“Good girl. You’re so fucking sexy.” Damien’s voice was rough with desire, his gaze dropping back to what he was doing between my legs. He picked a vibrator and started using to gently my clit, I was overstimulated and stupid to think that what he was doing earlier was too much because this was on another level. He pulled the vibrator away from me and thrusted the toy into me one more time, earning a loud moan from me and arched my back as my internal muscles pulsed around the intrusion.My body had barely finished spasming when Damien pulled the toy from me and tossed it aside. His eyes fell on me and he moved closer to kiss my hungrily, I kissed him back with the same fervor before he pulled away and put his hands in my mouth. “Suck on it,” he commanded and I did as he said, slowly sucking on it and tracing his finger like I would his dick. He pulled his hand out and opened my legs wider before leaning towards it and circling my clit twice, he took it between his teeth and sucked
Damien asked me to excuse him and the men and I slowly picked up my clothes before walking out and making for my room.I locked the door behind me before making a beeline for the bathroom to freshen up. After I was done washing every single part of my body, I got into comfortable clothes and sat on the bed. The silence in the room was suffocating as my mind swirled with everything that had happened earlier.My body was not fully dry and it still burned from the memories Damien’s touch but I shook the thoughts and feelings away as I tried to focus on what was more important.How was I going to get Damien out of the house without making him suspicious?I leaned against the headboard before pressing my hands to my forehead in frustration. The plan to get what I needed- the files, the information- felt like an unattainable goal when Damien was constantly present, his sharp eyes always seeming to see right through me. I needed a foolproof excuse, something that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, b
I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the wall after Damien had stormed out of my room, I was still in shock and a part of me wanted him to come back. His reaction wasn’t unusual but it was unexpected and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit it. The way he had clenched his jaw and his eyes had darkened replayed in my head over and over again. Why did I even touch the scar? Why did I ask him about it? I should have known better. Damien wasn’t the type to share, not willingly. And yet, a part of me wanted to know. I wanted to break through the walls he kept around himself and I couldn’t figure out why. A knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts and for a minute, I considered ignoring whoever it was that was there, but something kept telling me that it could be him. I got up from where I was on the bed and walked to open the door and check. Standing on the other side was Damien, just like I had thought. He had an unreadable expression on his face and his lips wer
“Good girl,” he praised. “Come for me. Ride my hand.”His dirty command sent me over the edge. It was more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever had- maybe because he was being gentle.Gentle hands cupped my cheeks and pushed strands of hair away. When I blinked my eyes open, Damien was leaning over me, his hard body enveloping mine in his warmth.“Come for me, baby.”“Don’t stop,” I whispered but he didn’t listen so he stopped. He pulled away from me and kissed his way up to my lips before finally meeting my lips with his, kissing me with as much fervor as I kissed him. He pulled away from me again, before kissing breasts and gently sucking on one of my nipples. He lapped at it, using his hand to massage the other and I could help the moans that escaped my lips, he stopped before putting his mouth on the second nipple and repeating the same motions. I grabbed onto his neck as he pulled away from me and spread my legs by cupping the back of my knee. My lips parted when the crown of his
Waking up the, next day, I realized that the mansion was quiet- too quiet. It was unsettling. Damien, for all his brooding and commanding presence, had a way of filling the space just by being in it and with the lovely dinner we had last night, I had expected him to come knocking on my door this morning but he didn’t. Maybe he is still asleep?I got up from the bed, stretched my body while letting out a yawn before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get into better clothes. After I was satisfied with how I looked, I walked out of the room, in search of Damien but the house was empty. His absence made me restless. The staff that were cleaning the house didn’t offer any clues, either. When I asked one of the maids where Damien was, she simply said, “Mr. Damien left early this morning, Miss Amanda. He didn’t say when he’d be back.”I tried not to read into it. Damien was a man of many mysteries- maybe this was just another one. But as each hour passed with no sign or text from
“Like I said, it doesn’t matter,” he repeated, his voice softer than before. I stared at him dumb founded and I momentarily forgot how to breathe as my stomach twisted into knots. My emotions were all over the place ahd I tried to control myself. “You are impossible,” I finally said as I shook my head slowly. “And you are annoying,” he replied, but I could see something like regret flicker in his eyes but it was gone as soon as I saw it. I didn’t reply and he didn’t say anything else, making a suffocating and tense silence settle in the room, the weight pressing down on us. Finally, he stopped looking at me and turned to face the desk. “I think it’s best we keep think strictly professional from now on,” he let out in, his voice sounding faraway. “What do you mean?” I asked, clearly confused. “It’s best we remain colleagues. Just that.”“Is this really what you want?” I asked him, my voice shaking even though I tried to be stoic.“That is what’s best. That way we don’t pry into e
“You didn’t hear wrong,” he let out, leaning into his chair and looking me dead in the eyes. “I was not employed to be your servant or errand girl,” I said to him, making sure to keep my voice curt. “I know that’s not what you were employed for,” he let out in a calm voice. “But you’re the only one I fully trust to do this for me.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Trust? That’s something coming from you.”He clenched his jaw, but he didn’t snap. “Amanda, I am your boss. I wasn’t asking you, I am ordering you.”“Why can’t you just go pick up your special guest yourself?” I demanded.“Because I have other matters to attend to,” he said simply.“Convenient,” I shot back.His gaze hardened. “Are you going to go pick them up or not?” I wanted to say no, to storm out and leave him to deal with his guest on his own. But something in his expression- something almost vulnerable- stopped me.“Fine,” I said begrudgingly. “Who is it?”“You will know who it is just by seeing them,” he replied and I r
“That’s… amazing,” I finally managed to say, forcing excitement into my voice even though the words tasted bitter in my mouth. She laughed again, that same mocking edge in her tone. “Isn’t it? Damien and I are meant to be together. We just lost our way for a while.”I didn’t respond. What could I possibly say to that? After a few more agonizing minutes, we finally got to Damien’s mansion. Cloris got down from the car and walked to the door like she was the one who owned the place. She didn’t even wait for me to turn off the engine nor did she make to carry her luggage- not like she needed to anyways, I was the designated maid after all. I walked in behind her and she dropped her bag before she turned to face me. “Is Damien home now?” She asked, looking around the house with a big smile on her face. “I have no idea,” I replied her sincerely. “Last I saw him was at the office.”“Of course you wouldn’t,” she said sarcastically before walking past me. I followed her, the knots in my
“Let’s make a plan,” I said, turning all my attention to him after I finished sorting through the papers. “What do you suggest we do?” “You already said we should stake out at the office,” he replied me. “You can’t be seen there so how do you think we should go about it?” “Anything we plan has to work, Andrew,” I said, my voice low and firm as I thought about what we could possibly do. Andrew nodded, running his hand through his hair. “It would work, there’s no other option.” I didn’t respond, making the room fall into silence as I thought hard about what could work- something so good that nothing could ruin it. A few minutes passed and a brilliant idea popped up in my head. “This is what we’re going to do,” I finally spoke up, sitting up straighter. “You’re going to act like you have a shitload of work to do and you have no other choice than to stay back at work.” “Hmn,” Andrew said, fully focusing on me. “Go on.” “Okay,” I replied with a nod. “You’ll stay late at the office
Andrew and I went our separate ways, promising to meet each other the next day. I was glad that I now had someone who could help me in my plans by my side, I had thoughts of giving up but Andrew had renewed my determination. The coffee that I had finally left my apartment for had gotten cold, so I just tossed into the trash can and walked back home, feeling a bit better and letting out a sigh as I made my way back. I couldn’t wait for what was to come next nor could I wait to see the look on Ryan’s face when I’m done with him. He had gotten away for too long and soon, her meet his end. Just like her had promised, Andrew showed up at my house the next day and I let him on. We quickly began working on how he would get the documents from the office and copy the ones he could to his laptop. Getting the files was going to be difficult but we were set on accomplishing our mission and didn’t care what it would cost. Over the next few days, we kept meeting up and discussing plans. Andr
“What’s that?”“You won’t believe what I just found out about recently,” he said, his voice was barely above a whisper. His voice was low and I knew whatever he wanted to say was confidential because he didn’t want anyone to hear about it. I raised an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. “What are you going on about? Just say it as it is,” I said, already getting frustrated by the suspense. “It’s Ryan,” he replied, saying the name like it was was some kind of poison but he was still keeping me in suspense.“What about Ryan?” I asked, urging him on. “Ever since you left the firm, he’s been making life hell for everyone at the company,” he replied. I didn’t know it was going to turn into this, he had been on a business trip for a while before I left the company and while I was there, he seemed… civil. So, I didn’t understand what was up with him and his new behavior, did Cloris tell him something?“Making life hell?” I repeated, looking at him with a blank expression. “What is he doin
I could feel both their eyes on me but I didn’t care. I wanted to go far away from there, disappear even. They could go back to their talking and getting to know each other better because all I wanted to do was to be alone and find a way to stop feeling like that. After a few more minutes of staying alone, I finally felt a bit better but I was tired of staying outdoors and just wanted to go back to my room and drown in my sorrow or just rot in my bed and sleep my sadness away. “Are you fine, Amanda?” Andrew asked, his voice drawing me out of my thoughts.“Yeah, I am,” I lied yet again, turning to look at him. His eyes were filled with concern and I couldn’t help but feel bad because I had made him leave Anna behind just to check on me. “Where’s Anna?” I asked, trying to change the topic as I looked past his shoulders and realized she was not longer seated there. “Oh, she had somewhere to be so we just exchanged number and she said we could meet up next week,” he replied me, his e
“Thank you, Miss?” “Em- Amanda,” I quickly corrected myself, not wanting to blow off my cover. “Oh-“ she said. “You look familiar but I guess my mind is just playing tricks on me.”My heart skipped a beat at her words and I wanted to admit to her that not only did I look familiar, I was her cousin but I held myself back and didn’t say anything. “Thank you once again,” she spoke up, her eyes filled with sincerity as she finally stopped crying. “You don’t need to thank me,” I replied, my voice quiet. “I’m just happy that you’re fine.”She gave me a small nod before turning back to Andrew who was now standing with an unreadable expression on his face. “And thank you,” she said, her voice steadier now. “You saved me.”A blush crept up Andrew’s cheek and he scarfed the back of his head awkwardly. “It was really nothing. I was just helping,” he replied awkwardly. “It wasn’t nothing,” Anna insisted, a small smile breaking through her tears. “You were amazing.”“I just… I mean, anyone w
“Amanda!” Andrew called, making my stop in my tracks. I was still frozen in place when he walked up to me and grabbed me by my hand and pulled me towards him. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?” He asked, his voice soft but firm. “Do you really think going there without a plan in mind is a good idea?”I tried to pull away, my heart racing as I glanced toward Anna. She was still struggling against the masked man, her cries piercing the air.“I can’t just stand here!” I whisper yelled at him, my voice shaky and filled with desperation. “And what do you plan on doing just by going there? Don’t you see that he’s dangerous?” Andrew challenged, his tone calm but resolute. “You’ll rush over there and… what? Get yourself hurt too? Be smart, Amanda.”I opened my mouth to respond, but my words failed to form, I couldn’t even think of the prosper things to say. He was right, I didn’t have a plan. Hell! I wasn’t even thinking. I just wanted to save her, it’s been so long and the first day I
“Andrew,” I called, my voice soft and cautious. “I need to say something to you.”His smile faltered. “Okay…”I exhaled, making an effort to speak carefully and avoid offending him. “I am really sorry for the way I have treated you up until today. I know I’ve ignored you, been distant and even rude to you when all you tried to do was to be there,” I started, my voice filled with sincerity. “You didn’t deserve any of that.”“Amanda-““Wait, let me finish,” I spoke up again, cutting him off. “I have been cold to you. I know you… care about me, like me even. Probably more than you should. And I hate that I can’t feel the same way.”Andrew kept looking at me with an unreadable expression, but like I asked, he didn’t try to say anything or cut me off. “It’s not that you’re not handsome or amazing, because you are,” I continued. “And I know any woman would be lucky to have you as their partner. But… I can’t reciprocate your feelings. My heart is… elsewhere. And I’m sorry if it seemed lik
“I know that you are,” he replied almost immediately. “I know you and I can tell that you’re lying.”“Did you call to argue about my mental state or what?” I asked him, my voice filled with mock seriousness. “Okay. Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologized, his voice filled with sincerity. “But, you really do sound like someone that run over by a big emotional truck.”I huffed out a laugh despite myself. “Thanks for that visual, Andrew. Very helpful.”“See, I can make you laugh,” he said and I good tell that he was smiling. “But, seriously Amanda, you don’t sound like yourself at all and it’s quite heartbreaking to see you that is always strong like this.”He meant to make me feel better with his words but I couldn’t help but be reminded of how far I had steered from why I really came back to this city. “Thank you, for looking out for me,” I whispered into the phone, not sure if he had heard me. “So, this is what we are going to do to help you feel better,” Andrew started, his voice now fille
Looking up to see who I had bumped into, it was not one else other than Andrew. “Oh it’s you,” he said as his eyes met with mine. I quickly averted my eyes and dropped it back to the floor, increasing my pace in trying to gather my things together so I could run- run as far as possible away from him and this building. “Amanda?” He called, his tone soft but probing. “What is going on? Where are you rushing to? And why are you carrying a box of… everything?”I had no idea of what I was going to day to him, how was I even supposed to reply him? I kept my eyes glued to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. “It’s… it’s nothing,” I finally managed to say, my voice trembling. “Amanda,” he called my name again, his voice firmer this time as he placed his hand on mine to stop me. “Talk to me, you know you can. What happened?”The dam broke. The tears I was holding back fell free, one slipped down my cheeks followed by another and then another. I bit my lips gently, trying to get myself toge