บท 284: 3. Kaksi lensi Yli Käenpesän. (Two Flew Over Cuckoos nest.)
On Monday morning, I made my way to work once again. As I entered the office, I surprised my colleagues with some new treats - freshly baked doughnuts and savory meat pies. The aroma of the pastries filled the air, enticing everyone's senses.
I gathered the attention of the three men on my team, enticing them to join me in a study session. I shared my knowledge of making a delicious rice mince filling for the meat pies, and they eagerly brainstormed other creative fillings. When lunch break was approaching, I showed them how I made my stuffed version of them. I cut two of them open, put some butter and salt in them, then hard-boiled egg and sliced them, and two slices of cooked ham. My lunch was ready.
At lunchtime, I would indulge myself with two meat pies, savoring the rich flavors of the seasoned mince. And these fillings. Just perfect. To quench my thirst, I grabbed a large bottle of ice-cold Coca-Cola from the fridge in the break room.
Unbeknownst to me, when the boss had been in the break room, the men exchanged uncertain glances. Oblivious to their unease, I walked into the break room, holding the bottle and my stuffed meat pies. As I approached the familiar armchair where I usually enjoyed my meals, I noticed a shift in the room's atmosphere.
To my surprise, Damon was sitting there, occupying my usual spot. He lounged casually, his gaze meeting mine. But his expression was not friendly or welcoming. It was filled with cruelty, danger, and intense emotions, leaving me unsettled.
He stood up and said, " My lady, you know better than that what you should eat. But thank you for lunch."
He took the meat pies from my hands and handed me the package he had brought. It was a large portion of meat and very little pasta. We then went to eat, but the atmosphere was very charged. This Nyle Di Marco clone came up to Damon and complimented me.
He said, " You're a damn lucky man. This girl is a sweetheart, and it's a real shame she's only here this week. We all appreciate her and would keep her here longer."
The man was very genuine, and he was very nice. Cooking and baking brought the three of us together, and I got to know him a little bit during the first week.
Damon was expressionless as he listened to this flood of praise, noticed me smiling at this boy, and then when I said, " This is a great place to learn. Oh, every cookbook and guide has inspired me; chocolate making is one thing I'm really interested in."
Then the customers came, and this baker had to leave. I hadn't gone to sit on Damon's lap and eat when I was eating on the sofa.
Damon looked at me after the man had left, and he said, " You don't remember who you belong to then, but fine, I'll remind you. "
I had just finished eating. He went and put the door to the break room closed but not locked. He came up to me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine, as he pressed my body against the cold, rough wall. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and anticipation. He kissed me passionately with a mix of urgency and desire, his lips exploring mine with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.
As his hands moved with purpose, he ripped open my pants, the fabric tearing apart with a satisfying sound. I could feel the rush of cool air against my exposed skin as he forcefully pulled them down, leaving me vulnerable and exposed.
Guiding me towards a nearby table, he positioned me so that my upper torso bent over its surface. The wood pressed against my abdomen, a firm reminder of the control he had over me. He effortlessly dragged my arms behind my back, holding my wrists in a grip that conveyed his dominance.
Without hesitation, he pushed into me, the heat of his body meeting mine in an electrifying collision. Each thrust was powerful and demanding and left me yearning for more. He held me still, his grip unyielding, as he continued to fuck me with a raw intensity that made me gasp and moan with pleasure. A huge cock sank into the depths of my pussy, making it burn and tighten. He was fierce, dominating, possessive, and brutal. I had no choice but to feel an enormous cock thrusting into my pussy brutally.
He tugged on my blonde hair and growled in a low, dangerous voice, commanding me to say, how do I belong? I struggled to form words, my mouth unable to vocalize my submission as waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. Finally, my resistance crumbled, and I exploded in ecstasy. His excitement grew, his movements becoming even more forceful, as he continued to drive me to the brink. My pussy was almost sore from his hard and brutal penetration; my wrists were in his grip, and the pain that came when he pulled my hair, well, they all got just wetter.
Through ragged breaths, he repeated his question, demanding my affirmation. And with every ounce of my being, I uttered, "I only belong to you, Damon. Only to you. I'm all yours, My Master."
His climax surged through him, filling me with his essence and marking me as his own. A hot cream of lust spread deep into my abdomen, making me feel his hot output inside me.
Unbeknownst to us, the door to the break room had silently opened, revealing three men from the bakery side who had witnessed our passionate encounter. But Damon showed no signs of stopping. He pulled his huge, thick cock, out of my wet pussy and spread my legs better.
The cock pushed now into my ass and then slowly sank in. " Submit, Mimi. Surrender completely. Say you will submit. Tell me you surrender to be mine."
His voice was low, but they could hear him clearly. My wrists were still tightly in his grip, and he held my hair so that my head was back.
I said, "I will never submit or surrender to you. Never."
Damon sank a little deeper as the hard stretch and clench in my ass increased.
Damon's voice was low, seductive, but as fucking dominant as it could be. "Surrender Mimi, you can't help it. Tell me you will submit to me completely. You will surrender completely."
My defiance continued. The little bitch wasn't that easy.
I replied each time, " Never, Damon. I will not surrender."
His grip on my wrists tightened. I actually felt my wrist break, but the pain was now very arousing. When Damon felt my wrist break, it put him in a more aroused mode. However, he was relentless in pushing a little deeper and fucking my ass with just the tiniest of shallow thrusts, which made my cunt wet, and I could feel my climax getting closer.
The domination continued. Damon growled in my ear, " Look at the way those co-workers of yours are looking at us. They are learning now how to control the little bitch and what you can take."
I couldn't get a word out. The subjugation continued. Master was merciless. I couldn't help it when I felt his power, his strength, his aura surrounding me.
Finally, I said in a small, squeaky voice. "I am yours, Damon. I surrender to be yours. I submit it to you. I submit it completely. "
He snarled, " That's a good girl, you good little bitch."
He pushed thrust after thrust deeper until he was up to the root of my ass and fucking me now, hard, claiming me, possessing me. I came three times, and as my climax approached the fourth, I felt how ready Damon was, too. We exploded at the same time, and I felt a wonderful, thick, hot cream filling my bowels.
He sank his teeth into my shoulder, marking me as his again. He was inside me until I was filled. Then he withdrew, letting me pull my pants back into place, saying nothing to the men as he smiled so that his vampire fangs showed. The men pulled back. Damon sat down on the couch and took me in his arms. He sank his teeth into my neck and drank heavily. And then I had to drink from him. Only then did we leave.
That gig ended there, and the men said nothing except promise to write references if needed. We went out, and I was digging my keys out of my bag when Damon grabbed them out of my hand and went to Tesla.
He said smoothly, " Look baby, when Adam threw me in here, I'm driving. Your road rage is well known."
Oh, that pissed me off. That Tesla was just perfect, and when Damon again put everything the way, he wanted it. But I smelled a slight velvet and saw a flash on the inside of his sleeve. Flank syringe, so I was a good girl and went to sit in the other seat, fastened my seatbelt as Damon drove.
Damon deftly drove up to the house and said, " How about baby, if we put this house in just your name and mine, not the pack's, this could be our own little fuck nest for the two of us? "
I said, " Fine with me. I haven't transferred this to Adam yet."
Damon grunted and said, "And you won't. This is between you and me. I don't want Bran getting any access to this place."
When we got to the house, I got the papers, and Damon took care of them. The house was Lord Salvatore and Lady Salvatore's house. He purposely put our vampire names on the papers; well, I didn't give it a second thought.
Damon looked at me hotly, and we ended up in the master bedroom for two weeks. And all over the main house, too. We sanctified our vampire nest fiercely, and Damon also worked on my vampire side.
He said, " You're a damn powerful creature. Your vampire side is powerful, but I'm stronger, so I'll keep you in check. "
He always made me a blood mixture that he drank to me. He wouldn't let me drink from him, but he drank from me. He made his position clear to my vampire side, who didn't appreciate it at all. There were quite a few really nice bathrooms in the house, and so damn many showers to be sanctified.
I was lying in bed all fucked up when Damon was getting us something to eat. I had a sheet on as he had to get something to eat; if I hadn't had a sheet on me, well, he wouldn't go anywhere.
I was thrilled; I was sweaty; I was stinking of sex, sweat, and a bit of everything, but I couldn't go to the shower now. We had our own house, our own lovely house, and I was enjoying myself when Damon came into the room.
He was wearing jeans, and at least he'd had a shower; I was thinking to myself that I could have a shower after breakfast. I don't know what we're going to do. Damon put down a huge tray with legs on it so we could eat in bed on his side of the table.
He came into bed and took me properly under his arm first. We were in a semi-sitting position, and then he only lifted the tray when I was properly under his arm so he could feed me.
He wouldn't let me touch the food myself. He said, "Master feed, and the little bitch will just be good and eat."
His voice was magnificent; it was full of love and then dominance, possession, and lust, and then I was good and ate. This was truly a perfect time, and my soul sang for the longest time. I had no regrets about my choice, not a drop; this was the most wonderful time of my life.
Damon was also thrilled. I felt a low purr erupt from his chest as he fed me. He looked at me sometimes. Wickedly, and I knew he had a plan, but what was it? I hadn't caught it yet, but I needed nothing else.
We finished eating, and Damon said, " Fine, my lady, I'll take the tray away, and then I'll be back."
I said, " Fine, I'm not running away anywhere."
He got out of bed, and at the same time, Damon's phone rang again, and he went out to talk. I heard the name Sarah again. He took the tray with him as he seemed to talk in a low voice to Sarah about something and that he was very pleased with something Sarah had done.
Well, she's in favor now, I thought. Well, that's okay. We've had another great two weeks, and if Sarah is going to whisk him away, well, at least Damon is covered in my bite marks. I'd used a couple of dentifrices to make sure they stayed; Damon had been looking at me for quite a while.
Wondering if it was a good thing or a bad thing that I'd tagged him, but I hadn't cared, he'd tagged me too. I then thought in my mind that I could actually have a shower. Everything was perfect, and when I got out of the shower, I might change the bedding; these were very sanctified.
I got in the shower and was washing my platinum-blonde hair when Damon came in and pinned me against the wall. He took my hands behind my back again and pulled my hair with the same hand. His other hand wrapped around my throat, choking me.
He spread my legs and thrust into me slowly, hard, huge, holding me completely still and helpless so that all I could feel was his hot, hard, relentless cock sinking deeper and deeper into my pussy. Slowly. Cruelly. My pussy stretched to the limit, and I felt how fucking wet I was from this game of domination. My fully hardened nipples pressed firmly against the cold tiles of the wall.
He nuzzled my neck and lightly strangled my throat. He marked me as he thrust and spread my pussy to the utmost. His voice was pleasurably seductive and dominatingly demanding, and his entire aura was all over me, adding to the feeling of helplessness. Still, it was such a safe helplessness, as if something really stronger than me had beaten me fair and square, and I had no chance of fighting back.
He said, "I didn't give permission to take a shower. Little bitch. But I'll teach the little bitch to obey."
The way he called me a little bitch was incredibly arousing, and I couldn't help myself when I said, " This little bitch won't learn easily then."
I felt something inside me wanting to rebel, so I moved so that I could pull myself off Damon's cock. He sped up and slammed me really hard against the wall and pushed deeper and relentlessly. This domination was even harder, and I felt my eyes roll back in my head in sheer pleasure. He started fucking me, pushing deeper and harder.
He was choking harder now so that I couldn't make a sound and couldn't move. I exploded so hard that my legs were all jelly, and I was just propped up by Damon. He fucked me until I had come violently four times already. The domination continued. He crushed my wrists, and the pain made me explode so hard that I felt my pussy clench ever more tightly again around the enormous cock that was inside me.
Then, after the fifth time, I felt him hit bottom, and hot waves spread in my stomach as he once again flooded his wonderful love filling inside me. He was inside me all the time, flooding, filling me. At the same time, he bit my neck so that my hair extended to my lower back and was blood red with big, bushy curls.
He washed me, chewed me, owned me. We fucked in the shower all the time. He never left me. We ended up in bed for a few more hours, or for a while, and then I noticed his phone beeping again; he reached over and looked at it and grunted, and he sank his teeth into my neck, and I felt the velvet flow. I fell asleep.
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