Chapter 164: Chapter 166: Complete Surrender
Aria got down from his lap on trembling legs, her entire body aching with need. She went to her knees in front of him, her hands shaking as she reached for his belt.
The leather was smooth under her fingers as she unbuckled it, the metallic clink loud in the quiet office. Then the zipper, the sound of it lowering making her heart race even faster.
When she freed his cock, it sprang up and hit her mouth, and she whimpered at the contact.
Damien smiled, that wicked, predatory smile that made her both terrified and desperately aroused. "Now take it in your mouth, Aria."
Aria looked at the big, veiny cock in front of her mouth and opened wide, taking him in.
The moment her lips closed around him, Damien’s hips jacked up and he growled, his hand immediately going to her head to keep her in place.
"Fuck," he breathed. "That’s it, baby. Take it deeper."
Aria had given him head before, but never like this. Never with him in complete control, his hand in her hair, guiding her movements with increasing aggression.
"Relax your throat," he commanded, and she tried, letting him push deeper until she gagged slightly. "Good girl. Just like that. Let me in."
He started to move, not just letting her suck but actively fucking her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat with each thrust, making her gag and her eyes water, but she didn’t pull away.
"Look at you," Damien said, his voice rough with arousal. "Taking my cock so beautifully. Choking on it like a good girl. Is this what you wanted, Aria? Is this what you’ve been thinking about?"
She couldn’t answer with her mouth full, could only look up at him with watering eyes and nod slightly.
"That’s right. You’ve been thinking about this. About me using your mouth. About me fucking your throat until you can’t breathe." His pace increased, more brutal now, his hips snapping up while his hand held her head in place. "You love it, don’t you? Love being used like this. Love me taking what I want from you."
Aria moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust harder.
Her jaw ached. Her throat burned. Tears streamed down her face and saliva dripped from her chin. She was a mess, and she’d never felt more aroused in her life.
"Fuck, Aria. Your mouth feels so good. So fucking perfect." Damien’s breathing was ragged now, his control starting to slip. "I could come like this. Fill your mouth. Make you swallow every drop. Would you like that, baby? Want me to come down your throat?"
She moaned again, and he groaned, his hips moving faster, more erratically.
But just when she thought he was going to finish, when she could taste the precum leaking from his tip, he pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop.
Aria raised her head, her eyes glittering with lust, evidence of what she’d just done all over her mouth....saliva, precum, and tears mixed together on her chin.
She looked up at Damien, then back down at his cock, standing proud and hard and glistening with her saliva.
She couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop staring at it like she was in a trance.
Damien saw the way she was staring and smiled. "Do you want it, Aria?"
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock.
"Then come and get it. Come on, get on it and take what you want."
Aria got up, climbed back into his lap, and started lowering herself onto his cock. Inch by inch, she sank down, and Damien’s hands went to her waist, gripping tight.
When she was fully seated, completely filled, she let out a sound.....a satisfactory moan of completion.
"So full," she breathed. "I feel so full."
"Then move, Aria," Damien said through gritted teeth, his control barely holding.
And she did. She started moving, dragging herself up and slamming back down, riding his cock like she couldn’t get enough of it.
Like she’d been starving for this.
"That’s it," Damien encouraged, his hands on her hips helping her move faster. "Ride me. Show me how much you missed this. Show me how much your body needs my cock."
Aria threw her head back, her hands on his shoulders for balance, and lost herself in the sensation. Every thrust hit something deep inside her, something that made her see stars.
"Faster," Damien demanded. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock."
She increased her pace, her thighs burning from the effort, sweat starting to bead on her skin.
But it wasn’t enough for Damien. He wanted more. Wanted everything.
His hands tightened on her hips, and suddenly he was taking control, lifting her and slamming her down on his cock with brutal force.
"Damien!" Aria screamed, her hands clutching his shoulders desperately.
"That’s right. Say my name. Let everyone in this fucking estate know who’s fucking you. Who owns this pussy. Who owns every part of you."
He pounded into her from below, his hips snapping up to meet her every time he pulled her down. The angle was devastating, hitting her G-spot with every thrust, making her climb toward orgasm embarrassingly fast.
"I’m close," she gasped. "Damien, I’m so close...."
"Then come. Come on my cock. Show me you’re mine."
She shattered with a scream that probably echoed through the entire estate, her walls clamping down on him so hard he groaned.
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Just kept fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was sobbing, overwhelmed, barely able to breathe.
"Again," he demanded. "Give me another one. I want to feel you come apart again."
"I can’t....too much....Damien, please...."
"You can. For me. Because you’re mine and your body knows it."
He shifted slightly, changed the angle, and suddenly she was coming again, a second orgasm ripping through her before the first had fully subsided.
"Fuck, yes," Damien groaned. "That’s my girl. Come for me. Drench my cock."
Aria couldn’t form words, couldn’t think, could only feel as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
And then Damien was coming too, his control finally shattering, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his release.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both gasping for breath, both trembling from the intensity.
Then slowly, the aftermath of their climax rushed through their systems. Aria collapsed against Damien’s chest, her body shaking, her heart racing so hard she thought it might burst.
Damien held her close, his arms wrapping around her protectively, and he could hear the way her heart was racing, feel the way her entire body trembled against his.
The only thought on his mind was that he couldn’t lose her. Not again. Never again.
Even if it meant making her completely addicted to him.....to his touch, to his cock, to the way he made her feel....he wouldn’t lose her again.
Yes, he knew that was wicked. Unreasonable. Felt like he was taking away her will to make decisions for herself.
But he couldn’t risk it. He’d done it once....waited for her to choose him, to tell him the truth. But she never did. She’d lied and betrayed his trust, and even though he’d forgiven her, he couldn’t go through that uncertainty again.
So he would do what needed to be done to keep her tied to him. Anything.
He adjusted their clothes, still holding her shaking body close, and stood with her in his arms.
She made a small sound of protest but didn’t resist as he carried her out of the office, through the hallways, up the stairs to their bedroom.
He laid her gently on the bed and realized she’d fallen asleep at some point, her face peaceful despite her tear-stained cheeks.
Damien went to the bathroom, got a warm wet towel, and cleaned away the evidence of what they’d just done from her body.....between her thighs, on her face, the dried tears on her cheeks.
Then he climbed into bed beside her, pulled her close to his chest, and finally....finally.....felt like he could breathe again.
"I won’t let you leave, Aria," he whispered against her hair. "Never. Not again."
He kissed her head and closed his eyes, letting exhaustion finally claim him.
And for the first time in thirty-six hours, Damien Blackwood slept.
