried more. It was pretty bloodied.
I quickly picked Leah with my other hand and went downstairs to Damian.
Damian was in the dining room. He was sitting with paperwork in front of him. He looked up when he realized I was approaching. Taking one look at my crying face, he came to me.
“Kat, Baby girl. What happened? Why are you crying?” He asked me quickly as he came to me.
I just showed him my pinky. Blood was dripping from it.
Damian was horrified by the sight. He took Leah from me, put her in the pen, and returned to me.
“What happened, Baby girl?” He asked again while taking my pinky in his hand. Even him touching my pinky gently hurt, and I winced.
“I broke it; then I pulled the rest off.” I sobbed.
Damian left me to take some Betadine and Band-Aid. While he was gone, I looked at my pinky again and pressed on it. More blood oozed out from the wound.
He came back and fussed around, telling me to be more careful, even telling me to cut my other fingernails so this wouldn’t happen again.
I let Damian take care of it. He took some tissues and wrapped them tissues around my pinky, and pressed them. I winced and sobbed because of the pain.
“Try to endure the pain for a while, Baby girl. I’ll try to finish this as gently and as soon as possible. It won’t be as painful once I’ve finished tending to it.” He said, assuring me.
It took him some time to stop the bleeding. He pressed my pinky one last time to check if it would still bleed, but no blood came out. I thought he was going to clean the blood off with water, but instead, he sucked on my pinky.
I gasped as I felt his mouth around my pinky. His warm mouth kept sucking my pinky, and his tongue even licked my pinky with each suck. My eyes, as usual, widened, my heart started to race, and my mouth opened slightly apart. I couldn’t control my reactions. I looked at him, then at his mouth that was sucking my finger.
Damian didn’t notice my reaction as he was busy tending to my wound. At last, he put Betadine over the wound, put a Band-Aid over it, and told me again how I should be more careful. He looked at me, and I knew that he saw my reaction then.
His hand reached toward my chin to pinch it gently as he looked deep into my eyes, searching mine. His expression was full of desire. I couldn’t say anything. I looked in his eyes and at his lips again.
In a second, his lips crushed mine. He sucked my bottom lip, and his tongue darted inside my mouth. I moaned at the touch of his tongue against mine. His kiss was deep, full of yearning, just like after playing the piano.
He kissed my cheek, traced my jaw with his tongue, and kissed my neck.
“Damian..” I moaned as I tilted my head sideways, giving him more access to kiss my neck.
He picked me up while sweeping away his paperwork, placing me on the dining table. He growled as he tore my shirt. My breasts were now exposed to him. He kneaded both my breast as I moaned even harder.
I placed both hands on the dining table, supporting myself so he could play with my breasts.
Him kneading my breasts was all I could take until he played with both nipples. I nearly lost it. I arched my back more, and he seemed to know what I wanted. He suckled one of my nipples while rolling the other with his fingers. His tongue and fingers moved in sync with each other.
“Oh God, Damian. More..” I pleaded as I moaned.
He took both my hands and slowly lowered me to the table. I was now lying down. He kissed my whole body forcefully. He was not gentle at all. It was as if he had waited for so long to touch me.
He kept kissing and touching my body, but I wanted more.
“More, Damian. More.. Please..” I begged him shamelessly as I opened my legs for him.
He slid my panties down and was about to touch my sensitive spot, but he hesitated. I was so lost in the moment that I raised my bum, wanting him to touch me.
I opened my eyes to look at him. “Damian.. Please..” I whispered lustfully.
That was when he lost control. He touched me and rubbed my clit. Slowly at first, and harder and harder. I moaned and moaned until I came hard.
He inserted his fingers, moved them around, and found my G-spot. I gasped at the sudden pleasure.
“Damian.. More.. Please. Please. Please,” I begged him again.
He moved his fingers inside me, putting pressure on my G-spot, and I exploded again.
"Shit, Baby girl," I heard him curse.
He then unzipped his trouser, taking out his erection. He roughly pulled my hips toward him, rubbing his tip against my wetness.
Just as he was about to enter me, he stopped, stepped back, and zipped up his pants.
“I’m sorry, Baby girl. I can’t,” he said as he yanked me against his body and hugged me forcefully.
I was lost. What happened? Why didn’t he make love to me? Why did I even want him to make love to me? Oh God, I was just about to betray Rai. I was lucky that Damian stopped. What if he didn’t stop? Oh my God.
The thought of me betraying Rai made me cry, and Damian noticed it.
“I’m sorry, Baby girl. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done all of that. Please forgive me.” He told me.
I knew I loved Rai, but why did I want Damian too? I always hated two-timers. Some of my ex-boyfriends two-timed me, even with my best friends, and it broke my heart. Whenever I was in a relationship, even if I was close to my ex-boyfriends’ friends, I was never attracted to any of them; I only had eyes for my partners. So why couldn’t I resist Damian? What was it about him that could affect me this badly?
I was such a bad girlfriend to Rai, and I cried harder. Damian soothed me until I calmed down. He told me it was not my fault but his. At that moment, I believed it. It was not my fault. If Damian hadn’t kissed me, none of it would have happened. I blamed it on Damian, not wanting to feel at fault.
After that incident, we acted as if nothing had happened. Nothing changed except for the strong sexual tension between us. Our relationship was just the way it used to be. We joked around, we touched in non-sexual ways, and we had fun with Leah.