Chapitre 23: Chapter 21: Inappropriately Staking His Claim
This is an erotical chapter so get ready....
Leslie's P.O.V.
So you might be wondering what the hell is going on!
Well let me catch you up.
Just when I thought finally me and Damien will have our time alone. The psycho bitch showed up. It was scary as hell. I mean she travelled half way across the world to stalk Damien.
That's some scary shit mehnn
Even I can't still believe it and thanks to her issues. It's like a mood dampener.
What can I say or do?
Damien just tells me she's sick and I should be careful of her. With this stunt she pulled, Damien had to call her parents and inform them of their daughters break down. Of course from the looks of things and the hefty frown on Damien face it seems the Du'mount weren't too pleased about it.
Vivian was sent back to New York, Manhattan. And right now we're currently at a fancy restaurant for the business meeting. Thankfully even with all the madness we've sealed the deal in the presence of the lawyers and some reporters were present too. Thankfully I made sure I wore one of the dress I bought making a mental note to give Morgan a big kiss the next time I see her.
We held the meeting at a restaurant that seems more formal and traditional. It looks quite different from any place have ever been to. And to top it all my legs and feet felt like jelly and a bit cramped. I feel my legs go uncomfortable and tired from kneeling and sitting in a traditional Chinese way.
Anyway even with all the madness we were able to acquire the deal, Which is a big win for us. Even talking and chatting with them wasn't all that bad, I was nervous because I didn't know how to speak Cantonese and even most of their business associates spoke other languages. Damien hired a translator, so communication won't be a problem. The evening wasn't so bad after all, I for one thought I would be stuck in a corner just looking but I was much more involved in today's deal.
I excused myself to the ladies lounge since we were all done with the business part and had already started celebrating. I slipped out limping a bit to the longue.
To my greatest relief it was empty, so I crashed into one of the couches streching out my legs. For a minute there it felt like the blood stopped flowing in that area.
I mean I love Asian people, and being in Hong Kong is a dream but Damien should have warned me about the location the Meeting would be held. It was a Chinese restaurant with lots and lots of sea food. If I had known maybe i wouldn't have bothered with wearing a fancy dress and wearing these contrapment called heels.
Hello"I then heard a familiar gruff voice saying.
Damien"I say surprised.
What the hell?"I say, surprised as he pokes his head into the ladies lounge. Stepping inside he turned the lock.
What are you doing, shouldn't you be in there celebrating"I ask, hearing my voice sounding a bit tired and weak.
Nah we're all done here anyway so I told them we are leaving. Besides by the look on your face you've endured enough for one day."He says, stepping closer then crouching down.
I know the time difference is getting to you, you look tired and sleepy."He says with a concerned look.
Yeah I can't even feel my legs at all."I say, trying to sit in a more relaxing way. Although I find it strange he followed me into the ladies lounge with the risk of someone bumping into us in this compromising manner but it seems he came to check out of concern.
Don't worry I won't break not anytime soon. Besides it's my job to help you"I say smiling.
"Anyway all that matters is that you won"I said.
"Congratulations on sealing the contract"I say smiling.
He then does something that caught me off guard. He stood up and walked behind me and began to knead my shoulders. His touch sent a rush of tingles to my core.
Thanks Leslie and now do you know the next thing I want to do right now"He ask, his voice taking a deep turn.
What?I ask a bit curious.
"Now, I want to win your cunt."He says with his lips inches away from my ears.
My shoulders heaved as my body heated. "I think you should stop."
"Come on, Leslie. After all that has happened, you know you want me as much as I want you."
Damn it! It was true. A carnal wave of desire rolled through me.
He kneaded deeper. "Relax, angel. Or what happened to the naughty Leslie that gave me a blow job in a hospital. You need to let go. Trust me. Trust my every decision and move. Especially if we're going to make this work."
I chewed my lip and nodded.
"Good."
He released my shoulders. Before I could blink, something whipped around my eyes.
"What are you doing?" I shrieked.
"What does it look like? I'm blindfolding you." I felt him tie a strip of fabric tightly behind my head. A band of darkness shrouded my eyes.
I nervously touched my fingertips to the blindfold. The textured fabric was silky—for sure his tie.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I'm teaching you to trust me. Can I trust you not to take it off?"
Speechless, I nodded.
He lightly kissed the back of my neck. "You just got your first 'A.' Are you feeling more relaxed?"
"Yes," I said breathily. Trust me, relaxed was the last word I'd use to describe how I felt. Every nerve ending in my body was buzzing with anticipation.
"Stand up. I'm going to undress you."
"What if someone comes in?" I stammered a bit shocked and scandalized but also excited and thrilled.
Heaven knows how all the bones and cells in my body wants this fine piece of a man.
"Don't worry, the door's locked. Now please stand up."
I rose to my feet, my legs unsteady. The first thing to go was the band and pins used to keep my hair all bunned up. He was rendering me powerless and vulnerable.
I didn't flinch or say a word as he tore off my dinner gown. In a few short heated breaths, I was stripped down to my ivory lace lingerie and my jet-black beads. And the lace-trimmed silk stockings and Louboutin heels. A chill swept over me.
Sounds fancy right?
You can thank "Morgan" for all that.
"Ah, Leslie. So appropriate, you would wear white lace to celebrate our union. Like a bride." He nuzzled the sensitive area between my shoulder blade and neck and played with my bra strap, his fingers grazing my scar. My pounding heart struggled to stay calm.
You have Morgan to thank for all that"I managed to croak out.
"Nah it's all you "Deliza Mia" You know, the type of lingerie a woman wears provides an outer expression of her inner sexuality."
He continued. "And I'd say, Ms. Ruffle, judging by the underwear you have on, you're bottling up a lot of sexual energy. I'm going to unleash all that."
Bottling? I was overflowing with lust. I could actually hear bottle caps popping as he bit open the back clasp of my bra, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. He slid it off me and let it fall to my feet. Exposed, my breasts quivered. With a concomitant moan, his soft hands cupped my full mounds and warmed them. He squeezed them together and massaged them. Heat and wetness gathered between my inner thighs as my nipples peeked beneath his palms.
He breathed into my ear. "It'll be hard to find someone as beautiful and sensuous as you .
You look magnificent"He whispers.
Should we be doing this here"I managed to say trying to control my breathing.
"I thought you love a challenge," He said, squeezing out the words.
"Well I do."I say gulping, the answer to that question of his seems like am signing myself away.
He flipped me around and lifted me onto the room table. I could feel the hardness of the wood beneath my buttocks.
"Lie down, Leslie."He says.
I did as I was told, stretching myself across the length of the table. My chest rose and fell, my breasts still quivering.
I felt him tug at my red-soled stilettos. "Do you know what these shoes are?"
"I think they're Louboutins," I stammered. Hey don't give me that look, am a woman on the brink of being sweetly savoured And those cost a fucking fortune. The morning I bought those babies I could hear my account balance laughing at me.
"They're Louboutins to you. But I call them 'fuck me' shoes. That's why women wear them."
I shiver as he slipped them off, one by one, and heard them tumble to the floor.
He clasped my feet in his large, warm hands. His thumbs dug into my silk-sheathed arches, sending a jolt straight to my sex.
"You have beautiful feet. Surprisingly small and dainty despite your stature," he purred as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my inner soles.
"Thank you," I murmured, too caught up with the erotic foot massage to say more.
His thumbs continued making deep circles, sending yet another rush of toe-curling tingles to my core. A moan escaped my throat.
"You like having your feet massaged, don't you?"
I was too enraptured to say a word. I merely nodded.
"Do you know why?"
"Why?" I spluttered.
"Because it releases you. Did you know that the nerves of the feet are connected to various parts of the body? Reflexologists believe you can turn a woman on with just a foot massage. Even make her come."
He definitely knew what turned on women. At least me. From aphrodisiacs to erogenous zones.
Damn!!
This is definitely a new side of Damien I haven't been introduced to just yet. And it's freaky yet crazy and hot.
He applied pressure again to that particularly sensitive part of my soles. "Tell me. Where do you feel that?" He pressed deeper.
Oh my God! I was throbbing. Growing hotter and wetter by the second. I swear if he continued with this erotic foot massage, I was going to come.
"Answer me."He commands, with authority in his voice.
"Between my legs," I moaned.
"Your pussy?"
I nodded instead of saying a word knowing I would only moan out loud.
"Say it.
'My pussy.'"I then croak out, I could feel beads of sweat and my body go hot and cold.
Louder"He says.
"My pussy," I muttered.
"Good, Another 'A' for you." Ending the foot massage with a sensuous kiss on each sole, he unhooked my garters, one by one. My flesh tingled as I felt him peel off my stockings, sensually sliding them down my legs. With a whoosh, the lace garter came off next and then my bikinis.
A dose of reality hit me like a brick. Holy shit! I was lying butt naked in the ladies lounge on a room table. Me, one of the most Clumsiest women in the world, completely at the mercy of a very powerful man , Totally exposed and vulnerable. Something was wrong with this picture. What the hell was I doing? I need to stop this! Collect myself and get the hell out of here! But I couldn't will myself to sit up. It was like I was super glued to the table. And when his hand slid under my ankles, it was too late.
"What are you doing, we could get caught?" I shrieked out panting.
"What does it feel like?"
Holy fuck! He was tying me up. With one stocking, he bound my ankles together, so tight it almost hurt. And then with the other, he bound my wrists. I attempted to wriggle myself free; it was an exercise in futility. Blindfolded and bound, I was now his prisoner. My heart thudded in my ear, and I was breathing heavily. Now what was he going to do? God, I wished I could see.
"Leslie ,now you're mine," he said, his voice deep and sultry. "I want you to relax. Try not to be afraid and trust me."
Relax? He wanted me to relax? I was totally bared, tied up, and blinded, and he was about to plunder me.
I shivered again as his warm, velvety tongue slivered up my right leg, from my ankles to the apex. He repeated the action with my other leg, this time leaving it where my inner thigh met the triangle between my legs. Spreading my legs a little, he seamlessly moved his tongue to my cleft, lapping the wet folds like a child lapping a melting popsicle. I moaned with the pleasure he was giving me. Then, I felt his luscious mouth come down on me, sucking and nibbling. While his mouth worked me, he rubbed my clit with his fingers. Two? Three? Writhing, I moaned louder, desperate for a release.
"Oh, angel, you're so hot and wet. And you taste so good," he said breathily, taking a short respite from his sucking and licking. "I think you're ready."
In two quick moves, he unbound my feet and freed my wrists. I wiggled my limbs while his hand clenched my pussy. What was he doing? I wanted to scream.
"Leslie" he said, his voice again businesslike, "you're free to leave. If you want to .Sit up, and I'll take off your blindfold though I suppose you could do that all by yourself."
I didn't budge. He squeezed my pussy tighter. I groaned.
"Don't you want to leave?"He asks.
Go, a voice inside my head whispered. I mean I want him but I know it's dangerous for us to be in this kind of compromising situation.
Everything about this screams, negative. The investors are like what a room away. But no matter how hard I try to deny it my body shouted something else: I want more! I shook my head feverishly, from side to side. I was aching for him.
He then lets out a deep sexy chortle. "I didn't think so. Now, we're going to finish what you started the other day. Spread your legs wide and then bend your knees."
I did as he asked.
"Good girl."
I heard him unzip his slacks—Whoosh!—and climb onto the table—my senses telling me, kneeling between my steepled legs. He grabbed one of my liberated hands and put it to his cock. Its heat penetrated my palm and it was already hard. I curled my fingers around the thick, slab of hot velvet, and despite the blindfold, I could envision it in its full glory.
"Leslie I want you to put my cock inside you." He squeezed my pussy again. "If that's what you want."He asks
I know this is not how I envisioned our first to be but who cares!
My life wasn't normal anyway, besides normal is always boring"I thought.
"Yes, yes, yes" I gasp out.
"Do it!" he ordered.
Blinded, I grappled a little until his erection was perfectly positioned at my hungry opening. Inch by thick inch, I inserted it. To my surprise, I took my time to savor the delicious sensation of my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickening magnificence. It might have taken a while for me to get adjusted to his size. When it was almost buried to the hilt, he gave his cock a forceful thrust, causing me to yelp, and then held it there. His fullness felt divine. So, so, divine! I clenched my inner muscles around his girth and wondered: did it feel as good for him as it did for me?
"Fucking perfection!" he moaned.
I got my answer. It was perfection…my pussy hugging his cock like we were made for one another. His glorious fullness filled every atom of my being, every cell in my brain.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you."
Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'm ready!
Gripping my hips, he slid his shaft back down and then drove it again deep inside me. My drenched walls enabled him to glide smoothly. He repeated the movements, first slowly and then gradually picking up his pace. Harder and faster. With each powerful thrust, hitting an unknown sweet spot deep inside me that made me want to weep with carnal pleasure. In all of my life have never felt this way before. He continued to slam into me thrusting again and again, rubbing against my clit with each masterful stroke.
All I could focus on was the exquisite swelling inside me. Oh, God! What this man was doing to me! He was a fucking genius. Pun intended.
I scream with joy, moaning and groaning and he continues with his savagelry pleasure.
His intense pounding hurled me in and out of fantasy land.We got into a rhythm, my hips rocking to meet his thrusts. Deprived of my vision, my ears took in his ragged breathing .The deliciously unbearable pressure was building, the blindfold heightening the erotic sensations I was feeling. "Oh, God," I heard myself cry out. My nails dug so deeply into the surface of the table I was sure they'd leave marks. I didn't know how much more I could take. I was falling apart.
"Come for me!" ordered Damien. "Now!" he barked with a harsh thrust and pinch of my clit.
With a loud moan, I let go. Waves of ecstasy began to roll through my body. I was coming. Endlessly coming. The waves traveled from my head to my toes. It was like every cell in my body was being taken out to sea. With yet another deep thrust and a loud feral grunt, Damien spasmed inside me, blasting his hot release as I blissfully rode out my orgasm.
Folding the weight of his body onto me, he crushed my breasts and yanked off his tie from my eyes. I blinked only once, taking in his expression. It was the face of a man who had just won my pussy . skin glazed, eyes hooded, mouth sated.
His breathing stabilizing, he nuzzled my neck, in the very sensitive crook beneath my chin. "Next time, you're going to watch me come." His voice was a sexy rasp. "I want you to see what you do to me."
I was dazed, confused, wasted; I'd never had such an intense, mind-blowing orgasm.
Let's continue this at our suite"He says with his ragged breath. We both dressed up quickly laughing like teenagers who just got laid. As we hurried out of the restaurant without even looking back we drove off in a hurry back to the resort.
My body all giddy and excited as to what's to come.
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