The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 151

"I feel like we need to save Gemma out of whatever insanity this is." She sat up, trying to escape Damon’s punishment.

He wasn’t having it. He pinned her down with her hands above her head and ran his fingers down her neck. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Later. I’m going to fuck the brains out of you for that inappropriate comment."

He caressed her skin in gentle, enticing strokes that made her breath quicken. His eyes were locked on hers as he cupped her boob over her clothes and squeezed gently.

"Damon," She cried out. As if he could read exactly what she wanted from her moan, he unbuttoned her blouse and dug a hand into her bra. She writhed in pleasure as he stroked her nipple and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. Then he lowered his head and took the hard nipple in his mouth, using his hand to free the other out of her bra.

She was already soaking wet and he had not touched any part of her aside from her boobs. She wanted him to stroke her whole body. She ached for his touch and she knew he knew this. Maybe this was his punishment–to drive her crazy with desire.

He undid her bra and finally had it completely out of the way, and let go of the nipple in his mouth, leaving a waft of cold air in his wake. She tried to free her hands from his grasp in vain and gave up after the third try. He knew how badly she wanted to touch him and wasn’t going to let her.

He took his time pleasuring her boobs one at a time, bringing her dangerously close to the edge without even touching any other part of her. When he kissed her, he took his time tasting her lips. His lips were soft yet firm against hers, his tongue gentle as it pried her mouth open and explored it.

She was out of breath when he broke the kiss, but he didn’t give her the chance to say a word before he kissed the pulse point below her ear. Her words morphed into a moan instead. The man was hell set on driving her crazy. He teased every inch of her body, setting her ablaze yet not touching the part of her that craved for him the most.

He peeled himself off her body and the cold air replacing his hot body was not welcome.

"Where are you going?" She asked in protest.

"I want to borrow something from you." He slid off the bed and picked up the scarf he had noticed on her dresser earlier. When he came back with it, she thought he was going to blindfold her, but he had something else in mind.

He adjusted her so she was close enough to one of the posters of the bed, then he tied her wrists together and secured them to the poster. Now he could use both hands to drive her crazy with lust—and he did. He undressed her sensually slow, letting his hands graze her skin with every move, but kept her panties on.

"Damon..." She drawled, her voice a mixture of desire and frustration. "I’m fucking aching for you."

He hovered over her and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. "You keep that beautiful mouth shut or I’ll fill it."

Her jaw dropped and she wasn’t sure whether or not to do as he said. Maybe she did want him to fill it. But she wanted him somewhere else even more. She bucked her hips as he teased and kissed her torso, his fingers grazing the sides of her thighs at the same time.

He spent much longer gazing down at her stomach. She knew what he was tninking without needing him to say it out aloud. He was already hard and straining against his pants but the thought of her being pregnant was making him even harder. His cock was pressed against her leg, so hard she thought he might tear through his pants.

He kissed her stomach and finally, while lifting his eyes to meet her gaze, peeled her panties off.

She lifted her hips for him to easily take them off and fought the urge to press her thighs together. He was staring down at her most intimate part with a heated gaze, like he was starving and she was the most precious meal.

He held her thighs and parted them, finally lowering his head to have a taste of her. She squirmed when his tongue swiped through her wetness, licking at her clit gently. What started off as him teasing her quickly morphed into him shoving her legs farther apart and ravaging her like a hungry beast.

She battled the restraint on her wrists in vain and resigned to savoring the feeling of him between her legs. He was thrusting his finger inside her, first one then two, while his tongue rubbed at her most sensitive spot.

"Oh!" She cried out, feeling her insides clench. He sped up, chasing her orgasm and groaning in pleasure as she squirmed under his touch. She grabbed onto the poster and screamed his name as her climax crashed down on her, and he lapped up the last of it.

She was worn out from her climax but when he straightened up, she realized not a single strand of his hair was out of place. They were opposites of each other. Her a naked, disheveled mess, and him perfect put together aside from the raging bulge in his pants. He was just getting started.

"Let me take care of you." She liked her lips as she stared at it.

"Oh, you will." He grinned with a hint of mischief.

He untied her hands but before she could touch him like she wanted to, he peeled her hands off him. "Touch yourself."

She stared at him for moments, having heard the words but not making sense of them.

"Go on." He demanded. She didn’t hesitate. The memory of how he had pleasured her was still fresh on her mind and she did her best to replicate it.

She stroked her boobs and pinched her nipples, imagining her hands were his. She gasped softly at how sensitive they felt.

He ran the silk scarf up her leg and she stopped, the sensation overwhelming.

"Keep going." He ordered. She tried to focus on touching her body instead of what he was doing, which was nearly impossible with how aroused he was making her feel. She didn’t think it wss possible to be this aroused when she had climaxed barely a minute ago.

He hovered over her with the scarf in hand and instead of tying her hands up like she thought he would, he blindfolded her.

"Don’t stop." He warned.

She parted her legs and rubbed circles around her sensitive clit. Her senses had been heightened now that she couldn’t see. She didn’t know where he was or what he was planning to do next but she could feel his fiery gaze on her.

She thrust a finger into herself and arched her back in pleasure. It was different from having his fingers inside her but knowing that he was watching her do it was nearly enough to make her climax again.

She could feel it building up, it wouldn’t take much longer. The thought was yet to completely form on her mind when she felt the mattress sink and his skin brushed against her leg.

"Damon, please." She pleaded.

The sound of a zipper opening was like an aphrodisiac. She parted her legs as far as they could go, one of them dangling over the edge of the bed. After what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds, she felt his hands on her hips, holding her in place. Then he pushed so hard into her that it knocked the air out of her lungs.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. Her body had a rhythm of its own and it complimented his. He knew exactly how she wanted it, even better than she did, and he fucked her deep and hard like he was on a mission to make her forget everything but his name.

He came deep inside her, and the feeling of his hot seed inside her tipped her over the edge again. She clenched around his cock, digging her nails into his back as he pulsed inside her.

She couldn’t move an inch by the time he got out of bed and brought a warm, wet towel to clean them up. He must have insane stamina to be able to stand, let alone move around, after that kind of orgasm.

He nudged her body around and cleaned her up and she lazily enjoyed it, nearly forgetting that he was supposedly punishing her until he brought it up.

This was punishment? Her eyes widened. If this was what it was like to be punished by him, she would make it her business to piss him off every day. Sure, her body felt like a load of bricks, but still.

He disappeared into the bathroom with the towel and returned to bed, finally sliding in behind her and pulling her into his arms.

"What was that you were saying about Gemma?" He asked.

"Who is Gemma?" She laughed. While she was exaggerating it, she certainly couldn’t come up with a thought that made sense, let alone talk about such serious matters. He had meant it when he said he would fuck the brains out of her.