My Dirty Desires( An erotica collcetion)

AUCTIONED BRIDE:CHAPTER FIVE

Damien didn’t give me much time after the study. He told me to get dressed, but not in my own clothes. He laid out a deep red silk gown on the bed. It was backless, with a low neckline and a high slit up the side. “Put it on,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, watching me. “And don’t forget the accessory.”

He handed me a small, sleek vibrator. My cheeks burned as I slid it inside myself while he watched. He smiled. “Perfect. I’ll be holding the remote tonight.”

The rooftop restaurant was beautiful, it was all glass and city lights sparkling below us. Damien sat at the head of the table with his business partners. I sat beside him, trying to look normal. Across from us was Marcus, a younger guy with sharp eyes and a charming smile. He kept looking at me.

The talk was all about business, but I couldn’t focus. Damien kept pressing the remote under the table. The vibrator buzzed inside me, slow at first, then it became stronger. I pressed my thighs together and gripped my fork tight.

“You seem quiet tonight, Lila,” Marcus said, cutting into the conversation. His eyes stayed on me. “Damien usually keeps his guests more entertained.”

Damien’s jaw tightened. “She’s just listening,” he replied smoothly. Then he pressed the button again.

The vibrations jumped. A low moan almost escaped me. My fork clattered against the plate. Marcus leaned forward. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I choked out.

Marcus ignored Damien and looked straight at me. “You know,” he said quietly, “if you ever need a break from all this, I could help you find an exit. A ride home, maybe.”

My heart pounded. An escape. Before I could answer, Damien turned the vibrator even higher. The pulses got hard and fast. My hips jerked. I could barely breathe.

“Lila doesn’t want an exit,” Damien said in a dangerous voice. “Do you, pet?”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. The pleasure was too much.

Good," Damien said, turning the remote up another notch. "Because she belongs right here."

Just when I thought I might scream right there at the table, my phone buzzed.

The hospital.

“I… I have to take this,” I stammered. I grabbed the phone and hurried to the quiet hallway near the restrooms.

“Hello?” My voice was shaking.

“Ms. Voss? This is St. Mary’s. Your mother’s discharge papers have been processed. She’s ready to go home in two days.”

Two days. It was almost over. Tears of relief ran down my face. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you so much.”

I lowered the phone, but before I could process the good news, Damien grabbed my wrist and spun me around. He slammed me against the wall. He quickly turned the vibrator off and pulled it out, leaving me aching and empty.

You think he can save you?" Damien looked angry, his face inches from mine. "You think anyone else gets to touch what's mine?"

"No," I whimpered. "Damien, please, my mom…"

"I don't care about your f*****g mom now," he yelled. He pushed my dress up, "I care that you forgot who you belong to."

He didn’t hesitate; he thrust his hard c**k deep inside me in one rough stroke.

I cried out, but he kissed me hard, swallowing the sound. He f****d me right there in the hallway, fast, deep, and rough. Anyone could have walked by. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make everything feel sharper.

Say it!!” he demanded against my lips. “Say you belong to me!!”

“I belong to you,” I gasped.

“Again.”

“I belong to you, Damien!!”

He pounded into me harder, hitting that spot that made my head spin. The orgasm I’d been fighting all night crashed over me. I came hard, shaking and sobbing his name into his neck.

Good girl," he groaned, and with a final, deep thrust, he emptied himself inside me.

We stayed pressed together for a moment, breathing hard. Then he stepped back, fixed his clothes, and said coldly, “Clean yourself up. We’re leaving.”

The car ride was silent. City lights blurred past the window. I could still feel him inside me. After a while, Damien spoke.

“We’re going away for the weekend. Just the two of us. My private villa by the sea.”

I stared out at the dark ocean. Mom was coming home in two days. The contract was almost finished. I should have been happy. I should have been planning my escape and my new life with the money.

But I wasn’t. Something scary had grown inside me. I was starting to crave the way Damien controlled me. I was terrified of what he would do next… but I was even more terrified of never feeling this intensity again. I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave him anymore.