Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Damians arrival terrified and aroused Roxy.
He was a tall, muscular man with a thick beard and a stern expression. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, his boots scuffed and worn. He was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. He entered the room, his eyes immediately falling on Roxy's bound body. Carla stood up, her silk robe falling open to reveal her naked body. She was a stunning woman, her curves accentuated by the dim light. She walked over to Damians, her hips swaying seductively. "Damian, I'm glad you could make it," she purred, her hand trailing down his chest.
He didn't take his eyes off Roxy, his gaze intense and unyielding. "You didn't tell me she was so... feisty," he said, his voice a low rumble. Carla chuckled, her hand slipping inside his leather jacket, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his chest. "Oh, she's that and more. But she needs to learn some discipline. And I thought you might be just the man to teach her." Damian's eyes flashed with interest, his gaze still locked onto Roxy. "And what makes you think I'm interested in playing your little games, Carla?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"You want me to fuck her, Carla? You want me to make her scream?" Carla's eyes gleamed with a dangerous hunger as she looked at Roxy, her body still bound and helpless. "Yes, Damian. I want you to fuck her. I want you to make her feel every inch of your cock. I want her to beg for mercy." Damian's gaze shifted to Roxy, his eyes darkening with desire. He could see the fear and arousal in her eyes, the way her body trembled under his gaze. He walked over to her, his boots clicking against the hardwood floor. He stood in front of her, his body towering over hers.
He reached out, his fingers trailing down her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. Roxy's breath hitched, her body tensing under his touch. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. She wanted to pull away, to scream, but her body betrayed her. She leaned into his touch, her eyes locked onto his.
Damian's fingers trailed down her stomach, her hips, until they reached the waistband of her jeans. He unbuttoned them, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her stomach. Roxy's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. He pushed her jeans down, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled them off.
She was naked, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. She could feel the heat between her legs, the ache that only he could satisfy.
Damian's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense and unyielding. "You're mine now, little girl," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You belong to me, to do with as I please." She wanted to deny it, to tell him to go to hell, but her body betrayed her.
She wanted to hate him, to push him away, but her body responded to his touch, to his words.
Damian's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the hard length of his cock, pressing against her stomach, and she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. He was huge, much bigger than she had imagined.
"Fuck, Damian," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're so big."
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous hunger.
You like feeling my cock against you, knowing what's coming." She wanted to deny it, to tell him to fuck off, but her body betrayed her. She leaned into him, her hips grinding against his, seeking more friction, more contact.
Damian's hands slid up her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples. She gasped, her head falling back, exposing her neck to him.
Damian's lips found the sensitive spot, his teeth nipping at her skin. She moaned, her body arching into his touch. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Damian's hands slid down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her ass. He gripped her firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the bed, his eyes locked onto hers. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that matched her own.
He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. She could feel the hard length of him, pressing against her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against him.
"Fuck, Damian," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I need you inside me." "Oh, you'll get what you need, little girl. But first, I want to taste you."
Before she could respond, he was moving down her body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
He kissed her stomach, her hips, her thighs, until he reached the apex of her desire. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, before diving in.
His tongue found her clit, circling it, teasing it, driving her wild. She moaned, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers gripping the sheets. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, his thumb still working her clit. She could feel the pressure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Damian," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "That feels so good."
He chuckled, his voice muffled against her pussy.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like my fingers inside you, stretching you, filling you up." She could only moan in response, her body arching into his touch. He added another finger, his hand moving in and out of her, his thumb still circling her clit.
"Fuck, Damian," she panted, her fingers gripping the sheets. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Not yet, you're not," he growled.
He pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. She whimpered, her body aching for release. He chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. "You want to cum, little girl? You want to feel good?" She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Then you're going to do as I say. You're going to take my cock like a good little slut." She bit her lip, her body responding to his filthy words. She wanted to hate him, to tell him to fuck off, but her body betrayed her. She wanted him, needed him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. I'll do whatever you say. Just please, fuck me."
Damian smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He stood up, his body towering over hers. He unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops filling the room. Roxy's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his hands as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Roxy's eyes widened, her mouth going dry at the sight of him.
His cock was thick and veiny, the head a deep red, glistening with pre-cum. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her body aching for him.
Damian smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dark, dangerous hunger. "You ready for this, little girl?" "You ready to take every inch of my cock?" "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."
Damian chuckled, his hands gripping her hips.
"Good girl," he growled, positioning himself at her entrance. Roxy could feel the heat of him, the tip of his cock pressing against her, and she gasped, her body tensing in anticipation. "Relax, little girl," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You can take it. You can take every inch of me."
Roxy took a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing. Damian pushed forward, his cock sliding inside her, stretching her, filling her. She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body arching into his. "Fuck, Damian," she gasped, her voice ragged. "You're so big.
Fuck, Damian, you're so big," Roxy panted, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins running along his shaft, the way he filled her completely. It was almost painful, but in a good way, a way that made her feel alive.
Damian didn't answer. Instead, he pulled back slightly, only to slam into her again, his hips moving with a force that made her gasp. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "So fucking tight."
Roxy could only moan in response, her body moving in sync with his.
She could feel every inch of him, the way his cock stretched her, filled her, made her feel complete. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.
Damian's pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the bed creak. His cock slid in and out of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Roxy could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
"Fuck, Damian," she panted, her voice barely audible.
Damian's eyes flashed with a dangerous hunger. "Not yet, little girl," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You don't cum until I say so." Roxy whimpered, her body aching with need. "Please, Damian," she begged, her voice ragged. "Please let me cum." Damian chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Then you're going to do something for me first." Roxy's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to suck my cock, little girl. I want you to take every inch of it down your throat and make me cum."
Roxy's eyes widened, her mouth going dry at the thought. She had never done anything like this before, but the way he was looking at her, the way his cock was throbbing against her stomach, made her want to do anything he asked.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. It was hot and hard in her hand, the veins pulsing beneath her touch.