[15]

"Please." Miya felt a bit dizzy. She had her eyes closed. Her hands were clenched so tightly that she could feel her nails scraping her palms. It was so overwhelming that she began to lose control of her body. "Sir, please stop." She tried to speak while holding back her racing heart.

But Damian wasn't listening. He kept going, sliding the tip of his tongue into her increasingly wet opening. His two big hands held Miya's thighs apart. He gave Miya's shapely rear end a little nudge, just above the edge of the pool.

"Mr. Sawyer," Miya felt a stirring that made it increasingly difficult for her to breathe normally. She wasn't thinking about what they were doing outside anymore. It was obvious, right? But... Miya had to stop Damian in his tracks. Just for a moment, though.

"Sir." Miya was breathing heavily, and her face was flushed. One of her hands was pulling rather firmly on Damian's dark curls. She lifted the other hand to look at Damian's face. It was tough, but Miya managed to do it.

The sensation that had been disrupting her senses momentarily ceased. She automatically tried to close her thighs, which were still open.

"You think you can do this to me, Miya?" Damian asked, licking his lips. The taste down there left Damian wanting more. But the pleasure was interrupted, replaced by Miya's flushed face. The girl's breathing also seemed a bit irregular. Her chest was also rising and falling erratically, along with her irregular breathing.

"Do you know what the consequences might be?" Damian looked at Miya with a look that said he was unhappy.

"I'm sorry, sir." Miya started to shake with fear. Her eyes also seemed to show that she was afraid Damian was being rude to her. The man could do anything because he looked the part—cruel and merciless. That's what Miya assumed. "You asked, but I didn't get a chance to speak."

Damian was still looking at Miya, his gaze intense. "I just shut one of your mouths, Miya. Not both."

Miya's hand, which had been on Damian's head, began to move away slowly. And the hand that had been touching Damian's face was now moving away from his skin. Miya turned her face away because of that remark. She felt her face heating up quickly. Oh my God! Miya really didn't understand Damian's way of thinking and had no idea that what he'd just said was direct. It wasn't. His actions this afternoon was also bold and out of place.

"How long do I have to wait for your answer?" Damian glanced back at Miya's uncovered body. It looked tempting, and Damian was keen to get on with the next part of the project.

Miya closed her eyes again, biting her lower lip firmly. To answer Damian's question, she needed to think carefully so that the answer she gave would make sense and stop Damian's actions in the pool for a moment. Miya was tempted to get rid of the next activity Damian could do on top of her, but that dirty thought flashed in her head.

Miya was affected by what Damian did earlier, even if she didn't show it.

"Is it okay to swim in a bikini? I feel freer in the water. Besides, it's great weather for a bikini by the pool, don't you think?" Miya said in one breath.

"Desi!"

The voice was loud and authoritative. It was like lightning striking on a sunny day. It was intimidating, like it was a warning in itself that if anyone contradicted that voice, there would be some pretty serious consequences.

"Yes, sir." Who was asked to be Miya's right-hand woman, approached. She stood with her eyes downcast, but Miya could see the fear in them. Let alone Desi, Miya was so taken aback that she wanted to avoid Damian at all costs.

The man in front of Miya had a rather unsettling appearance. There was a palpable dark aura around Damian, which made Miya tremble. The girl felt completely frozen in place. On top of that, she was in a position she thought was really embarrassing. Her thighs were spread as wide as possible, with no covering between them, in front of Damian.

"If Miya is wearing a bikini, the area near her should be kept clean. I prefer not to have mine being noticed by others. Do you understand?" Damian's voice is low but firm and authoritative. This is non-negotiable and needs to be done right away. This applies to everyone. If anyone didn't follow orders, they knew what would happen next.

Damian's words also had a surprising effect on Miya. Her horsehair bristled, especially at the word "mine," which seemed to be given special emphasis in Damian's tone. This made Miya realize even more that everything in her life belongs to Damian.

That was until their contract ended.

"Yes, Mr. Sawyer."

Damian motioned for Desi to step aside. Once Desi had gone, Miya felt a sense of relief. Thankfully, Damian didn't give her any punishment. Miya's sigh went unnoticed.

"Don't you think it's over, Baby Girl?"

Miya blinked, returning Damian's gaze that was now back on her. She also noticed that Damian was still holding her legs. Keeping them open.

"As I said, if my wounds are healed, you should be ready."

Miya's eyes were a golden brown, perfectly round. "You want to do it now?"

Damian's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Aren't you the one who challenged me? To pay more attention to my body?”

Miya was getting more and more flustered. This was especially the case when Damian leaned in and whispered softly in Miya's ear. "I'd like you to get pregnant soon, Miya. Wouldn't that be good for you too?" He finished with a soft kiss on her earlobe.

It made her even more distressed. She grabbed Damian's shoulder as a way of dealing with the feelings that came back to her. The kiss gradually transformed into a light tap on the nape of her neck. The kisses gradually moved in a steady stream. A bit tempting, if I'm honest. This only made Miya feel even more helpless.

Without realizing it, her head lifted. Giving Damian full access to explore. The kisses started off light but soon became more passionate. Damian's tongue also teases Miya's slender neck. Damian has been holding back his desire since Miya first came to the mansion, so he keeps going without stopping.

Unfortunately, he was injured. But it was worth the wait during the recovery period.

"Should I keep going here?" Damian asked, still tracing Miya's neck and shoulder blades with light kisses. "Or we could go to your room, Baby Girl?"

"Ro-room, Mr. Sawyer."

"I don't like that nickname, Baby Girl." Damian bites Miya's neck rather hard. It ended with a rather forceful puff, leaving a reddish trail that wouldn't go away in a day. Miya's whimpers go unnoticed by Damian, who is now more excited than ever about coloring Miya's neck. Damian couldn't resist, it was just too delicious. That neck was so tempting.

"You can call me Damian." The man took a step back. On purpose. He paused his touch, which had made the girl he had trapped catch her breath again. Miya's face turned red again. The look in her eyes also seemed to show that she was resigned to what Damian was doing. What else could Miya do at this point?

"But…" Miya didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because the ledge she was standing on was suddenly taken away. Miya was silenced by a kiss that was very demanding and didn't pause, forcing her to quickly follow the rhythm. She felt excited by the kiss.

It was a totally new experience for Miya. What... kissing a grown man like this?

And what Miya hadn't counted on was for Damian's fingers to start exploring the thigh that was still open. He gently caressed her from her groin to the part he had played with earlier. That touch made Miya's eyes widen and she instinctively tried to close her thighs. But Damian was always on the lookout for how the girl's body was responding to his control. He'd learned that he could always get women to submit to him just by touching them.

"Oh my!"

Miya was unable to tolerate it. When Damian pauses the kiss, which was meant to be a quick breather, Miya moans as he teases her womanhood with his fingers.

"You're already soaking wet, sweetheart." Damian lets out a little chuckle. His fingers moved around even more inside Miya's tight opening. It's wet. Warm and welcoming. This just makes Damian even more eager to make a mess of Miya.

"Sir, I... Ahhh..."

Damian didn't just put one finger inside, he put two. In and out, in and out, with a rhythm that made Miya's breath catch. Miya held on to Damian's shoulders with both hands. "Hmm... Mr. Sawyer ..."

"Call me by my name." Damian's fingertips were becoming more and more intense. As the sensations continue to wash over her body, Miya lets out another sigh and moan.

Miya bites her lower lip. She was looking at her relaxed-looking colleague. Her face was still as flat as when they first met. The only wrinkles on her forehead were few. Damian was looking at Miya with a serious gaze.

"D-Damian."

The man smiled and then went back to silencing Miya's slightly swollen lips. This time, the girl had to work much harder to keep up. Damian's fingers kept up the pace, setting a rhythm that further agitated Miya. In between kisses, Miya's sighs and moans sounded seductive to Damian.

That is, until..

"AAARRRGGHHH!" Miya's body shook with pleasure. Damian's fingers were the first to make her climax. Oh my goodness! Miya was completely at Damian's mercy. She was starting to wonder how red her face was going to be this afternoon.

"Keep up with me, Baby Girl. I'm not going to let this phase you." Damian easily made his way to the edge of the pool. In one motion, he carried Miya bridal style. "I want to do this all day with you."

Amid the rage of pleasure Miya was still feeling, she was still able to think clearly and digest Damian's words. "I could die if I had to keep up with you all day."

Damian chuckled. “No way, Baby Girl. But I guess dying from enjoying our game too much wouldn't be so bad.”