Hailey
After what happened in Damien’s office that day at college, I couldn’t bring myself to return. I skipped classes for two whole days, cocooning myself at home and avoiding him at all costs. Whether it was fear of facing him or fear of how my body would react to his presence, I didn’t know. Every time I heard his footsteps echoing through the house, my heart would hammer against my ribs. I’d dart back to my room or freeze in place, holding my breath until the sound faded. I did everything to save my sanity, dignity, my heart and…pussy.
But tonight, something shifted.
I was sitting on my bed, restless and on edge. I’d heard his footsteps approach my room, pause for a moment, and then retreat. The teasing proximity was unbearable, like he’d pulled at an invisible string connecting us. My body betrayed me, aching with a need I didn’t dare acknowledge out loud.
My gaze fell to the neglected math notebook in my lap, the unsolved equations mocking me. Then, an idea sparked. An excuse. A reason to knock on his door.
Clutching the notebook, I slipped off the bed and padded down the hallway. My heart thudded in my chest with every step. When I stopped in front of his door, I froze. The air around me felt heavier, charged with something I couldn’t name.
Breathe, I told myself, though my lungs didn’t seem to cooperate. Raising a trembling hand, I knocked twice.
“Come in, Bunny.”
His voice, deep and velvety, came in. A shiver raced down my spine. He knew it was me.
I hesitated. Walking away felt like the safer option. But my body had other plans.
Gripping the doorknob, I twisted it slowly and stepped inside. His room was a stark contrast to mine. While mine was pristine white, his was a canvas of deep, moody blacks and grays. Everything about the space screamed Damien-dark, intense, magnetic.
And then there was him.
Standing in the center of the room, he turned to face me. The corner of his lips tugged upward, a wicked smirk playing on his face. He looked like he’d been waiting for this. For me.
“Long time no see, Bunny.”
His voice was a low rumble as he unhooked his watch and set it aside. The casual movement held quiet something…as if he were stripping away layers just for me.
“I see you’ve finally decided to come out of hiding.”
“I wasn’t hiding,” I managed, my voice unsteady.
“Hmm,” he hummed, unimpressed. His eyes glinted with amusement as he began to unbutton his shirt, one deliberate button at a time.
I swallowed hard, my gaze betraying me as it dropped to his chest. Each inch of skin revealed was a silent invitation, and my breath hitched as he shrugged off the shirt entirely.
Damien shirtless was a sight I wasn’t prepared for-lean muscles carved with precision, his skin golden under the dim light. As if before me didn’t stand a human, rather a god. He took a step closer, closing the space between us, and my pulse quickened.
“Tell me, Bunny,” he drawled, his voice dripping with wicked intent. “How was your little hideaway? Did it help clear your head… or did it just make you crave me more?”
I tried to respond, but the words tangled in my throat. His proximity, his scent-clean and sharp, with a hint of something darker-consumed me.
“I-uh-needed… help,” I stammered, holding up the notebook as a shield.
His smirk deepened. “Math problems?” he asked, his voice a mix of mockery and intrigue. “Or me?”
Him?
Well…
My eyes betrayed me, trailing back to his body-his naked body. It was impossible not to. He was too tempting, infinitely more alluring than the math equations I’d brought as a feeble excuse.
“See something you like, Bunny?” His voice was a low, teasing drawl, his lips curling into that devilish smirk.
Before I could muster a response, he took a step closer, and instinctively, I stepped back. It became a game of predator and prey, my retreat mirroring his advance, until my back hit the door with a soft thud.
The scent of his cologne-clean, dark, and intoxicating-wrapped around me, making my head spin. He braced his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. Leaning down, his face hovered inches from mine, his piercing gaze boring into me.
“Are you nervous, Hailey?” he asked.
I drew in a shaky breath, summoning every ounce of composure I had left. “No,” I managed, clearing my throat to sound more confident than I felt. “I’m just… surprised that you came this close.”
“Why?” His chuckle was low, almost mocking. “Am I not allowed to?”
“It’s not that…” I hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I’m just… not used to men being this close to me.”
He smirked, his hand lifting to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture felt far too intimate. Then his fingers trailed downward, brushing my neck lightly before his hand wrapped around it. My breath hitched.
“That’s why you tempt me so much, Bunny,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. “Knowing no one’s ever ruined even a piece of you. And I get to ruin it all.”
His words ignited something deep within me. My thighs clenched involuntarily, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt. I tried to ignore the fire pooling in my belly, tried to act unaffected, but I knew I was failing.
“I-” I stammered, searching for a distraction, holding up my notebook like a shield. “I came here because I needed help… with math.”
His smirk widened, amusement glinting in his dark eyes. Without a word, he slipped a hand under my thighs, effortlessly lifting me.
I gasped at the sudden movement, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My hands flew to his shoulders for balance, the notebook and pen still clutched in my grip. “What are you doing?”
“I know exactly what you need, Bunny,” he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and teasing. His eyes burned with a hunger that made my stomach flip. “So don’t play these games with me.”
“It’s not-” I tried to explain, but my words faltered as he carried me toward his bed. “I really am here for the math!”
He chuckled, a deep, husky sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine. He plucked the pen and notebook from my hands, setting them aside with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Oh really?” he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery.
Before I could protest further, his hand slipped beneath my shorts, his touch purposeful and unrelenting. His fingers found their mark…. my pussy. I gasped, my body jolting at the sudden sensation.
My hands flew to his shoulders, clutching him for stability as my breath hitched. My heart raced, the sound of it thundering in my ears as his smirk deepened, his movements unyielding.
“No panties?” He chuckled before he moved closer, “Tell me, Bunny,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Is this what you needed help with?”
He leaned closer, his nose trailing along my neck, his warm breath brushing my skin as his fingers moved in slow, teasing circles over my slick folds. “You say you’re just here for the math, Bunny, but how come you’re already so wet?” he murmured, his voice a low rasp.
A shaky breath escaped me as I struggled to find words, but all that came out was a soft moan when his fingers found a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I gripped him tighter, my body trembling in his hold.
Damien tilted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. Up close, his face was impossibly beautiful, and when his lips inched closer, I couldn’t stop myself from parting mine. Noticing, he pressed his lips against mine, his kiss hungry and consuming. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it, only to claim my mouth again.
His fingers continued their torment, slow, torturous circles around my clit that made my hips jerk involuntarily. Then, with a deliberate motion, he slid two fingers inside me.
Fuck.
My back arched as a moan tore from my lips, muffled by his kiss. My legs instinctively tried to close, but his body was already between them, keeping me wide open for him.
“Do you like it, Bunny?” His voice was a guttural growl, raw and animalistic, vibrating against my skin. “Do you like my fingers inside your cunt?”
I whimpered, my pussy clenching around his fingers as more wetness pooled between my thighs.
“I need an answer,” he demanded, curling his fingers to hit a spot that sent a blinding wave of pleasure crashing through me.
“Yes,” I cried out, my voice breaking. “Yes, I fucking love it!”
“That’s what I thought,” he growled, brushing his lips along my jaw before trailing his tongue up my neck and claiming my lips in another searing kiss.
His fingers began moving in and out of me, not with patience, but with an urgency that bordered on merciless. From the first moment, his pace was frantic, as though he intended to ruin me completely. And I hated how much I loved it-how much I needed it.
Moans spilled from my lips in a steady stream as he drove me closer to the edge, each stroke unraveling me further.
“Damien… oh my god,” I gasped, glancing down at where his fingers moved relentlessly, pummeling in and out of my pussy, the sight as maddening as the sensation.
“I am your god, Hailey,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair to pull me upright. His eyes burned into mine, his dominance unquestionable. “The only name you should be calling is mine.”
My breathing hitched, my body shaking violently as his fingers worked me into a frenzy. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he withdrew them, replacing the relentless thrusts with vicious circles over my clit.
The new sensation sent me spiraling, my head falling back as a desperate cry escaped me. I was on the brink of losing myself, torn between begging him to stop and begging for more.
“Damien,” I whimpered, clawing at his arms as my body quaked, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
Then it hit-a growing pulse deep in my core, the unmistakable buildup of my release. Sparks of electricity danced along every nerve, my hips bucked, and my breaths came in ragged gasps.
“Are you about to come, Bunny?” he asked, his lips brushing mine, his voice dripping with mockery and dark amusement.
“Yes,” I moaned, nodding frantically. “I’m… I’m gonna come.”
He chuckled, the sound wicked. “Such a desperate little thing,” he murmured, sliding his fingers back inside me. His fingers began fucking me again, driving me to the edge.
“Oh, Damien, I’m gonna come!” I cried out, teetering on the brink. “I’m gonna-”
But just as the orgasm was about to hit, his fingers stopped.
My eyes snapped open in shock, my body trembling with unfulfilled need. “No… please don’t stop!” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please!”
“Well,” he began, his lips curling into a smirk as he kissed me lightly before standing. “I’m not stopping, Hailey.”
He grabbed my ankles, dragging me to the edge of the bed with a firm, controlled pull. A gasp escaped my lips as his hands found the waistband of my shorts, yanking them off with ease before tossing them aside.
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he leaned in, his breath hot against my dripping center. “I’m just about to start,” he whispered.
And then his lips met my pussy, and I shattered all over again.