NEW NORMAL

The first week of their “new normal” began quietly, yet the penthouse already felt different warmer, more lived-in, filled with Elena’s small touches: a few books on the coffee table, her favorite coffee mug in the kitchen, and her laptop set up on a corner desk Damian had quickly arranged for her.

Elena woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. She was naked, tangled in silk sheets, her body still deliciously sore from the marathon of the previous night. Damian’s arm was heavy around her waist, his breathing steady against her neck. Even in sleep, his presence felt commanding.

She tried to slip out of bed quietly to start her remote work for the marketing agency she was still contracted with part-time, but the moment she moved, Damian’s grip tightened.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was rough with sleep, but the hunger underneath was unmistakable.

“I have a deadline,” she whispered, though her body was already betraying her, heat pooling between her thighs at the low timbre of his voice.

“Deadlines can wait.” He rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion, hovering over her with that predatory gleam in his gray eyes. “This morning, you belong to me.”

What started as a slow, lazy wake-up quickly turned into a long, indulgent claiming of the entire penthouse.

Damian began in the bed, spreading her thighs wide and burying his face between them. His tongue moved with deliberate, unhurried strokes — long licks from entrance to clit, gentle suction, then deep thrusts of his tongue inside her. He took his time, bringing her to the edge twice before finally letting her come with a soft, shuddering moan that echoed through the quiet room.

He didn’t stop there.

He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slid into her from behind in one deep thrust. The morning sex was slow and sensual at first — deep grinding strokes that let her feel every thick inch. But as her moans grew louder, his pace increased, turning rougher, more possessive. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the master bedroom.

“Fuck… Damian…” Elena gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust.

He slapped her ass sharply, the sting only heightening her pleasure. “This is your new normal, sweetheart. Every morning starts with my cock inside you.”

She came hard, walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Damian followed shortly after, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot pulses of his release.

They barely paused for breath.

He carried her to the kitchen, setting her on the marble island. While the coffee machine hummed in the background, he dropped to his knees again and devoured her cum-filled pussy, licking their combined releases from her while his fingers worked her clit. Elena gripped the edge of the island, moaning loudly as he brought her to another orgasm.

Then he stood, positioned himself between her spread legs, and fucked her right there on the counter — hard, deep thrusts that made the marble shake. Her breasts bounced with every snap of his hips, and she came again, crying out as her juices coated his cock.

The morning continued like a slow, luxurious tour of the penthouse.

In the living room, he bent her over the back of the leather couch and took her from behind while she tried (and failed) to check her emails on her laptop. He kept one hand on her hip and the other reaching around to rub her clit, forcing two more orgasms out of her before he filled her again.

In the home gym, he had her ride him on the padded mat, her hands braced on his chest as she bounced on his thick cock, sweat already glistening on their bodies. He slapped her ass rhythmically, urging her faster until she shattered once more.

By midday, they had christened nearly every room.

The shower was a long, steamy session where he pressed her against the marble wall and fucked her standing, her legs wrapped around his waist while hot water cascaded over them. He used the handheld showerhead to tease her clit while he thrust deep, drawing out another intense climax.

In his home office, she tried once more to work, sitting at the desk in nothing but his shirt. Damian lasted less than ten minutes before he pulled her onto his lap in the executive chair, sliding her down onto his cock and making her ride him slowly while he read through contracts on his second monitor. The contrast — her moaning and grinding while he conducted business — made everything filthier.

“Multitasking looks good on you,” he teased, voice strained as she clenched around him.

By late afternoon, Elena was exhausted, sore, and glowing with satisfaction. She finally managed to send a few work emails, but Damian kept distracting her with lazy touches, fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh or teasing her nipples through the shirt.

As evening fell, they ordered dinner and ate on the terrace. But even then, the hunger returned.

Damian pulled her onto his lap on the outdoor lounge chair, sliding the silk slip up and sinking into her once more. They fucked slowly under the stars, the city lights sparkling below, her riding him with deep, grinding rolls of her hips while he sucked on her breasts.

The night ended with a final long, tender-yet-intense round in the bed — slow missionary that gradually built into rougher thrusts, ending with both of them coming together in a powerful, shared release.

As they lay tangled in the sheets afterward, bodies slick and marked, Elena rested her head on his chest.

“This really is my new normal now,” she whispered, a mix of awe and slight nervousness in her voice. “Waking up to you, working while you distract me, falling asleep full of you…”

Damian stroked her hair, his voice low and certain. “It is. And I plan to make sure you never want anything else.”

Elena smiled, but a small worry lingered in the back of her mind. She still had her own career, her own identity. How long could she balance being the woman Damian craved with the woman she had fought to become?

For now, though, wrapped in his arms after a full day of relentless pleasure, she pushed the thought aside.

The new normal felt addictive.

And she was already craving tomorrow morning.