19. Damien

Tatiana's name appears on my phone amidst a text I'm about to type to Mila. I should ignore it. Just her name evokes frustration from me, or it's the fact my cock's rock hard right now, and I've just gotten attitude from a seventy-year-old client. Miss McCoy, with her snow-white hair, and soft features is not someone to fuck with. She doesn't take shit, and she wasn't too thrilled I was cutting our meeting short, but I want Mila so bad it hurts.

I can't even wait until nine.

I dare a glance at Tatiana's text message, and frown. The tension in me aches in my shoulders as I, unmoving, gaze at the text.

Just fucking ignore it.

* Damien, would you mind stopping by my place? I have news pertaining to the case. It's important.

Sighing, I toss my phone into the seat, feeling my erection ebbing away. The image of Hannah in that harness bounces around in my mind, and I bite my fist, inhaling deeply to calm my nerves. My phone goes off again, interrupting my building excitement. I reach for it, eyes skating across the screen, and firm my lips, while furrowing my brows.

*I know it's last minute, but I just really have something to tell you.

"Fuck!" I holler, and type Mila a quick reply.

*Hey, something came up. Have to meet with a client quickly. We're still on for 9.

The dashboard clock flashed 6:50pm. I made a mental note not to stay at Tatiana's long. Curiosity and duty fueled me to turn the key in the ignition and begin my way to Tatiana's.

Remembering our conversation, the other day makes my stomach drop. The disappointment and sadness in her eyes. Hell, maybe I agreed to go see her because I'm guilty. I wasn't there enough for her when she was my submissive, and now as someone helping her with legal trouble, I need to make myself more available for her.

Yeah, at the cost of your fucking sex life....

I huff, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.

Good thing I'll have all night to satiate my need for Mila. All fucking night. I'll make sure it's one that will make her want many more nights at the club with me.

***

Tatiana's apartment complex isn't the nicest, but at least it's not in the bad part of town. I park my car, get out and stride towards her door. Raising my hand, I rap my knuckles against it and wait for her to answer, all while eyeing my watch.

She answers the door, perched in heels, and a tight red dress that dips low, revealing her cleavage. Her brazen smile is framed by thick, deep red lipstick that stretches miles long as she flashes her teeth.

"Damien," She greets, opening the door wider for me to pass. The scent of candle's wafts from somewhere in the house. I side-step to let her pass in order to follow suit and notice how exaggeratingly she sways her ass. "Thank you for coming."

She leads me to the dining room. I halt, eyes widening alarmingly, as I take in the dinner she's prepared with lit candles, and a vase of flowers. She points animatedly to the meal, and clasps her hands together, while grinning.

"First, I just wanted to thank you for your help so far. I did receive a call from the lawyer you referred me to."

Then why the fuck am I here?

I nod slowly, arms out as I take a weary step forward.

"Tatiana.... What is this?" I narrow my eyes, confusion etched on my face. Her heels clack loudly against the hardwood as she moves, leaning forward to grasp the bottle of wine on the table. She pops the cork open and begins pouring the wine into a glass, before offering it to me.

"This is just an innocent thank you gesture for your hard work. I was a bit upset at our last meeting. I let my feelings get in the way of our business, and I apologize."

I stare at the glass like it's filled with fucking snakes, reluctant to accept it. I don't want to give her the wrong impression. Although she did state this was strictly a thank you.

"I uh, I can't stay long," I add, and grab the glass of wine. I bring it to my lips, inhale and sip, surprised to find it tastes good. I pull out my chair, sitting as my eyes cast towards the plate of food before me.

"Do you like the wine?" She questions, ignoring my words. "Marcassin Estate 2005 chardonnay with veal, roasted potatoes in cream sauce." She boasts proudly.

"Did you cook this yourself?"

She nods.

"Wow, I didn't know you could cook." I'm impressed. I hold up my glass toasting to her. "Thank you for the meal," I say, suddenly feeling famished.

"No problem, and there's a lot you don't know about me, Damien."

"Apparently," I mutter, and set my wine down. I grasp for my fork and knife, meeting her lingering gaze as she sits across me. "So, what was this important news pertaining to the case?"

I stab a potato, bringing it to my mouth, savoring the taste of the cream sauce as I chew. The potato is just soft enough but not over cooked. Guess she's no amateur.

Tatiana chews thoughtfully, takes a sip of wine, and sighs.

"Sorry, just didn't think we'd talk much business over dinner."

"And why is that?" I tilt my head as I take another bite. She shifts in her seat, hand shaking as she grabs her wine glass again.

Taking a sip, she manifests confidence that previously had exuded her once asked the question, and reaches to rest her other hand on mine, atop the table.

"I thought two friends could just enjoy a nice dinner together and figure out the rest afterward."

"Like I said before, I don't have a lot of time, so it's best if we discuss business during dinner."

Tatiana looks away from me, cheeks turning a shade of pink as she sighs.

"Oh."

"Did Chase come up with a strategy for your case?"

"He said I should get proof of everything my landlord neglected to fix, and we can build a case against him."

I nod. That's Chase for ya. Trying to go the sleaziest route. Hell, that's my way when it comes to divorces. I chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad you're figuring things out." The veal is just as delicious. I'm completely stunned. She never pegged me for the cooking type. She begins going further into her first encounter with Chase. I listen intently, all while surreptitiously glancing at my watch.

The closer it nears eight o'clock, the more on edge I become. I nod and comment here and there, hoping to speed up the dinner, but it doesn't seem to be working.

"Tatiana," I interrupt her. "I'm going to have to get going soon."

She holds up her finger, wipes her mouth and pushes her chair out.

"Can you excuse me for one moment?"

I hold back from sighing and nod as she disappears from the dining room. I use this time to pull out my phone and check my texts.

*Yeah. No worries. See ya then.

I can hear the disappointment in that text, feel it in the pit of my stomach.

Mila doesn't know that tonight, I'm going to fuck her like I've never fucked her. She wants me ravenous, well, she's going to get exactly what she wants. I groan after a few minutes of Tatiana's departure.

I move to push my chair back and rise, when I hear her returning.

"Hey, I've gotta –"The words die on my lips when Tatiana saunters into the room naked. Her blonde curls cascade down her shoulders, tickling the cleavage of her tits, and her pink nipples are erect and standing on end. My cock jumps, but is interrupted by my surprise, and anger.

She moves to me as I open my mouth to speak, but I'm cut off by her finger pressing gently against my lips. She slides her finger down to my throat, trailing down to my chest.

"Damien, please fuck me," She begs, as her hands glides down to capture my wrist and raise my hand to cup her perky tit.

"Tatiana no!" I hiss while shoving myself back and standing abruptly. "I told you we weren't going to have that kind of relationship anymore."

She bites her lip, and steps back, running her hand down between her breasts, to her pubic bone before she cups her pussy.

"Please, Sir. I miss the feeling of your cock inside of me, stretching and pounding me. I want you so bad."

"Tatiana, look," I begin, crossing my eyes over my chest. "I can recommend a few members of the club who'd be happy to be your dom, but I'm done."

She frowns, leering at me with such malice, I'm taken aback.

"Is that what you do, Damien? Just fucking use people until you get what you want!"

"What are you talking about?"

She swipes the bottle of wine up from the table and throws it to the ground. It shatters, liquid spreading across the floor.

"You think you're better than your junky brother, or your trashy family, but you're not. You treated me like shit and enjoyed it."

My anger boils, and I clench my fists, stepping towards her, halting before my shoe steps in the wine. She's throwing a fucking tantrum, using my family to hurt me. I may have unintentionally hurt her by not returning her feelings, but there's no way in hell she can compare me to my brother.

"Watch what you say, Tatiana," I warn.

"Or what? Huh? What will you do, Damien? Nothing. You're a coward. A shitty lawyer, and frankly, a shitty lay."

"If I'm such a fucking shitty lay, then why are you so quick to fuck me at a 'casual' dinner?"

She points to the hallway that leads to the front door.

"Get the fuck out of my house. Now!" She shrieks. Tears escape her eyes, leaving trails of makeup down her cheeks. She looks a fucking mess.

"This is fucking insane," I grit out, and turn to leave. Never has she once acted like this. Not while I was her dom. Not until she started admitting her feelings for me, like it's my fucking problem that she got emotionally attached which wasn't in our agreement. I yank open her front door, anger coursing through me as I slam it behind me, and stomp towards my car.

"A waste of my damn time," I state while I slip into the drivers seat. I have just enough time to drive directly to the club. I attempt to push the dinner out of my mind, but it plagues my thoughts, and commands my actions.

***

I arrive at the club with ten minutes to spare. Hopping out of the car, I fiddle with my tie as I make my way to the entrance. I pull out my wallet, scan the membership card at the door, and enter.

I'm immediately engulfed in the atmosphere of the club. Doms and submissives both men and women alike amble around the club. I feel her before I spot her. Eyes that linger on me, causing me to turn my head left, where I meet her heavy stare.

She's got a long coat pulled tight over her, hiding the sultry sight of her body. The body I'm going to greedily get my fill of tonight. She stays in her spot as I cross the lobby towards her. She doesn't smirk or grin, and neither do I, because right now all I want to do is leave her bound and naked and red beneath the smack of my palm against her supple flesh, before I enter her sweet, tight pussy.

"Are you ready, Mila?"

She nods.

"Yes," She answers.

I lift my hand, cupping her chin firmly, before leaning forward and capturing her plump bottom lip with my teeth. I tug hard enough to enact a groan from her lips. Pulling back, I raise a brow and correct her.

"Yes, Sir," I admonish.

She swallows, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment. I think she's going to back out. Run for the hills screaming and never look back.

She surprises me.

"Yes, Sir."