“Arms up.” He said as he worked it over my head, leaving me in just my bra, panties, and jeans. “Stand up. We’re almost done—with this part at least.” He gave me a sexy grin.
I took his hand and he pulled me up so he could strip me the rest of the way. The air against my skin gave me a chill, and I shuddered from it, but also from the brush of his hands across my skin. He was right, it felt amazing. I loved feeling his hands on my body, and when I had touched his chest, I didn’t want to stop.
Damian removed my panties when he removed my jeans, and it took everything in me not to cover myself. I was left standing in front of him only in my bra and toenail polish. My whole body was on full display for him. Every curve, every flaw was easily seen in the low lighting of the room.
“You are beautiful, Sweetness.” Damian wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my body against his before taking my mouth in a deep kiss. I melted in his arms like an ice cream cone.
I could feel the length of his cock against my belly, the cotton fabric did little to hide the thickness and the heat radiating off him. His hands glided up my back and I felt my bra slacken between us before he removed it the rest of the way from my body.
This is what I needed. I needed him to be in control and take what he wanted and to give me what I needed. His hands moved to cup my ass as he lifted and laid me out on the bed. His body pressed me into the mattress, and the slow burn in my belly ignited into a wildfire of need. I felt my core melt and liquify preparing the way for him.
My nipples hardened against his chest, and the rub of his flesh against them had me gasping out in need. Our kiss broke, but his lips detoured to my neck and down my chest. He nipped and sucked and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth causing my hips to rock against him.
“Easy,” he whispered as he came back up my body. “I don’t want to rush this. I’ve been dreaming about this since our first kiss. Plus, I want to give you a taste of what we could have together beyond just plain sex. It has its place don’t get me wrong, but I want to show my good girl how to be bad in bed—with me.” He threaded his fingers through my hair, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate because I did trust him. More than I thought possible since we barely just met. Something deep inside me told me he was going to make a profound impact on my life and that he was going to open a side of me I never knew I had.
It terrified me and excited me all at the same time, but I felt safe with Damian Savage. I felt safe with my Santa Man.
***
Damian reached overto the bedside table and pulled a sleep mask from the drawer. It was black velvet and silk, and he used it to cover my eyes. The whole world faded to nothing as he took my ability to see.
I felt his weight on the bed with me, moving around and over me. He was to my side, and I almost jumped when his tongue curled around my nipple again. Damian sucked my nipple hard, his teeth gently nipped into the tender flesh before he moved away, and a cold stream of air fluttered across my wet tip causing it to draw up and tighten more.
Goosebumps spread across my skin and a shiver sizzled its way down my spine. When the heat of his mouth found my nipple again it felt like a furnace had just enveloped my breast. Involuntarily, I reached for him, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to let him know that I loved what he was doing to me. That I wanted more.
“I’m going to turn you over, spread your arms out across the bed.”
“Ok.” I let him guide me onto my stomach and I spread my arms out like he’d told me to. I gasped in surprise when I felt him bind my wrists to the bed. “Damian?” I questioned. My voice trembled at the unknown of what he was doing.
“Trust me Sweetness.” His voice was low and gruff, and so close to me. I felt him place a kiss on my shoulder, the sweet gesture calmed my nerves somewhat. He was being gentle and not rushing me somewhere I didn’t want to go.
His fingers traced down my back, and I felt his mouth leave a trail of kisses along the same bath. When he got toward the foot of the bed, he disappeared for a moment before I felt him get back on the bed.
“Get on your knees and keep them spread apart.” His hands bracketed my hips as he helped me move into position. I felt so exposed, and my body responded to it. I liked that he could see all of me and having the mask on not being able to see him kept me from getting self-conscious.
I felt him move, but I couldn’t tell where he was or what he was about to do until I felt his shoulders on the inside of my thighs and his hands pulling me down onto his mouth.
“Oh my God.” I gasped out at the feel of his mouth on my most private area. He made love to me with his tongue, licking, kissing, and thrusting. I couldn’t help myself as my hips started to move against his face.
I gripped the ropes that held me down, with every buck of my hips my nipples dragged against the fabric of the bedding. “Mm,” I moaned and wiggled against him when he sucked my clit into his mouth hard. “More.” I begged, and he delivered.
His fingers started stretching me as he continued to lap at my slit. Everything felt so intense as he pushed me toward the edge of insanity. It was dark behind the mask, but I still shut my eyes so tight spots of color danced behind my eyelids. The sensations were so intense and new that I felt something coiling deep inside my belly that I’d felt earlier in Tyson’s office, only this time it felt bigger.
“Oh. Oh.” I squirmed away from him when his fingers brushed against an intense spot inside me, but he didn’t let me go far. Damian’s hand smacked my ass sharply as he pulled me even tighter against his mouth.
The sound took me back to the night at the club when the girl on stage was getting a spanking. She’d enjoyed the feel of it, and I now understood why. When his hand landed on the curve of my ass, my clit throbbed in his mouth.
“Again.” I asked, wiggling my hips away so he would spank my ass again.
He didn’t spank me right away, instead, he gave my pussy one last long lick before I felt him move out from under me. “So, my Good Girl likes to be bad. You want my hand on your ass?”
I felt him move behind me and the hard ridge of his cock brushed against the length of my wet slit. I wiggled again trying to get his cock to rub against my clit. “Yes. It felt so good.”
Damian’s lips kissed the curve of my cheeks, and his teeth gently nipped into the globe of my butt as his fingers slipped back inside me. “I could tell. When my hand landed, your little pussy clamped down on my fingers so hard.”
The crack of his hand landing against me again had my pussy squeezing down again. I rolled my hips against his finger begging for the digit to thrust in again, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “Please,” I begged.