Chapter 12: Disappointment

Damian's POV

He was so big. I choked just thinking about how his dick took every part of my mouth. I had never been with a guy before, but he was big — I thought I was going to choke and die on his dick.

I looked at the card whose room number read 104, thinking about whether I was going to go there or stay back in my studio working.

My body betrayed me and tingled with excitement. Every part of me pulsed as I thought about every single thing this man could do to me.

I fiddled with the card in my hand. I couldn't be so sure what I was putting myself into.

Did I really have to go?

Did I want to go? So many thoughts crept into my head. He had sent his gifts, and everything had made me smile.

He needed me for pleasure and nothing more. I was meant to give him pleasure, satisfy him, make him cum in so many ways.

But a part of my heart still got excited seeing him.

He controlled my body in ways I did not understand. It made me feel like I never truly knew myself. He knew where to start and how to end it.

I wasn't sure who he was going to be after this. Because of him, I had gotten a lot of interviews in the past few days, and it had all been because of him.

I needed to make him feel like he was in heaven whenever he was with me.

I cleared everything in my office and packed my bag, thinking of how much peace it was going to be, spending some time with the popular CEO everybody looked up to.

I smiled, thinking of everything I was going to do to him.

I had never thought I'd be the one interested in men. I never thought men's bodies would hold such an interest for me. Yet here I was, getting hard because I was going to be inside a man.

I pressed my lips together, trying to hide my laughter.

What did he see in me? I thought, as I moved around the studio one last time, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything.

There were better people than me — better men who knew how to make people feel good — and here I was, with no idea what life was going to be for me. And he had picked me.

I needed to make him feel good so he didn't just wake up one day and get tired of me.

My mind wandered to my foster parents as I stepped outside the studio and locked the door. Would they have been proud of me, knowing this was the path I had finally taken?

My jaw hardened as I thought about what my parents were actually plotting this time. They moved silently and slowly.

They would never let me go just like that. I was going to pay for every single dime they had spent on me. I was sure of that.

I sent Derek a text telling him I'd be home later than usual, so he could spend enough time with his girlfriend, Amy.

And he replied me.

Take care of yourself.

I stepped into the elevator, thinking of how long my night was going to be.

I walked out of the elevator. My cab was waiting outside.

“Good afternoon,” I greeted the chauffeur back who nodded as a response.

I stepped into the car, told the chauffeur my destination, and we were on our way.

My pulse hammered. My heart kept beating as I thought about what he was going to make me do.

I wasn't sure I was really ready for this.

*****

I walked into the beautifully designed building as lights shone across the room, casting a beautiful illumination over the ceramic floor.

I walked into the reception and opened my mouth slightly, seeing how big and beautiful the place was. I had been to beautiful places before, but this was a bigger discovery.

"Good evening," I greeted. She looked up and offered me a smile. She directed me to the room without asking any questions.

My heart kept pounding as I thought about how long he had been waiting. I walked slowly toward the door and knocked, waiting for a response.

There was no response.

I waited, shifting my weight, straining to hear movement on the other side.

I slid the card into the reader. The light blinked green. I turned the handle and stepped inside.

The dark room greeted me. The deep comfortable kind, the silence broken only by the faint glow of the city.

I looked around the big room — the bed was even bigger than the one in his mansion — wondering why he wasn't here.

I checked my phone and sent him a message.

I’m here.

Then I sat at the edge of the bed . The cool air felt good against my skin, and before long, the night was warm and the room was quiet.

I had drifted off to sleep, after waiting for a long time.