Chapter 85 - Alright, Lets Hear It: Who R.a.p.ed Me? (2/2)

”What do you want to do now?” She inquired upon seeing him rise from the bed.

He replied casually but with just enough implied seriousness that it left her speechless. ”F.u.c.k you. Make breakfast. F.u.c.k you again. Cuddle.”

Once again he'd said one of the s.e.xiest lines she'd ever heard. Mary was in awe of his ability to say such things with such a composed manner. Another thought came to her, one that broke past the stunned embarrassment and temptation.

Breakfast in bed? For her? That was new.

”But since we aren't alone I think I'll just make breakfast. I'll bring it up to you when I'm done,” He promised.

”I see.” She put a hand to her chin in contemplation. ”Is that something lovers normally do for each other?” She understood it happened but in her experience, it had never come up. She thought that it must not be very common.

”I don't know about that,” He said, ”But it's something I'd do for you every morning if you let me.”

”Is it?”

”Of course.”

”And Vera too, I take it.”

”Goes without saying.”

He really wasn't shy with his intention to have them both, was he?

”You understand this sort of behavior is probably going to spoil us eventually, yes?” If breakfast in bed after such a comfortable sleep and so wonderful a method of awakening was what she had to look forward to, then Mary's moment of weakness may really turn out to have been the moment of the wisest decision of her life.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration.

”What, you didn't know?” He asked, turning dead serious. ” I actually exist just to spoil you two. I don't mind even if you became no-good women.”

Was she shallow if she liked those words? Was it okay to?

***

It was thirty minutes later when he returned with a tray packed full of plates. Eggs, sausage, a stack of small pancakes, apples, orange juice, berries...there was a lineup of all kinds of food.

He noticed Mary had fallen back asleep while Vera was continuing her book from last night, having just gotten out of the bath. Setting the tray on the table, he leaned over and shook the older of the two to consciousness.

He then placed a plate holding a bagel with an avocado spread topped by a sunny-side-up egg on Vera's side. He didn't need to ask. It was always her first choice.

She thanked him and began eating. Meanwhile, he turned his attention to the still-drowsy Mary.

”Everything's done. What would you like first?”

Mary rubbed her eyes, found the move quite unladylike, stopped, and looked over the array of food he'd brought up. She suppressed a yawn and replied, ”Maybe an apple?”

”Coming right up.”

Damien picked up the fruit and started peeling it with a knife. He liked making the little bunny-eared apple slices and so that's what he did.

Mary's eyes were transfixed. She didn't realize she was staring until he asked, ”Is something the matter?”

In response to the question, she narrowed her gaze and continued that strange, almost resentful stare. The targets of her ire were the youth's fingers.

”I just really hate that after only a single day with you I can't even look at your hands without wishing they were inside me. It's frustrating.”

Vera nearly choked. ”Mother!” She protested all red-faced, starting into a fit of coughs moments later. Damien quickly passed her some juice.

The older woman looked over her daughter with a soft sneer. The girl lets her boyfriend bring her to orgasm when her mother is just a foot away, then offers to jerk him off right after, and THIS is what makes her blush?

Mary wanted to tell the kid all of that but chose not to. She said instead, ”We were both thinking something similar. Or did you believe me suddenly blind, not noticing how you were looking at them, too?”

The younger of the women denied the implication. ”I was not.”

”Lie if you wish.” Mary's reaction was neutral. ”I don't see why you feel the need to hide it. Is this even something worth getting worked up over at this point? If we're going to move forward with this guy's selfish whims we should at least be honest about what we want from him. It's the least he could do.”

Damien nodded and gave a bow. ”I live to please. Call upon my services anytime.” And handed over a finished slice of apple to Mary.

The shape of the slice was not new to Mary but she always did secretly like it. She adored little bunny rabbits. They were amazingly cute.

”I just...I didn't think we'd be talking about stuff like this so soon…” Vera grumbled.

”As soon as you confessed to him you were paraded through the city while he made out with you in his arms, and I had s.e.x with him in his parent's bed.” And the kitchen. And the bath. The coffee table, the couch, love seat, several times on the veranda, in front of the fireplace on a tigerskin rug, and as they ascended the stairs back towards the bedroom. Ah, and against basically every wall, for hours. Mary, of course, would not tell her daughter any of this. ”I think the origin and nature of our relationsh.i.p.s with him fully allow us to skip the mortification surrounding such topics, don't you?”

”That's…” Vera was at a loss for words. She couldn't exactly say this was wrong. But even so, this kind of talk was a bit...yeah.

”Anyway, you're the only one in this due to feelings for him. I merely lacked the strength to resist his...charms.” She carefully avoided their eyes. ”You don't have to worry about me saying anything or trying to curry favor that should be yours. However I do like the kind of lover he is and I can't pretend otherwise, so apart from that I'll limit our interactions.” She made her stance clear. S.e.x was s.e.x. That's all.

Damien kept nodding along with her words. ”Nope.”

”What do you mean, nope?!” She demanded. Is it just her, or was this a familiar pattern?

”I just don't know why you thought I'd agree to that? I told you I planned to pursue you from now on.”

”I love your father.” She stated as if that mattered to him at all.

”...Yes, and?”

Mary had no idea what to say back.

The young man set down the knife in his hand. ”See, I don't think you actually love him as much as you believe you do anyway.” He began, ”In fact, I would say you're just clinging to a hopeless love because you think you don't deserve to have it.”

”You don't know the first thing about me.” Mary coolly responded. ”You can't know what I think.”

”I can,” Damien insisted calmly, ”And you want to know how? Because while you loved the s.e.x, what you enjoyed more was what came after.” His tone turned decidedly smooth and sweet. ”I enjoyed that more, too. Being with you. Holding you. Listening to you.”

Mary didn't like hearing this. She felt the weakness grab her again when she did. People had used words like this against her before and she was tired of it.

But he'd had her already and was still with her, still saying such nice things. And his eyes...the way he looked at her. With care. With tenderness. Feelings that couldn't possibly be real.

He gazed at her fondly. ”I want to see you happy and content. I also want to be the one to make you happy and content.” The words were perfect and she hated that, because they were exactly what she wanted to hear. He must know that, right?.

”Oh, and yeah, I'm totally saying what I know you want to hear. If that's what you're thinking, and your eyes say that you do, then you're right.” He admitted easily. Mary blinked, unsure where he could be going with this.

”But I also mean them and my only goal is your heart. So just shut up and let me take care of you.” He almost seemed angry by the last sentence. ”I love you and I'm damn well going to make sure you revel in how much I do.”

Mary was not someone used to being out of sorts, but she stammered stupidly just then. ”I...but that's...it's just....” Her cheeks puffed. ”It's ridiculous!” She finally ground out. ” You can't simply decide to love someone based on a single day! That's not how it works!”

”Says who? Love is always a choice and I made mine. There's really no use trying to sway me out of it. Is there, Vee?”

The girl had a pinched face as she looked at her mother. ”The Young Master is quite decisive.” Was all she said.

Mary didn't understand what the hell is going on anymore!

”Traitorous girl.” She accused. ” Doing in your own mother like this, what an unfilial child!”

”I don't see how I'm supposedly doing you in, though?”

Mary turned gloomy. ”You're both playing me. Admit it. This is just a trap, right? He's roped you into bringing me in, hasn't he? You'd do anything he tells you.”

”...Do you even hear yourself? I'm generous to the point of being the epitome of kindness and tolerance, but I don't just go along with whatever he wants.”

” So you're okay with this now, are you?”

Vera didn't even bother looking up from her book. ”I have opposing feelings on the matter, actually. But I do take into account what's best for you, too. Which is why I'm making the effort to act casual.”

Mary couldn't believe her ears. ”Are you the parent, or am I? What do you mean, what's best for me?”

Vera sighed in exasperation. ”I mean that I know how many failings you've had with this kind of thing in the past, but at the very least, if nothing else, you can trust in the Young Master's words.”

”Trust. Right. And I suppose my body has nothing at all to do with his enthusiasm.” She remained unconvinced.

Damien spoke up in his defense. ”I can't go after someone I'm not attracted to, but I've never been beholden to beauty alone.” He suddenly seemed very tired. ”But this is stuff we sorta already covered? I said before I won't let you go. Bottome line is you're only trying to put distance between us since for now you can't take my word for it. Well, that's fine. I actually don't mind if you keep doubting me or bring up things I already told you won't happen. It just means you want me to reassure you, and I have no problems doing that. In a similar fashion to Vera voicing her own doubts and insecurities, all it means is that I get to pamper you until those worries go away. And believe me, I won't get bored of it.” He stood. ” Make me repeat myself as often as you wish. Telling you both how wonderful you are, that's always going to be the highlight of my day.”

Mary stared at him for a long time in a daze. Finally, she shook herself out of her stupor and felt her chest tighten. Her voice came out slow and deliberate.”I don't know if I should trust a single word you say….” She started. ” But I do know I love hearing them.”

This was beyond sweet nothings. It was far above the tactics of an ordinary playboy. He saw through to your misgivings and said exactly what you needed to hear. He hit at the core and made you want to jump in his arms crying.

”And that's more than enough for now, wouldn't you say?”

She gave a shake. ”Not at all. It's far from enough.” The woman turned to Vera. ”Please leave the room.”

”...Why?” She narrowed her eyes.

”Because if you're here giving me a guilty conscience, it'll be quite difficult to focus on f.u.c.k.i.n.g his brains out.” She said bluntly. ”I'll take you up on that cuddle, too.” She added.

”Okay. Hold up.” Vera held up a hand. ”There's simply is no way you're going to do those kinds of things here!” She seethed. ”We agreed to no lewd stuff, remember?”

”You were laying in bed for an hour using his arm as a masturbation tool.” The woman's tone was as dry as the Sahara. ”Don't bring up that bullshit. I don't even see the problem? We've both had s.e.x with him anyway, and after everything he just said I would very much like to tear his clothes off.”

Before Vera could stop him, Damien supplied the correction all on his own. ”Actually we haven't had s.e.x yet, just everything but. She wants to save herself for marriage.”

Mary's reaction was outside of Vera's expectations. She only tapped her chin thoughtfully. ”Indeed? I know you haven't actually had s.e.x.u.a.l relations with a woman beyond foreplay, so if not her, then...was I actually you first?”

He was just about to nod when someone else answered for him. ”That's where you're wrong, plant.”

The tone was instantly recognized. Impossibly familiar and as unforgettable as his own voice. Sure enough, the next moment was followed by a bright light as a certain flame-haired woman entered the scene!

Almost unspeakably beautiful with an aura full of scalding vivaciousness. The newcomer said her piece before turning her full, enthusiastic attention to Damien.

The woman's eyes were wide and excited. ”Have you even SEEN what it's like inside me recently? I come back after exploring the city and having some fun and see that there's, like, plants growing everywhere! Rivers, waterfalls….a huge willow tree...we even have a golden Phoenix hanging out all curled up in the sky acting like a sun! How did that even happen? Don't tell me you went out and ate some spicy chicken's core? I'm honestly amazed. Just what did you get up to while I was away, huh?”

She rushed the words out in a single breath and only now turned back to the surprised green-haired duo on the bed.

”Oh, and I listened a bit. I don't get why you think you're his first? I was before you and--”

”You don't count, those weren't even our real bodies. Probably.”

”They sorta were, though? Anyway, my race's young Great One wasn't even a v.i.r.g.i.n when he had me, much less you.”

”Okay, woah, hold the f.u.c.k up.” Damien couldn't stay quiet when he heard that. ”What do you mean, I wasn't a v.i.r.g.i.n?!”