Surrender Under His Command

hell's bells

Jessa could scarcely believe that she’d just come, rather loudly, in Damien’s backyard. She’d been faking her orgasms with Victor long before she’d left him and had fully thought she’d have to do the same tonight. Instead, she’d experienced a truly mind-blowing orgasm.

Damien held her tighter as he climbed the stairs. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.

“Okay, baby?”

She nodded, snuggling her face against his bare chest. He’d wrapped her up in a thick, fluffy towel before drying himself off. Then he’d swept her up in his arms and carried her inside. When they got to the top of the staircase he pushed open some large double doors and walked into the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen. A bed so huge it had to be custom-made was against the far wall with floor to ceiling windows bracketing it.

Masculine furniture was artfully placed around the room, and there was an enormous fireplace that had a long sofa sitting in front of it.

“This is amazing.”

Damien glanced around. “Yes, I suppose it is.” He walked across the room, stepping into a big bathroom. Setting her down, he leaned into a shower that could easily fit four people and turned the water on.

“I’d run a bath,” he said as she glanced over at the sunken Jacuzzi bath, “but I can’t wait that long to have you.”

Her gaze shot back to him, or more specifically, to where his impressive erection pressed heavily against his wet boxers.

Jessa swallowed, moving toward him. “I’m sorry. I should have offered to help you with that.”

She reached out a hand to touch him, shocked when he clasped her hand, holding it away.

“Much as I long to have you touch me, and believe me I truly appreciate the thought, I think I would come in about two seconds and when I come, I intend to be inside you.”

“There’s always round two.”

His gaze lit up, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he grinned. “Oh yes, you can bet on that. However, I’m not as young as I used to be and this doesn’t bounce back as quickly as it once did.” He gestured at his erection.

“I find that hard to believe. All you have to do is issue a command and it wouldn’t dare remain limp.”

Damien chuckled then drew her against him, flinging away the towel.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he murmured.

“Even here?” she replied, slipping her hand between them to wrap around his hard c**k.

Damien groaned. Taking a step back, he turned her. “Into the shower with you,” he growled.

Jessa stepped into the enormous shower, adjusting the spray to her liking.

Damien moved in behind her, now completely naked. Jessa turned, taking him in. He had a body that simply would not quit. Wide shoulders, muscular chest, a firm six-pack and then there was his c**k.

Firm, long, thick.

She hadn’t had a lot of experience with men, but Victor certainly couldn’t live up to Damien in more ways than one.

“Like what you see, beautiful?” he asked, reaching over her to grab some body wash.

Speechless, she nodded.

Damien chuckled as he squirted some body wash onto his hand.

Lathering it up, he rubbed it over her shoulders and down each arm.

“I can wash myself,” she told him.

“I guessed that, seeing as you don’t smell,” he teased. “But I want to wash you right now. Are you really going to deny me?”

He paused, looking down at her. It would take a stronger woman than her to deny him anything. Jessa shook her head and he continued to soap her neck down to her breasts. Swirling the suds around them, he took great care to wash every inch, particularly her n*****s which he massaged, lightly pinching until Jessa was swaying in pleasure, barely able to breathe.

Cupping them, he ran his thumbs over her n*****s while staring down at her.

“Your breasts are very sensitive.”

She nodded, even though it wasn’t a question. “They’re too small,” she said.

“Too small? I think not. They’re perfect.”

Damien moved his hands down her stomach. She only had the slightest pouch there, nothing too noticeable, but she still tensed slightly as Damien knelt and placed a kiss on her stomach. But he never said anything, just continued to wash her, parting her legs so he could clean her intimately.

Jessa blushed, her whole face on fire as he washed her very thoroughly.

When he finally stood, she felt as though she would explode at any moment, who knew a shower could be such a turn on?

As he finished, she reached for the body wash, squirting some onto the palm of her hand.

“My turn.”

Damien bit back his smile at Jessa’s determined look. Opening out his arms, he spread himself wide.

“Do your worst, beautiful.”

Oh hell, those were famous last words, he thought minutes later. Had he known she was hell bent on torturing him, he wouldn’t have been so flippant. Her tiny hands moved over every inch of him, washing his arms, his chest, his n*****s. Then she knelt at his feet, her face inches from his hard d**k and he found himself praying that he wouldn’t come right then and there.

She moved her way slowly up his legs, and Damien bit down on his lip, every muscle in his body aching with the need to simply pick her up, slam her against the wall and drive his way inside her.

Then she grabbed his c**k.

“Jessa,” he protested.

“What?” she said with fake innocence. “I’m just washing you, like you did me.”

Cheeky little brat, when he got out of here he was going to… well, he was going to take her hard and fast, then soft and slow, then hopefully hard and fast again. She knew she was torturing him and she was loving every second if the smile on her face was any indication.

After she’d lathered up his c**k, she rinsed it off, taking care to get rid of every last soap sud.

“Right, get your ass up here,” he said, reaching down for her.

“Oh no, I don’t think so,” she murmured. Grasping the base of his c**k, she took the head into her mouth, sucking him in.

Dear Lord. Damien leaned back against the shower, his legs suddenly weak, knowing he’d lost this battle.

If she was his sub, he’d spank her ass bright red for this bit of disobedience.

But she’s not my sub.

Could she be? He wondered how she’d take being placed over his knee.

Well, he supposed there was one way to find out.

Later. Much later.

All thoughts swept from his mind as she lapped at the head of his d**k, digging her little tongue into the slit. His balls tightened, a fiery need building, mounting as she sucked his shaft into the silken sheath of her mouth.

Damien resisted the urge to wrap his hands in her hair and take control.

Instead he closed his eyes and tried desperately to find some of the control he prided himself on.

“Hell’s bells,” he muttered as she pumped the base of his c**k with her hand in time with the sucking of her mouth. “I’m going to come, beautiful. If you want to pull back, do it now.”

Jessa tightened her hold, upping her speed and Damien let himself loose.

He came in her mouth in large spurts, his whole body shaking as he lost himself to the pleasure of her touch