THIRTY

SELENA

As he blew air onto my pulsing bud, I felt a small shiver run down my spine. I found that I was about to delve into the effect of his touch when I quickly caught myself and grabbed a handful of his hair.

I watched his forehead fold into a frown as our eyes met in the slight darkness that hovered around us.

His touch that rested against my waist made me release a low sigh of delight. His warm hands made my skin feel like a rare treasure. The way he carefully held me, the way his fingers didn't stop planting slight caresses over my waist, made my entire body feel wanted.

He indeed made me feel like a rare treasure.

But, I had an intention. I didn't want to succumb to his touch like I did last time.

I want to be in charge. I want to tell him what to do to me. Every plan he might have, I have the strong desire to trample on it and make him do my bidding.

I do not want him to control me with his touch. Nobody gets to control me.

Nobody.

Not even the man that I want.

Damon on his knees, one of my legs resting on his shoulder, my eyes looking down at him... I took in the unexpected posture we had found ourselves and I wore a satisfactory smile.

As I tugged at his hair, I said, "You'll only do what I ask you to do." Damon didn't reply. I could see that he found my actions a bit annoying, but surprisingly, he didn't complain. He didn't budge or get angry. So, I continued my talk. With my voice almost whispering, I said, "Damon Jones, I want your lips on my pussy."

I won't lie, it was odd to hear such words come out from my mouth. But it soon sounded right.

That must be because I wanted it. I wanted to feel his delicious lips probing my vagina once again. While his tongue would insanely lick me, our intense contact would make my legs shiver and it would make my pupils dilate greatly.

Still, surprisingly, Damon didn't say anything. He just stared at me with his youthful eyes which always complemented his handsome face. Those eyes looked so much better in the low lights and I found myself wearing a smirk as he blinked gently, still not saying a word.

With a single push, I swiftly dragged his head toward my exposed pussy which was waiting for his touch.

I could feel his breath against my folds and I let out a sigh as I smiled brightly.

Still looking down at Damon whose sight was now planted on my vulva, I said, "I want you to lick my pussy. Right now. Right here. And- Ah!" I cried suddenly as Damon swiftly caged my clit between his teeth.

My back arched a bit as I felt a crazy surge of pleasure shoot all over my body.

His hands now firmly planted on my buttocks, Damon began to play with my nerved bud. As he gently pressed the softness of my clit, the wetness of his tongue wagged over that clitoral region, making me feel more of that fiery pleasure.

My fingers pulled at his hair as his head bobbed rhythmically to match the motion of his lips that was planted upon my clit. While kissing sounds filled the air, he started to lick me. Then he probed and sucked and grinded.

Licking, probing, sucking, grinding...

He repeated these actions using all of his mouth. His lips kept pulling at my bud, his tongue wouldn't stop licking and my whole body felt something it had never felt before.

"Oh, Damon... P-please..." When I realized the moaned words that had come out of my mouth, I caught myself. I didn't want to give in to him.

I have to be in charge.

As his head danced erotically, his fingers dug into the softness of my buttocks. Then, he squeezed my butt gently as his lips traveled down to my vagina. Quickly, his tongue found its way into my hole and it began to circle its wetness over mine.

I could feel my incessant release smearing my pussy lips as his hot tongue kept penetrating my hole which was now throbbing crazily.

My lips began to quiver gently as I relished the entire moment. The way his masculine hands honked my butt, the way his tongue swirled over my vagina, the crazy heat I could feel all over my body as sweat formed on my forehead... I could feel it all.

And, I could feel that tiny explosion I felt the other day.

I had one other intention.

To feel more of that sensual blast.

As I ran my free hand through my hair, I felt Damon raise my other leg.

"Did I ask you to do that?" I sternly asked him as I felt my weight rest upon his shoulders and against the wall. "You shouldn't-"

"Shh..." He hushed me.

His lips were decorated with shimmering liquid as he looked up at me.

I was still determined to reprimand him. "I told you to do only what I asked you to do. Don't touch me if I didn't tell you to."

"Or what?" The look he always had in his eyes each time he dared me returned. "Hmm?" Swiftly, he ran his tongue along my pussy.

As I felt my legs shake a bit, I held onto his shoulder. "Don't-"

"Don't what?" Two of his fingers rubbed over his lips, cleaning off the mess on them. Then, while our eyes stayed connected, he directed those fingers toward my vagina and had my lips gasping slightly when he gently slid them into my hole.

"Damon!" I screamed as he leaned toward my pussy and rubbed his tongue over my clit once again. My hips jerked in reaction and I felt my feet curl even though they were still confined in my shoes.

As I felt the night breeze against my pussy, I began to feel that intense heat again as Damon continued playing with my clit while his fingers went in and out of my vagina with calculated movements.

It was just so crazy. I could feel my entire body move violently in response to his touch. The rush I felt within me was enough to tell me that an orgasm was approaching.

As I realized that I failed to be in control in the end, I eventually gave in. What control can I possibly have in a situation where my whole body is on fire?

As I dug my palms into Damon's shoulders, I shifted my hips toward his lips. I moved accordingly to accommodate his fingers which were doing a great job of fulfilling my desire.

I could already feel that incoming orgasm when Damon peeled his lips off my clit.

While he continued to move his wet fingers further and further into my tightness, he looked up at me and said, "Help me avenge my brother's death."

"Uh?" Why was he bringing that up at that moment?

"I want to make them pay." His thumb pressed against my clitoris and I released a loud moan. "Those that killed my brother must pay." He didn't stop penetrating my vagina as he talked.

While I still failed to understand why he would pick that moment to discuss such a topic, I had no desire to deny him what he wanted. So, as I threw my head back, I said, "I will... I will help you. Just- Oh my! Fuck!"

I couldn't say anymore as I felt that big orgasm. It was intense. It made my body shiver violently.

As I released a substantial amount of cum, Damon stared at my pussy.

And, while I pulled at my hair so I could survive the great pleasure running through my body, we stayed in that position for a long while.

~

About four hours later, we were back at the mansion with our gold consignment and prisoners.

After the new additions were directed to the building behind the mansion, Damon, Lucius, and I walked into the mansion. Damon had decided to spend the night in the mansion since the country's curfew was already active.

I didn't argue with his decision. No, I was pleased.

Maybe we would get to continue the moment we shared earlier.

Before his lips ended up against my vagina, Damon had said he couldn't stop thinking about our first time.

Neither could I.

And, now that we have had a second time, I want even more.

As we entered the large space on the ground floor, we were greeted by armed men who filled a great portion of the area.

A frown was on my face as I tried to decipher what was going on. I didn't recall asking for more guards, so I found the sight strange.

Well... It wasn't strange anymore when a tall man approached us.

His hair which was dyed blonde showed signs of recession. He was dressed in a two-piece flowery beach wear and that attire exposed the lengthy tattoos that covered his arms.

While his sturdy steps approached us, I noted how the look in his eyes was still ghost-like. And, as an indication that he was indeed still the same man, his face looked dangerously pale. So much that one might think he was a vampire.

"Father," I uttered loudly as he halted his steps in front of me. I have always hated the fact that my father was taller than me. Well, there are other things I hate about my father, but the height difference has always made me feel like he could easily trample me.

His eyes which wore contact lenses with pink irises were taken off me. The tall man with a deadly aura following his presence soon faced Damon, his gaze really sharp.

"Father, don't-" He shut me up with a quick wave of his left hand. As my lips moved impatiently, I watched as my father glared at Damon.

"You..." His voice communicated his tricky personality. His voice was deep, somewhat sensual yet dangerous. That voice managed to ruin many men, women, and their numerous businesses.

While I wondered what my father wanted to ask Damon, I shared a look with Lucius who barely showed a reaction on his faceaface he shrugged.

"Who are you? And, what are you doing in this place?" My father's eerie voice asked.