Destroy Me (17 page)

He broke free from her.

“Let’s go. I could get you into so much trouble here,” he laughed, “I need to take you somewhere much more private.”

He led her back the way they had just come, back to her hotel.

Inside her hotel bedroom, he took her straight toward the bed. Pulling her to him, he kissed her deeply; his hands cupping her buttocks to pull her against his erection, his cock rubbing against her sex through her thin dress, putting unbearable pressure on it and she felt like she could come like that, standing there with him, the feel of him against her so arousing, so familiar.

His hands went to her breasts, pulling them up out of the dress for his mouth to claim. He sucked on her nipples with a greed as his cock pressed against her.

He broke free from her.

“Lay down Tara.”

Her hands went to the back of her dress to unzip it.
“Leave the dress on. You look stunning in it.”

She went to the bed and lay there watching him as he removed his suit jacket, and his shirt; an act so familiar to her now, a sign to her of the erotic pleasure that was to come, and she watched as he bared his chest to her; the breadth and firmness of his muscles that were about to cover her, making her inhale in erotic anticipation of him.

As he pulled his trousers off she saw his manhood, so hard and thick, used on her so brazenly in the Private Club on those occasions when he had slapped it against her clitoris, stuck it in her mouth; the acts of pleasure they had shared, permanently ingrained in her memories. 

Climbing on the bed above her, his legs going either side of her, he ran his hands up her legs under her dress, pulling on her panties to bring them down her legs.

He held them up to his face, sniffing them.

“God, I’ve missed your scent. I’ve woken up from dreams of your scent.”

He took his time, inhaling them, his eyes locked with hers.

“Have you been a good girl since you’ve been in London?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I told you before; you’re mine. You’re body is for me. No-one else.”
“I know.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

He pushed up her dress, and entered her instantly, unable to wait any longer.

As his cock thrust inside of her, he fucked her hard, fiercely, pounding into her, giving in to the need he had had for so long. She met his thrusts equally as roughly, her hands spread over his chest, holding on to his solid muscles as his cock filled her completely,

their bodies driving each other on with an urgency, pushing each other further, the sounds of their moans filling the room, their bodies becoming covered in sweat as they fought each other, until his body was pushing her down harder on the bed as his strength overpowered her and took control. With his fingers gripped in her hair, his thrusts relentless, he came hard inside her as she climaxed.

He held his arms around her as their heartbeats slowed, staying inside her.

Easing himself from her, after kissing her in an embrace that had been unending, he reached for his jacket on the floor, pulled it up onto the bed and pulled a long thin box out of the inside pocket.

He placed it between her breasts as she looked down at it. 

“For you,” he said, smiling.

She saw the ‘
Tiffany
’ name on the box as she reached for it. Inside she found a thin gold chain with a teardrop diamond hanging from it.
“It’s so beautiful. I don’t know what to say; Damien, thank you so much, it’s so lovely.”

She could not believe he had got it for her.

“Please could you put it on for me?”

He reached for it and secured the clasp at the back of her neck, his fingers warm against her skin. He kissed the back of her neck before leaning around to look at it on her.

“It compliments your beauty my love. Don’t wear it at the office though.”

She sat up straight, looking at him sharply.

“Why?”

“I don’t like to mention it, but it was very expensive, and possibly would cause speculation if the police see you wearing it.”

“I’m not working for you; not as your casual employee or your casual mistress. In fact, I haven’t even told Joseph I’m here. I told you, I merely came to tell you that I will not be ordered around. Admittedly, the situation is not quite as I envisaged, now I am here.”

“You’re not going anywhere Tara. I thought I made that perfectly clear in my office. If you need reminding, however, I’m more than happy to do so.”

His hands were on her hips within a second, flipping her over onto her stomach.

“It seems I need to instil some more obedience in you, given you’re persistently rebellious behaviour.”
His hand slapped her buttocks. She listened to the familiar sound, felt the sensation she had missed so much.

Pushing her legs open wide, he slapped her clitoris, a sharp slap that made her jump until he did it again, less hard, and the stimulation it caused her made her moan aloud. She writhed as he did it repeatedly, knowing the effect it had on her, knowing how she had responded to this before, when he had been punishing her that night in the Club, when things had gotten way out of hand, when he hadn’t even realised he was doing it.

He turned her over onto her back swiftly. He needed to be in her mouth. He knelt beside her head, and as his hand continued to slap her clitoris, he lowered himself down so that she could take his cock.

She opened her mouth up for him, moaning at the same time as the vibrations ran through her clitoris from his hand, stimulating her so badly that she knew she would come at any moment.

She took his cock into her mouth, sucking it in, the size of it filling her.

“God woman, that feels divine. You’re making me want to fuck your mouth like it’s your pussy.”

Encouraging him, she took hold of his hips, pulling him down harder against her, and he began to thrust into her mouth, pumping his cock in and out of it, his head thrown back as he lost himself in the sensation of her mouth encasing him, sucking on his cock as he drove it into her.

His hand continued to spank her clitoris and she started to come, unable to hold back. He watched her as she climaxed, rubbing his fingers around on her clitoris, taking her further, watching her as he fucked her mouth, saw her writhing against his hand, watched her eyes, staring into his, and he knew he couldn’t let her go, not now.

Pulling out of her mouth before it was too late, he climbed on top of her, spread her thighs apart and entered her, his hands going to the sides of her face as he held it, thrusting into her tightness as he bent to kiss her, a passionate and deep kiss that didn’t end as he claimed her with his cock, his chest hard against her breasts as he filled her completely, pumping into her relentlessly as the sensation of his cock inside her took him quickly to release, his head raised above her as she watched him, the muscles of his chest corded as the tension in his body exploded.

He lay on top of her, his arms enclosing her as he recovered, their scents mingling together.

“Come and shower with me, let me wash you,” he said into her ear in his deep seductive drawl that she had missed so badly.

He lifted her from the bed, holding her in his arms as he carried her into the bathroom and turned on the water, testing the heat before placing her under it and joining her.

In the warmth of the water, he knelt, pulling her to him with his hands around her buttocks as he kissed her stomach, trailed his lips down to her soft mound and put his face between her thighs, kissing her there, and she watched him as the water flowed over his head, his lips caressing her so tenderly. With the most erotic of strokes, he took her slowly to climax again, his tongue thick and hot against her clitoris as he lapped at her, holding her buttocks, pressing her tightly against his face as she shuddered to orgasm, her fingers grabbing his hair as she pulled his mouth tighter against her.

Standing up, he reached for the soap and rubbed it into his hands. He washed every part of her body, carefully, gently; his hands soothing and relaxing her, and she felt her love for him grow again in those moments.

As he washed himself she watched in awe at his beauty and masculinity, following his hands as he covered his body with them.

She bent down in front of him and took his cock into her mouth, his erection instant as she took him inside again.

She sucked him, feeling his cock as it throbbed inside her mouth, devoted to his magnificent body, wanting to devour him. He had to stop her before she made him come in her mouth, so close was he.

Pulling her by her arms he raised her up to chest level, his hands going to her beautiful petite breasts, as his mouth covered hers. Lifting her leg, he rested it in the crook of his arm and leant her back against the wall. Entering her smoothly, his head went to the side of her neck as he pushed deep inside of her, taking her fast, pounding into her with an animal need, pumping hard inside of her.

Afterward, he pulled her out of the shower, sat her on the edge of the bath and wrapped the towel round her, drying her body with it before drying his own, and then carried her back to the bedroom.

Laying her down on the bed, he lay on top of her, kissing her as he stroked her hair away from her face, moving down to kiss her breasts and holding them together in his palms as he sucked her nipples into his mouth.

“Are you hungry Tara?”

“A little, are you?”
“Very. I’ll run down and get something for us. There’s a restaurant on the corner. Would you like some champagne brought up while I’m gone? ”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

He leapt from the bed, and again she was reminded of his extraordinary level of fitness and the tightness of his body as she watched him dressing.

“Won’t be long.”

He bent and kissed her forehead.

He walked the short distance to the restaurant and ordered a range of dishes for them to share.

As he waited for them to be prepared, he sat restlessly, conflict building in him again.

He wanted this woman more than he could ever have imagined possible, and yet he could never let her in; He couldn’t let anyone need him, depend on him, for he would only let them down. He couldn’t save everyone. He couldn’t be held responsible for caring for her, and he didn’t deserve to make her happy. He didn’t deserve happiness. He had long ago accepted that fate.

His head began to pound again. He feared a resurgence of the demons that seemed to have intensified so increasingly since he had met Tara. Before her, they had been in abeyance, his darkest moments infrequent, until she had come along and made him care for her; ripped his carefully controlled world apart. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. 

She was going to destroy him.

As he walked fast back to the hotel with the food, he knew he would take it out on her, he knew what he wanted to do next to her, and he felt his cock go hard just at the thought of it.

Despite his pressing need for her, he allowed her to eat dinner before they began again, spreading it out on the table for her to help herself.

They sat opposite each other at the table, and she looked at him, feeling the distance too great between them. She needed to be touching him constantly, such was the strength of her desire for him, her addiction like a craving that never abated, her thoughts turning to dark desires as she looked into his eyes, so strong and penetrating.

“Are you enjoying it?

“The food? Yes, it’s delicious, thank you. Damien, do you really think the police suspect you?”

“I don’t know yet. My lawyer is making subtle enquiries inside the police station. Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”

“But how can you say that?”

“I’ve been in worse situations. It will work itself out. Rest assured. Now eat up. I have plans for you my dear.”

She wished she could have his confidence, but she returned his comment with a smile, worried inside but trying not to let him see it.

As they finished their meal, Damien poured the champagne, handing her a glass.

Standing over her, he said, “Stand up Tara.”

He took her hand as she stood, and led her to the bed.

“Take everything off for me.”

He began to undress as he watched her removing her dress.

They watched each other in silence as they took their clothes off.

Tara looked from his chest down and saw him erect already as he lay down on his back, watching her as she lowered her panties and stepped out of them.

“Come here. On top of me, love.”

She climbed onto the bed, thinking he wanted her to ride him.

“Higher, bring your pussy to my face, I want to taste you.”
Easing her knees higher on the bed she moved upward until her thighs were on either side of his head and he reached for her hips.

He pulled her down hard, onto his lips.

His mouth sucked her pussy hungrily as he pulled her into his mouth, his hands holding her tight in position. He wanted to be covered in her scent, feel her dripping on his mouth.

“Ride me Tara, come all over my lips.”

He pulled on her hips, pushing her back and forth to encourage her, and as he did so the sensation against her clitoris was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, as it rubbed against his lips, his tongue coming out to lap at her clitoris, strong hard licks that made her clitoris throb and sent waves of pleasure building in intensity through her body. Instinctively she rolled her hips, seeking his tongue, pushing down harder onto his mouth, her head arching back as the sensuality of his actions took her further into abandon, his hands gripping her buttocks as he lapped at her juice flowing onto his lips.

“Come all over me.”

Unable to stop, she rode his face, rubbing herself all over his lips, her hips rocking wildly as she sought only her climax, her hands gripping his hair as her actions became frenzied, all focus lost except for the throbbing of her clitoris and her need to come on him.

He began to spank her buttocks, encouraging her, pushing her further in her transgression, and each slap took her closer to orgasm and she exploded hard against his mouth, her cries loud and guttural.