Wreck Me (11 page)

By the time we arrive at Damon’s place we are both anxious to get to his bedroom. He taps the button at the elevators and the doors chime as they slide open. He tugs me in, and the doors shut. He punches in a code, and we begin ascending to the penthouse. He turns to me, and in an instant he sweeps me up off my feet. My back crashes against the wall of the elevator. His full lips cover mine and his tongue plunders my mouth hungrily. I moan into him and he rolls his hips against mine. His cock is fighting against his trousers to be freed. The elevator lurches to a halt and the doors slide open. I’m set to my feet then tugged by the hand to follow him. He hasn’t said a damn thing since we left my place. I feel a little nervous about it. Normally no discussion would be a welcome thing for me, but something about Damon’s silence has me feeling edgy. He unlocks that fancy door and pulls me into the penthouse. There is no hesitation and I am immediately dragged to the stairs. I snatch my hand from his and stop in place.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He sighs and rubs the bridge of his straight nose between his thumb and index finger.

“Yes. I just- I want you. I have to have you.” Oh. He exhales loudly and his chest deflates. What does he mean he wants me and has to have me? If he is hinting at some type of long term thing I won’t be able to give that to him. As much as I’d like to daydream about being normal and dating, falling in love and maybe even popping out a kid or two, it’s just not in the plans for me. I am not good girlfriend material and I have no interest in setting myself up for more loss. Thanks, but no thanks.

I glance up into his warm liquid honey eyes and I die on the inside a bit. He is looking at me with such need and desperation. Why me? I’m a nobody with nothing. Honestly he should not even be interested in me in any capacity other than casual sex a time or two. He is way out of my league. I wish I could be normal. If there were ever a man worth giving a shot it would be him. There is no doubt about it in my mind. I can’t bring myself to ruin the mood though. I’m a giant coward. It’s wrong of me, but I decide to tell him what he wants to hear. It’s a means to an end, and dammit I want my end. He coils those veiny long muscular arms around me and nuzzles my neck. He lays a trail of hot kisses up to my ear.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I do as he says and he climbs the stairs two at a time with me clinging to him. I take the opportunity to inquire about our strange dilemma.

“Anything come to mind? Any memory of me pop up?” He pauses a long time and for a moment I think maybe he hasn’t heard me.

“Only one thing
pops
up when I think about you, and you’re about to find out what it is,” he murmurs into my neck, and I breathe an internal sigh of relief knowing that our quest for answers gets to continue. He walks us down the corridor to his room and kicks open his door again. It’s amazing that he hasn’t put his foot through the damn thing. He takes me to his bed and plops me down.

“Wait.” I hold up a hand, palm against his thrumming chest and he freezes. I peek up at him and his face has gone stoic, his pulse has sped up even further and his skin in nearly pale. What in the world? I push forward in spite of his odd behavior.

“Don’t you find it fucking odd as hell? This whole thing we feel? It’s not normal. If I felt this connected to someone shouldn’t I have a memory of meeting them or knowing them? It’s just odd is all I’m saying. Are you sure you never volunteered or dropped off a donation at the mission?” He inhales deeply.

“No. I’ve never been there.” I shake my head and my brows draw together. This is driving me nuts. Maybe I feel like if somehow I sort out how I know him, the pull between us will be validated a bit.

“Maybe we were lovers in a past life or something,” I say jokingly and shrug. He only half smiles in response. What is his deal?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I narrow my eyes on him skeptically. He is just acting so odd and I find it difficult to believe it’s because he is eager to have me.

“I’ll be better if we could stop talking and lose these clothes.” He punctuates his statement with a light smack of his hand across my thigh. I yelp and he silences me with his skillful mouth. He pulls back leaving me disgruntled over the loss of his lips against mine. He taps my forearm.

“Raise them.” I comply and lift my arms. He swiftly jerks my tank top over my head and tosses it to the floor. I am sitting on the side of his bed in my bra, shorts, and sandals. He folds my hands together and sets them in my lap.

“Close your eyes, Josephine.”

“It’s Jo.”

“No it’s not,” he counters. The deep authoritative tone in which he says it has me spellbound lusting after him. He nips my neck and I lose all train of thought.

Suddenly a soft fabric brushes over my face then comes into place over my eyes. I let out a gasp as he pulls the fabric snug and ties it comfortably tight. I have never really been blindfolded during sex and I feel only the tiniest bit of apprehension. . I feel that I can trust him and this whole blindfold thing is hot. I’m in total darkness behind the cloth and I listen closely to him moving about. I can hear his zipper lower, and the shuffling of clothing. One of his hands cups my cheek and his thumb strokes a path across my cheekbone. He reaches behind me and snaps open my bra like he’s done it a million times. Realistically a man like Damon has likely had lots of play. I cringe at the thought of him with another woman. He slips my bra down my shoulders and I hear him toss it to the floor. He places a hand on each of my shoulders and gently pushes me back to lie flat on my back. My legs still dangle from the side of the bed and I am clothed from the waist down. I feel his hands glide down my legs then he unclasps one sandal and then the other. They slip off with ease and I hear them hit the floor with a light thump. His warm hands envelope one of my feet. He kisses the instep of my foot and it feels like a combination between ticklish and erotic. It sends a charged current from the tips of my toes to my groin and my stomach clenches down low.

“Lift.” He taps my hip and I prop my feet and the side rail of his bed and lift my ass. His fingers hook into the waist of my shorts and panties and he drags them off leaving me bare to him. His lips land on my stomach beneath my navel and I let out a breathy moan. He drops wet kisses up the center of my torso. The bed dips and he is straddling me. One hand is lifted above me and he brings it to his lips and kisses my palm then my wrist up to the inside of my elbow which send that familiar current straight to my groin again. My arm is laid out above my head. He mirrors the same thing with my other. I feel him shift and leave the bed. What the hell?

“Where’d you go?”

“Hush. Patience.” I can hear him rustling around with something. What in the hell could he possibly be doing? Looking for a condom maybe? I feel the bed above my head dip and his mouth is against my ear.

“Are you still ready, Josephine?” His warm breath against my skin makes me squirm and writhe involuntarily. I can feel the wetness between my thighs increase and my need for him grows ten-fold.

“Yes,” I blurt eagerly.

“Tell me.”

“I’m ready for you,” I spit out in a rush. I feel an odd sense of shyness over saying it and it’s so unlike me. Shy is a foreign concept.

“Atta’ girl. This is going to be tight but it won’t hurt. I promise. I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.” Do I? My arms are extended out into a V above my head. I can feel him attach something like a cuff to each wrist. The material feels strong, but it’s supple against my skin. There is a sudden zipping sound, and my arms are stretched to their maximum, but he is right, it doesn’t hurt in the slightest. My stomach feels like it’s brimming with butterflies. He presses his lips to my cheek. I lean into his kiss and nuzzle him. I’m needy for contact. I want his skin on mine. All over mine. He fulfills me in a way no man ever has. When I’m near him it seems that no man exists or ever has. Maybe never will. I feel the brush of his leg beside mine. One of my feet is lifted and he slips on a heel. The stilettos. The other foot is lifted and he guides my foot into the dangerously high heels.

“I told you that you’d wear these heels tonight. Didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I quietly admit.

“Bend your knees for me, baby.” Baby? I have never been called that before. Maybe by some jackass cat calling a time or two, but never like this. Not in a genuine way. It sends the butterflies in my stomach into a tail spin. I bend my knees and draw my legs up. The high heels make it semi-awkward but it feels so sexy. I am tied up in nothing but stilettos and I feel hot.

“Beautiful.” A small smile sneaks across my lips with his compliment. Both of his big warm hands go to my thighs and I take in a shaky breath in anticipation. His hands leave my skin no sooner than a moment after they were placed there and I groan. A deep chuckle rumbles from Damon and it pisses me off. I am getting impatient here. I am tied up, naked, and waiting patiently. I don’t think my pussy can get any wetter with arousal.

“Soon,” is his answer to my petulant groan. Another soft yet strong strap wraps around one thigh and then the other. Holy shit! He is tying up my legs so they stay in position. As if he has read my mind, he explains.

“It seems you have a slight inability to follow directions when my mouth is on that perfect pussy of yours so I am going to remedy the situation. Now you can’t move.” I draw in a breath and it does little to calm my eager body.

“Are you still ready for me, baby?”

“Yes. Please.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” One fingertip traces the moist seam of my opening and I tremble. He smoothes my arousal over me all the way down to my ass, I flinch a fraction at the intrusive touch.

“Perfect,” he purrs. His hands grip both my ankles tightly and I can feel his mouth hovering above my needy core. His warm breath assails my hyper sensitive flesh and I arch my back what little I can. His broad bare shoulders rub against the inside of my knees as he leans forward and berates my stomach and hipbones with wet kisses. His tongue snakes out and licks a hot trail around my navel. I moan as my hips fight against the bonds to move forward to him.

“You have no patience, baby. We’ll have to work on that.”

“You mean torture and tease me until I stop?” I snap like an errant child.

“Would you like to be gagged too?”

“No,” I mumble.

“That’s good. I would sure dislike having to gag you. That mouth of yours makes some of the most seductive sounds when I’m buried to the hilt.” Oh fuck my life! This man is going to be the death of me. His lips land on the inside on one of my knees and he plants a lingering soft kiss there.

“I.” He moves further up my trembling leg and plants another soft kiss.

“Love.” Higher yet again and another kiss that has me tugging in vain against my bonds.

“That.” His lips linger against the joint between my pussy and my upper thigh. I moan and pant in desperation.

“Mouth.” His silky tongue makes contact with my clit and he makes one swift lick from my clit all the way to my ass. I gasp and squirm. His muscular arms wrap around each of my upper thighs and hold me even more immobile. His muscles flex and hold my legs in a vice like grip and I am left vulnerable to his ministrations. His tongue twirls around the perimeter of my opening and my body clenches fiercely.

“Mmmm,” I hum appreciatively. His mouth feels like the most divine thing I’ve ever experienced and I swear I have never been pleasured so thoroughly. He makes another slow pass of his tongue from top to bottom and I moan. His lips seal around my clit and he alternates between flicks of his tongue and strong suckling.

“Damon,” I grind out through my pleasure. His exquisite mouth leaves my clit and his attention goes to my slick opening. His tongue plunges deep then withdraws from me. He works me in this fashion until every breath is a moan. I can barely breathe and he has easily and skillfully worked me to climax. I feel my impending pleasure tightening up low in my stomach. He stops. My orgasm slips through my fingers and I whimper. One finger dives deep into me. He draws it out and smoothes my wetness over my ass. I once again flinch at the intrusive feeling of his touch against such a private place. I have had plenty of sex, but anal play has never been something I have ventured into. He presses a finger to the tight bud and I do my best to relax. One long finger slips into my channel. Now a second finger. His knowing touch builds me to orgasm in no time.