Page 27 of Cut Me Down

“Is this soon enough?” I hear him say in my ear, that same deep, growling voice from this evening. Slight relief washes over me as fear and excitement shake its way down my spine. Arousal even, no matter how much my mind is trying to silence it.

“Damien.” I say through my barely quivering lips.

“You're able to recognize me so easily. Have you been thinking about me?” He lowers his mouth to the shell of my ear.

“Damien, I don’t…” He gently and quietly shushes me.

“Don’t worry, little wolf. The only pain I'll bring you, is the pain you beg me for.” I feel the trembles from my core ignite the heat between my legs as his warm breath caresses my ear.

“You know…any normal, sane woman would be terrified right now…” I say as I lean against him gently. My body greedily seeking out his warmth and touch.

“But you're not any woman, and as I feel you tremble, I know it’s not from fear.” His grip on my waist loosens only for him to slide his hands to my hips and grip them again.

“If Serena sees you, she’ll kill you.” I warn as I turn my head slightly in his direction.

“She can certainly try, but nothing is going to tear me from you.” I feel his words trickle down from my ear through my throat and spine.

“I’m drunk...” I say more so to myself as I try to justify these unfamiliar feelings and actions.

“You're not that drunk.” He slowly runs his right arm over my bare stomach, traveling a little lower with each pass. Only a hot, tingling sensation drags from his touch. “Do you want me to stop?” I ponder that past the heartbeat in my throat. His touch is electrifying. I can feel the invisible paths he creates with his fingers as the imaginary trails crawl down my body and in between my legs.

“No…” I say, barely a whisper.

“Good.” He sharply says. “I can feel how your body is screaming for me. I’m not sure I could stop. Even if you had asked.” He flattens his hand as he gently continues to caress me. “After tonight, you are mine, Ashia. I am the only one who gets to touch you, claim you. Own you, and you'll be begging me for more by morning.” I draw his words in with a deep breath as my body strains, and I feel the arousal start to pool between my thighs.

How is he pulling this reaction from me? Another man tries to touch me, and I’m instantly revolted. Damien touches me and I’m instantly a limp noodle. I should be running and screaming right now. Telling anyone who will listen that I have a stalker, and he found me. I don’t know what his plans for me are, or how violent he can be. Would he hurt me? Take me from my familiar life? Would he hurt Serena?

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, baby. You are more of a danger to me, than I am to you.” He says in a low, husky voice. One that drips with seduction. How did he know what I was thinking? He couldn’t possibly know me so well. What does he mean that I’m more of a danger to him? Surely he couldn’t think that I would be able to overpower such a strong and forceful man like himself.

Suddenly, he moves his right hand back down and into the front of my pants, and quickly finds my swollen, pulsing clit. My body instantly tensing with euphoric feeling. He gently starts massaging me, tracing gentle, tight circles around my aching bead, and I'm too entranced to speak. All that manages to escape my now lonely lips is a small whimper. The pull in my stomach returns and intensifies as my body bends to his will. Much quicker than my head. I hear his growling moan in my ear.

“Fuck, you're so wet for me. I have no problem showing everyone in this bar that your pussy, and every other inch of you belongs to me.” My breath hitches to his possessive words, but I find that it’s not out of nervousness, its anticipation. The rumble deep in my body builds more and more with every stroke of his fingers. “I'm being discreet, trying to respect your boundaries like any good man would do, but if you draw too much attention to us, I'll bend you over this bar and fuck you right now. Understand?” I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, so I use it to signal to him that I happily understand. I had completely forgotten the room full of hundreds of drunk people. What if they notice? What if they watch him ravage me like this? I’ve never found that hot before. Why is that making me even more wet? “You use your words, little wolf.”

Oh my God, that’s why…

“Yes…” I groan as the next song begins to play, and I secretly beg whatever God is out there that it’s loud and heavy enough to mask what is happening right now. The heavy thumping in my ear matches the pulsing from my clit, and it’s hitting the right parts of my depraved body. Why the fuck did that just come out of my mouth? He’s asserting dominance, and I’m surprised by myself that I’m actually enjoying it. I’m finding a lot out about myself this evening, and a part of me can’t help but wonder if it’s ME or if it’s becausehe’sthe one doing it to me.

I feel the pulsating from the heavy music fuel my want for him as I feel the sensation from my vagina pull and tug at my gut. It’s dangerous enough to get caught doing this here, but exciting enough to keep going. I can’t help but notice how while he’s touching me in such an erotic manner, his body is still encasing me. Shielding me from any prying eyes, and he’s holding me so close to the bar top that nobody next to or in front of us is any the wiser to what is happening.

For some reason, when he walked in today it was like I knew this man would never physically hurt me. Emotionally? Most definitely. I’ve been fantasizing about this man for weeks now, and my mind never raced to violence. For the first time in years, I didn’t have the sick feeling that someone was out to mutilate me. Ever since those icy blue eyes stared at me from the other side of the window. It was as if at that moment, I had sold my soul to something ominous. I'm not sure I could ever give my heart to someone again, but he sure as fuck can use my body.

He lays his left, toned, veiny, tattooed arm on the bar, getting the bartender’s attention. Immediately making my mouth water. His thumb replaces his fingers, and continues to massage and encircle my clit, as he penetrates me with one of his fingers. The thick extremity sliding in easily from how wet I am. The action immediately sends a jolt of searing electricity through my body, and I find myself clenching around it, gently thrusting back into his hand, begging him for more.

“I'll take a single malt whiskey, and then whatever she’s been ordering, it’s on me.” She nods at him, and as soon as she turns away, I try to fling my head back onto his shoulder to allow the pleasure to make its way through my entire body, but I'm jolted back up by him sticking a second finger in, and his left hand returning to my bare stomach. He curls his fingers in just the right spot, making another moan slip from my lips. I hope he doesn’t feel the muscles in my stomach already begin to tense to his touch, but I know he feels my pussy clench around his fingers and my knees begin to tremble with the build of the impending orgasm.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you to little wolf, and remember to keep your eyes forward, unless you want me to fuck you on this bar top.” All I can do is nod and try to contain my heavy breathing. I fight through the urge and keep my head straight, determined not allow the latter to happen. With how possessive he seems to be so far, I doubt he’d actually fuck me in front of all of these people. But, I have been wrong before. “That’s my good girl.” Those words slip from his soft lips like a prayer.

That certainly didn’t help my impending demise. I didn’t know I like being talked to like that until now. His deep voice travels, vibrating every nerve from my ears to my stomach. He picks up his discreet speed, and I feel the pressure building more and more, until the coil deep within me is uncomfortable. My legs are trembling so badly I’m not sure how I’m still standing, and I know I won’t be able to contain it much longer.

“Damien…” I practically beg. He lets out a low sound, almost a growl, in my ear again as I moan his name, and he then sticks a third finger inside me and creates more pressure on my clit. I'm going to fucking explode. My body cramps with slight pain as I try my hardest to keep it in, but I can’t. “Oh, God…”

“Come for me, baby girl.” That’s all I needed to hear to detonate. I let go of the bar top, and grab onto his hand on my stomach to steady myself as my pussy tightens around his fingers. I explode all over his right hand, being sure to keep my head straight. Fighting whatever demons necessary to not drop my jaw and scream out into this room full of people. My pussy throbs as he continues to move in and out, and I close my eyes to keep the sight of them rolling back from any possible lingering gazes.

My grip on his arm and hand is suffocating as he slides his hand free of me. Spreading my arousal around my slits before retreating fully. I look over and up to see his eyes, his pupils are blown, and the hungry stare is enough to both make me cower and turn me on again. His jaw tightens on his handsome face as he grits his teeth and grins. Then, in a seductive gesture, he gently runs his finger over his bottom lip and sticks his tongue out to taste me. His eye practically roll.

“Fuck, you taste like sugar and divinity. Better than the finest wine in Olympus.” His left hand tightens his grip around me, pulling me back and even closer to him. I whimper as I press myself back. Dying to feel his warmth and comfort against me as I graze his enlarged, humongous erection through his jeans on my back. The heat between my legs returns, racing through my blood stream. “You did so good for me.” He presses his head gently against mine, and for some stupid fucking reason, I can’t help but nudge playfully back..God please come back to my apartment…“I have some business to take care of, but I'll be seeing you later.”

The bartender slides us our drinks, and he sticks two fingers, on his right hand, into his whiskey and stirs it before taking a large swig. Swirling my arousal in his drink to savor it. He then hands me my drinks, puts my phone in my pocket, and turns me around to face him. I almost fall my legs are so shaky, and looking up to him now steals my breath away. As if I approached a demon as a willing sacrifice.

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