Chapter 82 - Reckless Seeding (1/2)

Mary's heart quickened at his hot breath tickled her ear. It was good she had already been laid down, for she was certain she'd have been unable to stand on her own. These large hands and strong fingers crawled all over her body provocatively, rendering her incapable of standing even if she wanted to.

Even so, she couldn't say it. She refused to.

”I can make you feel even better.” His thumb traced slow, excruciating circles around her flower bud. ”Let me.”

”I…” She trailed off breathlessly. Mary tried to reject him. In her mind she had a stronger will, imagining herself telling him no. Imagined pushing him away and escaping. It was useless. The words were stuck in her throat. Leaving was a distant dream.

She saw him fiddle with his belt buckle just then and moments later a thick pillar revealed itself. A bulbous head had swelled up and smile at her with an overbearing arrogance. Her face paled. The Young Master's majesty was put on full display before her.

But he didn't do anything, not yet. No, he simply continued to work at her. She could only lay there and put up a futile resistance. But no matter how long she waited, this captor of hers was too cruel. He was meticulous and patient, bringing her again and again to the very edge of orgasm before pulling her back.

The Young Master seemed to enjoy her suffering, taking a sick pleasure in constantly pushing her to her limits and then just a bit further.

She hated him. She'd been close to c.u.m.m.i.n.g dozens of times by now but he just...wouldn't...let her!

The woman thought back to the last time she'd even had an orgasm. It must've been years ago. A soldier of some sort, if she remembered right. It had been a bit memorable. She had come more than three times that night so he was considerably more skilled than most men.

He'd been an amateur, she realized, compared to the Young Master. What had taken him hours to achieve the Young Master could do in mere minutes, seemingly on command. How many times could she have climaxed by now had he allowed it, she had to wonder.

And all the while, through everything, his erect member grinned at her. Mocking her with its girth and length. No, challenging her.

He wanted her to beg for it, she knew.

An inane thought bubbled up. Had Vera taken in this bad guy?

And that's all it took. Thoughts of her daughter wrenched her from her enamored state. Her body cooled and she began to realize the seriousness of the situation.

”Young Master, please stop.” She broke away from him. None of this was right. Not a single bit.

All this time and she still hadn't learned, had she? This just goes to show how foolish she is. Guilt gnawed at her insides. What was even thinking? If she really went through with this then it meant she really was just a cheap woman.

Being with the Young Master now might feel good, but it'd only be a momentary pleasure. He wouldn't want her for long. No one ever did.

It wasn't worth it. Not the betrayal it'd be to Ellie and Vera.

Mary truly despised herself. How easy she was, right? She felt stupid. A person shows her even the barest thread of affection and she wants to cling to it like some lost, sad puppy.

Damien nodded. ”Nope.”

Mary was stunned by his casual disregard. ”What do you mean, nope?!”

The youth ignored her surprise. ”I mean I won't stop no matter what. You need this. And after we're done, I'll tell you why.”

Mary couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being! And yet...

”Don't worry.” He went on strangely. ” It's nothing you can help, this is just something being done to you.” His words took on a hypnotic quality.

She understood what he was doing, because they both understood one key fact: She could leave anytime she wanted.

He was just taking the blame for her. It's okay, he was saying. It's okay because this isn't your choice. You couldn't help it.

She couldn't run so it's not her fault. She couldn't feel guilty then. He was trying to make it easy for her...but Mary couldn't accept that.

”Young Master.” Mary steeled herself and wound her arms around him. ”Kiss me.”

”What?” He asked.

He hadn't misheard.

” I believe I told you to kiss me.” She repeated.

Mary wanted him. She had only been reminded of why she shouldn't and it made her feel pathetic, guilty, shameless and horrible. But she at the very least wouldn't lie about it.

Damien was mesmerized.

He finally had Mary right where he wanted her. In his arms, his body pinning her between himself and his parent's bed, one hand caressing that silky soft hair while the other ran a finger across her mouth.

These lips...he'd taken them so many times throughout the day but still never tired of it. They were the lips he'd always dreamt about. The lips he'd wanted to kiss, lick and nibble at whenever she walked by.

Jesus. The way she looked at him with those wide green eyes, unblinking, soft and compliant underneath him. Wet and willing, offering herself to him...

He had to tell her.

”You're still going to regret this, after.” He informed the woman. ”When you calm down, when you forget how I'm making you feel. Even if you want me now, you'll still regret this.”

Her unclear gaze told him she didn't understand or was maybe too far gone to. ”But for now, don't worry about it.”

With that done he didn't need to be asked twice and promptly dipped his head, realizing this was the perfect position for a thorough kissing. He took her mouth with a gentle and searching possession, savoring her slowly. Their tongues danced with each other in a hot and slippery mess.

Mary's n.i.p.p.l.es had long since become diamond-hard. Her breath came in long, deep pulls that caused a steady rise and fall of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Her nostrils filled with his scent for the second time today. She tried desperately not to lose herself. His taste was just too addicting, his touch too full of not just desire, but even affection.

She knew how to handle the former. It's the later she had trouble with.

Maybe that's why she feared forgetting herself in his kisses, because they were simple and direct and didn't ask her to be anything other than what she is.

”Spread your legs. Wide-open.”

She heard him say. And she obeyed. She didn't even think to question him, just doing as she was told. Awaiting his sweet torture like a good girl.

Giving into him was becoming easier.

His hand slid down the curve of her waist, to the bell of her hip. Over her thigh, up the inside and then his finger was tracing the dampening line of her cleft, sending a hissing breath past her lips. He'd made sure she was as sensitive as possible so now even that simple maneuver was enough to drive her crazy.