The Maid's Deception-Chapter 26 - 25: Worship

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For a long moment, Damien just looked at her. His eyes traveled over her body slowly, deliberately, taking in every detail as if committing her to memory. The weight of his gaze was almost tangible, making her hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" His voice was rough with desire. "Kneeling there, wearing my marks, completely bare for me. You look like every fantasy I’ve ever had."

His hand in her hair tightened slightly, controlling without hurting. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"But tonight isn’t about me taking. Tonight is about me giving. About showing you what it feels like when someone worships your body the way it deserves."

He stood, pulling her up with him, and guided her toward the sofa. But instead of positioning her on it, he lowered himself to his knees on the plush carpet in front of it.

"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the sofa edge. "Right here."

Aria sat, confused. "I don’t understand...."

"You will." Damien’s hands went to her knees, spreading them apart. "I told you I was going to taste you tonight. That I was going to make you come with my mouth. Did you think I was joking?"

Her breath caught as understanding dawned.

"I’ve never—no one has ever—"

"I know." His smile was dark and satisfied. "Which makes this even better. Another first that belongs to me. Another way I get to claim you."

He pulled her forward slightly, positioning her at the very edge of the sofa cushion, and pushed her thighs wider apart.

"Lean back. Relax. And don’t try to muffle your sounds this time. I want to hear everything."

"What if someone hears—"

"The study is soundproofed. And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t care." His hands slid up her inner thighs, getting closer to where she was already embarrassingly wet. "Let them hear. Let them know you’re mine."

Before she could respond, his mouth was on her inner thigh, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. Working his way higher with agonizing slowness.

Aria’s hands gripped the sofa cushions, her breath coming faster as he got closer to where she needed him most.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her skin. "And so wet already. Your body knows what’s coming. Knows what I’m about to do to you."

His breath ghosted across her most sensitive flesh, and she shivered.

"I’m going to take my time with this," Damien said, his eyes meeting hers from between her legs. "Going to learn every part of you. Figure out exactly what makes you fall apart. And you’re going to let me. Because you trust me. Because you want this. Because you’re finally ready to stop holding back."

Then his mouth was on her, and Aria’s mind went completely blank.

The sensation was overwhelming....wet heat and gentle suction and the skilled movement of his tongue exploring her most intimate places. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this, for the intensity of pleasure that radiated from where his mouth worked against her.

A sound escaped her throat....half gasp, half moan....and she felt Damien’s satisfied hum of approval vibrate against her sensitive flesh.

His hands held her thighs apart firmly as they tried to close instinctively. Keeping her open. Keeping her exposed. Keeping her completely at his mercy.

"That’s it," he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "Don’t hold back those sounds. I want to hear how good this feels."

His tongue circled her clit with perfect pressure, and Aria’s head fell back against the sofa, another moan spilling from her lips.

"Perfect," Damien praised. "You taste even better than I imagined. So sweet. So responsive."

He returned to his task with renewed focus, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on her clit. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hips buck involuntarily against his mouth.

The pleasure built with terrifying speed, different from the orgasms he’d given her before. More intense. More consuming. Like being pulled under by a current too strong to fight.

"Damien.....I can’t....it’s too much....."

"You can take it," he said against her flesh. "Your body was made for this. Made for me."

He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, and Aria’s entire world shattered.

The orgasm tore through her with a violence that stole her breath. Her body convulsed, her hands flying to his hair whether to push him away or hold him closer, she didn’t know. Pleasure crashed over her in waves so intense they bordered on painful, leaving her gasping and shaking.

Damien worked her through it, his tongue gentling but not stopping, prolonging the pleasure until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.

When she finally came back to herself, trembling and boneless, he pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh before sitting back on his heels.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice rough. "Absolutely fucking beautiful. And that was just the first one."

Aria’s eyes flew open. "First one?"

"Did you think I’d stop after one?" His smile was wicked as he stood, lifting her effortlessly and repositioning her lengthwise on the sofa. "I told you I was going to worship you tonight. That means I’m nowhere near done."