I blinked in confusion. I couldn't believe my ears.
"Excuse me?"
Damon peered down at me, an arrogant smirk on his face. "You heard me. If you want me, use your mouth."
"But that's very time-consuming!" I protested, yet Damon remained unmoved. He merely raised an eyebrow, a wordless order for me to get to it.
I gulped, swallowing the bile in my throat. My pride wouldn't allow me to, but the churning inside my lower belly had me shivering in anticipation. Slowly, I dropped down to my knees, forced to look up at Damon as he rested his hand on the top of my head. He slid his fingers down my temple, cheeks, and eventually came to my chin, lifting it up so that my gaze was on him entirely.
"What a pretty pet," he remarked, smirking.
It quickly earned him a scowl from me, but that didn't faze him. If anything he only quirked his eyebrow and pushed my head closer to his crotch.