I lay against Damian's chest, his heartbeat steady like the man. On the other hand, my heartbeat was still speeding. His hand was close to the crack of my bottom, his fingers slowly twirling circle shapes.
It was the quiet after the storm as made obvious by the various sex toys strewn around the room. It was the only romantic side I got from him.
"You know, you're going to ruin me," I said, still feeling the sting of my ass. I had been deliberately stubborn tonight earning me an adequate spanking.
His chuckle vibrated through his chest, caressing my cheek and sending shock waves through me. "I aim to please, Mon Cherie,"
I lifted my body to look at him, his eyes penetrating mine even in the dark room. He was perfect, my perfect. Whenever he smiled at me, I could see it in his eyes. No one else got to see that, because even though our agreement forbade it, I was in love with him. I wanted to kiss him, again and again.
"Don't look so smug," I said hitting his chest lightly.
"No?" He leaned in, and whispered in my ears, "All I heard just now is you want more,"
"Damien… No…,"
He cut me off with his mouth over mine, tasting and demanding all at once. Despite my weak attempt at protesting, he was right, I wanted more of him. I moved closer to him, as I always did. I never said no. Even if I wanted to, my own body would betray me.
Damien knew my body, knew the spots that would get me to beg him, knew the parts that would frustrate me. He turned me away, my back facing him, and entered swiftly into me aided by the wetness from before.
He groaned and wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my head backward to give him better access to me. He rammed into me quickly, without a particular rhythm. His groans mixed with my moans and screams.
I felt the moisture inside me leak out, his movement got faster and I knew he was close to his own explosion. So as not to be left behind, I slid my fingers inside me, helping me along. He slapped my fingers away quickly and slid out of me.
"No…," I moaned in disappointment. Not now, Damien.
"Come on, ride me," he laid on his back and waited for me to climb over him. Even when he was concerned about me finishing, he would still be demanding about it. I pinned his body down with mine and took him. I used him for my release, my breasts bared in his face. As I got closer, he sat up, still inside me, took a nipple in his mouth, and held on to me tightly. We exploded in each others' arms, our breaths ragged.
"Do you ever get tired of being in charge?" I asked when he pulled back to catch his breath, my own body finally coming down from my high.
"I love the way you beg, I wouldn't trade it for anything,"
"Maybe someday, I won't beg anymore." We both knew that wasn't true.
"I would love to see that day," he said chuckling, an arrogant smile on his face. He knew what he could do to me and knew how much I loved it.
A few minutes later, in the still-dark room, he sat at the edge of my bed, dressing up, his cufflinks glittering. I watched him silently, hoping he would stop leaving just moments after we were done with sex. We could have proper conversations like a normal couple, and have dinner together.
"Stay," I whispered but loud enough for him to hear.
He paused for a minute like he was thinking about the proposition. "I can't. We both know that's dangerous. Besides I have an appointment and I also have to be at the airport first thing in the morning."
"Right, I forgot. Iron Man,"
He smiled again before continuing, "It's safer this way, Sofia. You are safe,"
"You don't know that… I may like danger," I argued.
"You only think you do," he countered bringing out his phone from his pocket.
"How would you know? You don't know me. We don't talk, we have never had a date, all I am is your booty call,"
His lips thinned as he tapped his phone and right afterward, my own phone buzzed on the nightstand. I knew what it was. He was sending me money again. "Go out, buy yourself something pretty, and pretend that's me apologizing,"
"your sense of timing is impeccable."
He turned, his expression softening. "Sofia—"
"It's okay, you can leave," I interrupted, setting the phone down on the nightstand. "I know you care, I know it's for my own safety, I know you didn't just pay me like some hooker you picked up by the roadside."
"Sofia!!!"" he shouted, apparently losing his patience with me. "We had an agreement before all these began. You agreed to this! I didn't force you, I didn't beg you. I am not paying you for sex, I am just holding up my end of the agreement."
"Right." I leaned back against the pillows. "I'll see you next weekend,"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was right though. I did agree to the relationship. But in my defense, at the time, I was shit broke and I did have a crush on my boss.
He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to my forehead, "Get some rest," he said quietly and turned and walked out the door. A few minutes later, I heard car doors slam and cars pulling off my driveway.
I stared at the closed door for a long time, I picked up my phone and saw the deposit notification. Fifty thousand. Higher than last week but not the highest I have received. Tears slipped from my eyes as I felt no less than a cheap whore.
"You're going to ruin me, Damien Blackwood," I whispered into the empty room.