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“So you do want to whip me like that?” Taylor looked up at him.
“No. I don’t want to whip you like you just witnessed. But what you don’t understand is neither did the Domme in this scene. He did that for her.”
“You’re right. I don’t understand that. Why would anyone ask for that?”
“Why would you orgasm?” He questioned knowing the answer to that. “Let me get you a drink. You’ll feel better.” Taylor knew he was right.
Drink after drink. Taylor had no desire to look around now. She only stared at Damien.
“Damien, please. I don’t want to get polluted and make you sick with my vomit, but I can’t stop these fucked up feelings. Either fix me, or see me puke eventually.”
“Your wish is my command. Relax here. I’ll back in just a moment.” She watched as he walked to the bar filling her drink again. She drew in a slow and rickety breath as she thought about when he was going to be taking her back to the room.
She tried not to think about it, knowing good and well it was all but amusing him. She suspected. As he turned back to her his eyes were bright with what again she assumed was some wicked thought. Then that now familiar little tickle to her brain started its job. Even though she knew she should be worried or concerned she couldn’t help but stare at him. He was the definition of beautiful. He was her aphrodisiac. He was calming her down but to a place she could think rationally and enjoy herself.
She had felt enough emotions for one night and right now, she only wanted to feel him. She raised her finger up at him smiling, gesturing him to come hither. She was ready for him to have his way with her and the thought of not knowing with the possibilities, only heightened her arousal to new found places.
She watched as he walked, no glided over to her table. He didn’t sit down, only stood next to her melting her in his stare. He slid the drink in front of her waiting for her to finish it. She did. She guzzled it. She no longer had any patience in seeing what the night had in store for her.
His cocky grin was completely and utterly justified because he knew he had her wrapped. Wrapped to do anything he wanted to do at this point.
He lowered his face to hers but instead of lunging in and stealing her heart, soul, mind, and body, with his delicious kisses, he stopped mere inches from her. Pausing. Teasing her as she stared at only his lips. She wanted to taste him. Feel him. Selfish she was, she wanted all he had to offer and she wanted it now.
Every pulse point in her body pounded against the surface, fighting to burst through her skin to freedom.
She couldn’t take the absence of his mouth any longer. She moved in taking his mouth the way she craved. Everywhere her tongue wanted to touch, to feed off of, she did. The taste of his mouth was exhilarating, mind blowing, taste bud stimulating.
His voice, rough as he pulled away from her. “You ready for this?”
Breathy she moaned out, “Yes, Sir.”
The small smile on his face gleamed into a much bigger, larger, ‘I have you now’ smile. And he was right to wear it. He did have her now and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t want to.
Her heart skipped a beat as he led her down the hall back to their room. It stopped while he opened the door to their room. A sudden burst of electricity as he stepped in the room first and pulled her into his body was like being shocked back to life. Only instead of a normal sinus rhythm she was back to be tachy.
His eyes now full of seriousness as she knew hers were full of vulnerability, as that was exactly the feeling that was overpowering her senses now.
His lips weren’t moving but she could hear his voice calling to her. It sounded as if it was in the distance but he was right there.
The violent pull of her body to his broke the connection. Suddenly she was flat on the bed, spread eagle, butt naked and had no idea how she had gotten there.
The sight of him above her wearing nothing but his jeans stirred her inner Goddess to life again. She fought to take over Taylor’s body.
She felt his attack start at her right toe as he licked up her body. Her breath again caught as he grazed lightly over her sex slowly as he crossed over. Up to her navel, dipping his tongue inside as if it held a dish with his favorite meal inside. Across her nipple leaving a chaste kiss before leaving the cool trail up to her mouth, licking lightly across her lips.
His voice would be breathy if he had to breathe. She had no doubt at the hesitation in his voice. “Taylor, are you sure you want to be with me. There is no turning back after tonight if you have any doubts you have to tell me now. Decisions have to be made Taylor. I can’t explain them all to you tonight, but just know that I love you and have for a very, very long time. Longer than you have been alive a long time.”
“No doubts. I’m yours.” I’m all yours. Every bit of my being belongs to you now.
Marry me? Now?
Her eyes squinted together. She never saw his mouth move. Had her subconscious spoke to her or was he showing her yet another gift and proposing to her.
Taylor listen to me. I can’t go another minute in this world without knowing that you will be forever mine. I have to hear you say it.
She froze. This wasn’t her wishful thinking. “Damien. Are you doing,,,,? Can I really hear you?
I told you. You are very special Taylor. There is a lot you can do when you’re not clouding your mind with irrelevant rambling.
