“Baby girl, please. I can’t lose you. Please breathe. Breathe. Open your eyes.” I heard Damian’s voice from far away.
Someone was pushing my chest. I tried to breathe but I couldn’t, I coughed instead. My chest hurt, it burned and I kept coughing.
“Baby girl. You are okay. You are okay.” I heard Damian’s voice again, this time closer, and my body was lifted and carried away.
I heard other people's voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I clung to the person carrying me instead, and soon I felt my body being lowered to a soft surface, then someone put a thing over my mouth and nose, and I was able to breath normally after that.
I opened my eyes and saw Damian, Max, Nick, and two other people I didn't recognize. They all looked worried. What happened?
The two people I didn't recognize came to me and told me th
“Morning, Damian,” I greeted him. It was nearly 11 am, and he had woken up before me. He was now watching tv in the living room. I straddled him once I reached him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “You smell nice,” I told him. His chest rumbled from his soft laughter. “I haven’t taken a shower yet.” “I know, but you smell nice.” I smiled at him. Of course, he smelled nice. As much as I loved the smell of his shampoo, soap, and perfume, his natural, masculine scent was, if I might say so, more arousing. His arms went around mine to hold me close, and I leaned to him, nuzzling his neck. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked him. “You needed the sleep after what happened yesterday, Baby girl.” His hold on me tightened. Oh yeah, I nearly drowned yesterday, and it scared the hell out of him. How stupid of me to run into the ocean when I couldn’t swim. “Damian, I need to thank you.. and Max, Jack, Nick, and Marco. Because you guys modeled for me, my sales h
He wasn’t?“You’re not?” I asked him, and I couldn’t keep my surprise from my voice.He opened his eyes and looked at me with that Mr. Damian’s calmness. My sex god was still in character, and yes, he was still hard.“But Mr. Damian, I thought you just needed a down payment.” I frowned at him.“I think a full payment would be wise seeing how tight my schedule is, Ms. Katarina. I’m sure you can understand.” He stood up with his hand still grabbing mine.I cocked my head to the side and regarded him. “Yes, I’m sure I can give you a full payment now, Mr. Damian. After all, I want you to be my model badly.” I nodded my head.I would be crazy to say no to him. I was so wet I could feel my juice dripping along the inside of my thighs. Who was I to deny the pleasures he would give me
He placed the glass on the bedside table before coming back to bed to ravish my lips.“Mr. Damian, was that not enough payment?” I asked in between breath when he drew back.“Ms. Katarina, have you felt my cock in your cunt?” he asked me calmly.“No, Mr. Damian,” I replied quietly.“What form of payment did we agree on?” he asked again, still so calm and smooth.“Your cock in my cunt, fucking me hard and senseless, Mr. Damian.” Yeah, I wasn’t embarrassed to use those words anymore. He loved it when I talked dirty.His eyes lighted up with fire at my words. Oh yes, be rough, Mr. Damian. Ravish me."Flip over and be on all four, Ms. Katarina," he commanded as he leaned back and knelt on the bed.I did as I was told again, and he pushed my upper body down
“Damian, do you have an Instagram account?” I asked him a few days later as we were in his study, busy with our own emails.Of course, I knew what his Instagram account was as I had seen the content, but I wanted to know if he would let me know.He glanced at me and told me his username before resuming checking his emails.“Can I follow your account?” I asked him.“Of course, Baby girl,” he replied without taking his eyes off his laptop screen.I typed in his username and saw that he had added more pictures of us together. The newest was a closeup picture of our fingers linked together, showing the matching rings we wore on our ring fingers.“Damian, when did you take the newest picture?” I asked him, curious.“When you were sleeping,” he answered briskly while typing on his lapt
"Useless?" I asked. "He only knows how to waste money. Auntie and Uncle trust me more. Jeremiah, that's the son's name, was furious about it. He tried to get the shares from me, but everyone was against it," he explained. "Ohh.." So, Damian didn't take the shares by force, so what does Jeremiah want? For me to help him get the shares back? My body shuddered at the thought. "He's a scumbag?" I tried to dig up more information about Jeremiah. I still didn't know why Jeremiah wanted me to ask Damian about him. "He boasted that he was in a relationship with a girl who loved to be gangbanged while they were studying overseas. He shared the girl with his friends so many times. I don't know how he could feel proud to have such slut for a girlfriend. They are all disgusting," Damian spat out the last sentence. My body froze as I heard that information, and I felt my blood
“Morning, Baby girl. I made you your favorite breakfast.” He looked at me from the dining room.I went to him to give him a kiss. “Morning, Damian. Thank you for preparing breakfast.”I sat down on my seat and looked at the omelet in front of me. My favorite, but why did it smell unappetizing? I loved his omelets, they always tasted good. Maybe there was something wrong with my sense of smell.I cut a small portion and brought it to my mouth. I chewed it, and the taste made me sick. I stood up and ran to the bathroom where I threw up again in the toilet.“Baby girl!” Damian rushed toward me and stroked my back until I finished throwing up.What's wrong with me? Did Jeremiah affect me this much until I couldn’t even eat? It had been a few days, and I wasn’t having a panic attack; I had taken my medications. I could sleep just fine, w
It had been five days, and I still felt as bad as when Jeremiah messaged me. I kept vomiting and even fainted a few times. Damian kept persuading me to go to the hospital with him, but I told him I was okay. I had a runny nose, so I thought it was just a common cold.It was still difficult for me to eat. Most foods made me throw up. The only thing that I could eat was the porridge that Damian cooked for me, and nothing else.Damian was concerned, but I managed to assure him that I was okay, that I just had a common cold. He wanted to cancel all his meetings to take care of me, but I wouldn’t let him do it. All his meetings were important, and I couldn’t keep him away from his business just because I had a cold.“Baby girl, please let me know if you are feeling worse,” he reminded me as he went out. He had been saying that for God knew how many times a day.“I will, Damia
“Damian, I’m going to the hospital later on,” I told him while I helped him get ready for his meeting. “Hospital? Are you okay, Baby girl?” His voice, as always, was full of concern. “Yeah. I just need to get medicines for my nose. The one I've been taking doesn’t seem to do anything.” Well, it was true. I still had a stuffy nose, though it wasn’t why I was going to the hospital for. “I’ll go with you,” he offered. “No, you’ll need to go to your meeting, and then you will need to meet Marco about the restaurant.” I smoothed out his lapels. “I can cancel,” he said softly. I rolled my eyes and just stared at him. He knew what I meant by that. I would never allow him to cancel meetings just for me. “Okay, Baby girl. Take the driver and car with you. I’ll call an Uber,” he tried to bargain. I was about to
So dear readers,It’s true when I told Damian that this story is not about Rai and me, and me and Damian. This story is about me and Damian, from the moment we knew each other through texts, up to our happy ending.Of course, I was very blessed to know and fall in love with Rai. He is still my greatest love and my worse heartbreak. He was gentle and had never hurt me, well, except maybe when he was jealous of Frank and when he saw Damian and me together. He was the perfect boyfriend and forever will be my greatest love.Damian is the love of my life. He gave me strength, and he made me strong. So what do all my lovely readers think? Do I deserve to be with Damian after everything we’ve been through? Or am I too weak for him? I’d like to think I deserve to be with him since I love him so much. But what do you think?And I have just begun to read his POV. It seems interesting. Let me show you a bit of it. It starts off with him canceling his engagement with Clarissa.•••“Uncle, Aunt
Damian and I were lounging on our bed as per usual before we went to sleep. He was reading on his tablet while I was browsing through the internet.I heard his heavy sigh, saw him put his tablet on the bedside table, and he suddenly pulled me toward him abruptly, holding me tight in his arms.“What happened?” I asked him. It felt like he was afraid of losing me, that I would leave him.“I just finished reading your journal,” he mumbled against the top of my head.Ohhh.. That’s why.I pulled back from his tight embrace so I could see his expression.“Why are you sad?” I asked him.“I was such a dick to you, wasn't I?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile on his face.“You were.” I nodded and pretended to agree with him. “And still are sometimes.” I laughed.“But you are my dick,” I added with a teasing smile. I saw his self-deprecating smile turn into a smile of amusement.“I can't believe I put you through so many troubles.” He pulled me back into his embrace and sighed.“It’s all
I walked into our bedroom and saw Damian walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped lowly around his hips, looking as sexy as ever.I had just finished putting on little Luna to sleep and was tired. I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, exiting with only a tiny towel covering my petite body.“Baby girl, come here,” I heard Damian’s voice and turned to look at him.I had to swallow hard, looking at the vision in front of me. My handsome and sexy husband was sitting at the edge of the bed, butt-naked, and he was stroking his huge cock that had hardened. I swore I began to get wet just by looking at him being so hot.I went stand in front of him, and he yanked my towel away from my body, leaving me as naked as him.He pulled me forcefully to him, and I sat on his lap, straddling him. He kissed me long and hard without warning, leaving me panting when he withdrew.“You’ve been taking care of the kids. Now it's time for you to take care of your husband,” he husked ou
“You are home, Baby girl,” Damian said as he glanced at me. It had been three months since our wedding reception, and I was quite busy most days. I had to manage the Castilles Hotel, my clothing business, and also the sanatorium I had built with Damian to help people who needed free psychological consultations.I had that idea when I had been kidnapped and found Luna, the girl who had accompanied me, had died. At first, I wanted to build an orphanage for abandoned children, but as there were too many of them, Damian suggested we build a sanatorium instead to help those who had traumas like us. With helps from his friends and connections, we now had more than twenty psychologists and psychiatrists to help us.Today was a tiring day after visiting the sanatorium. The patients always loved to talk to me, and I gladly accompanied them until it was time for me to return home to my family.When I reached home today, I found Damian in the nursery holding our little girl, as he always did.“
I was standing in front of the massive double door, waiting for it to be opened. Today was our second wedding reception.Yesterday was our first; the guests were families and close friends. Damian didn't follow the conventional wedding reception where we walked together down the hall toward the stage. Instead, we all stood on the stage with mist covering us from the guests. When the fog disappeared, I was surprised. The ballroom was turned into what looked like a huge ice kingdom. I should’ve known from the color of my gown and his suit - silver and white. My gown was of A-line shape yesterday, and I had a high crown on my head. I felt like a queen of the ice kingdom. The ladies of our main families wore lighter shades of silver, including Rai’s mom, Cecilia, my mom, my sister-in-law, and even little Luna. The men wore suits in the same lighter shades of silver too. We stood on the stage with Damian holding little Luna in his arms while I held little Rai’s hand.My mom, Rai’s parents
It had been there months after our wedding, and we were having breakfast together. Little Rai was still asleep, and we didn't wake him up since it was the weekend.I was sipping my tea, and Damian was sipping his coffee. Life after marriage was blissful. We had no more fights, and every day was filled with happiness, love, and laughter.“Damian, I have a gift for you,” I told him as I placed my teacup on the table.“Is it inside the box on your lap?” he asked with a smile.I had brought the surprise for him and placed it on my lap throughout our breakfast. Now that we had finished eating, it was time for me to give it to him.I picked up the box and slid it across the table to him.He opened it and looked confused as he picked up the long and thin thing inside the box. “Positive..” he murmured. I kept quiet and had to stop myself from smiling or laughing.His head suddenly snapped up, and he looked at me. “Positive?” His confused looked turned into bewilderment.“Yes.” I couldn't hid
“Pu-Punish me?” He stuttered.I smiled with feminine pride as I saw him close his eyes, grit his teeth, and breathe heavily. Only I could make him feel this way.I lay down on his side, aligning my body with his, with one arm and leg across his taut body, my finger playing with his nipple.“Tell me what you want, Damian.” I breathed into his ear.“My tongue?” I asked him as I licked his ear.“My mouth?” I asked him again as I sucked his neck.“Or my.. tight little cunt?” I ground my wet pussy against the side of his body.“Baby girl.. Please,” he begged me.I loomed over him, teasing him, placing my lips just inches away from his.“Choose your poison, Damian.” I grazed his lips lightly with mine and licked his bottom lip.“Your tight greedy cunt! Please, baby girl. Please.” He said as he began to tug his hands to free them from my made-up chain.I chuckled again. As can be expected from my sex god.“Are you sure, Damian? Are you sure you want me to punish you with my cunt?” I asked as
Our Holy Matrimony was held two weeks later in Bali, at the place where Damian ‘proposed’ to me when we acted for my campaign. It was set to end during sunset.The decoration was simple and minimalistic, with glass lanterns filled with candles and pampas grasses creating the path down the aisle. The chairs were wooden with white pillows. There were rattan lanterns hanging above us. At the end of the aisle, there was a circle wedding arch decorated in the same pampas grasses. Everything had a rustic feeling about it.There weren't many guests in attendance. Only my parents, sister, brother, sis-in-law, and nephew were present from my side. Cecilia and Damian’s stepdad were the only ones present from his side. Other than them, Max, Marco, Nick, and Jack were also present.I was wearing a dress I had specially designed. It was a short dress just above my knees with a small sleeve and V-neck made from lace cotton. I waited with batted breath at the back while Damian, who was wearing a wh
When I woke up, I knew it was nighttime. Damian was nowhere to be seen; he must be downstairs. I quickly wore his shirt and took a small black box containing the black diamond ring I had pretended to throw last time and a necklace with a black diamond pendant for little Rai. He always wanted to wear similar things as Damian, but since a diamond ring is too risky for a little boy, I opted for a pendant instead. I took both the ring and the necklace out of the box and held them in my hand.When I went out of the bedroom, I heard the sound of the piano and little Rai and Damian’s laughter.I went to the staircase and realized that all the lights had been dimmed. As I walked down and to where the piano was situated, I was surprised to see so many red rose petals scattered on the floor and so many candles of all sizes being lit up.Damian and little Rai were playing the piano, wearing black suits with white shirts underneath. “Umm.. Is there a special occasion?” I asked them and tried to r