Contract Of Surrender

Impressing Him

Elena stood in her room for a long time after Damien left, her fingers still touching her lips where he had kissed her. The light brush of his mouth had left her skin tingling, it made her insides churn.

Anger still burned in her chest, She hated how easily he could shake her.

She changed into workout clothes and went to the home gym, she had asked the made about it earlier. She ran hard on the treadmill until her legs burned and sweat covered her body.

For a while, the pain helped her forget. When she finally stopped, she took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the sweat. She slipped on a comfortable baggy top and soft shorts, no bra, because why should she care in this prison of a house?

She sat on the bed, she needed to check her emails, she also hadn't called Hannah, her best friend

she brought her phone out from under her pillow, she hadn't checked it since she got here.

She turned her data on, she checked her w******p and found 15 messages from Hannah, she clicked on the telephone shaped button and it began to ring, she didn't pick so she knew she wasn't online.

She dropped a short text telling her she was fine then went ahead to reply all her work related emails, when she was done she laid down and allowed her mind to roam

She didn't know when she fell asleep, she woke and found the time was 4, why was the day stretching on.

The penthouse felt too big and too quiet. Boredom mixed with restlessness pushed her to explore. She wandered through the halls, opening doors she probably shouldn’t. One door led to Damien’s private office. It was slightly open. She hesitated, then stepped inside.

The room smelled like him, it smelled like dark wood, leather, and that expensive cologne. Books and papers where neatly arranged on the desk, she didn't expect his office to be so neat.

Curiosity pulled her closer and she decided to check, she picked up a folder and started reading. It was about a big company takeover.

Her lawyer brain kicked in immediately. She sat in the chair, flipping through the pages, forgetting everything for a moment. She took a pen from the holder and started to jot somethings down. For a while she forgot where she was but the sound of the door closing behind her made her jump.

She turned around and Damien stood there, watching her with calm, dark eyes.

Elena’s heart slammed against her ribs. " Oh my God… I'm so sorry,” she said quickly. “I got bored.”

How much time had she spent here ? Why was he back so early?? Oh God

Damien didn’t look angry. Instead, a small smile touched his lips. “What were you looking at ?”

"Sorry ??"

He moved towards her in three quick strides, "Did you find anything ? "

She swallowed slightly confused"uhmm, maybe"

He raises his eyebrows as if to tell her to go on.

“Ok, your strategy has holes"

Damien chuckles "Holes you say??"

She nods feeling hot instantly "y-yes"

"Go on "

"If the other side pushes on regulation 4.7, you’ll lose half your position.”

Damien raised an eyebrow. He walked closer. “You think so?”

“Yes,” she said, feeling a spark of confidence.

“You’re focusing too much on the financial angle. You need to attack their licensing first. It’s cleaner"

He stopped in front of the desk, looking impressed. “Hmm"

She nods

" And how do you know this" he asks his voice echoing round the room

Elena felt a small, warm flutter in her stomach. She tried to ignore it. “I’m a lawyer, remember? Not just… whatever you think I am.”

For a few more minutes they went back and forth . He asked sharp questions. She answered, even arguing with him when he pushed back. His eyes lit up when she made a good point. She even caught herself smiling .

Then Damien who had taken his seat earlier stood. He walked around the desk slowly and sat on the edge of the table right beside her chair. His presence felt huge.

Elena tried to keep talking. “If you shift the approach here—” Her voice wavered as he walked back towards her slowly.

"I'll just leave now" Elena says voice shaking

Damien stands in front her, using his legs to gently push her knees apart then he stepped between her open legs, towering over her.

She swallowed. “Damien…”

He stroked her hair softly, his fingers sliding down to her cheek, then brushing over her lips. Elena’s breathing became shaky. She tried to continue. “The… the licensing could-”

He reached down and opened her legs wider. His hand slid under her shorts, stroking her p***y slowly over her panties. Elena let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. The sound surprising even her.

Heat rushed to her face. Damien teased her gently, rubbing in slow circles, never giving her enough pressure. Every time she tried to push against his hand, he pulled back just a little. It was maddening.

“You were saying?” he asked, voice low and rough.

Elena couldn’t think straight. “I… I said—”

He slipped his hand under her baggy top. His eyes darkened when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. A smirk curved his lips.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured.

Elena’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal. Damien cupped her breast, then pulled her n****e between his fingers, rolling it slowly. She sighed deeply, her whole body catching fire. Pleasure shot straight between her legs. Her back arched without her permission. She felt exposed, helpless, and so turned on it scared her.

Tears of frustration and need stung her eyes. Her pride screamed at her to push him away, but her body leaned into his touch. The way he controlled her so easily made her feel small and desired at the same time.

It was terrifying how much she wanted more.

Damien watched her face the entire time, drinking in every moan, every tremble. His fingers kept teasing her n****e while his other hand stroked between her legs, keeping her right on the edge but never letting her fall.

Elena gripped the edge of the desk, breathing hard. She didn’t know if she wanted to slap him or beg him.