The Showdown

“We're leaving.” Damon said and walked towards the stage.

He wasn't going to listen to anything Naomi had to say about staying back and enjoying the party.

He's had enough.

Damon climbed the stage, gave his appreciation speech even though it wasn't time for him to and minutes later, he and Naomi were out of the ballroom.

He didn't even give her time to say goodbye to Ethan.

The car door hadn’t even fully shut behind the when Damon’s hand went in Naomi’s hair, tilting her head back to meet a kiss that tasted of champagne, heat, and something distinctly him.

Patrick didn't need to be told before pulling up the partition glass of the Maybach and giving these crazy two the privacy they needed.

The tinted glass of the Maybach shielded them from the city lights, turning the backseat into a sanctuary. Naomi gasped into his mouth, her hands scrambling the lapels of his suit jacket.

The jealousy that had been simmering in him at the ball had boiled over into something he couldn't quite control anymore.

“Damon,” she breathed against his lips, her heart hammering.

“I told you to be careful,” he growled, a vibration she felt in her bones.

His thumb traced the line of her jaw, pressing firmly.

“You spent the last hour showing everyone in that room how beautiful you are. Now you’re going to show me that you’re mine.”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

His hands moved to the hem of her gown, his palms slid over her thigh. He didn’t rush; he took his time, his eyes locked onto hers, watching the way her pupils dilated as he traced his fingers down that very spot in her inner thigh that drove her nuts.

He pulled away and then moved it again and again until her pleasure-glazed eyes met his, pleading for him to stop teasing her.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” he commanded softly.

“I do,” she whispered, arching her back as his touch climbed higher. “I want you. Only you.”

His fingers went higher and brushed the very tip of her clit against soaked panties.

“You're so wet.” he muttered, bringing his fingers up to his lips and licked off her juices.

“Damon..” she muttered.

Hell, she could want a bit longer but she was growing very impatient.

He kissed her again, devouring her lips like it was the only thing keeping him sane. Her hands fumbled with the button of his shirt but he caught her wrist mid motion, a dangerous smirk on his lips.

He plans on taking his time and she has no choice but to play according to his rules.

“I told you, I'm going to take my time and remind you you're mine.”

Naomi smirked, "You want me to beg.”

Damon chuckled, “You'll do more than just beg, Naomi.”

He pulled away completely, a smirk on his lips as he straightened in his seat, leaving Naomi with a burning sensation that threatened to eat her alive.

The drive continued and Naomi tried to stay calm even though everything part of her wanted to see this through to the end.

The drive home took suspiciously longer than it should and soon, the car pulled to a stop at the mansion. Naomi and Damom stepped out and made their way to the foyer.

“Sir.”

It was Patrick.

“I’m really sorry but there's something you need to attend to at the office. Dante sent in an email already.” Patrick offered, his tone apologetic.

If it wasn't important, he wouldn't have brought it up.

Damon nodded. “Okay.”

Damon heads up the stairs, his expression unreadable. Naomi knows whatever needed handling must be very important.

She sighs. There goes their love making session gone with the wind.

Damon pulled a stop in front of his study and glanced over his shoulder, “I'll join you in a minute.”

“Okay.” Naomi said.

Naomi heads to the bedroom and stripped out of her dress. Every now and then, she'd hear footsteps heading towards the room only for her to stop and then walk down the hall again..

What was he doing? Is he done with work?

She barely undid the zipper of her dress when the door swung open and Damon strolled in.

He approached her, not saying a word.

“I thought Patrick said..”

He captured her lips in his, not gentle, not rough but enough to tell her he was still very keen on making her beg like he had said.

“Fuck that.” He said against her lips.

He kissed her again, walking her towards the table in their room until her back leaned on the wooden furniture.

“Sit.”

Naomi did exactly that, hiking up her dress in the process. He wanted the heels on and the dress apparently.

His dark eyes watched her as he worked the buttons of his shirt before tossing it to the corner.

“I have two rules.” He started as he walked closer, standing in between her legs.

He pulled both her wrist together and held it behind her back. “No touching.”

He grabbed his tie and knotted it around her wrist, firm but not tight.

“If you do, I won't let you cum.” he assured. “And number two, no Cumming until I say so.”

He leans closer to meet her eyes. “Are we clear?”

Naomi nodded.

“Words, Naomi.”

“Yes.”

His hands went into her hair again, pulling her face to kiss her, and had tongue sliding into her mouth as though telling her how he intended to take her.

Rough. And hard.

He broke the kiss slowly, his thumb tracing the swollen line of her lower lip. He liked the way she looked, breathless, and forced to rely entirely on his whims.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her skin.

His hands traced her inner thighs again, among her throwing her head back in anticipation.

“You had fun teasing me, didn't you?”

“I..”

She gasped when he slipped finger into her, her fingers gripping hard at the table. He pulled away, eyes watching her reaction with a hooded expression.

“Eyes on me, Naomi.”

She obeyed, eyes too glazed to stay focused.

He leaned closer, fingers tracing the outline of her panties. Naomi bit down a moan, skin burning with every touch, every line drawn on her skin.

His fingers drew small, torturous circles around her clits. Naomi leaned closer, breathless moans shamelessly escaping her lips. Damon held her thighs down.

“Stay still.”

She nodded.

His fingers resumed again, rubbing her gently and watching her get wet with each passing seconds. Then he moved fast, Naomi shut her eyes, allowing herself to feel every bit of pleasure he was giving her.

“Eyes on me, Naomi..”

She obeyed, watching the satisfaction in his eyes as she came close until he pulled his fingers away..

Naomi threw her head back, biting down complaint. She won't beg. She won't give him the satisfaction of that.

He leaned closer, yanking off her panties. Naomi stared up at him and right there, looking into his eyes, she knew she was in for a very long ride.

He pushed her legs further apart, placing her feet on the table. Her wet pussy opened to him.

He went on his knees and Naomi shut her eyes, expectantly.

Damon placed a gentle kiss on her clit and pulled away. Her eyes fluttered open, what is he doing?

“Stay put.” He ordered as he stepped even further away from her.

He pulled down his zipper and his dick fell out, already hard. Naomi glanced down at him, waiting.

Damon smirked as he sat on the bed in front of her, stroking his dick slowly.

“Stay put and watch me.” He said, his movements slow and steady on his dick.

Naomi watched, biting down a priest as he pleasured himself. She wasn't allowed to close her thighs or touch herself, only to watch.

Sounds she didn't know she could make escaped her lips as she watched him grow bigger and bigger in his hands. His eyes remained fixed on her, moaning her name like nothing else mattered.

Her pussy throbbed, begging to be fucked and used.

Moving her hands to touch herself was out of it and touching him without getting off the table was impossible either.

She met his gaze, her body screaming for his touch. “Please..”

Damon moved immediately, joining her on the table. One hand raised her chin to stare at his eyes while the other fingered her, deep and merciless..

Moans escaped her lips, mixed with tears of satisfaction. His eyes did things to her, drove her nuts and made her wetter than she already was.

Her thighs opened even wider , leaning in closer as she reached her climax.

“Damon…” she gasped. “I…let me cum please..” she cried.

“Say it again.”

“I want to cum please Damon.”

His hands moved faster and she leaned even closer until she felt her release. Her thighs trembled shamelessly on the table, eyes shut in sheer pleasure.

Eventually, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes, his gaze never leaving her.

He flipped her on her stomach, getting her on all fours before joining her in bed.

“You know I love you right?”

“Yes.” She managed.

“Its not going to feel like it tonight.”

With that, he slipped into her, every inch of him without waiting. Naomi gasped.

“Damon!” She called, "I can't…I..”

“Yes you can.” He replied, going all in.

Damon held her tied hands behind her back and plunged into her, deep and hard, knocking the breath out of her as he moved.

Naomi didn't have time to catch her breath or savour each stroke, he kept hitting the right spot again and again and again. It messed with her head, barely giving her time to think of anything else but him.

His hands held her hips in place and he went even deeper, thrusting hard and fast into her.

The staff could probably hear her moans now and it only seems to get louder and louder.

Just before she could hit another release, he lifted her off the bed. Naomi's knees almost gave out but he caught her.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He lifted her off the ground, wrapping her thighs around his waist as he leaned her back against the wall.

He slid into her again, throat hard and fast. Naomi wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers digging into his skin as he moved.

“Look at me, Naomi,” he whispered.

She did but that only seemed to make him move faster, the sound of her ass clapping against his dick seemed to fill the room.

“Damon!” She moaned but he didn’t stop.

“Everything you are belongs right here. With me.”

Naomi moaned, throwing her head backward when he lowered her even further down to him.

“See how perfect we are..” he asked. “How perfect your body feels against mine..”

He thrust in once, twice, and thrice and slow motion. Her lips close to his ears, filling them with the sounds of her pleasure.

“How perfect you sound..” he said, “How perfect you look with me.”

He got faster and faster and faster until they both reached a shattering, soul-deep release that left them both breathless and tangled together.

Damon held her tightly, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his heartbeat slowing down to match her own.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered into the silence of the room.

Naomi smiled, her eyes closing in exhaustion and contentment. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” He said and set her down on the bed, " Cause I'm just getting started.”