Damien's POV
As I lay there, my body tingling from the intense experience, I could feel her gaze fixed upon me. Her touch had ignited a fire within me, and I was completely under her control. I wanted more of her, more of this intoxicating feeling that surged through my veins.
"You know what, I don't like when my sub's attention is not with me," she said with authority, her voice sending shivers down my spine.
Before I could respond, she bit down on my neck, causing a mix of pain and pleasure to course through my body. I couldn't help but moan in response to her actions, submitting to her completely.
"I'm sorry, mistress," I managed to gasp out amidst the sensations she was evoking in me.
Each touch, each bite, seemed to heighten my desire for her even more. She continued to kiss and lick me, soothing the pain she had inflicted while simultaneously fueling my desire for her.
"I want you to fuck me so hard that all I can do is scream your name. I don't want to be dominant right now," she commanded, her words driving me to the edge of ecstasy.
"As you wish," I replied, my voice laden with desire and obedience. I tore off the flimsy garment she had put on, unable to resist her any longer.
"That was my favorite," she said, her lips brushing against my ear as she mentioned the garment.
"I will buy you another one," I managed to utter, my mind fully consumed by her presence.
I lifted her in my arms and gently placed her on the floor. The passion between us was palpable, and I knew I had to make her feel as desired as she made me feel. Nibbling on her earlobe, she moaned, driving me wild with anticipation. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I entered her with a force that elicited gasps of pleasure from both of us.
We moved together in a dance of desire, our bodies syncing in perfect harmony. The intensity of our lovemaking was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. With each thrust, we both approached the peak of pleasure and when we finally reached it, we released everything we had to give.
Collapsing beside her, I felt completely spent and satisfied. She nestled into my shoulder, and we both drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms. At that moment, I knew that she owned not only my body but also my heart and soul.
Hannah's POV
I woke up later and discovered Damien, beside me on a cold floor. I looked at the clock; it was 10 am. Oh no, the housekeeper is on her way.
"Damien, wake up," I said while shaking him.
"No, let me sleep a little more," he mumbled, pulling me closer to him.
I nudged him again, this time, harder.
"No, Damien, Mrs. Garcia is coming, and we're both naked. So, you either wake up and get dressed or continue sleeping until she arrives. But you know it'll be embarrassing for her if she sees you naked," I explained.
He quickly gets up and disappears upstairs, but my eyes are drawn to his gorgeous butt. I eye it with an appreciative smirk. That butt will be the death of me.
When I snapped out of my dirty thoughts, I quickly grabbed my shorts and put them on. My tank top was gone, so I picked up the pieces, including Damien's, since he went upstairs without dressing. Damn, that ass is fine; I'm really tempted to smack it.
When he came back, I looked at him authoritatively.
"Sleep with me in my bedroom tonight, Damien. I need us both naked in my bed," I commanded.
"Yes, mistress," he replied without turning around.
I moved to the guest bedroom, which will soon become my kids' room. The decorating is finished already. I dropped some of my shorts and tank tops there in case Mariel wants me to sleep over.
When I was done, I went to the kitchen, reheated the pizza, and made a big cup of tea for two people. I took it upstairs to my bedroom and set it on the table beside my bed. I jumped on the bed, settled down, and started chewing a piece of sandwich that I found in my little refrigerator.
I heard movement, so I raised my head to see what caused it. Damien walked inside my bedroom wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a towel he was using to wipe his hair. Damn, this guy is a working temptation, those biceps, abs... God, I'm suddenly hungry for something else.
"Please stop looking at me, mistress," he said, avoiding eye contact. I guess he's really nervous.
"Come and eat," I replied, biting the sandwich on my hand.
He came over and grabbed two slices of sandwich from my plate. This is one of the reasons I hate inviting people to join me while eating but I guess he was famished. When we were done, I picked up the plates and took them downstairs to wash them.
Not long after, the housekeeper walked in.
"Good morning, Mrs. Gracia," I greeted her politely.
"Please, just drop the politeness, child," she said and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. My poor ribs really suffered the blow.
"Can't breathe..." I gasped.
"Sorry, my child," she said, finally releasing me.
Thank God; I thought I was going to end up in the hospital. Hey, don't blame me, that hug was really strong. So, there is nothing else but to think of how I can't stand the smell of hospitals.
"Gracias, I am really hungry. I was actually waiting for your meals," I said.
"But I just saw you washing the dishes," she answered.
She tried to smack my hand, making me wince.
"It was yesterday's sandwich and pizza," I answered, dodging another smack.
She sighed before giving me a gentle push.
"Okay, leave my kitchen. I'll prepare a meal," she said, fanning her face dramatically. "And also include Damien's portion."
I ran out of the kitchen, and she yelled, "Come back right here, Hannah Spike!"
I just pray that she will not have high blood pressure with that kind of yell. I'm not ready to be the cause of that.
"You're working again, child. Drop that stuff and go and eat," a voice said with a smack on the back of my head. I didn't need to know who it was; it was just her being herself.
"Mrs. Gracia, I have two children, but why the hell do you still treat me like one? I mean, why the hell would you do that?" Of course, that ended in another smack on the back of my head, and I almost cried.
She shook her head at me, her dark eyes barrier at me. When she spoke, it was in a stern voice.
"You will obey me young lady since you're my child from another mother. Now, what's going on between you and Damien? You guys aren't fighting or screwing or making me always think I need to visit my doctor and confirm that my BP has gone too high," she said, sitting down on my bed.
I hadn't invited her ass over to sit down, but she produced a pretty comb from one of the pockets of her gown. I didn't ask how because I'm so confused about whether it was from her vagina or if there was a pocket inside her gown that I didn't know about. I'll just try not to care.
So, I sat down and started telling her everything, excluding the part about me being a dominatrix. But I did include the part about my children and how they were getting along with Damien.
She combed my hair while I explained my situation and when I stopped, she turned me to face her. She then gave me a stern but loving look.
"Just be careful, my child. I don't want you getting hurt again," she said.
I thought over her words and nodded hesitantly.

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Heart of Pains
RomanceHannah Spike is a tough, determined queen of the criminal underworld, focused on protecting her family and friends. But when her late father's company is at risk, she's forced into an arranged marriage-a situation she's far from happy about. Enter D...