Chapter 14.

Laura's POV.

My hand instinctively grabbed the edges on the table.

The papers fluttered to the wide-plank oak floor, completely forgotten.

Damian didn't step back. He stepped directly between my parted knees, trapping me against the edge of the desk. His grip on my waist was iron, holding me firmly in place while his other hand removed the robe I threw on my bikini.

"Damian..." my voice came out as a breathless gasp, my heart hammering wildly against his palm.

"Look at me, Laura," he commanded, his hand moving in a slow, deliberate circle that sent a sharp wave of heat straight to my core.

I raised my eyes up to meet his eyes. His dark gaze was storming, filled with a terrifying mix of cold possession and raw, unbridled desire.

"You think you can wear this at a college party, drink with boys, and come back to me smelling like another life?" he murmured, flicking the hook of my bra, and flung it. He leaned in until his lips were barely an inch from mine.

His hand slid slowly up from my waist, his long fingers tangling into the damp ends of my hair, tilting my head back.

“I can do what I want,” I told him, teasing him.

I enjoyed the way his jaw ticked and his eyes narrowed.

"You belong here," he whispered against my lips, his breath hot against my skin. "On my desk. In my space. Under my rule."

Before I could form a single word to argue, his mouth claimed mine in a deep, punishing kiss that completely erased the rest of the world.

He kissed me, hard and possessive, before he spread my legs, I leaned on the table with one arm, while the other moved to his head.

He then trailed kisses on my neck as his fingers continued to play with my nipples, twisting and pinching them hard, making me become even wetter. I moaned, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of his hands pleasuring my sensitive tits.

His mouth took one of my nipples and one of his hands moved down my stomach and he rested his hand on my thigh. I moved my hips trying to control where his hand should touch, with my legs spread wide open but he just continued his aggressive sucking on my nipple.

He wasn't gentle but neither was he very aggressive. Just the right amount I always craved for.

I moaned when he spread open my pussy lips, he sucked, and teased my pussy like it was the sweetest thing he had tasted. I wonder if he had anything for dinner.

I threw my head back at the insane pleasure shooting through me. His finger thrusted in and out of my pussy, faster, while I moved my hips and ruffled his head, moaning like crazy.

I was low-key worried someone would hear me but at this point, I didn't care, I wanted more.

“Fuck!” I moaned, I was feeling intense pleasure, I raised my hands to my boobs, and squeezed it, with my eyes closed shut.

He grabbed me, I yelped in surprise when he flipped me upside down, my pussy on his face, while his dick facing my mouth. Oh! This style.

He kept licking me , while I stroked and sucked his dick, like my life depended on it.

He kept licking and sucking. My moans and his groans already filled up the large study.

He laid me on the table, I sprawled out with my legs wide open. My juices are now flowing to the back of my ass. He kicked my juice clean off my pussy. I could swear that fucking Damien had a whole new feeling everytime we fucked

”oh!” I exclaimed when he pulled me by the waist nearer to him, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I sat up straight and took off shirt, leaving him naked.

“You're so wet,” he groaned behind my ears.

“You make me so, daddy,” I whispered back to him.

His lips found my neck, he kissed and sucked it hard as if trying to imprint himself on me, I moaned, at that moment, I didn't care about the effect of the bites and sucking. I just wanted to satisfy the ache in my breasts and my throbbing pussy.

I rubbed on my pussy, but he slapped it away.

He inserted two of his fingers, and began thrusting inside me faster.

“Oh daddy!” I whispered, running my hands on my boobs, my nipples sensitive.

I could feel myself about to cum, when he stopped, I nearly lashed out at him. I gave him a nasty stare.

“Why are you impatient, little one?” He asked, a smirk slowly forming on his face. I realized it was intentional, I guess this was my punishment.

He strokes my pussy painfully slowly.

“What are you doing, Damien?”

He cocked his head to the side, replacing his fingers with his cock by slowly rubbing on my pussy entrance.

My pussy watered at the anticipation of his dick near it

“Are you allowed to call me that now?”

My brows rose at the question, a resounding slap followed on my butt cheek, I yelped, my surprise doubling, and tripling as he gave me another slap on my second but cheek, he flicked my nipples, they rose to the sensitivity.

I moaned at what he was doing to me, I enjoyed it but I wanted him to bury his cock, inside me.

“Call my name,” he ordered in an authoritative voice.

“Damien,” I moaned his name, the sweetest way I could.

A slap landed on my butt cheeks, I gasped and purred.

“Call my name!” He repeated, with more authority.

I teased him, arching my back and moaned, “Damien”. As expected, another slap landed on the other side of my butt.

“What do you call me?” He asked, I knew he was ready to give me another slap.

“Daddy, ah!” I purred, arching my back.

Without any warning, he slammed his cock into my pussy, “ Now, scream that name.”

I didn't know when I started moaning daddy, when he began pounding me hard, like our lives depended on it. His hand moved to my neck, holding my neck in place while he continued his savage thrust in and out of my pussy.

I could swear, I wasn't on earth anymore.

I bit my lower lips, keeping me from screaming too loud.

He kept pounding my pussy, with torrents of the word daddy, tumbling out of my lips.

I was sprawled on the table, he grabbed me, and pounced me hard on him, while standing.

I couldn't remember how long we fucked, but I knew we both orgasmed multiple times.

I breathed heavily on the table, watching Damien caress my head, and gave me a gentle kiss