His First Taste

I remembered the first time things crossed the line between us. It was after hours in his office. A late and quiet night. The city lights painted golden streaks across the glass walls.

I was his assistant. A young girl. Fresh out of college. Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer.

Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way.

And then I met Damian Holt.

He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance from him made my breath freeze. He was the kind of man who made you feel things before your brain even had a chance to catch up.

That night, he sat behind his desk with his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, flipping through reports. His forearms flexed with every turn of the page. I brought him coffee, but my hands were trembling all the way there. My blouse suddenly felt too thin, and my skirt too tight under his gaze.

“You’re too good at this, Lila,” he said without looking up. His voice was deep and low, like velvet with a hint of danger. “Makes me want to keep you here all night.”

He finally looked up. His eyes dragged over my body, and I blushed so hard I thought I would burst.

And then I stammered like an idiot, “I-It’s just... it's my job, Mr. Holt.”

“Mr. Holt?” he repeated, rising from his chair. Then he smirked as he stepped closer. “Call me Damian.”

My heart thudded wildly. His cologne was way too addictive. It was fresh, clean, and expensive. It made my knees weak the second I breathed it in.

Then his hand brushed my arm. Just a simple touch. But it sent a jolt through my body like a lightning strike.

I froze.

His fingers slid to my waist and he gripped firmly. I stopped breathing instantly. Everything inside me twisted.

My body was screaming yes and no at the same time.

“Damian, I…” My voice shook. “I don’t know what you’re doing.”

He leaned in, just enough for me to feel his breath against my skin. “Don’t play dumb, Lila.” His tone dropped. “You’ve been watching me. Those sweet, shy glances when you think I’m not looking.”

“I haven’t,” I lied, gripping the coffee tray like it could save me.

He chuckled softly, then took the tray and set it down.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. “You want this. Say it.”

I shook my head. “I… I don’t know." But my thighs squeezed together. "I’ve never…”

His gaze sharpened. “Never what, Lila?” His hand slid to my chin and tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Spit it out."

I swallowed hard. “I’m… I’ve never done this," my voice was barely audible. "I've never... done anything. With anyone.”

His expression changed. The playfulness faded into something deeper and darker. He studied me like he was seeing something rare, something delicate.

"Are you trying to say…"

I nodded shyly. "I'm a virgin, sir."

“A virgin,” he murmured. There was a pause, and then his voice dropped. “Damn, Lila. You're full of surprises.”

I looked away. “I know it’s stupid. I used to think sex was… gross. Painful.”

His hand rose to my chin and gently tilted my face back toward him. “Look at me.”

I did. But slowly.

“You’re not stupid,” he said, his voice was rougher now. “You’re honest. That’s rare.”

Then his body moved closer, almost touching mine. My heart pounded. Every part of me was trembling with nerves, fear… and something I couldn’t name.

My eyes dropped to his pants, where the outline of his shaft was clear. His size was obvious even through his pants.

"It's... too big," I didn't even know when I said that.

I had never seen one before, not in real life.

"I don't know if I can..."

He chuckled, his hand gripping my waist. He pressed his body into me, and I gasped at how hard his length was.

But I didn't dare look down again.

"You want to touch it, don't you?" His voice was hot and commanding. "Go on, Lila. Feel what you do to me."

I hesitated.

My mind was screaming this was wrong, that he's my boss. But my body didn't care.

My hand shook as I reached out. I barely brushed it, and the heat made me pull back in shock.

"Oh my God," I whispered. "I don't know if I can handle that."

He caught my wrist and guided it back, his eyes never leaving mine. "You can. But I don’t do soft… But if this is your first time…” He paused. His gaze lingered on my mouth. “I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

My stomach flipped. My whole body was screaming with indecision. But I couldn’t move. I couldn't even speak.

I wanted him, and it terrified me.

“I want to try,” I whispered. “But… please. Go slow. Be gentle.”

He smirked. His hands slid under my skirt and his fingers grazed my thigh. I shivered.

"Gentle is not my thing, Lila," he said as his fingers brushed my panties.

"Please, Damian."

He just stared at me for a moment. Then he nodded. “Just this once,” he promised.

And then he kissed me, hard and deep. Like he had waited too long to do it. His mouth devoured mine and left no room to breathe, and no room to think.

My fingers clutched his shirt, and my body lit up with sensations I had never felt before.

Suddenly, Damian lifted me onto his desk. My skirt pulled up and my thighs shook as he spread them wide. His mouth crashed into mine again and he kissed me hard. And then I felt his tongue sliding into my mouth.

I moaned, grabbing his shirt.

He unbuttoned my blouse, grabbed my breasts roughly, and squeezed through my bra. "Damn, you're perfect," he growled, yanking down my bra.

He sucked hard on my n!pple, and I cried out. My body was shaking, pain and pleasure mixed together.

"Damian, wait," I whimpered, pushing at his chest. "It's... it's too much."

He actually paused.

For a moment anyway.

"Too much?" He smirked, sliding his hand between my legs.

Then he moved my panties aside and his fingers found my cl!t.

I moaned hard, my head falling back.

"Oh God," I gasped. My hips moved on their own. "Damian, I..."

"You're soaking, Lila. You want this," he said, his fingers pausing just to tease me. "Tell me you want it. Say it."

"I want it," I whispered. "Please."

Damian grinned as he unbuckled his belt slowly. And then he let his pants fall. His shaft sprang free, it was thick and hard.

I gasped. I felt my core clench with fear.

"It's gonna hurt," he said honestly. "But you'll love it. Trust me."

Damian parted my thighs gently, his body pressing closer until I could feel the head of his rock-hard shaft against my trembling core.

My hands gripped the desk.

“Damian… please,” I whispered. “Just… go slow.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine in a kiss that sent sparks rushing through me. “Relax. I’ve got you,” he said. His voice was still deep and rough, but softer. It made me want to trust him, even through the fear.

Then he started to move, his hardness entering my heat little by little. But still, the stretch made me cry out.

It hurt. God, it hurt so much. It was sharp and unfamiliar. I gripped the edge of the desk tighter, trying to breathe through the pain.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands were firm on my hips as he paused, letting me adjust.

Tears stung at my eyes from the overwhelming sensations. It was more than I had ever imagined. Too much all at once.

I dug my fingers into his arms, clinging to him like my life depended on it.

“Damian…” My voice broke. “It’s... too much…”

“You can handle it,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. His voice was rough with restraint. “You’re doing so good for me, Lila. Just breathe with me.”

The praise melted my hesitation.

I didn’t know what love felt like. I didn’t know if this was right.

But right now, in his office, with the skyline glowing behind us, Damian Holt was the only thing I wanted.

"Okay," I whispered.

Then he moved again, slow at first, and the pain blurred with something warm and electric. My body began to respond, the burn was going away, and getting replaced by a need I hadn’t understood until now.

And then he moved faster.

The desk shook under us, papers fluttering to the floor, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was him. His hands, his body, the way he filled me completely. My nails raked down his back as I moaned, clinging to him.

“Lila,” he groaned against my skin, his mouth biting and sucking my neck. “You feel like heaven.”

My name sounded different from his lips, like something sacred and sinful all at once.

And then, I started having these weird feelings. It seemed like pleasure was building faster. My body trembled and I started gasping harder and harder. And then I finally came. My body trembled and I was moaning his name over and over.

Damian followed a while later. He groaned into my skin and his body shuddered against mine as he filled me up. His breath was ragged.

That moment changed everything.

For six months, we became a secret. At least he made it seem like it even if we weren't. He said it turns him on when we sneak around like that.

He would pull me into shadowed corners, press me up against walls, whisper my name like it was a curse he couldn’t stop saying.

And bend me over any solid surface he could.

In his penthouse, he took me against the windows with the city glittering below, his arms wrapped around me like I was the only thing holding him together.

“Look at them,” he murmured. His breath was hot against my ear. “They have no idea you're mine, getting screwed up here.”

I moaned. My body shook and my core dripped as he pounded into me.

In his car, we were reckless. I would climb into his lap and his hands would guide my hips.

“Ride me, Lila,” he ordered against my lips.

At first I moved awkwardly, then bolder and faster, until we both came. His mouth was on my shoulder and his fingers dug into my waist.

Every time felt new. Every time made me crave him more even if I was already exhausted.

"Damian..." I gasped when I felt his shaft moving inside me again.

“Just one more." He thrust up suddenly, and I bit my lip hard when I felt his length hitting deep. “One more round.”

I thought it meant something.

That I meant something.

I had gone from thinking sex was disgusting to needing it... needing him. His dominance, his heat, his presence. The way he made me feel wanted.

But now… standing in his bar, watching him down a drink like I was invisible, something inside me cracked.

He told me to get rid of our baby.

Then he fired me. Just like that.

No hesitation. No warmth.

The man who once kissed me like I was the only woman in the world… was gone.

And in his place was someone cold and detached. Like I had never meant a thing at all.