Firethorne

Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Maya

D amien didn’t tell lies. I’d learned that from my time at Firethorne and since he’d moved me to this apartment. He certainly proved it last night, when he took me so many times, I’d lost count of all the orgasms I’d had—in the shower, after the shower. He’d claimed me in whatever way he could. In every way he could.

Eventually, we’d both fallen into an exhausted, sex-induced sleep in each other’s arms. And when I woke the next morning, I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds longer to savour the warmth of his body next to mine and the sound of his gentle breaths as he lay sleeping.

When I eventually opened my eyes and turned my head to watch him, I couldn’t believe how peaceful he looked as he slept. He breathed quietly with his mouth open slightly, and the lines he sometimes had on his brow were smoothed out now. He looked younger as he lay still. A man who, whilst dreaming, didn’t seem to have a care in the world, but I knew, the second he woke up, the weight of the world would be back on his shoulders again, and evident on his beautiful face. The Firethorne guilt that dragged him down every day wasn’t evident now. He was just... Damien.

My Damien.

My saviour.

At some point during the night, we’d gone from lying in each other’s arms to lying beside one another, but I was still worried I might wake him when I moved. So, carefully, I lifted myself from the bed, swinging my legs onto the floor, and stood quietly. Luckily, he didn’t wake, so I silently congratulated myself on my success, put a T-shirt on so I wouldn’t get cold, and headed out the door.

Moments later, when I walked back in with a small tray, he was sitting up, yawning and watching the door, waiting for me.

“What’s this?” he asked, frowning as I placed the tray on the bedside table.

“Breakfast,” I replied.

“You made me breakfast? But that’s my job. I’m supposed to take care of you.”

I knew he’d say that.

Damien was the most thoughtful man I’d ever met. But at the same time, I wanted to do something for him. He’d done so much for me already.

“I wanted to spoil you a little.” I picked up the coffee cup and handed it to him. “Black, no sugar. Is that okay?”

“Perfect.” He smiled, taking a sip, then placed it on the table beside him and asked, “Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel fine, more than fine. I feel... alive.”

“I didn’t go too hard on you last night?” he asked, reaching out to grab me and pull me closer to him on the bed.

I lay next to him, with my head on his chest.

“You went hard, but I’d expect nothing less.” I peered up at him. “It was what I asked for. What I wanted, remember?”

He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead, and then he sighed.

“You know I have to go back to the house today, don’t you?”

“You go back every day. It’s fine. You need to keep working. I wouldn’t want you to stop on my account.”

I wished he could stay, but I didn’t want to pressurise him.

He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a gentle squeeze as he replied, “I know. But after what we did last night, I feel like I should spend the day with you.”

“When I get out of here...” I glanced up at him with a knowing look. “Or when you let me out, we’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Will we?” he asked, his face suddenly turning solemn. “Because at the moment, I can’t see how I can keep you close and still work on bringing my father’s network down. I still have so much work to do, Maya.”

I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek.

“Try not to think that far ahead. We’ll find a way,” I assured him. “There’ll always be a way.”

“Love will find a way,” he said, without thinking about what he was saying, and I saw the way his eyes widened at his words. The meaning behind them hitting him just like they were hitting me.

“You’ll stop your father’s network,” I said, taking the focus off our feelings. “I have faith in you. And until then, we’ll take each day as it comes.”

“Live for the moment,” he added. “I like that.”

He started to tickle me, making me giggle and roll around in his grasp as he teased me. My body wriggled and writhed against him, my bare legs kicking out on the bed, and my T-shirt rode up to expose my nakedness. He growled, and his playfulness became erotically charged.

“No panties. Now that’s what I want to see first thing every morning. Your gorgeous wet pussy open and ready for me.”

Damien was naked under the covers, and he threw them back, exposing his hard cock as he lifted himself to kneel in front of me. “On all fours, Maya,” he commanded, becoming serious. “Head down and ass up.”

I did as I was told, lifting my ass in the air and resting my head on the pillow.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled, running his fingers through my wet pussy, and then he moved them higher, rubbing the wetness over my asshole. “I know exactly what I want to eat for breakfast.”

He leaned forward, his tongue licking through my pussy, flickering over my clit as I buried my head in the pillow and cried tears of fucking joy.

His warm mouth felt so fucking good, teasing and sucking, eating me and coaxing out my first orgasm of the day. The sensation of his tongue rubbing, swirling, and spearing inside me, made my hips rock backwards, begging for more.

He held my hips firmly as he ate me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. Then he started to rub his thumb over my asshole, teasing me there, pushing the tip of his thumb in lightly and pulling it out, making me gasp. He was easing me into whatever was about to happen.

His mouth licked and sucked my pussy, and then I felt his tongue venturing upwards, heading towards my asshole. He moved his thumb away and started to lick over my ass, humming with pleasure as he flickered his tongue over my puckered hole. It felt dirty, taboo, and so freaking amazing.

I angled my hips, tilting my ass up higher, wanting to open myself up more to him. And as I did, he muttered, “Good girl,” and then speared his tongue into my asshole.

The sensation was incredible.

Like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I never expected to feel so sensitive back there, and I never expected to want more and more of what he was doing.

“That’s it,” he praised as I let out a sound like a kitten mewling. “Relax for me. Let me take care of you back here.”

His tongue was inside me, his fingers pulling at my ass cheeks, opening me up, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from reaching for my clit and stroking, forcing the orgasm that was cresting to burst free. Within seconds my orgasm hit hard, tearing me apart as I came in my pussy and my ass.

Mind.

Fucking.

Blown.

“That’s it,” he rasped as he licked and sucked me. “Good girl. That feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t respond, but I knew the animalistic noises I was making were answer enough.

He started to push his finger into my ass as I continued to orgasm, using the wetness from my pussy and his mouth to lubricate my asshole, and then he said, “Are you ready for a little more playtime in here?”

I grunted, nodding into the pillow, unable to form a sentence, and he huffed a gentle laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I felt movement behind me, and then something cool and hard rubbed against my asshole. It wasn’t his cock, it felt like metal, and I prised my eyes open, tilting my head to look behind me.

“If I’d have known this was going to happen, I’d have come better prepared,” Damien said.

“What is that?” I asked through my sex-induced haze.

“It’s my knife.” He saw the panic on my face, and he quickly added, “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna use the handle. The grooves in the metal and the shape are perfect for what I want to do to you. Do you trust me?” he asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

I nodded, because it was true. I did trust him.

“Good. Now let me fuck this tight little ass the way it needs to be fucked.”

I put my trust in him one hundred percent and rested my head on the pillow.

He started by rubbing the knife handle over my asshole, gently prying me open as he pushed it in, just a little, then pulled it back out again. I felt myself tense and he switched to licking me with his tongue, and then blowing as he said, “Relax. I won’t hurt you. I promise this’ll feel good. Maybe push back onto it, and it’ll go in easier.”

He gave me a few more sensual, slow licks to help me loosen up and then he tried again, sliding the handle in and out of my ass, going a little deeper each time.

I did as he said, and pushed my hips backwards, taking what he was giving me, and as the handle filled my ass, I heard him moan as he watched what he was doing.

“So fucking hot,” he gasped as he pushed the knife handle deeper, twisting it as he began to thrust harder.

The cool metal felt foreign, and it filled me so full it almost took my breath away, but I soon adjusted to the size and craved more. With each thrust, he had me rocking back onto the knife handle and moaning into the pillow.

He continued to slide the handle in and out, and then started to alternate between the handle and his fingers, stretching me and massaging my walls. Making me elicit sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of making.

“I need lube,” he suddenly rasped. “I can’t go another minute without my cock in your ass. But I can’t do it without lube.”

He threw the knife down on the bed and reached forward, grabbing something off the tray I’d brought in, and then I heard him rip the lid off the plain yoghurt.

I turned my head to watch him scoop out the yoghurt and lather it over his cock, and then he rubbed it over my already soaked asshole, smearing and pushing it inside me. He was so desperate to have me, he was ready to use anything. And knowing that made me feral for him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, the urgency evident from the need in his voice.

“Yes,” I whimpered, feeling so needy, so desperate, I was ready to beg for his cock.

He pushed himself into me just a little and stopped, letting me adjust to his size.

“You need to relax,” he told me as I started to tense up again. “Play with your clit and focus on how good your body feels. Lean back into me. It’ll help you open up.”

I reached forward, stroking my pulsing clit and then pushed my hips back.

“Good girl,” he moaned and pushed his cock in a little more, groaning as my muscles gripped him tightly.

I tilted my head so I could look at his face, and the expression of pure bliss as he stared down at where his cock was penetrating my asshole made my orgasm tingle and spark to life.

“Fuck my ass,” I begged him, knowing that’d push him over the edge. “Let me feel every inch of you.”

His fingers gripped my hips, and he pulled me back even more, sliding my ass onto his cock. Then he pushed in slowly, filling me until I could feel his hips resting against my ass.

“I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he moaned. “I’ll fill your ass full of my cum. And you’re gonna love every minute, aren’t you?”

I whimpered, “Yes,” and then he started to move. Slow thrusts at first, but once he knew I could take it, he worked me harder, pounding my ass and making my whole body shake with need. Fucking me like he’d die if he didn’t thrust as hard as he fucking could.

I buckled; my arms unable to hold me up as my shoulders hit the mattress. Damien reached forward and grabbed some pillows, shoving them under my hips to keep me upright as he fucked me harder.

“Fucking come for me,” he commanded, holding my hips firmly as he pumped into me. “Play with your pussy while I fuck your ass and come for me, Maya.”

I didn’t need to touch myself; his dirty words made me explode, my pussy and my ass contracting hard as I cried out, squeezing his cock as he thickened against my pulsing walls. And then he roared as he came too. Cries of pure pleasure as his cock throbbed inside me.

He held my hips tightly as he emptied himself, and then, slowly, he pulled his cock out of my ass, and I could feel his hot cum trickling out.

I knew he wouldn’t like that.

He didn’t like to waste a drop.

Suddenly, I felt cold metal against my ass, and the sensation of him scooping the yoghurt and cum. I turned my head to see him with a spoon, collecting what he could and putting it back into the yoghurt pot.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered.

“It was this or my mouth cleaning it up,” he replied, like both options were viable.

I was speechless.

Totally spent and satisfied, but utterly speechless.

“You could’ve used a towel,” I shot back, and when he carried on regardless, I said, “Please tell me you’re not going to eat that?”

“Why not?” He raised a brow. “Eating cum flavoured yoghurt out of your ass wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

“ Damien! ” I gave him a look, and he smirked back at me. This man was too much.

“Too soon for that?” He winked.

“Errr, yes!” I replied, and then I couldn’t stop myself from giggling. I knew life with Damien was going to be one hell of a ride, and I was here for it.

We never did get around to eating a proper breakfast. By the time Damien had finished fucking me, we both collapsed on the bed and fell into a light sleep. And then he’d had to leave, telling me his father had called an urgent meeting and he needed to get back to the house, so he didn’t arouse any suspicion.

I didn’t argue, but watching him leave felt like a part of me was walking away with him. Here was another day where I had to lose myself in books, my writing, or daydreams about him. Anything to take my mind off the hopelessness of our situation. But at least now I had some new memories to replay in my mind, memories that made me yearn for him all over again.

Thinking about our night together made me realise how well I’d slept with Damien beside me. I hadn’t encountered any dark shadows haunting me, or any night terrors. Not like I did most nights in this quiet, lonely apartment. Hopefully, now it wouldn’t feel so lonely. Now I had him.

I read a few more chapters of The Handmaid’s Tale to stop myself from falling down a Damien-shaped hole of need and pining for the rest of the day. Then I started to write, my mind choosing to go back in time to the days when my father first told me about his bankruptcy. I found writing about the fallout of what he’d done therapeutic, and before I knew it, daylight turned to dusk, casting shadows over the apartment.

I saved my work and closed the laptop, standing from the sofa, ready to turn the lights on. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought of what Damien would want to do tonight. But as I turned, I saw the door to the apartment was ajar and I gasped.

My pulse thrummed in my ears as I stared at the unlocked door, and adrenaline hit me hard, making me feel sick.

When had that happened?

The door had closed behind Damien when he left this morning, I was sure of that.

Had I been so engrossed in my laptop that it’d opened without me noticing or hearing it?

Was there someone here?

I whispered, “Hello?” Then, a little louder, “Hello? Is anyone there?” But no one answered.

If Damien was here, in this apartment, he’d have made his presence known. He wouldn’t play with me like this.

So why was it open?

Was Damien standing on the other side, waiting for me to push the door open so he could surprise me with my freedom?

I took slow, trepid steps across the living room towards the door, nervous about what I’d find, but I had to know what was going on. I had to walk through that door.

My fingers trembled as I stood in front of it and reached forward to touch it, placing my hands on the reinforced steel that’d kept me locked up in here for so long.

I curled my fingers around the edge of the door and slowly, so slowly, I pulled it open to reveal a hallway.

I’d never seen this hallway before, but it looked exactly like the apartment, with the same white walls and carpet. Tentatively, I peered around the doorway, expecting to see Damien waiting for me, but there was no one there.

“Hello?” I called down the hallway as I moved my head from left to right, but no one answered.

I took a step forward, taking myself from the apartment into the hallway, and I stood still for a moment, not sure if I was doing the right thing as I gazed down one side and then the other.

Maybe I should go back into the apartment and close the door? Wait for Damien to come back.

Maybe I should hit the panic button? Tell them I needed help. But past experience had told me that’d be pointless.

Or maybe, just maybe, I should do the right thing for me and walk the hell out of this apartment, out into a world that I hadn’t seen in so long. Feel the breeze on my skin. Breathe fresh, clean air. Walk on something other than plush carpet and start living my life again. A life that had so much hope now that Damien was in it.

Yes, that’s what I’d do. I’d walk down this corridor and leave. I had no idea where my feet would take me, but wasn’t this what I’d wanted from the start? To be free to make my own choices. I smiled to myself, thinking that this was so Damien-coded. He loved to give me freedom in whatever way he could, and that’s exactly what he was doing now. I knew it.

I decided to turn right and head that way down the corridor. Right had to be the right choice, after all. My heart beat faster as excitement stirred in my belly.

This was it.

This was the end.

Or the start, whichever way you looked at it.

My steps were slow but purposeful, my heartbeat pounding in my ears so loud, I didn’t hear anyone come up behind me. But when something was thrown over my head, strong arms grabbing me in a punishing grip, and a mean voice hissed viciously, “There you are, slut,” I knew I’d made a big fucking mistake.