The Maid's Deception-Chapter 41 - 40: I Plan To Make You Become Addicted To Me
She shattered with a cry that echoed through the office, her body convulsing, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers. He worked her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she was gasping and trembling.
Only when the last aftershock faded did he withdraw his fingers and help her sit up.
"One," he said softly. "That’s one. Now come with me."
He helped her off the desk, steadying her when her legs nearly gave out. Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, her top half completely bare. Debauched and beautiful.
He guided her through a door at the side of his office that led to his private lounge a space most people didn’t even know existed. Luxurious and intimate, with a sitting area, a small kitchenette, and most importantly, a balcony that overlooked the city.
"Outside," he said, opening the balcony doors.
Aria’s eyes widened. "Outside? But I’m not...I don’t have...."
"Exactly." He took her hand and led her onto the balcony. The night air was cool against heated skin, and they were high enough that no one could see them, but the exposure was still there. The vulnerability.
He positioned her at the railing, her back to the view, facing the lounge.
"Hold onto the railing," he instructed.
She gripped the metal bar behind her, and he knelt in front of her, spreading her thighs with his hands.
"Location two," he murmured, and then his mouth was on her.
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ARIA’S POV
Aria couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel the wet heat of Damien’s mouth on her most sensitive flesh as cool night air brushed against her bare skin.
She was outside. Half-naked. In full view of anyone who might look up from the street below except they were too high, the darkness too complete.
But the illusion of exposure was enough to make her feel vulnerable in a way that was terrifyingly arousing.
Damien’s tongue worked expertly, alternating between long, slow strokes and focused attention on her clit. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
"Damien..." His name came out as a broken moan.
He pulled back just long enough to say, "Hold on tight. This one’s going to be intense," before returning to his task with renewed focus.
And he was right. The orgasm built faster than the first, aided by the residual sensitivity, the exposure, the absolute filthiness of what they were doing.
When it hit, her knees buckled, and only Damien’s hands on her hips kept her from collapsing. She cried out into the night, not caring who might hear, as pleasure crashed over her in devastating waves.
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DAMIEN’S POV
Damien caught Aria as her legs gave out, supporting her weight as she trembled through the aftershocks. Her taste was on his tongue, her scent surrounding him, and his control was hanging by the thinnest thread.
Two down. One more, and then he’d let her rest.
One more, and then he’d see how far he could push before she broke completely.
He carried her back inside and through his office to the large window that overlooked the main workspace below. During the day, the glass was slightly tinted but still transparent. Now, at night with the office lights on and the workspace dark, it functioned like a one-way mirror.
"Here," he said, positioning her in front of the window. "Hands on the glass."
"Damien....people can see..."
"No one’s down there. The floor is empty. But it feels like they could see, doesn’t it?" He pressed against her back, his clothed body against her naked one. "It feels like you’re on display. Like everyone could watch what I’m doing to you."
His hands slid around to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples. She gasped, her breath fogging the glass.
"Press your cheek against the window," he commanded. "Let the cool glass remind you where you are. What you’re doing."
She obeyed, turning her head so her cheek rested against the window, her hands splayed on either side of her face.
Damien stepped back just long enough to free himself from his pants. His cock was painfully hard, had been for hours, and the need to be inside her was almost overwhelming.
Not yet. Not completely. But he could give them both a taste.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick heat.
"Remember," he said, his voice strained with the effort of control, "I’m not going to fuck you. Not yet. But I’m going to give you just enough to drive us both insane."
He pushed in slowly..one inch, two inches, feeling her tight heat surrounding him. Feeling the resistance of her virginity just beyond where he stopped.
Aria cried out, her hands scrabbling against the glass. "Oh god.....Damien.....please..."
"Shh." He held himself perfectly still, buried just deep enough to torture them both. "Feel that? Feel how good it would be if I just pushed a little deeper? If I gave you what you’re begging for?"
"Yes....please...I need...."
"What do you need, Sarah?" He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in the same shallow amount. "Tell me."
"I need you to fuck me. Please. I’m ready. I want all of you. Please, Damien, please....."
The begging was music to his ears, but he forced himself to maintain control.
"No," he said firmly, even as every instinct screamed at him to take her. "Not like this. Not against a window. Not when you’re desperate and incoherent."
He pulled out completely, ignoring her sob of protest, and turned her to face him.
"But I will let you come one more time," he said. "And this time, you’re going to do it yourself." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Her eyes were glazed, tears of frustration tracking down her cheeks. "What?"
"Touch yourself. Make yourself come while I watch."
"I don’t...i don’t know...I can’t...."
"Yes, you can." He guided her hand between her thighs. "Like this. Circle your clit. Use your fingers. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone."
"But I’ve never...."
The confession made him pause. "You’ve never touched yourself?"
She shook her head, embarrassed. "Not until you. I didn’t know how. Didn’t know it could feel like that."
Fuck. She was even more innocent than he’d realized.
"Then I’ll teach you," he said, softer now. "Come here."
He sat in his desk chair and pulled her into his lap, straddling him. His cock was trapped between them, pressed against her stomach, but he ignored the aching need.
"Give me your hand."
She offered her right hand, and he guided it between her thighs.
"Feel how wet you are? That’s arousal. That’s your body telling you it wants pleasure." He pressed her fingers against her clit. "Now circle. Gentle pressure at first. That’s it. Just like that."
He watched her face as she followed his instructions, watched the moment pleasure sparked in her eyes.
"Harder now. Faster. Yes. You’re doing so well."
Her breathing quickened, her movements becoming more confident as she learned what felt good.
"Use your other hand," Damien instructed. "Push your fingers inside. Feel how ready you are."
She did, gasping as she penetrated herself, her movements becoming more frantic.
"That’s it. Fuck yourself with your fingers while you rub your clit. Make yourself come. Show me you can take your own pleasure."
Aria’s head fell back, her movements desperate now, chasing the release he’d denied her. And watching her...watching her learn her own body, watching her pleasure herself in his lap....was one of the most erotic things Damien had ever witnessed.
"I’m.....oh god....I’m going to....."
"Come for me," he commanded. "Let me see it. Let me feel it."
She came with a scream, her body convulsing in his lap, her fingers still working between her thighs as the orgasm tore through her. He held her through it, one arm around her waist, supporting her as she fell apart.
When the waves finally subsided, she collapsed against his chest, trembling and gasping.
"Three," Damien murmured into her hair. "That’s three. You did so well, Sarah. So fucking perfect."
She couldn’t respond. Could only shake in his arms as the aftershocks continued.
He carried her to the lounge’s small sofa and laid her down gently, covering her with a soft throw blanket. She was completely spent, her body boneless, her eyes already drifting closed.
"Sleep," he said, brushing hair back from her face. "You’ve earned it."
"Stay," she whispered. "Please. Just for a little while."
He shouldn’t. He had work to finish. Calls to return. A hundred things that required his attention.
But looking at her....vulnerable and trusting and so thoroughly his....he found himself settling into the chair beside the sofa.
"Just until you fall asleep," he said.
Within minutes, her breathing evened out. Asleep. Exhausted from three intense orgasms and the emotional toll of everything he was putting her through.
Damien pulled out his phone and scrolled through his messages. Several from Marcus Reynolds, his executive assistant, about the Vitalis Radix research. Several more about security protocols.
And one message that made him pause.
From an unknown number: She’s getting close. The mother’s condition is deteriorating rapidly. She’ll have to make her move soon.
Damien read the message and leaned back in his chair, watching Aria sleep.
Everything was proceeding exactly as planned. She was falling for him....he could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way she responded to his touch. Soon, she’d be desperate enough to confess. To ask for his help.
And then he’d save her mother, bind her to him completely, and ensure she never had reason to betray him again.
But watching her now....vulnerable and trusting in sleep...he felt something shift in his chest. Something that went beyond the plan. Beyond manipulation and control.
He was falling for her too. For her strength. Her desperation. Her willingness to risk everything for someone she loved.
And that made everything more complicated.
Because when she inevitably discovered that he’d known her identity all along...that every moment between them had been part of his plan....she’d hate him.
Unless he could make her understand. Make her see that despite the manipulation, despite the games, his feelings had become real.
That somewhere along the way, claiming Aria Chen had become less about control and more about actually keeping her.
Forever.
