The CEO’s Dirty Contract: Part 5

"Damien..."

The word slipped out of me in the dark, raw and needy, as his thick cock stretched me open again. He didn't stop. He kept thrusting slow and deep, his heavy body pressed against my back, one arm wrapped around my chest like he couldn't let go even in his sleep.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured against my neck, voice rough with sleep and lust. "Say it again."

"Damien," I moaned louder, pushing back against him. My hole was still sore from last night, slick with his earlier loads, but the stretch felt too right. He kissed my shoulder, surprisingly soft, and rolled his hips in a lazy rhythm that made my toes curl.

We stayed like that for a while, just breathing and moving together in the dark. Eventually exhaustion pulled me under again.

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Morning light filtered through the huge windows when I woke up properly. Damien was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me. His usual sharp, commanding expression had softened. He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, thumb lingering on my cheek.

"Morning," he said quietly. No orders. No growl. Just that deep voice, almost gentle.

I blinked, surprised. "You're... not rushing off?"

"Not today." He leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine like he had all the time in the world. His hand ran down my side, possessive but careful over the bruises he'd left last night. "You took everything I gave you so well. My good boy."

Heat rushed through me at the praise. I kissed him back harder, my cock already hardening against his thigh. "I thought you'd be back to the ruthless boss by now."

He chuckled softly and rolled on top of me, settling between my legs. "Even I can be tender sometimes. Especially when my favorite toy wakes up moaning my name in the middle of the night."

I flushed. "I didn't…"

"You did." He kissed my neck, then lower, sucking lightly on my collarbone. "And I liked it. A lot."

His hand wrapped around both our cocks, stroking them together in long, lazy pulls. I gasped, hips lifting into his grip. "Damien... please."

"Please what?" he asked, eyes locked on mine. "Tell me."

"Want you inside me again," I whispered, voice shaky. "Slow this time."

He reached for the lube, slicked himself up, and pressed back into me without breaking eye contact. The stretch was easier now, my body used to him, but the fullness still made me moan. He sank in deep, bottoming out with a low groan.

"Fuck, Alex. So warm. So tight." He started moving, deep rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside me. No pounding. Just slow, grinding strokes that made me feel every inch.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Feels so good... don't stop."

He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he fucked me deeper. "This is what you need, isn't it? My cock filling you up every morning."

"Yes," I breathed, fingers digging into his broad back. "God, yes."

We moved together like that for long minutes, the pace unhurried. His hands roamed my body, touching me everywhere, like he was memorizing me. I realized with a sudden, terrifying clarity that I was falling for him. Not just the sex. Not just the power. Him. The way he looked at me right now, like I was the only thing that mattered.

That scared the hell out of me.

"Damien," I gasped as he angled his hips and hit that spot again. "I'm... fuck, I'm close."

"Not yet." He slowed even more, drawing it out, kissing me deeply while he rocked inside me. "I want to feel you fall apart properly."

I whimpered, overwhelmed. My heart pounded with more than just lust. "You're ruining me."

"Good," he growled softly, picking up the pace just a little. "Because you belong to me now."

He started fucking me harder, still passionate and possessive, but with a new intensity. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep with every thrust. The bed creaked under us as he claimed me completely, one hand pinning my wrist above my head.

"Say it," he demanded, breath hot against my ear. "Tell me who owns this hole."

"You do," I moaned loudly. "You own me, Damien. All of me."

"That's my boy." He slammed in harder, stroking my cock fast. "Gonna fill you up again. Mark you from the inside."

I came first, crying out as pleasure crashed through me, spilling between us. My hole clenched tight around him, pulling him deeper. He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and came hard, flooding me with hot pulses of cum.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to mine.

"You belong to me now," he whispered, kissing me softly.

I smiled against his lips, still catching my breath, when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached over without pulling out, glanced at the screen, and his body tensed.

I caught a glimpse of the message before he turned the phone away.

Raven: I know exactly what you're doing with your new assistant. We need to talk.

My stomach dropped.