The Maid's Deception-Chapter 22 - 21: Trust and Surrender

Damien’s kiss was different this time.

Slower. Deeper. Like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it to unravel her.

His hands slid down her sides, fingertips tracing the lace edges of the bra, learning the shape of her through the delicate fabric he’d chosen for her. Every touch was deliberate, purposeful, designed to make her hyperaware of her own body.

When he finally pulled back, Aria was breathing hard, her lips swollen, her skin flushed.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing her jaw. "Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about this? About you? About having you exactly like this wearing what I bought you, standing in my study, completely mine."

"I’m not..."

"Yes, you are." His hand slid to the back of her neck, firm and possessive. "You became mine the moment you put on this lingerie. The moment you walked through that door."

He was right. She had made that choice. Had put on the lingerie knowing what it meant, knowing what he’d take it as.

Surrender.

"Tonight," Damien said, guiding her backward toward the leather sofa, "I’m going to teach you what your body is capable of. What pleasure really feels like when you stop trying to control it. When you trust someone else to take you there."

"I don’t know if I can..."

"You can. You will." He sat down on the sofa, pulling her to stand between his spread legs just like last night. "Because I’m not going to give you a choice Serah. I’m going to touch you until thinking becomes impossible. Until the only thing you can do is feel."

His hands moved to her hips, thumbs brushing the lace edge of the panties. "These are going to come off. Not yet, but soon. And when they do, I’m going to touch you properly. No barriers. No clothes between my hands and your skin. Just you, bare and desperate and begging me for more."

The explicit words sent heat flooding through her body, settling low in her belly.

"But first," Damien continued, his hands sliding around to cup her ass through the lace, "I want to see how responsive you are. Want to find out exactly what makes you fall apart."

He pulled her forward, positioning her to straddle his lap. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her through his pants and the thin lace, and the sensation made her gasp.

"Feel that?" His hands held her hips, pressing her more firmly against him. "That’s what you do to me. Just looking at you. Just touching you. Knowing that no one else has ever had you like this. That I’m the first. The only."

"Damien..."

"Rock your hips." It was a command, not a suggestion. "I want to see you take pleasure. Want to watch you learn how good this can feel."

Aria’s face burned with embarrassment. "I don’t know how..."

"Yes, you do. Your body knows. Stop thinking and let it guide you." His hands on her hips showed her the motion, slow and deliberate, creating friction that made her breath catch. "Just like that. Perfect."

The sensation was overwhelming...the hard length of him pressing exactly where she needed it, the lace creating delicious friction, his hands controlling the rhythm while his eyes watched her face with an intensity that made her feel exposed in ways that had nothing to do with the lingerie.

"Don’t look away," Damien commanded when she tried to close her eyes. "I want to see everything. Every expression. Every moment of pleasure. Watch me watching you."

It was too intimate. Too intense. But she couldn’t look away from those gray eyes that seemed to see straight through her.

"That’s it," he encouraged as her breathing quickened. "You’re getting close already. So responsive. So perfect for me."

His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the lace. "Next time I’m going to have you naked. Going to see these without anything in the way. Going to taste every inch of your skin."

The promise in his voice pushed her closer to that edge she’d discovered last night.

"But tonight," Damien continued, one hand moving to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric, "tonight is about this. About teaching you that pleasure doesn’t have to be scary. That surrendering control can feel better than anything you’ve ever experienced."

He pinched her nipple gently, and the sensation combined with the friction between her legs sent her spiraling.

"Come for me," Damien commanded. "Right now. Show me how good this feels."

And she did. The orgasm crashed over her, somehow even more intense than last night. Her body convulsed, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure rolled through her in waves.

Damien held her through it, his hands firm on her body, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Beautiful," he murmured when she finally came back to herself. "Absolutely fucking beautiful. And that was just from a little friction. You haven’t even felt my hands on you yet. Haven’t experienced what I can really do to you."

Aria collapsed against his chest, her body still trembling. "I can’t...that was.."

"That was nothing." His hand stroked her hair gently, a contrast to the dominance of moments before. "When I actually touch you, when I put my mouth on you, when I make you come with my tongue...you’re going to lose your mind."