Day 1: Own Me [2]

"Are you sure?"

Damian's voice sounded unsure and worried. His eyes were glued on me as I comfortably sprawled my body on the bed. With contemplation, he guided me to get up from laying down and then sit me nicely on the edge of the bed.

He claimed the spot next to me and said, "you shouldn't say words you never meant."

I heaved a deep sigh as I cupped my cheeks and gently tapped them twice. Trying to pull myself together for a sensible conversation with Damian.

Meanwhile, the lad released a soft chuckle while watching me. Morning closer inch by inch until our shoulders were touching. He carefully placed his hands on my shoulder and made me look at him. There was a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"I want to hear that again but with full sincerity," he said while keeping our eye contact. His thumbs stroking my shoulder blades reassuringly, "say it as you mean it," he added.

Unknowingly, my head nodded on its own. My eyes can't see anything but the blue shade of the pair he has. It was almost hypnotic in any way possible until I blinked.

Lincoln once again flashed through my vision. The way he looked while crawling on top of me. And how his fingers made wonders on my body.

Dazed, I suddenly got up from sitting on the bed. I found myself staring at the wall clock to check the time. When I saw that it was only 3 in the afternoon, I felt the feeling of relief rushing through my veins. It abled me to breathe properly.

"What's the matter?" Damian asked.

For a second, I forgot that I was inside his room. When I turned around to face him I saw that he too was already on his feet. His eyebrows furrowed and his forehead creased while looking at me.

"Oh, I thought it was already evening." I slowly walked over to the couch and slammed myself on it. Taking off my heels was killing me in so many ways.

"Dinner date with Lincoln?" Damian chimed out and started to walk closer to my place. Stopping his feet when finally standing right beside where I'm sitting.

I placed my hands on my lap as he sat beside me. His fingers undid the first two buttons of his polo. Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows while I slipped my shoes off of my feet.

Turning my head on him, I was ready to tell him the things that have been going through my mind since this morning when he suddenly picked me up and settled me on his lap. In a swift move, he got me straddling his lap with my hands tightly gripping his shoulders.

The skirt of my dress was riding up my thighs as my legs got spread out. My eyes were wide open. Looking at him as he placed a hand on my hips and the other one on my lower back. His head resting on the backrest of the couch, the top part, guiding me to slouch down and near my face to his.

Damian nudged the tip of my nose with his lips, giving it a peck before lowering his head down to my neck. His warm breath that was hitting my skin made me instinctively tilt my head to the opposite side of where his face at to give him more space.

His lips brushed my skin as gentle as he could be and by the next second, I felt his fingers unzipping my dress from the back. The cold pads of his fingers went over the warmness of my back. When I threw my head back at the sudden tickle of his little ministrations, he took it as an opportunity to drag his tongue down to my chest.

Damian was carefully pulling down the straps of my dress before he unhooked my brassiere. My boobs made a small jiggle as they got freed from the underclothing.

My subconscious kept telling me to stop and get up but my body refused to move. Instead of backing away from Damian, I gradually rolled my hips. I'm not that ignorant and I know how grinding works so I went straight ahead on it. Moving my hips back and forth, my crotch rubbing with his bulge until I can feel him slowly grow hard.

With a groan, his hand moves in haste. My dress got pulled upwards, arms raised in the air to make it easier, then finally off of my body alongside my brassiere. Now my upper half was bare for him to see.

Unlikely Lincoln, I can feel no shame in front of Damian. Even though he suddenly cupped me in my undies and started tracing my clit through the thin fabric, I kept my eyes on him. Looking back at me as he put his hand inside my undies teasingly and then pulled it out right away.

Both of his hands reached down then I heard a tearing sound. When I looked at myself I saw my underwear got ripped in half, leaving me completely naked on his lap.

Damian rubbed his thumb on my lower lip before dragging it down, his blue eyes starting to get dark.

"Suck," he demanded as he gently nudge two fingers on my lips. And I, being a little too caught at the situation, parted my lips open and let him surge his fingers in. He pressed them against my tongue. Making sure it got coated up with my saliva before pulling it out of my mouth.

The next thing he did took me by surprise. He suddenly buried the fingers he shoved on my right inside of my moist core. Wriggling it around and intentionally rubbed the heel of his palm on my clit to add up the pleasure that he was trying to give me.

And he never failed.

As his fingers scraped my spongy walls, my own body betrayed me. Hips moving back and forth to grind my slowly starting to get pooled wetness on his hand while his fingers were up inside my hole.

His free hand found my hips and motioned me to grind harder and fast, moving his fingers slowly inside me. "Doll," Damian whispered in a breathy tone while watching me ride his hand.

There was a smug smirk on his face as he looked at me. Pushing his fingers further in to reach deeper inside me. I squealed, hands clutching onto his shoulders as my eyelids went heavy until I finally shut them close.

"You'll be mine."