Chapter 21

Laura's POV.

I wanted to be in charge, and I wanted to watch him moan and feel things he made me feel.

I flipped him over once, his eyes widened in shock

Ofcourse, he must be shocked, how did a girl half his weight flip him.

Damian sprawled on the king-sized bed, trying to look like the ruthless billionaire who commanded respect, but I had the intention to silently command his moans.

His head tilted to his side, watching me crawl up towards him. I didn't hesitate. Leaning down, I captured his mouth in a soft kiss, he tried to hasten the pace.

I stopped him by pulling away.

“Not so fast Daddy,” my soft words seemed to surprise him.

Damian’s arched his well shaped eyebrow.

“Is that it,” he asked, his chest heaved against mine. His broad hands immediately reached for my waist, his large fingers digging in to pull me down onto his lap and take over.

I swung a leg over his lap and straddled his hips, pinning him beneath me. He made to touch me but I grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands above his head, and pressed them into the sheets.

"Don't touch me, Damian," I whispered, my voice laced with an authority I have never used with him before. “You are going to be listening to me. Lie still." I said with a seductive smirk on my face.

Damian’s jaw clenched, a low, gravelly rumble working its way up his throat. "Is that an order, Laura?"

He watched me throw my head back in laughter.

"Hands flat on the bed," I commanded, leaning down until my lips brushed his ear. "Don't you dare move them. I didn't give you permission to touch me."

His cock throbbed and twitched beneath me, I could feel my core ache.

A dark, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were blazing with pure, raw heat. "Fuck, Laura... you're playing a dangerous game.”

He laid his hands down to my surprise, he obeyed me.

"Look at me," I demanded, sliding my hips down, slowly. He exhaled sharply to my pleasure.

I sigh, arching my back at the fullness of his dick around my pussy, I slowly sat on him.

"I want your eyes on me the whole time. You don't get to look away."

Damian gritted his teeth, his jaw ticking.

He resisted the urge to pull me down on his dick.

“As much as I enjoy it, I can't believe I am at your mercy.”

I bounced slowly and gradually increased my pace. I was enjoying the feel of his dick in and out of me.

"Laura..." he growled out, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his collarbone under the dim lights. "You have no idea how hard it is to lie here right now..."

"You think you run everything, Damian," she murmured, holding his fiery gaze, feeling the intoxicating rush of power as he unraveled beneath her. "But right here? You're completely mine."

He reached up to grab my bouncing boobs, I swatted his hand, giving him a sharp gaze.

I bent my back and leaned towards him and bounced my boob in front of his face.

He reached out to catch one of them in his mouth but I pulled away. “No touching daddy.”

He pulled away, refraining from touching me while I drove myself into pleasure.

“Ah.” I gasped when he lifted his hips forward to meet my pussy.

I watched him hold out as long as a man could, his self-control shredded to pieces by how I twirled my waist.

I turned without pulling out, my back was turned to him, this was my first time trying this reverse position and it felt good like always imagined.

I pulled back, and slowly twirled my hips front and back, earning an approving groan from him

I could feel myself reaching my orgasm, I rubbed my clit while bouncing and twirling my hips.

I closed my eyes, enjoying myself when with a low groan, Damian’s hands shot up from the sheets and grabbed me by the waist. In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me against the soft mattress.

I gasped, my hair spreading out around me as he hovered over her, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction and desire. I could feel my body jump with excitement as he switched positions and cupped my boobs.

“Your reign is over, my turn,” he groaned into my ears, his lips brushing it, making me shiver.

"Did you really think you were going to stay on top, sweetheart?" he rasped, sounding cocky and smirking in my face.

Before I could process any thoughts, he drove deep into me, thrusting into my pussy relentlessly and with precision that instantly knocked air out of my lungs.

"Ah…Damian!"

"Call me daddy! Your turn is over, Laura," he growled as he pounded into me, his hands on my hips, pulling me against his huge cock.

"You had your fun... now mine starts. Tell me who's running things now?"

I moaned, not answering his question until his large palm landed on the side of my butt cheek. The pain and pleasure driving me to delirium.

I could feel myself going through intense pleasure and didn't realize when I screamed and gripped his arms for dear life, my nails digging into his skin as I threw my head back.

He pulled back maybe trying to be gentle but he saw the pleading in my eyes. He slammed his hips into mine, taking deep, hard strokes that knocked the breath right out of my lungs and made the headboard hit the wall.

I moaned louder, reaching orgasm.

He pulled my thighs further apart, and kept slamming into me over and over. My eyes are beginning to roll over.

“I am…” I couldn't even finish my sentence, when he held my hands above my head, stopping me from holding onto him.

“I know,” he told me.

I nodded my head back at him, I began to feel something slide down my legs. My heaving chest began to settle, as I squirted.