CHAPTER 99: CHAPTER NINETY-NINE: IT’S MY TURN.

Someone walked into the office with a tray of tea and biscuits. She placed it down on the shiny, polished mahogany table that stood in front of an executive swivel chair.

After placing it down, she walked to where Damien stood with his hands in his pockets, lost in thoughts, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"What are you thinking about my love?" Elena asked gently, fiddling with the buttons of his vest. The shirt though loose, clung to his muscles giving him a delicious, masculine aura.

Damien grinned. This woman...

"I see you must be bored, seeing how you’ve come to distract me."

"Well the kids are fast asleep and the workers said you’re in your office so—"

Damien took her arms from his waist and trailed them up slowly to his broad chest.

"Interesting..." he drawled, using her hands to massage his chest.

Elena’s face heated up at his actions. Even after being with him for so long and enduring the many things he had done to her body, she still blushed at the slightest move he made.

She didn’t understand why and didn’t want to.

"Your plan worked very well then. You have my full attention."

With that, he turned around sharply, lifted her from the floor and placed her on the edge of the table.

Damien leant against her, placing his palms on either sides of the table while his face moved inch by inch towards her own until they were just a breath away.

Desire surged through her entire being. She wanted him to kiss her hard. To move his large, hard palms all over her body till she was at his mercy.

Damien’s eyes narrowed at her as he bit his lip. What a man!

"I thought you only cared about your kids more than me. You coming here when you were bored only proves that, no?"

"Dam—"

"Shhh."

Damien ran his lips over her cheeks lightly, leaving small fiery kisses as he worked his way around her face. Elena gasped severally, reaching out to touch him; to pull him closer but Damien stopped her.

"No, no darling." he said, pulling away to meet her flustered, innocently confused face.

It’s hard not letting her touch me but I have to punish this lisichka.

"Why..." Elena stammered out. She had been craving his touch for so long but the kids had made it their mission to thrwart her plans. It’s not my fault!

"I’m having my revenge on you for keeping me needy all this time." he whispered darkly in her ear, nibbling on the small lobe till it turned red. Instinctively, she took out her arms again to rest them on his shoulders but Damien was quick to notice it.

"I am dead serious my love. You can’t have my body."

He grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back with one hand. With the other, he tilted her reddened face to himself.

"You’re being very disobedient today Ellie. I’m guessing it stems from your desires right?" Damien resumed his torturous motives immediately after the question. This time, he used his tongue.

His tongue shot into her mouth, licking hers before his mouth claimed hers in a searing, hard, passionate kiss.

He wanted her too but must play hard to get.

"Please—" Elena moaned in his mouth. She tried to free her hands but all her efforts were futile.

Her back arched to him and she pushed her head closer to him even opening her mouth wider for his tongue to have more room.

Mmmm... She moaned into his mouth.

Her body arched closer and closer to his, wanting to feel his hand, his hot touch roam all over her.

But just as she started craving more, Damien pulled away as quickly as he had initiated the kiss.

Elena felt her mind go mad.

"Ah..." she whimpered out, disappointment flooding her swollen face. Her lips pouted in protest of his actions. How could he just leave her like that?! That’s just cruel!

But Damien looked as controlled as ever. He was really enjoying toying with her. Taking her to that height before shattering it completely.

You’re under my spell love and I’ll make you beg for my body.

"Did you want me to continue?" he asked gently as if he hadn’t just abandoned her. Even with his annoying grin, she still wanted him to touch her and run her hands all over him.

"Too bad though. I already stopped."

"Darl—"

Before she could finish, he pushed himself off the table and walked to the other end of the room. He stopped in front of a towering shelf and pulled out thin ropes hidden behind the books on the third rack .

Damien smirked at the rope and made his way back to Elena.

"Put your arms in front of you." he commanded in his deep, masculine voice. Elena slowly obeyed him and watched as he tied her wrists together. After tying her wrists he straightened himself to his full height then leaned down on her again.

Without saying anything, he slung her over his shoulder and strode to the elevated couch before plopping her on one of it.

Elena stared at him wide-eyed. They had never tried this one before. It was scary but in the thrilling kind of way.

"What are going to do to me?" she asked innocently. Whatever it was, he should hurry the hell up with it!

Damien didn’t answer as he stood tall in front of her. He would have preferred the room but the kids were napping there and this woman would fight heaven and hell to make sure they don’t do it while they’re there.

"Drive you insane?"

Elena’s mouth hung open. "What?"

Damien gracefully knelt down in front of her with one knee against the floor. Even on his knees, he could still reach her face level. Slowly but surely, he crashed his lips on hers again this time taking hers sensually. His mouth skillfully navigated her lips, sucking, biting and playing with them.

Elena lost herself in the heat of his hot mouth. This man was too much.

One minute he was hotter than the sun and the next he was this prince charming.

As they kissed, his large palm slithered up her dress before gripping her thigh in its hold.

His sudden intrusion earned a gasp from her and she wiggled from the hotness of his touch searing into her skin.

Her heart quickened its pace, thumping hard against her rib cage as his hand went deeper and deeper under her dress.

By the time he had reached her flower, it was already moist. So moist that she could feel it through the thin underwear that covered it.

Damien smirked in-between her lips as his hand fiddled with her underwear.

"You’re already milking for me when I haven’t even started with you hmm?"

"Ahh... Mmm..."

"Answer me." he said hardened, as the kiss got more intense.

"I—ah!"

Damien skillfully undid on edge of the fabric then pulled forcefully at the other end, causing it to fall off. His free hand moved to her exposed back, tackling with the holds while his mouth ravaged hers and his hand stroked her clit sensually.

He was doing three things at the same time!

Last hook of the dress came off under a few minutes and in a single swoop, he pulled up the dress from her body.

Her breasts fell from the bra that was built in the dress so to make it easier for her when feeding the children.

Damien eyes were glued on her two mounds with hardened nipples. He licked his lips slowly and that single gesture made her heart skip.

"Beautiful..."

His hand under her dress stopped its fiddling and went back to gripping her thigh.

"I’ve always wondered why the kids never wanted to let go of your soft mounds when feeding..." he said slowly, tickling one of them gently before gripping it suddenly.

A moan escaped from her swollen, red lips. Damien’s hand massaged her breast, kneading it before squeezing it gently. Her breath came out ragged as he plunged her deeper under his demanding control.

" Be a good girl and moan harder for me daddy."

"Dam—ahhh... Please—ahh hmmm!"

Elena was already moaning mess by the time he finished his ministrations on her. Damien took his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. His mouth skillfully sucked her nipple hard, biting down on them with his front teeth till all that could be heard from her was her unrestrained moans.

What made it worse was that her hands were still tied behind her.

His mouth continued sucking hard on her breast, not lowering his intensity by an inch. Her legs flared in front of her and she wiggled under his touch.

Just when she thought she was losing her mind, he shot two of his long tapering fingers deep inside her flower.

A pleasured shriek escaped from her lips as his hand moved viciously inside her, fingers curling with expert precision to stroke that hidden spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Elena’s body betrayed her completely, hips bucking involuntarily against his palm, chasing the friction that sent liquid fire racing through her veins. The ropes bit into her wrists, a delicious restraint that amplified every sensation, turning her into a live wire of need.

Damien’s chuckle was low and wicked, vibrating against her skin as he released her nipple with a wet pop, the cool air of the office kissing the damp peak and making her whimper.

"That’s it, my little fox," he murmured, his voice a gravelly caress that slithered down her spine. "Let me hear how much you need this. How you’ve been aching for Daddy’s touch while playing the perfect mother all day."

His thumb circled her swollen clit in lazy, torturous swirls, contrasting the relentless thrust of his two fingers now becoming three, stretching her with a burn that bordered on exquisite pain.

Elena’s head fell back against the couch, her bound hands twisting futilely behind her as she arched into him, thighs trembling and parting wider in silent invitation.

The slick sounds of her arousal filled the room, obscene and intoxicating, mingling with her ragged breaths and the faint creak of the leather beneath them.

"Oh God, Damien... please," she gasped, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. Her core clenched around him greedily, pulling him deeper, but he only slowed his pace, drawing out the agony with shallow, teasing strokes that grazed her walls without mercy. "I need... I need you inside me. All of you."

He lifted his head, dark eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam, his free hand trailing up her inner thigh to join the first; now both palms claiming her, one plunging deep while the other pinched and rolled her clit between thumb and forefinger.

"Beg for it properly, Ellie," he demanded, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of her neck, teeth grazing just hard enough to leave faint marks. "Tell me how empty you feel without my cock filling you up. Tell me how much you want this ."

Her cheeks flushed hotter than her core, but the words tumbled out anyway, fueled by the inferno he was stoking.

"I—ahh—I’ve been so empty, Damien. So wet and desperate for you so please— ah— please fill me."

The raw confession shattered something in him. With a growl that rumbled from his chest, Damien withdrew his fingers in one fluid motion, leaving her clenching around nothing, a keening whine escaping her throat.

He rose to his full height, towering over her like a god of sin, his vest discarded sometime in the haze as his fingers unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the taut planes of his abdomen.

His erection strained against his trousers, thick and insistent, and Elena’s mouth watered at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

In a blur of motion, he untied the ropes around her ankles and secured them to the couch’s arms, spreading her wide and exposed.

The vulnerability sent a fresh gush of heat between her thighs, her flower glistening under his heated gaze.

"Good girl," he praised, voice husky as he freed himself from his pants, his cock springing free: long, veined, and flushed with the same urgency that pulsed in her veins. He stroked himself once, twice, base to tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum with his thumb while watching her squirm.

Elena struggled under the weight of the ropes, her knee grazing his hip, but he caught it and pressed it to the heat of his length instead.

"Feel what you do to me," he rasped, guiding her knee up and down in a slow rhythm that made his breath hitch. Her touch was feather-light at first, exploratory, then bolder. Her toes barely gripped his length, squeezing the moist, velvet steel of him until a bead of moisture slicked her toes.

Damien’s control frayed at the edges, his hips jerking forward. He mustn’t let her touch him. She had to learn her lesson.

He placed her knee down and lowered himself onto the couch as he spread her legs open again, positioning himself at her entrance, the blunt head nudging her folds teasingly.

"Tell me you want it rough," he whispered, hovering there, torturing them both. "Tell me to do it hard."

"Hard..." she breathed as his shaft teased her thighs and wet entrance. "Please, Damien...hard. Make it hurt so good."

Damien smirked wickedly. Of course he was going to do just that but not immediately. She had to feel how he had felt all these days.

With a savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch overwhelming her as he filled her completely, bottoming out against her cervix in a jolt of pure ecstasy.

Elena cried out, her back bowing off the couch, her walls fluttering around his girth like a vice. He didn’t give her time to adjust true to her plea before he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward with bruising force, each plunge dragging against her most sensitive nerves.

The office echoed with the slap of skin on skin, her moans blending into a symphony of surrender as he angled his thrusts to hit that spot inside her over and over.

One hand braced on the couch beside her head, the other snaked between them to rub furious circles on her clit, pushing her higher, faster. Sweat beaded on his brow, trickling down the corded muscles of his chest.

"You’re too slick Ellie," he groaned, pace faltering as her inner muscles clenched in warning, the coil in her belly winding unbearably tight. Her breasts flared up angrily at his quickened administrations and he grabbed one of it, kneading it as he twisted her hardened nipple.

"Come for me, love. Milk me like the needy little fox you are."