Cause You are Mine

Likelihood of Love

Damien didn't come to walk around the garden as he promised the previous day. I sulked in my room trying to focus on my reading.

When Dorothy came in to bring my meal at noon I started a chat with her in the hope of finding Damien's whereabouts.

"Hello Dorothy!" I chirped.

"Hello Darling" she smiled. I was fond of her communication skills contrary to the witch who used to manipulate me rudely. Dorothy was always polite to me.

"Did you see Damien today?" I asked hiding my excitement.

"No darling, he was supposed to be here this morning but probably something must have interfered and I haven't heard anything about it" she cut me off before asking anymore questions. 

I sighed and sat back on my chair and started to eat. I knew that Damien spent the night with one of his flings and wouldn't care about me for a minute. But I built a dream world for myself to ignore the recent conditions of my living and pretend to be a girlfriend who was loyal to her lover in every way and receiving the same treatment in return.  It was a f*cked up way of living, like a mentally ill person I created my own fantasy life. Maybe my brain was damaged  and its functions altered in a psychopathic way caused by Damien's hitting. Maybe I really lost it as a result of a mental torture enforced by him. Still it didn't matter anymore.

So I turned towards Dorothy who was folding some clean laundry and placing them in my drawer, and asked her whether I could have a gown purchased and delivered for tonight.

She looked shocked at my demand.

"A gown?" she questioned.

"Yes" I squealed. "A red long one" I clapped my hands in happiness. "Wouldn't it look gorgeous on me with a slit on one leg and must have a deep cleavage" I looked up to ceiling as if picturing my dress in my mind. "Yes" I jumped from my seat and twirled around like I had the imaginary gown on me.

"Sure my dear. I will tell Sal to buy you one." She said gingerly.

"Oh and makeup sets. Lots of lots of colors. And a perfume. Candy by Prada yes I definitely want it." I was acting as if I was in a 50's movie dancing around ordering my demands enthusiastically.

She waited until my rant finished. "Of course"she said exhausted with my high energy.

When she came back after a couple of hours later I was sleepy and bitter for waiting.

She put all the packages on my bed and started to open them one by one explaining the contents of each.

I wearily took the gown and held it in front of me. It was beautiful just like I imagined it. I went to bathroom and took a shower, shaved my legs and trimmed my p*ssy. After shower I lotioned  my body and stepped out to bedroom to find it empty.

I was kind of relieved that Dorothy was no longer in the room cause my mood swings suffocated me and I don't want to torment her with my attitudes.

I put on the gown. It was more beautiful on me showing enough cleavage to seduce. It was pure satin so I decided not to wear any undergarment. Plus this made me feel more sexy and daring.

I curled my hair in soft waves and began to apply my make up which I decided to emphasize my eyes and leave my lips nude to prevent cheap look. Cause red lips with red dress would show me like a slut and there was no place for sluts in my fairy tale.

I put on my black strap heels and I examined myself in the mirror, the reflection satisfied me and I smiled to myself. I sprayed my Candy-Prada as a final touch.

I decided to wait for my prince charming sitting on my lovechair, it was dark outside, the night has fallen over the mansion, only moonlight brightening the room through window.

I couldn't estimate the time I stayed there, wasting it by looking out of the window, watching the leaves of the oak trees beyond the garden, dancing with the wind, making illusions playing with the moonlight. After an indefinite period of time I fell a sleep.

I woke up with a thud of the door. Someone sneaked in and closed the door. They moved to the bed and searched for something. I quailed on the chair waiting for an attack that never came.

"Dollface" Damien whispered.

I stood up and looked for him in the dark. "I am here" I whispered back.

"Why are you sitting in the dark instead of sleeping?"

"I waited for ..." I was embarrassed for endeavoring to get Damien's attention and grossly failing.

"You waited for what dollface?" He inquired.

"You?" I questioned his reaction.

He switched on the lamp beside the bed. Everything came to light including me. He gasped.

He slowly eyed me from head to toe approvingly, the light blue eyes turning darker with each look.

"Let's make it worth the wait then" he said mischievously  and stepped forward to me.

I anticipated in awe until he came closer. He held my waist and pulled me to his chest to remove any space between our bodies. He squeezed my buttock and buried his lips to my neck, sucking, licking kissing. I threw my head back to give him more access and moaned. He bit my earlobe which sent a sudden shiver through my spine directly to my core. I was beyond wet, I could feel the cream on my thighs. He slowly removed my straps to fall on my arms revealing my bare breasts for his feast. He groaned and lowered his head to suck my already hardened nipple. I arched my back and screamed in pleasure. His hand on my waist moved up and started to squeeze and rub my other breast. Then his hand moved to south between my thighs through the slit of my dress and met my bare p*ssy. He growled. "Dollface you are killing me" He slowly stroke my c*lit making me squirm and rubbed my wetness to the folds until his finger touched my entrance. He suddenly pushed it in whilst his thumb continued to rub my nub.

I couldn't stand anymore I wanted him there and then.

"Damien" I moaned. "Please..."

He licked my nipple one more time and looked up to me in lust adding another finger in me and pushing. I inhaled sharply.

"What do you want love?" he asked huskily

"Take me" I exhaled.

"No say the words" He was playing with me but I was at the edge of loosing control and all I wanted was to feel him inside me.

"F*ck me." I demanded. "I need your c*ck" I added bravely.

He threw me on the bed and slide my dress up to my waist. My p*ssy was on display and I didn't give a damn about it. He quickly got rid of his clothes while looking at me in hunger.

After getting completely naked, exposing his delicious body for my eyes he lay over me supporting his body with his forearms and started to kiss me. I kissed him back in the same awe and hunger our tongues battling with each other tasting, sucking playing. He slide into me with one thrust without any warning which caused both of to gasp and hold our breaths for a second, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He sucked my neck, smelling me, his thrusts on the some slow pace like enjoying each one of them inspite of the desire to reach the climax. He was making love to me. The love I craved for, the love I sacrificed my dignity and pride in the name of sex. We women give sex in return of love and that was what I was doing at the moment. For each thrust I was hoping for love.

When I couldn't hold it anymore I came screaming his name. After a few more thrusts he joined me groaning, spilling his seeds inside my womb.

We laid breathing heavily for a couple of minutes without exchanging any words.

He turned his face to me and caressed my hair.

"That was amazing dollface" he murmured.

"Yeah" I managed to say.

He pulled me in his arms wrapping his hand around my waist. I put my head on his chest just above his heart, listening to his beatings like a lullaby, smelling his manly odor and fell asleep peacefully.