Chapter 14; A past

Damian’s POV

I woke up in the morning. Feeling numb and weak after everything that happened yesterday. My ass went instantly weak, making it hard and impossible for me to sit upright.

I slipped my hands beside me into the sheets of the bed to feel his masculine presence but he had already left.

Something stirred in my heart as I thought about why he had left without saying goodbye.

I knew he did not want everyone to see him with me which made me a little bit sad.

My phone beeped, as I rushed to pick up the phone trying to look at who was texting me.

My wrists became limb from trying to wiggle under the clothes he had tied me to.

My foster brother had texted me thanking me for hosting him and promised we would meet up before he flew back for work.

I finally realised I had a life beside being a fuck boy for a man that was ashamed of me.

I went to the bathroom and allowed the water to wash every single thing that we had released out of my body.

Thinking about every single thing that happened yesterday. My cock went hard, showing it veins.

I placed my hands on the shaft, running my hands through the length of my dick. I rested my back on the ceramic wall as I bobbed my hands up and down, back and forth down the length of my dick.

I moaned loudly, grazing my teeth on my lower lips. I couldn’t believe this was what I could do. Listening to his voice in my head, as he called me his little slut.

I was close to the edge, my eyes rolled as the wave of orgasm rippled out of my body. The hot liquid poured down my hands.

I sighed deeply. The shower washed every single thing down my hands and my body making me feel better.

I properly washed up and got out of the shower.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked into the hidden closet that was in the room. The moment I got into the closet I saw two boxes beautifully wrapped in a ribbon with an envelope sitting on one of the boxes.

I tore open the paper covering the envelope as I read the words beautifully engraved on it.

“Your gift for your exhibition”

I smiled as I opened the first envelope, seeing the contents of the first box warmed my heart as I thought about how he was so good with the detail.

I never mentioned to him about how much I’d have loved the engraved brushes for my canvases but he did that for me.

I moved the pad of my fingers through the soft hairs of the brush grateful my sugar daddy still gifted me in the best way he could.

I moved to the other part of the box eager to see the content of the box. I opened it to see a prostrate massager inside it.

My body went rigid. Every goosebumps travelling down my body as I wondered why he got this for me.

I smiled, even as a part of my body stirred.

This was a little bit of torture for me, yet I smiled knowing it was going to a pleasure I would never forget.

My phone beeped again, as I realized I was still fully draped to my towel.

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I waved to my foster brother into the busy scenery of the restaurant. He walked up to me and immediately shook my hand firmly.

We sat down as we went through the menu together. This place brought a lot of memories to the both of us. It was a place we came to eat our sweet treats till our teeth ached.

A place that brought tears into my eyes the moment I got into the place.

It was a Winslow place. But we called it our Winslow because we couldn’t do without it.

I stared at the whole place looking at how it had changed over the years. The smell was still the same which brought nostalgia to my brother and I.

We placed our order and started our conversation.

My foster brother laughed deeply, making the people in the cafe stop and stare for a while.

I raised my brows,demanding to see what had made him laugh.

“Have you forgotten?” He questioned, looking down to his shirt to dust something away from him.

I asked, with a question on my face.

He chuckled slightly. “You said we were going to buy a hundred of each of our favourite treats when we get richer,”

I widened my eyes, as the thoughts flashed back to me.

I laughed out loudly this time. Thinking about what made me say something like this.

I nodded slightly, as tears filled my eyes with the fact that I had been laughing too much.

The waiter dropped our orders and smiled briefly before walking away.

I picked up the special drink and drowned it quickly so I don’t choke on my laughter.

We ate and spoke about his business, he asked me if I’d like to meet his new boyfriend soon. I nodded, feeling good he had shared that with me.

He asked me if I had any person I was talking to at the moment.

I wanted to share how I felt talking to someone but I knew I’d sound stupid, because I was just like a sex doll to this person. Nothing other than that.

I used my tongue to graze my lower lips to lick the ice cream.

And smiled at him. “There is no one.”

I lied to my brother.

I hated what this man was making me do at the moment.

My phone beeped immediately. I tried to avoid it even while my heart raced that it was him texting.

I looked at the text and what I saw made me freeze.

Message: Come back to the hotel, I need you now

I rolled my eyes, ignored it, and smiled at my brother whose brows rose in concern.

He sent another one, immediately that made me widen my eyes.

Message; Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me. Meet me back here.

My heart pounded faster as I apologised to my foster brother, and paid for the food and immediately left.

As I waited for a cab, I realised I was never going to love this man.

Because he made me feel like a slut that I wasn’t