He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to punish her. Damien gave her everything, bringing her to the highest peak before letting her fall back, denying her the pleasure which he had shown her.
“Stop torturing me,” she whispered looking at him, their eyes meeting and he could see how she was struggling to keep herself from falling apart but that wasn’t what Damien was looking forward to.
“But I love torturing you,” Damien said, grinning back at her where she looked frustrated and tired.
“I am not going to run away,” she pleaded, looking at him with a sweet l.u.s.tful look and he pushed his finger back into her core, “Punishment doesn’t end until you tell me what you had in your mind. Come on Penny, I know you want to tell it to me. Don’t you want your desires to be fulfilled?” he asked her. Swirling his hand to press it to her core. Bending down, he bit on the skin where she could see the outline of her hip bones.
Sucking and biting into her skin to hear her hiss in pain before he ran his tongue to soothe it.
“I am waiting,” he said, his eyes meeting hers as he ran his tongue up her body.
Penny thought this was the punishment but she should have known better. He would make her speak out her mind and only then rest the case. His hand reached for one of her b.r.e.a.s.ts and he palmed it before squeezed it, his hands turning rough and she took a sharp breath that came out in gasps with hands ministrations.
She closed her eyes, speaking through her already parted lips, “I…” gulped down the nervousness that had risen again. Damien’s eyes sparkled hearing her ready to let him know about what she wanted him to do. It was important for him to know every inch and part of her. Be it body or mind. She found it hard to concentrate with his thumb that rubbed against her n.i.p.p.l.e.
Her head and her thoughts were muddled up. Damien had made an artwork on her where she could no more think straight. Even without his hands and mouth not on her body she could still feel her skin vibrate just by the memory of it. But right now with his hand playing with her, running circles around her a.r.e.o.l.a before running between the valley of her lips, she stuttered,
“I thought of you kissing me…” she started, his lips twisted hearing this.
“That’s the beginning. What else?”
She tried pleading him with her eyes but the man didn’t budge, “It’s embarrassing,” and just thinking about it made her feel heady.
“I would still like to hear it. No matter how embarrassing or dirty it is,” this shameless vampire, she closed her eyes and then blurted out what was on in her mind. Words spilling out of her mind through her delicate lips,
“I imagined you taking me in your arms. Torturing me more…” she whispered with her eyes still shut that brought a grin on his devil-like lips.
Damien licked his lips, “What else?” he coaxed. He stepped out of the bed, discarding the trouser and getting back to bed. She felt her heart pound in her chest.
Right now, Damien was as n.a.k.e.d as her when he returned back to her on the bed. Penny didn’t dare to let her eyes wander but there was that curiosity. The young curiosity of her mind got her eyes trailing down from his taut body to look at his manhood and she involuntarily sucked in air through her lips. The man was well endowed between his legs.
“What else, mouse?” she heard him ask and she shifted her eyes, trying not to be embarrassed by their complete n.a.k.e.dness. Her hands softly shivering out of nervousness.
“Y-you making love to me,” she blurted further before her face turned red and she then said, “I told you what you wanted to hear, untie this,” she said, her brows furrowed and her face holding anxiousness that he was only going to tease her.
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to torture you? Shall we test it out now? I didn’t torture you to my own heart’s content,” he said, reaching for her hand but instead of loosening it, he leaned to her lips.
Just when his lips could descend and reach her own lips, Penny moved closer to only see him pull away. His expression hauntingly dark and serious playing with her like prey being caught and poking fun at it.
This happened two more times before Damien finally gave her the kiss. She opened up to him like a flower, blooming in his arms as he kissed her passionately. Pecking one more time, he said,
“Relax your body,” Damien whispered into her ears before pulling away from her.
Finally pulling the scarf off her hands, Penny could finally move her hands. Damien went back to settle himself between her legs, pulling her closer by her waist. Taking his manhood, he rubbed it against her entrance and she couldn’t help the m.o.a.n that passed through her lips. The sensation was different than what she felt when he had used his mouth and finger a few moments ago.
One of her hands came to place on her mouth, but the back of her hand covering her mouth but not well enough when he rubbed it languidly, her wetness pooling down in between her legs which made it easier for his length to move. With both their eyes strained and gazing at each other, she tensed when he stopped but Damien this time didn’t give her much time as he pushed himself into her, her cry falling on the walls with the pain she felt for a moment.
Damien pushed into her further, feeling her body tense and letting it relax before he started to push his h.i.p.s back and forth, bringing Penny’s every desire out. The fantasy was a secret part of her mind turning alive and her eyes starting to turn foggy.
