Chapter 122
My heart was still pounding in my chest. I had never felt so much pleasure before. He had turned me inside out, left me a shivering mess.
He was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My whole body felt alive around him. Even the pain felt good.
I blushed at the memory of how he had fucked me. He had taken me like an animal, hard and rough. He had left bruises on my skin, marks all over my body.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before the other maids saw them. They would know what I’d been up to. And they would judge me for it.
I straightened my shoulders, heading out of his office. I walked past his men, heading for the kitchen.
I needed to be productive. I needed to make myself useful, even if all I wanted to do was touch him again.
* * *
I walked into the kitchen, spotting the other maids working. They were at the stoves, cooking up dinner. I walked over to them.
I saw Lucy’s gaze flicker to me before looking away. She whispered something to the girl beside her, and they both giggled.
I felt a blush burn in my cheeks as I realized they had seen the marks on my skin. They knew what Damian and I had been doing.
My cheeks were burning, my hands shaking. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t stand the humiliation. But I had no choice.
I walked over to the sink and began washing dishes.
Damian’s voice whispered in my head. *Good girl, Elena…*
I shivered at his voice. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted him to touch me again.
I heard his footsteps behind me. My breath caught as I felt his arms go around me.
I looked up, seeing Lucy watching. I felt a blush burning in my cheeks, but I didn’t care. I wanted Damian. I needed him to touch me.
“M-my lord,” I whispered.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing over my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you again?” His voice was low and rough, like it was the last thing he said.
I moaned, my whole body shaking. “Y-yes.”
He pulled down my panties, his hand going to my pussy. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping down my thighs.
He growled, shoving me over the counter. I was still holding a dish in my hands, soapy water dripping on the floor.
I heard Lucy’s gasp, then the other maids coming to watch. I tried not to think about it, to focus on him.
I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel as his cock slid into me. He was hard and long, filling me up completely.
My pussy clenched around him, milking his length. He groaned, thrusting harder into me. My whole body shook under him, my tits jiggling.
I felt the heat from the stoves on my back as he fucked me over the counter, my legs trembling. My hands shook, but I held on tight to the dish, soapy water still running down my hands.
I couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t let me.
He fucked me in earnest then, his thrusts coming harder and faster. His cock stretched me out, hitting me so deep I saw stars.
Lucy’s voice rose to a moan as I orgasmed. Damian grunted behind me, his cock swelling inside me.
I felt him come, felt his heat inside me. He filled me up with cum, coating my walls in his seed.
I clenched around him as I came apart for him, my pussy milking his cock for more.
He leaned over me, pressing his lips to my neck. “Good girl,” he whispered.
My cheeks flushed, my body still shaking. I heard the other maids walk away. Lucy’s voice was soft.
“Poor girl… she’s been taken.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine. I was taken now. He would never let me go again.
I shuddered against him, the dish still in my hands. He reached up and took it from me, putting it aside.
I heard a splash of water, then felt his hands on my pussy. He cleaned me up gently, washing his cum off my body.
He fixed my panties, then pulled me up. He looked down at me, his eyes dark. “You need to clean up,” he said.
“Yes… Damian.” I corrected myself before he could.
He smirked. “Good girl. Go wash up.”
I nodded, walking out of the kitchen. I heard his footsteps behind me.
My heart pounded in anticipation. I didn’t need to look to know what he was doing. I could hear him fixing his belt.
He didn’t say another word as we walked up the stairs together, heading for my room.
I knew what was going to happen. I was already soaking wet. He was already hard.
I felt his hand on my hip as we walked. I shivered under his touch. I knew I was never going to get enough of him.
And I didn’t care.
Because I knew he was never going to let me go. I was his maid now.
I would do whatever he wanted.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up sore. Every part of me ached, my body used and abused.
I shivered at the memory of what we had done last night. He had fucked me like a madman. He had made me come until I was screaming.
I touched between my legs, finding myself still soaked from his seed. I moaned as I remembered him filling me up. I clenched my thighs together, feeling the ache of my pussy.
I wanted him again. I needed him.
I threw on my dress, heading for his office.
I stopped in the hall, seeing one of the men standing there. He was staring at my dress, his gaze dark and hungry.
“Good morning, miss.”
“Good morning,” I murmured.
His gaze flickered to the side, his eyes widening. I followed his gaze and saw Damian standing in the doorway, watching us.
He approached me, his gaze cold. “Good morning, Elena.” His voice was hard, commanding. “You’re going to have to fix your dress.”
I blushed. I had forgotten to button it up properly. My tits were almost out, my nipples still sensitive from last night.
I fixed my dress quickly, heat building in my cheeks. “Sorry…”
He cupped my cheek, leaning in to press his lips against my forehead. “Go get breakfast.”
“Yes…” My voice trailed off as I watched him walk away.
The man stayed behind, his gaze on me. I saw the hunger in his eyes, the lust. He wanted me.
And I wanted him.
Damian had taken me, but he had never said anything about me being with others. And I needed someone.
I turned and followed Damien, wrapping my arms around his neck. He let out a harsh breath, his hands going to my hips.
“Do you want to fuck me?” My voice was breathless, eager.
His cock hardened against my stomach. “Yes.” His voice was raw. “God, yes.”
I gasped as he lifted me up, carrying us into an empty room. He shut the door, then pressed me up against it.
He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue shoving into my mouth. He moaned against my lips. “Fuck.”
I moaned back, feeling his hard cock press against my pussy. “Fuck…”
He pushed my dress up, pulling my panties aside. I was dripping wet, my folds swollen and slick with need.
I whimpered against his lips as he slid into me. He filled me up perfectly, hitting all the right places. I clenched around him.
His kiss grew more desperate as he started pumping into me. My pussy tightened around his cock, milking him for more.
“Fuck.” He grunted, thrusting harder and faster into me. “Fuck, Elena.”
My moans were loud and wild, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He fucked me until I was shaking against the wall, until I was begging for him to come.
He groaned as he filled me up with cum, his cock pulsing inside me. I clenched around his length, feeling his seed dripping from my cunt.
My whole body felt alive and warm. I smiled at him, feeling euphoric. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He grunted as he pulled out. His cum dripped from my pussy, running down my thighs. I heard the sound of his belt jingling as he fixed himself.
I shivered as he cleaned me up, wiping his cum off me. His hands were gentle. He was careful as he fixed my panties and straightened my dress.
He cupped my chin, looking down at me. “Elena.”
I blinked up at him. “Y-yes?”
He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. “You can’t fuck anyone else.”
My cheeks flushed, heat burning in my stomach. “Y-yes…”
He had seen the way I looked at that man.
He nipped at my lower lip. “And I can’t either.”
I gasped. “But… you didn’t say that before.”
He pressed his lips to mine again, his voice whispering against my lips. “That’s because I didn’t know.” His breath hitched. “Because I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
My heart stuttered as he stepped back, his gaze burning. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Y-yes,” I whispered. I watched him walk out of the room. I had never heard him speak like that before.
Maybe this meant something. Maybe he could love me.
THE END.