Chapter Three

Maya's POV

"Get on the bed!" Damon groaned, lowering his head to place a kiss on my belly button, then inched closer between my breasts. I was panting by the time he got to my throat, before he settled his lips on mine.

My body obeyed him without any hesitation, my back flat on the mattress, heat rising in places they had never before; between my knees, my neck and my nipples. "You're so beautiful," he moaned against my lips, his body angled partially on top of mine, his erection pushing against my hip. "Can you feel that, Maya?" He asked, moving my hands to his throbbing cock. "This is what you're doing to me."

I bit my lips nervously and dug my toes into the bed, hoping to fight the ache between my legs. "Is it going to hurt?"

"Yes." He brushed his fingertips across my breast, leaving me quaking with desire. "But I will try to go slow."

Without giving me a chance to respond, Damon slammed his lips over mine. His big bulge rubbing against my hip grew bigger when I ran my fingers down his chest. A deep moan escaped our lips at the same time, pleasure ripping through me.

His kiss was not fast or hot, it was almost like he was caressing my lips. My mind tried to figure out why I loved his sensual kiss so much but my body was demanding for more.

"Has anyone ever played with these tits, Maya?" Biting my lips, I shook my head. "No one."

"No one?" I nodded. His palm grabbed my left breast gently, squeezing it with care. "Do you want me to play with them?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Yes?"

"Yes, daddy."

Damon nodded, his sensual lips curving slightly. He examined my body like it was a prized toy. "Your tits are so beautiful and they are mine."

He lowered his mouth to my breast, circling my nipples with his tongue. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it delicately while pinching the other one and I writhed beneath with pleasure.

Lifting his body, he positioned himself between my thighs, widening them in one precise move. I could feel my wetness dripping down as he parted my legs even further. I was bare and fully exposed to him but that didn't matter to me. Because I wanted him to take me. I needed him to.

"Daddy." My mind was buzzing with a thousand dirty thoughts. "You made me so wet."

"Oh, I'm well aware." he slapped my ass cheek. "That's one of the things that's making my cock so hard."

With a low moan, he lowered himself and thrusted inside of me. But he was too big for me. It took several slow thrusts to widen me enough to accept his huge shaft, pain invading my core and limbs as he filled me.

His movement hurt but teased me at the same time. My thighs trembled and more heat rushed to where our bodies joined. Even though there was a slight pain, I couldn't help but bury my fingers into his lower back and pull him tighter.

Damon inhaled. "You're so wet and tight. Don't fucking move or I'm going to hurt you."

"I don't know how to," I responded, moving my knees to welcome him even deeper. "The pleasure is too much. Please."

"Damn it, Maya," he said into my neck. "Tell me to go slow. Tell me to fuck you gently."

"No," I gasped. "I need you, Daddy," I whispered, teasing him with my inner thighs.

Something came over him instantly and his eyes glimmered with desire. One of his hands lifted and wrapped around my throat. "I'm going to pound you so hard," he rasped, squeezing. "Do you understand that?"

My expression was a mixture of innocence, understanding and budding desire. "Yes, daddy."

Eyes locked on each other, Damon started fucking me. I didn't know the pain would be so great—and yet so suddenly gone. I didn't know pleasure could be so intense and raw.

My heart skipped, hammering loudly in my chest, as I stared at his handsome face. I had been bold and daring enough to tell him how much I wanted him, and this was my reward.

Our hot, naked bodies twisted and moved together, sweaty, hard, and sliding. He filled me in a way I had never imagined, deeper with each thrust.

My hands clawed their way down his back, eventually grasping his hard backside. I felt new tension within me, coiled and ready to spring.

I could feel the tightness in his muscles and hear his raspy pant of breath, and I knew he was struggling to keep his body under control.

And I was making him do that. I was the one who drove him insane with desire. Me. Plain, shy, Maya.

But I was no longer that girl. He'd transformed me. Or I had changed because of my needs. In any case, I had become the woman I had always known I was meant to be. Brave. Reckless. Even a little sinister...

As he drove inside me, filling me to the core, straining me to my breaking point, his eyes closed and his lips parted in a wordless moan.

"You like that?" He asked, sweat trickling down his back. "Tell me you like that!"

"I love that daddy!" A snarl rose from the back of his throat as I whimpered. He thrust more roughly inside me, riding me faster and deeper, pushing my back hard against the bed.

It became a deeper pleasure as he increased his pace. As my hips lifted to meet each powerful thrust, our entangled bodies knotted in desperate passion, grasping each other fiercely.

The new pleasure soared, rising and exceeding the previous one. It was deeper, different, and more precise than before. I clung to his shoulders for my dear life as the pleasure grew so intense it was almost unbearable.

Finally, it exploded within me. Sucking in air, I threw back my head and screamed with delight as I exploded over all him, not caring about who might hear us.

I heard his low, deep, moan at the same time, and I knew he was close. He slammed inside me with one final deep thrust, clutching me firmly and groaning till he collapsed on me.

Our labored breath filled the room as we laid side by side to each other. I didn't want to dwell on it so much but it was the best night of my life.

While I was trying to piece my thoughts together, Damon sat up, his reluctance obvious. He stood up and pulled his pants up. Pants that never made it down past his knees.

"Damon, there's something I need to...."

"This transaction is over. You need to forget about me, especially my name." He interrupted coldly.

I looked at him more closely, his handsome face so expressionless. Why did he seem so suddenly distant, as if we hadn't spent an hour ripping off each other's clothes? Why did he look at me as if he barely knew me when just minutes before he had been gasping with sweaty pleasure, deep inside me?

"But why are you acting like this?" I asked, struggling to control my emotions. I knew I couldn't get attached to him just because he took my virginity. Madame Julia had lectured me on that several times. Yet, I still expected a better treatment from him.

He blinked. "Like what?"

"Like..." I looked straight into his eyes. "Like what happened between us meant nothing."

"It meant something." He took a step towards me, his face hard as a marble statue. "It meant... a few hours of fun."

It was like a stab in the heart. "Fun?"

Damon gave me a coldly charming smile. "Oh, yes." He tilted his head, looking at me sideways. "Definitely fun." He buttoned up his shirt and straightened his collar. "Listen to me, nothing happened between us. Nothing. I'm sorry I can't make you feel special after taking your virginity. Forget about me, Maya. It's for your own good. Goodbye."

Without glancing back, he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut, leaving me on the blood stained bed.