"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby."
I close my...
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I couldn't resist myself when I bought this outfit back in New York. It was the last one and it was in my size, so I knew it had to be for me. After Damian helped me pull my skirt over my freshly done tattoo. In which this man really forced me to get and now I gotta deal with the pain. Oh, now I see how he feels. The look on Damian's face once I was fully clothed tells me he loves the outfit. Or at least I think he does cause he hasn't stopped sizing me up since I put it on. "What's wrong?"
He doesn't say anything he just stares into my soul and bites his lip. "Let's go."
I gulped. Was that a good thing?
We took a limo ride to the show that had a line of people waiting outside. Luckily it wasn't too long but knowing Damian, he scheduled a head of time so we wouldn't have to wait. Sucks for everyone else though. As we entered and took our seats in a round, secluded booth, a waitress approached us with a pen and paper in her hand. "Bonsoir, may I start you two off with a glass of wine?"
"Oui. Nous aimerions avoir la meilleure boisson que vous ayez." I informed to her.
She nods, "Tout de suite, mademoiselle." (Right away, miss)
Our waitress was quick with our drinks. I was about tip her but Damian puts his hand over mine while I was digging in my clutch. He gave his money up instead. "Merci. Enjoy the show."
"I was fine with tipping, baby."
"C'mon you know better, Lei."
"Well, alright then." We both made a cheers to being in Paris then took a short sip from our glasses. The lights above began to dim and flashed a spotlight on the stage. Finally. A shirtless and well built man approached the floor with a red tie in his hand. Then another spotlight casted on two naked white women. Damian already looks uninterested. I noticed he checked his phone that had a message in which was delivered silently. Wow. That's not like him to be so ru- wait never mind. Who am I kidding?
The two women sat on their knees with blindfolds on as what I assume they're submitting to their dominant leader. I can definitely relate to this. I was intrigued by how seductive and gentle he was with those ladies. He removed their blindfolds during the process as one woman sucked his dick while the other sucked the balls. Oh my. He had no expression as he stared off into the crowd.
I shamefully looked down as I felt myself getting wet from the act. I felt Damian's hand lift my chin up to gaze into his eyes. Without breaking contact, he slips his hand inside my skirt. To no surprise I'm not wearing any panties. I gasped at his bold affection of trespassing. The show continues as I hear moaning but it's coming from my lips as Damian uses two fingers to pleasure my whimpering bliss. I tried to direct my focus back to the performers, but Damian made sure that didn't happen. He kept a firm grip on my face to keep from looking anywhere else. "You're mine. Understand?" He deeply growled.
