SEALING THE UNKNOWN DEAL

I am not sure if his distinct ability to hypnotize me into doing what he wants is good for the feelings I'm developing for him. This is more than everything love has ever made me feel, but I don't want to be broken again. It feels as though I am already being consumed by fire, and I am helplessly sinking deep into an ocean of it.


He leans in with a clear gesture, and I willfully lower my lip to make room for him. He seizes the opportunity to grab my bottom lip while thrusting his tongue deep inside to hug mine, and then we begin to dance to the beat of our desires. We kiss softly and tenderly under the moon and the stars, as if our tongues and lips are communicating with one another.

We finally pull away, panting for breath and resting our foreheads against each other. I can kiss him the whole night, and I can bet that if we didn't run out of breath, we would still be kissing until the sun rises on the horizon.

"Can you now tell me what you were discussing with that guy?" He asks between heavy pants, lifting my chin to face him.


I mumble. I said I would keep it a secret until I had sealed the deal, and I intend to do so. I can't afford an argument with him. "It is nothing, Damian, really," I say. It stings, but I have to lie to him.

"You are lying, Ellie. What are you up to? Don't lie." He insists, and I tense.


"It's nothing. Can't you trust me, Damian?" I whimper, almost begging.

"Not when I can clearly see through your eyes under this moonlight that you are lying. What is going on? And don't arouse my demons, Ellie!"

Shit! This doesn't sound good at all.

"Damian, it's no."

I am cut off by him pushing me to my Porsche and caging me to him. "The truth is, Ellie, if you don't want me to bend you over this baby of yours and fuck you out here in the open,. I can get the truth out of you that way, and you know it." He roars.

God of heaven, I know this beast can do that when he is enraged like he is. He did do it once, and I can't let him lose control out here. He becomes totally possessed when his demons are provoked.

"Okay. I'll talk, Damian, but please let me go. You are hurting me."

Shit! My wrists are hurting due to his strongholds. My soft plea calls him back to his senses, and he pulls me from the car, releasing my hands.

"I'm sorry. Does it hurt a lot?" He asks.

"Not much. Can we, at least, talk inside? Please?" I beg, clenching my hands into fists and tilting my wrists to ease the pain.

"Okay. I'll follow right behind. I'll just get something from the car."

I nod my head and walk to the entrance, figuring out what convincing lies I have to tell him because he can't know the truth just yet. Not just yet.

I stroll in after opening the door, and I decide to get a cup of coffee to settle my nervous system.

Minutes pass!

Damian is still not here, and my cup of lemon and honey coffee is losing flavor as I'm halfway through it. Has he left? I've been waiting for more than fifteen minutes, and I'm getting so curious and restless. Did he become enraged and decide to return home?

I leap to my feet in response to a gentle knock on the door, spilling my coffee on the table and sprinting for the door.

As soon as I open the door, his face greets me with a box of pizza in his hands. I usher him inside while my heart is doing a twerk dance inside, giving me a sense of déjà vu. My stomach growls at the smell of the pizza, and I am overjoyed at his presence.

He places the pizza on the table, stands upright, and turns to face me. I approach him while stooping beneath his tall frame and resist the impulse to embrace him. Before anything else, I still have a lie to tell.

"I was just..."

I am silenced by a kiss—a deep kiss that speaks volumes. He pulls me with him as he drops to the couch, and I fall on top of him. I feel his legs lock mine between him, his arms all savagely roaming over my back while mine are clenching to his tee on his chest.

He ends the long kiss with yet another long and deep one, and then cups my face and bores into my eyes. "It's alright. I don't have the right to demand that from you. I'm okay with what you are willing to trust me with, Ellie. Forget all the nonsense I did out there, okay?"

It is my turn to kiss him, but not for long before he pulls away. "I would love to kiss you the whole night, but the pizza is waiting. Unless you want to have me for dinner."

Darn!

I'm itching for that. It's been what? Three weeks? Because even yesterday, when I dutifully followed him to his house, the poor guy was overloaded with work, and I couldn't torture him more after the little dirty teases we had in the kitchen. All we shared were nothing more than goodnight kisses and cuddles, and then he tucked us under the sheets and we fell asleep.

His hand nuzzling my back under my tea brought my mind to him. "Would you like to have me for dinner?" I ask, unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt and sneaking my hand in, drawing circles on his chest.

"My cock is twitching at that idea. Feel that?" Damn! Just like that, his beast is throbbing beneath me, poking my front, and I am about to wet my pants. "So, me, or the pizza, Ellie?" He groans, his eyes darkening with desire.

"How about," I kiss him gently on the lips, a soft groan escaping his lips, "the pizza first, so that we get enough energy, Daddy? You have starved us for so long, so I presume we both need lost energy to make up for the lost time," I seductively tease.

He smiles against my lips, giving me a long kiss. I can sense the longing and the little letdown, but I still want to know that I still have control over him and whatever we have. "As you wish, baby. Daddy will make up for that." He winks, licking his bottom lip seductively, and I pull him up so that we can eat this pizza quickly and quench our other pressing hunger.