31 Days

Your w***e Is Ready

After several minutes, Damon's phone rang, breaking the eerie silence that had filled the room. Damon smiled, knowing who it was even before he answered. "Yes?" he asked.

"Sir, I have the w***e you requested for. She's waiting for you in the sitting room," came the gruff voice of his bodyguard.

A cruel smirk spread across the CEO's face as he stood up from his large leather chair, taking the phone with him. "Good, good. I'll be down there in a minute," he replied before hanging up.

Immediately, Damon strode out of his office and made his way down the long corridor that led to the downstairs sitting room.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs. The scent of perfume and cigarettes wafted towards him, causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He pushed open the door to the sitting room and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, with only the flickering flames of the fireplace illuminating the surroundings. Sitting on the plush sofa was a woman, scantily clad in a short skirt with a low-cut top that left little to the imagination. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves and her heavily made-up eyes were fixed on Damon as he approached her.

"Well…," Damon said, looking at her from her head down to her toes over and over again.

The woman stood up, her stilettos clicking against the tile floor. "Good evening sir," she said, her voice slurring slightly from the drink she had clearly indulged in.

Without warning, Damon grabbed the woman by the waist and pulled her towards him, their faces only inches apart. Her breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, but Damon didn't care; he was too fixated on the curves of her body and the anticipation of what was to come.

Her lips were about smashing on his lips in a rough, lustful kiss but he pushed aside her mouth. He could not imagine kissing the mouth of a w***e as his hands roamed up and down her back, her hands grabbing at his shirt.

Next was, he found himself sexually biting the side of her neck in pleasure and it ended abruptly as Damon pushed the woman onto the sofa.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice cold and demanding.

Without hesitation, the woman slipped off her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Her skirt was next to go, revealing a matching set of panties that left little to the imagination.

Damon's eyes roamed greedily over her body, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Very nice," he murmured, stepping towards her once again.

What followed was a scene of lust and carnality. The woman followed Damon's lead, eager to please him in any way she could. Her undies were shed and tossed carelessly to the floor as the two writhed together in a frenzy of desire.

Damon didn't pull off his shirt or trousers. His clothes were still intact. A w***e can't see his nakedness. That's his rule.

He immediately pulled out his already hard d**k and without any foreplay, he made her bend, giving him a doggy style and the moment she positioned, he forcefully pushed in his d**k. She held onto the couch as a loud soft moan left her mouth and sweet enough, she was already dripping wet.

As he f**ked her, his finger found its way down there. Fingering and f**king her at the same time. All she could do was moan, moan and moan while her grip on the couch tightened. She couldn't romance or touch his body because it was prohibited. Anderson had told her earlier about Damon's rules and not reciprocating his touch was one of his rules.

Suddenly, he stopped. He sat on the couch and then held her by the neck, dragging her head towards his c*ck which signified he wanted her to give him a head.

She knelt down, facing Damon's c**k, she held it and placed the tip of her tongue on the tip of his c*ck and Damon groaned, feeling every bit of it.

In the next second, she used her tongue to rub all over his c*ck, spitting on it and caressing it and in no time, she pushed his little monster into her mouth, sucking and licking it like she was licking her favorite ice cream flavor from a cup.

Damon could not help it. He held her tightly and pushed it down so his little monster would go deeper into her throat, causing her to retch.

He started to f*ck her mouth while she continued to make retching sounds and after a few minutes, he stood up from the couch and also made her stand.

He lifted her up and leaned her on the wall and her legs weren't touching the floor as he began f*cking her hardly while she screamed in a painful pleasure because she felt his huge and long c*ck hit her womb.

He increased his pace and after a few minutes of about 20 minutes, he ejaculated on the floor as she fell to the ground, panting heavily with tears dropping from the two corner sides of her eyes.

Finally spent, Damon collapsed onto the couch feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him.

A strange feeling started to nag at him. He suddenly felt like he was surrounded by a cloud of emptiness and guilt.

As the woman dressed, her back turned to him, Damon turned to his phone and called for Anderson once again. "Take her away, dispose of her as usual and clean the mess in the sitting room," he said.

It was a scene that had played out countless times in his life. A meaningless encounter with women whose name he cared less to know, soon to be replaced by another. But deep down, Damon knew that he won't be changing anytime soon and that the void he felt inside would only continue to grow.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside and walked into his room to freshen up and to have a goodnight rest.