Keep Her Safe, page 22
It’s the first time I’ve left the set feeling like I didn’t give it my best, but I am still annoyed with the events of the day. I slide into the car and slump into the back seat as Damian gets into the front, and I can feel his gaze on me in the mirror.
“Want to talk about it?”
I’m staring out the window, with my chin resting on my fist when I slowly shift my gaze towards him. “Talk about what?” I ask and I hate the attitude in my voice. I hate that Damian is getting the brunt of my anger when he’s done nothing but love me. Wait. “Do you love me?”
“What?” He turns around in his seat to look at me and his eyes are wide. He even looks a little scared if I’m being honest.
“Do you love me? Yes or no,” I snap, my tone angrier than before.
He turns around and pulls off the lot and into traffic, shifting his gaze to the mirror to look at me. “So, you’re mad at me? Is that what’s happening here?”
“No, I’m just curious. We’ve been dancing around it and I’m just curious where we stand.”
“Seems like a combative way to ask this question, but okay.” I hear the sarcasm in his voice that’s masking a layer of hurt. “Can we talk when we’re at your house? And I’m not driving?”
I nod, feeling like shit for springing this on him because I’m feeling annoyed with my friends and maybe slightly insecure. He hasn’t isolated me. I’ve wanted to be alone with him as much as he has. If anything, his reasoning has been more for safety whereas mine has been because I want to be alone with him. He’d have no problem if I wanted to invite my friends over.
Fifteen minutes and a mind of racing thoughts later, he’s pulling up to my house. “Mine or yours?” he asks.
We’d been staying in his guesthouse for a while because it’s a smaller space and easier for him to sweep quickly. Now that he’s changed all the codes again, he’s less anxious about letting me into my house but I know it still makes him wary.
“Yours,” I say and he’s out of the car instantly to open my door and help me out. He guides me towards his door and unlocks it, pushing me through.
“Did I do something?” he asks me the second he closes the door behind us. “We were fine this morning and now you’re pissed at me; for what exactly?”
“I’m not pissed and I’m sorry for how I chose to phrase it but I don’t know how you feel about me because you haven’t told me.”
“I thought even though I haven’t said it, you knew where I stand. It’s early and I didn’t want to rush us by saying things too soon. But I thought you knew.” He backs me against the wall and puts an arm up on either side of me. “I thought you could feel it when I looked at you or when we’re having sex.” He takes an arm off the wall and rests it against my chest. “I thought you felt it here.”
“Damian.” His words warm me all over and it makes me angry all over again at my friends who don’t understand. “I love you,” I blurt out, not wanting to wait another second to tell him the words that I’ve been feeling for far longer than I care to admit. His eyes light up like he can’t believe I said it and a smile ghosts over his lips, but a frown finds his face just as fast.
“Are you angry with me? Just tell me what I did, baby.” His words are quiet and soft and I don’t know what on Earth I did to deserve a man like this. A man that treats me this way when I definitely don’t deserve it.
“No,” I whisper. “I’m sorry about earlier. Do you forgive me?”
He nods. “Can you tell me what that was about?”
“I will. Just…not now.”
His hands find my cheeks, stroking the skin beneath my eyes. “I won’t push you, but I hope you know you can tell me anything. I’m always here for you, baby.”
How is he so perfect?
Tell me you love me too, I beg him with my eyes.
“I love you.” I feel his words in my heart and it begins to accelerate as excitement courses through me hearing those words fall from his lips. “Is that what you want to hear?” A smile finds my lips as he leans down and drags his mouth slowly across mine. “That I am so in love with you that it consumes me?” He presses his body against mine, lowering himself to press his knee between my legs and against my mound. “That you consume me?” I grind down against him, my body buzzing both from his words and the stimulation on my pussy.
He presses his mouth to mine and feeds me his tongue, licking his way into my mouth, making my knees weak. He knows how to kiss in a way that makes everything fade away around me. I’ve never been kissed in such a way that makes my whole body buzz with excitement. Kissing Paxton always felt rushed, like something he felt like he had to do before we moved onto other things. A means to an end. Damian kisses me like he could do it forever. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me and he lifts me with one hand. I gasp at how strong he is as I wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me to his bedroom, one hand under my butt and one tangling in my hair before he drops me on the bed and presses his body into mine. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head leaving me in only red panties as I’m not wearing a bra and his lips immediately go to one of my nipples. His hand finds the other and rolls it between his thumb and index finger as he rolls my other around his tongue. He bites down gently, and it feels like a lightning bolt to my clit. I instantly feel myself getting wet between my legs.
“Damian.” I let out a sigh and he growls in response.
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“My name.” He peppers kisses up my chest and neck to my mouth.
“Damian,” I repeat. “I want you, there.” I shiver, thinking about him in a place no one has been.
“You do, huh?” His tongue darts out to lick my pulse point, along my collarbone, and back down my chest. “You want my dick in your sexy little ass?” He reaches underneath me and cups my butt. He digs his nails into my bare flesh before snapping the strap of my thong.
I mewl, trying to get closer to him and wrap all of myself around him like ivy. “Yes yes yes please,” I beg. “I need it.”
A groan leaves his lips. “You don’t know what it does to me hearing you say you need me.” He pulls back, dragging my panties down my legs and tossing them to the floor. He gets off the bed and pulls off his jacket and begins to unbutton my shirt at a speed so slow I think he’s teasing me. He drops his shirt to the floor, putting his tattoo covered torso on display for me, and I clench at how sexy he is. I drag my eyes over every hard ridge and plane of his body, counting the abs eight of them, and trace the firm and cut lines of the V pointing to his dick. He unbuttons his slacks and sends his briefs to the floor with them and I’m immediately moving towards him when he takes a step back, shaking his head.
“Don’t move.” He tells me.
“But…”
“If you want this, you’re going to have to listen.” He strokes his dick from root to tip, his voice deep and authoritative. I nod on instinct because even though I’m particularly submissive, I am very interested in getting what I want and know how to get it.
“Yes, Sir.” I flutter my eyelashes at him innocently.
“Sir, huh?” He spits in his hand and goes back to masturbating himself, dragging his hand slowly over every ridge.
“Do you prefer daddy?” I bite my bottom lip and his blue eyes darken giving me my answer. “Oh, daddy it is then,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him seductively.
He hovers over me, a mere inch from my face. “Whatever you call me makes my dick hard. You make my dick hard.”
“I love your dick,” I tell him. “It’s fucking perfect,” I purr and I notice his muscles flex and his dick twitches in his hand. I take that to mean, he likes the praise.
“Well, my dick loves you so I’m glad the feeling is mutual.” He smirks. I drag my fingers to the space between my legs and begin rubbing my clit in circles causing his nostrils to flare in response. “Does that feel good?”
“It would feel better if you were doing it,” I respond, rubbing myself harder. I’m already soaked, my clit throbbing and my body desperate for a release. Our eyes are locked as we continue to touch each other, inching ourselves to our climaxes. He kneels on the bed, his hand still wrapped around his thick cock, his eyes still on me like he wants to devour me.
“Turn over.” My body is buzzing with the beginning of my first orgasm and he must realize it because he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from between my legs as his other hand continues to stroke himself.
“Wait, please,” I whine as I try to pull from his grasp.
“Shhh, I’ll take care of it.” He grunts as he flips me over and pulls me onto my knees. He pushes my legs further apart and then I feel his breath at my entrance no more than a second later.
“Fuck,” I moan as I feel his tongue at my sex, eating me aggressively from behind. He fucks me with his mouth mercilessly, his fingers strumming my clit with each stroke. He pushes his tongue further to flick my clit and I cry out as the pleasure takes over. I’m pushing back against his face, feeling his nose probe my asshole as he eats me hungrily like I’m his last meal. I drop my head to the mattress, grabbing a pillow to rest my head on as I force my ass higher in the air and into his face. “God, the things your mouth can do,” I moan.
“It doesn’t belong anywhere but between your legs,” he grunts. “I am addicted to the way your pussy tastes.” My mouth drops open and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I move my head to look between my spread legs and see he’s still pumping his dick as he eats me out and the visual is enough to spur my orgasm. He’s so turned on from licking my cunt he has to jack off while he’s doing it. God, that is so fucking sexy. “You’re going to come on my face and then on my cock and then I’ll fuck this,” he says gripping my ass. “But I need the taste of your pussy in my mouth and to feel you clench around my dick once before I put it in your ass.” He pinches my clit, rubbing it between his fingers like he’d previously done with my nipple and the sexy friction causes me to detonate.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m coming!”
“Yes, you fucking are. Come all over my tongue, baby. Let me taste it.”
My eyes float shut and I scream out my climax. “Oh god!” I cry out. I try to move away from his tongue because I feel overstimulated but he moves with me, continuing to stroke my clit. “Too…much,” I choke out and he pulls his mouth away from me before I feel his dick there and he doesn’t even wait before he slides into me. “Fuck!” My eyes flutter closed and I feel myself floating away already as he begins thrusting into my pussy. I reach down between my legs to feel his dick go in and out of me, pounding into me harder with each thrust. I keep going back further to reach his balls and begin fondling them in my palm.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You always know what I fucking want. You are so perfect, Shay.”
I feel my climax building and I know this one is going to be even more powerful than the last one, but I know it also means I’m going to be loose when he takes my ass for the first time. I clench in excitement thinking about him there. “Daddy?”
“Yes, baby, tell me what you need.”
“I need—” I gasp and he growls in response.
“Yes yes yes, I know you need it. Take it baby. Take what you need from Daddy. Take it fucking all. All of it. All of me.”
I gasp. “Oh my god, I love you so much,” I cry as my orgasm grabs hold of my senses. I vaguely hear him telling me he loves me too but there’s a buzzing in my ears. I black out momentarily and all I can feel is the tingling feeling shooting through my entire body. “Fuck, I’m coming again,” I cry out. “Right there.” I let out a sigh as my body begins to float back to Earth.
He pulls out almost immediately and then I turn around because I’m pretty sure he hasn’t come yet. “You didn’t come?”
“I want to come here,” he says before he lays a smack on my ass. I want every drop of cum in this hole.” He gets off the bed and grabs something out of the bedside table. I realize it’s lubricant and something else I can’t make out.
“When you mentioned you wanted to take this step for the first time, I figured I should get some.” He presses a line of kisses down my back and on each ass cheek.
“Thank you,” I tell him because thank God one of us is prepared.
His hands grip my ass cheeks and then I feel him spreading them and a feeling of shyness takes over me for being so exposed. I breathe a slight sigh of relief that I always shower before I leave the set.
“Have you ever had anything here?” he asks. “A finger?”
“No.” My heart begins to pound in my chest at what we’re about to do.
“Okay, so we need to work you up to my dick.” I feel his fingers there and then a gust of air and I realize what he’s about to do.
“Oh my god. Damian…”
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life? Yes. I’m not sure what trust has to do with eating my ass but okay…?”
He chuckles and squeezes my ass harder. “Fine. Do you love me?”
“Mmhmmm…”
He smacks my ass and I clench. “Words.”
“Yes.”
“Is this too much for you?”
I want to say yes, that never in my wildest dreams and there were quite a lot featuring him, did I picture his tongue in my ass, but I take a deep breath instead. “No.”
“You tell me to stop and I will.”
I nod though I don’t know if he can tell based on his vantage point and then I feel his tongue circling the hole. He spreads my cheeks more as he forces his tongue inside me. My toes curl and my mouth drops open as his finger rubs my clit gently and then I hear the buzzing.
“For your clit. I want this to feel good for you. It doesn’t always the first time.” He rests the vibrator against the sensitive bundle of nerves and I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure shoots through me. I take it from him, holding it against me and rubbing it in slow circles moving towards my climax slow and steadily.
“Damian, fuck.” I bite my bottom lip but I slowly feel myself relaxing with each stroke of his tongue over my hole. Coupled with the vibration on my sex has me moving fast towards another orgasm. His tongue leaves me and then I hear the squirt of the lubricant and something cool at my hole and a finger pushing into me slowly.
“This okay?” he asks and I nod, my mind wiped clean of every single thing I’ve ever thought about sex. I’m not a prude and I’ve watched my fair share of porn, but seeing and doing are completely different things. I thought I’d feel dirtier with his mouth and fingers there, but taking this step with someone I trust and love completely makes me feel like this is anything but dirty. It’s beautiful and magical and I want to do it again and again for the rest of my life.
My pussy begins to pulse with the beginning of my orgasm so I pull away, wanting to feel the peak of the high when he’s in my ass and I don’t know that I will have the energy to come again after three strong orgasms. I’m breathing deeply, trying to calm the blood singing in my veins when he adds another finger stretching me.
“You’re doing so well, baby. You look so pretty bent over for me with my fingers in this tight hole.” He rubs my back gently, his tone soft despite the bite in the words. “Gorgeous,” he praises. I shiver and clench around his fingers and he groans. “Fuck, you’re going to feel so tight wrapped around my dick.” I hear the squirt of more lube as he works what I think to be a third finger in and I turn the vibrator back on.
“I—I think I’m ready,” I tell him. “Your fingers can only prepare me for your dick so much.” I turn around and meet his eyes. “Nothing feels like your cock.”
I see the pride on his face and I giggle to myself that men really are all the same when it comes to praise about their dicks. I turn back around. “I’m going to go slow, okay? Fuck, your ass, Shay.” He leans down pressing a kiss to each cheek again and then I feel his thick, heavy cock at my hole. He drags it across the skin slowly and then I hear more lubricant both at my hole and I’m assuming on his dick and then he pushes in slowly. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me because god damn, his fingers feel very different. I feel his hand between my legs and he grabs the vibrator from my hand. “Just focus on breathing,” he says as he rests the vibrator on the lowest speed on my clit as he works himself into my ass. He moves back and forth slowly, stretching me.
“Damian,” I let out a shaky breath because I feel full and overstimulated. I clench around him and he groans.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”
“Does it feel g-good?” Despite the tightness in my ass, the vibrations on my clit are starting to make me feel loose and my body can’t decide if the tension coursing through me is because of pain or because of the looming orgasm. I suppose a little of both.
“Yes, fuck, it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt. You are fucking incredible.” He goes in a little further, pushing a little harder each time and while I still feel a pinch, it’s starting to hurt less and less. He’s holding one of my hips with one hand and the vibrator against my clit with the other and I know this can’t be particularly easy for him to do. I guess he doesn’t have an eight pack for no reason.
“I got it.” I grab it back from him. “Fuck me.”
He reaches down, his cock still half inside of me and presses a kiss to the middle of my back. “You sure?”
“Yes, go faster. Harder,” I tell him. “I want your cum in my ass. Fill me up. I want it in me for the rest of the night.
“Shay.” He grunts as he begins fucking me a little harder, and pushing himself further into my asshole. The burn is subsiding and I’ve turned the speed up on the vibrator. I slide it inside, fucking my pussy while he fucks my ass. “Fuck, baby.” He’s starting to breathe heavily and I wonder if he’s about to come after not coming yet tonight.
I turn my head and I see him staring down at where we are connected, his dark chestnut hair fallen slightly over his eyes and his bottom lip drawn between his perfectly straight teeth. He is so fucking sexy. And fucking mine. The thought that I’ve brought this man to his knees for me and he wants me and this as bad as I do makes me feel powerful and sexy and I never want this feeling to end.
