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I nearly go to pieces as he undresses me. I didn’t know until this moment how much I craved another taste of his devious side. Pushing the edges of my blouse aside, he exposes my naked breasts. I’m still not wearing a bra. The strap irritates the healing tattoo. He weighs each breast in his palm before giving my nipples a gentle kiss. Then he unfastens my pants and pushes them over my hips. Turning me around, he pulls my panties down to my thighs. With the restriction of the fabric, I can’t widen my stance. I peer at him from over my shoulder to see him open his fly and take out his cock. He pumps twice and uses the pre-cum to lubricate my slit before pushing in slowly.
The friction and stretch make me go on tiptoes. He only allows me a brief repose to get used to his size before he starts pumping. His gaze is locked onto where we’re joined, and I’m watching him watching us, knowing from the way his cheekbones darken how much it turns him on. He grunts.
“Aren’t you going to spank me?” I ask.
“No.”
“Why not?’
He stops moving and kisses my back. “You didn’t do anything that deserves punishment. On the contrary.”
“Don’t stop.”
He starts thrusting again, faster. I’m on the brink of coming when he stops.
“What are you doing?” I utter on a frustrated moan.
He turns me around and lifts me onto the counter. “I’m going to give you what you like. I’m going to watch. Fuck your fingers.”
As I start acting out the command, he pulls my pussy open, looking at the work of my hand with so much concentration I falter in my rhythm. He swats my thigh in a wordless reprimand. My inner muscles contract. Pressing the heel of my palm on my clit just like he’s taught me, I rub in circles. I’m about to go over the edge when he grips my wrist and pulls my hand away.
“Damian.”
“I like this kind of torture, too.”
Too late, I realize what he means. “Damian, please. Let me come.”
He places the broad head of his cock at my entrance and pushes in gently until he’s buried to the hilt.
“I need—” My words cut off when he starts to pump. “Yes.” Again, he brings me to the edge before slowing. “No,” I moan, lifting my hips and trying to take him deeper.
“Shh,” he taunts. “I’ll make it worth it. I promise.”
When I think I can’t take more, he twists me around again and rubs my arousal around my anus. I grip the edges of the counter, shaking as the head of his cock breaches the tight muscles of my dark entrance. He works carefully, going slowly, and by the time I’ve taken all of him, he has his fingers in my pussy and on my clit.
I need just a little to get me there, and still he refuses me, keeping me in that impossible place between pleasure and pain until I’m begging. It’s only then he gives me what I need, rolling my clit between his fingers. I explode with pleasure, coming so hard I feel lightheaded.
He groans. “Fuck. Can you feel me filling up your tight little asshole with my cum?”
His vulgar language makes me come harder and longer, until my upper body collapses on the counter, and I forget why we’re here or where we’re going.
“See?” he breathes triumphantly next to my ear. “I don’t need to spank you to come the hardest of my life.”
Damian
The day is cool but sunny in the Richtersveld. Autumn is setting in. I help Lina from the car and pull her jacket around her shoulders. She stops to look at the small mountains of sand in the distance and the offices in front. Sucking in a breath, she grabs my arm.
The mine has undergone a metamorphosis. The muddy pools in the office grounds are gone. A natural garden, inspired by her ecosystem, stretches from the east to the compound in the west. The area beyond has been paved and fitted with tables and umbrellas. The food truck has been replaced with a proper canteen where warm meals are served. The raised housing with its pressed wood walls has been leveled to the ground, and in its place stands a solid brick structure with decent heating and air conditioning. There’s a games room at the back, and a medical office with a full-time nurse.
The heaps of excavated soil are systematically being leveled on the riverbed and planted with indigenous grass. The polls should cover the whole area by next summer.
“Damian.” She looks at me in surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You didn’t ask.”
She glances back at the office area. “It looks…”
“New?” I tease.
She swats my arm. “Clean. It’s so different from the ugly photos I saw.”
“I’m glad you approve. Come on.” I take her hand and lead her to the front building where Ellis’ office is situated.
