SELENA His fingers soon made a 'V' over my clit and with purpose, he began to play with it. Damon leaned closer to my ear once again and with a very husky voice, he said, "Lay on the floor." "D-Damon..." I moaned his name as he pressed my clit between his fingers. The arm he had around my waist traveled to the back of my neck which he held firmly until he tilted my head the way he wanted. Suddenly, he began to nibble at my skin. Every part of my neck, he placed his lips. His teeth greatly teased my skin as his fingers continued to rub my clit to my greatest pleasure. Moaning sounds that I never thought I would hear myself utter began to leave my mouth and soon, my knees began to give in. Gently, Damon worked his way until I was laying on the cold ground. As he hovered above me, he began to plant kisses all over my chest area. He did not leave out my breasts either. Without pausing, he caressed and kissed and ground until I was moaning his name and dancing in a way that begged
DAMON "Shit!" I cursed loudly as I realized I didn't take my clothes with me. As I stared down at my penis and the little redness smeared over its shaft, I wondered what happened to Selena that she stopped what we had going. I was so close to feeling that explosive orgasm. I could feel my insides rush with excitement. I can still recall how my legs curled with desire as our bodies moved rhythmically. Selena felt what I felt as well, I could tell. The look on her face, the way her hands demanded my touch by digging her fingers into my skin, all that was enough to tell me that she enjoyed what we were sharing as much as I did. But something happened mid-way that I couldn't decipher. As my legs paced the small space that barricaded the bathroom from the corridor ahead, I felt a chill embrace my total nakedness. With haste, I scanned the room and when I found a small mountain of folded towels tucked in a corner, I rejoiced. It would indeed be a sad thing if I step out into t
DAMON Without uttering a word, I followed Lucius. I followed him until we ended up in front of a room that was shielded by heavy curtains. As the curtains were drawn apart, a large couch was revealed. Seated on the couch was a woman who maintained a very seductive pose. As her playful eyes followed Lucius's and my movements, she said, "Welcome boys. Would you like a dance?" While I made sure I had a respectful look on my face, I had my seat quite far from her. For a second, I grazed my sight through her body which was shielded by a simple robe that contradicted the bold makeup on her face. Her hair danced as she sharply turned in my direction after Lucius walked out of the room. "A dance?" she asked as I threw a gentle smile in her direction. "No," my hands quickly gestured, "thank you. You don't have to." "I have to get paid either way. Even if I don't give you a dance," she got up and began to walk toward me, "I have to get paid." "Oh." A slight chuckle escaped my lips.
DAMON I felt my fingers dig into the hard surface of the device in my hand. My brows twitched with anger as Ethan locked eyes with me for a prolonged moment. While his honey-like orbs danced with delight, Ethan wore a smirk on his face and Basiton made a certain noise with his mouth. As the taller man shuffled his legs toward Ethan, he asked, "Do you know Pretty Boy?" "Know him?" That voice... I hated it so much. The few times I heard its thickness which had some croaking effects each time he spoke, I always felt a rush of anger in my bones. Well, that was understandable. He always reminded me of someone I hate to remember. "Of course, I know him. Why won't I know my half-brother?" "Brother?" Basiton was certainly amused. After he looked in my direction, he quickly darted his eyes toward Ethan who still had a gloating aura around him despite him being in a situation where he could become a prisoner. "You didn't tell me you had a brother, Ethan." "Half-brother," I corrected, the h
SELENA As he blew air onto my pulsing bud, I felt a small shiver run down my spine. I found that I was about to delve into the effect of his touch when I quickly caught myself and grabbed a handful of his hair. I watched his forehead fold into a frown as our eyes met in the slight darkness that hovered around us. His touch that rested against my waist made me release a low sigh of delight. His warm hands made my skin feel like a rare treasure. The way he carefully held me, the way his fingers didn't stop planting slight caresses over my waist, made my entire body feel wanted. He indeed made me feel like a rare treasure. But, I had an intention. I didn't want to succumb to his touch like I did last time. I want to be in charge. I want to tell him what to do to me. Every plan he might have, I have the strong desire to trample on it and make him do my bidding. I do not want him to control me with his touch. Nobody gets to control me. Nobody. Not even the man that I want. Damo
DAMON Though we were roughly the same height, I felt intimidated by the man in front of me. His eyes which were beautiful to behold held a hint of danger in them. His voice, which asked me a question I was yet to process, made sweat quickly form over my palms. Hearing Selena refer to him as her father made it even worse. Standing in front of me was the man that was once called The Devil of Población. Before The Dangerous Dame came to light, The Devil ruled Población without mercy. His rule allowed for many forms of illicit acts. The Devil of Población successfully controlled the Government which mostly did his bidding and neglected their duties. He was on the throne when my father got away with maltreating my mother. So, coupled with the fear within me was slight anger toward the former leader of the Damish Gang. I had no idea I was returning his glare until I felt a tight grip on my chin. The older Danniman dug his fingers into my jaw so much that I could feel slight pain in t
DAMON My hold on the doorknob felt strange. But, the sight my eyes landed on was stranger. With no intention to watch any further, I proceeded to gently close the door, but I felt Selena's hand cover my eyes. I almost laughed at her purely ironic action. Who should be covering whose eyes? That's her father in there screwing a gang member while another man who is fully clothed watches. Okay... no matter how much I think about it, I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that a man like Lucius has such a peculiar sexual taste. But it was more baffling to watch him sit still without moving or saying a word. Surely, the intense scene he was watching was thrilling enough. If I were the one in his seat, I would have certainly whipped out my dick and helped myself out. I definitely wouldn't be able to endure the tension that would keep growing within my trousers. After I gently closed the door, I pulled Selena's hand out of my face. "What..." her light feet fell back by three st
DAMON “If anything,” the man called Grayson continued with his gloated talk despite the look of disbelief that rested on my face, “in whatever you do in this life, you must make sure you get laid as often as possible. Enjoy the touch of women as much as you can, my dear boy!” My back arched slightly as he slapped my shoulder, delight on his face. “Women are created for our pleasure.” As I watched his lips capture the morsel of food he brought to his mouth, the disgust within me appeared on my face. Why would anyone have such a view about women? Grayson sounded happy to say that women are his playthings. He didn’t even regard Selena’s presence at the table. She is a woman after all. Without turning, I tried to decipher Selena’s reaction to Grayson’s ridiculous words. She sat very still and all that came from her side was the clanking sound of cutlery meeting the hard surface of a plate. “Mr. Grayson…” I had no intention to let him get away with his reckless view of women. “I have t