17. Damien

I don't just steal a glance at her in the morning, I fucking indulge, greedily drinking in the perfect curve of her plump lips that are formed in a soft 'o' as she sleeps. Her hair is a twisted, frizzy mess atop her head, but all I can think of is grabbing a fist full of it, tugging on the locks as I enter her sweet cunt.

At the thought, my cock twitches alive, hard and relentlessly in search of her warm folds.

Fuck...

I suck in a deep breath, and shift gently, attempting to avoid waking her for only a few more minutes so I can sneak a few more minutes to observe her, but her eyes flutter open, and I grin.

She blinks away the sleep, dragging a heavy arm up to wipe at her eyes with her hand, while pulling her lips up into a smile.

"Were you watching me?" She rasps, grogginess entwined in her words. I chuckle, poke the wrinkles between her brows as she narrows her eyes at me accusingly. So, fucking feisty. Biting my lip, I return her narrowed gaze with a sarcastic one of my own and lean forward slowly.

"What if I was?" I tease, edging closer to her. I gaze at her lips again and challengingly drag my eyes from her tongue as she darts it out along her mouth. She opens her mouth to retort what I assume is another snarky comment but is interrupted by me capturing her mouth with mine.

I don't hold back, dragging moans from her as I mold my lips against her, suckling and nibbling on her lips. Just as my name slips from her mouth into mine, I pull away.

She pouts, anger clouding her eyes.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I goad and wiggle a brow quickly. She grins and moves under the blanket so quickly; I have no time to prepare before I feel a hand wrap around my shaft. She circles her thumb on the tip of my cock, eliciting a guttural groan from my lips.

God, she feels so good. Fucking otherworldly.

I curse and toss my head back as I lean back on my elbows.

"There's a few things I can do to you,' She comments, and rips the blanket away from my lap, tossing it off the bed completely. Her hand feels so fucking good on my cock, I find myself thrusting my hips to meet her stroking rhythm.

"Too fucking good..." I growl, and swallow. "Mila..."

She twists so she's on her knees next to me, and I shake when she dips her head low and sucks an inch of my length between her cheeks. The warmth sends a vibration through me, and I shoot my hands to her hair, pulling it away from her face, watching with wide eyes as she sinks down farther on my length, slurping and choking my rod into the depths of her throat.

"Oh fuck, Mila. Your mouth feels so good on my cock." She bobs her head furiously, like it's dependent on her life to make me explode in her mouth. Expertly, she swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, and I rasp through clenched teeth: "I'm gonna come in your mouth if you don't stop."

"Mm," She moans, and the vibrations from her mouth envelop my cock, and I feel my balls tightening. Oh fuck. She releases my cock quickly with a pop, resuming strokes with her hand long enough to lay a sultry gaze on my face, with a tantalizing smirk on the corner of her lips as she replies.

"Come deep in my throat, and I'll swallow every delicious drop of it."

Before I can retort, she pushes her mouth down my cock, and swallows me to the hilt. The sounds of wetness and sucking fill the room. I find myself fucking her face, grinding my cock against her throat, attempting to savor just a few more seconds before I give her just what she wants.

"Oh shit, I'm about to come," I announce, and she clamps her lips as tight as she can around me, sucking me with power driven by her need to taste my seed. My cock jerks and I press her tight to me, emptying myself into the back of her throat. I watch as she swallows and licks the little liquid trailing down her chin.

"You're fucking gorgeous," I comment breathless. A smile spreads widely on her face, and contagiously, I find myself smiling brightly.

"There's more where that came from.... If you're good." She plops back down on her back, peering up at the ceiling.

I let out a sharp breath.

"Oh really?"

I swiftly move in between her legs, pushing them back so she's spread nice and wide for me. The folds of her pussy are coated with slick wetness, and just to confirm what I already know, I tease a finger in the entrance to her cunt.

"You're fucking soaked, Mila."

She wiggles her hips slightly, and giggles.

"Something about having your cock in my mouth just excites me."

Just hearing her say that fills me with a need to devour her pussy, claim every orgasm that she'll have when I'm lapping her up with my tongue.

I push my finger in deeper, pumping it in and out of her, listening to the satisfying sounds of her moans of approval.

"Damien, please taste me," She whines, and I don't need anymore convincing. I cover her pussy with my mouth while continuing to fuck her with my finger, adding a second digit to that tight fucking twat.

"God," I grumble around my protruding tongue as I glide my it up her slit to that hard, sweet bud. Her clit is hard from her arousal, and every flick of my tongue against it makes her clench around my fingers and shake.

"Just like that," She rasps breathlessly. "Just like that! That feels so good," She gasps. Her eyes flutter closed, and I watch with pure fascination as she grinds her hips around, rubbing her pussy harder against my tongue.

"Oh, oh, oh shit..." She pants. Just the move of her body has my cock hard again. Feeling her walls tighten around my fingers as she gets closer makes me want to fuck the absolute shit out of her.

"I – I'm gonna come on your tongue," She whines. "Oh yes, eat me baby."

I feel her orgasm before she begins crying out. Her hands shoot to my head and she humps my face wildly, grinding her cunt and juices against my nose and mouth. I bury my face in her, losing myself in the tangy juices of her cum; The liquid ecstasy I enacted from her body.

I climb up her body, my stiff cock slides up her pussy, coating my shaft with her cum.

"I have to fuck you," I state, and grab ahold of my cock to rub against her slit.

"God, yes," She moans and pushes her hips forward to trap my cock in her entrance. I enter in one swift motion, our groans simultaneously piercing the air as I begin to fuck her without restraint. Every thrust of my hips, I find myself pulled by her pussy muscles into the warm, spongy tightness of her cunt.

"Your cunt is so fucking tight, Mila. I'd stay buried in it all day if I could."

She rocks her hips against me to meet my vigorous thrusts while moaning my name repeatedly. Just the sound of my name on her lips drives me fucking wild. I snarl and grab ahold of the head board, rocking myself into her violently. The bed shakes, wood creaking and groaning, moans depleting the silence, and wet, hot skin slapping and sliding against each other.

I fuck her like my life depends on it. Like making her come is the key to the fucking maddening lust eating away at me, despite the fact I know I won't be sated. Not now, and not for who knows how long. I can't get enough of her fucking body and the way she responds to mine.

Her legs wrap around my waist, as she molds to me.

Mercilessly, she chokes out a groan, and I feel her pussy tightening.

"I can't stop, Damien. I'm gonna come again, all over your cock!"

"Cream on my cock baby." I urge her.

"I'm coming!" She cries and I feel the flood of fluid, as her cum surrounds my shaft inside of her.

I let go, using one hand to grab her hip and slam her pussy against my cock as I erupt inside of her.

"Too fucking good."

A few hard pumps of my hips as my cock empties, and I release the headboard, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips quickly before I glance at the clock.

"Shit. I better get moving. I have a meeting with a client at nine."

According to the clock I'm barely going to make it to meet Tatiana. I move quickly, hopping off the bed, before scooping my clothes off the floor.

"I don't think that's professional," She says sarcastically. I twist and shoot her a look, before rolling my eyes.

"It is if I hop in the shower... although, I don't want to wash away the scent of you on my cock."

She gasps and covers her mouth.

"You're one of the dirtiest mouthed men I've ever met."

"Charming isn't it?" I chuckle and head towards her bathroom, setting my ruffled clothes on the toilet seat before starting the water.

As much as I don't want to leave, I know Tatiana will be waiting for me soon.

Best to get it over with.

***

She chose the most populated restaurant she could think of. Chez Liz has the best French breakfast choices there are. The elegant French décor draws customers in, and just as expected, the place is packed.

No surprise. She likes an audience.

Tatiana is punctual, just as usual. She greets me with obedient eyes that regard me quietly as we're seated. Hell, she doesn't even speak. She won't, until I address her.

She kept her curls down. Unrestrained, the way I demanded it be when in the club so I could get a nice handful of it.

I've trained her well.

After we're seated at a two-person table towards the vast window looking onto the bustling street, I settle into my chair and finger the menu, eyeing the manila folder she clutches in her arms.

I'm briefly distracted by the dress she chose. The tight blue dress is the one she wore the first day I fucked her raw at the club. I claimed her then, and now, given her appearance, she's itching to be back at the club.

"Tatiana, what do you have for me?"

She holds out the folder, hands shaking, a nervous furrow to her brows.

"Just some information for you, Sir."

Despite the setting, I don't correct her. Even though we're not in the club, hearing that name does something to me. I imagine the word tumbling from Mila's lips, and suppress a shudder.

I reach for the folder, and open it, scanning the paperwork. Lease agreements, rent documentation, inspection, etc,. My eyes catch something written on the paperwork, and I glance up at Tatiana.

"It's written here that you're behind on your rent payments and that's the reason for eviction."

She nods, swiping away the tears that escape from her eyes. I frown.

"You're having money issues?"

She sniffles, and nods.

"Tatiana, why didn't you say anything?" I question harshly. I'm angered that she at least didn't feel comfortable enough to mention it. Especially considering.... The nature of our relationship.

"I – I didn't want to burden you, Sir." She diverts her eyes away from my intense gaze and down to her hands in her lap.

"Look at me," I demand, banging my fist off the table which grabs the attention of people around us. "You're three months behind... You should've said something."

She shrugs and pushes stray strands of hair out of her face.

"You always seemed occupied when we were together, and you were so quick to leave, and I – honestly, I just figured our relationship was about one thing only. Sex. Not money, not debt or hardships, unfiltered, boundless sex.

She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs because she's getting aroused. It's what she does when she's turned on.

"It was about sex, that doesn't mean I don't understand hardship. I could've helped in some way – now..." I trail off as anger boils up within me. She was reckless, careless, and look what it's going to cost her.

"Now you're screwed... unless you can get your landlord to agree to something. According to the lease you have thirty days, so it'd be illegal to kick you out in nine."

She nods slowly and rests her hands on the table.

"I... I kind of had an idea."

I quirk my brow.

She clears her throat; I feel her foot touch my ankle before slowly sliding up my leg.

"What if I became your submissive full time?" The hope in her voice twists my guts inside of me. I've never felt like a piece of shit for our arrangement, until now. I know she cares. More than she should about me, but I've never returned those feelings. She was always an outlet for my frustration.

Fucking eh.

"Tatiana, no. I –"

"Please, Sir? It's been too long since we've been to the club," She whines as her foot closes in on my cock. "I long to have your cock inside of me again." I know she enjoys the way heads turn as people begin to overhear her.

I grab ahold of her ankle and gently push her away, so as not to upset her.

"Listen, Tatiana, as much as that offer is appealing. I can't." I shake my head. Disappointment flashes in her eyes, and she sighs.

"You know, I've always admired you," She says quietly. "Always wished I could please you in more ways than sex."

I'm speechless.

"You were a lot better than the majority of those old assholes who usually roam the club."

I bite my tongue and let her continue. I don't know what I can say to make her feel better. I don't know what I can do to help her right now.

She begins to slide out of her seat. I reach for her hand, grasping it in mine firmly.

"Let me see what I can do about your landlord. I'll give you the money for your back rent."

She shakes her head, blonde curls flying wildly around her face.

"Damien, you really don't have to do that –"

"I want to. You've been a good submissive."

She pulls her lips into a smile and I release her hand.

"I'll make a few phone calls." I tap my fingers on the paperwork. "I'm going to keep this and look everything over."

"Okay, thank you again."

She departs without another word, leaving the bitter taste of her anguish behind.