Behind Closed Doors II

“Should I call security?” Martin asks. “No.” Damion says firmly looking back at me. “Who are you and why are you in my closet?” I can feel myself trembling, my legs already weak from my orgasms. “I’m uh my name is Loren Wilks. I - I’m here with the McCains as their guest.” I explain nervously. “And how did you bestow upon my closet?” Damion asks condescendingly. “I-I didn’t mean to! Honest! I was just trying to find my way outside for some fresh air and I ended up here. My curiosity got the better of me and once I realized it was your office I tried to leave, but that’s when I heard voices coming so I hid.” “I see. Did you like what you saw?” Damion asks. “Yes, your office is quite extravagant and the trinkets are very interesting.” Damion smirks, amused at my response. “I’m not referring to the office love. Did you enjoy watching us? Because according to your flushed face, dampened fingers and the smell of sex, I’d say that you did.” I feel a rush of heat to my face, embarrassed that my vulnerability has been noticed. Damion grabs my wrist and gently pulls me out of the closet. My phone rings again and Maggie’s name appears across the screen. I look at Damion suddenly feeling the need to ask permission to do anything. He grabs my phone and answers her call; I can hear Maggie ‘s voice on the other end. “OH THANK GOD YOURE ALIVE! WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU’VE BEEN GONE ALMOST AN HOUR!” The calmness in Damion’s voice affirms his position as a man of power and authority. “This is Damion Cruz Jr. Your friend is fine and will return after I finish discussing a business proposition with her. “ He says while keeping direct eye contact with me. Business proposition? He hangs up the phone before Maggie can respond and hands it back to me. My heart is racing in my chest. What could he possibly want with me? My phone immediately dings with text after text from Maggie; I know I have a lot of explaining to do. I switch my phone to silent and watch as Damion escorts Martin to the door. They exhange hushed words mixed with smiles followed by a quick peck on the cheek then he slips out the door. Damion once again locks it, making my heart sink to my stomach. “Is there a um bathroom somewhere close where I can clean myself up?” I ask. “Do you think I would really allow you to walk out of my office without making sure you were cleaned up first? That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me now would it?” Damion says while walking back over to me, never taking his eyes off mine. Somehow he has me so nervous yet so turned on at the same time. I feel myself growing slick again as he steps even closer. I take a step back and feel my ass press against the hard wood of the table. I reach back to steady myself causing the slit of my dress to open up exposing my thigh. Damion drinks me in from head to toe and I notice his cock thickening in his pants. He grabs my hand pulling it up to his mouth tracing his lips across my freshly manicured nails. “Which fingers did you use?” I straighten my two fingers and watch as he feeds them into his mouth savoring my taste as he licks and sucks gently, cleaning them and humming in satisfaction. My dampened cunt clenches longing to feel his tongue inside her. “Shall I continue?” Damion asks with a smirk. I nod and feel Damion’s warm hands push through the slit of my dress gliding gently over my skin making it prickle at his touch. He reaches the elastic band of my silk panties and slowly slides them all the way down to my heels, gently helping me step out of them. He bunches them in his fist and lifts them to his face. He breathes my dampened scent in and his body reacts like a shark smelling blood. He pockets them then lifts me effortlessly onto the edge of his table spreading my thighs like he’s opening a book. His large hands push my skirt up to my hips revealing my bare, engorged puss. He kneels until he’s eye level with her; my pulse beats wildly in my neck. I stare watching his tongue run against the soft, plush skin of my thighs tracing the salt trail of my cum from earlier. His eyes lock onto mine as a wicked smile crawls across his face, looking like the devil himself knelt before me. “Look how needy your cunt is, already begging for my touch.” My breath catches when I feel Damion’s fingers trail through my slick lips and up to my clit. He shows me his cream covered fingers separating them so my cum strings from one finger to the next. “You’re going to give it all to me, every last drop. Understand?” “Yes sir.” I say in a low needy voice. “I decide when I’m done. Understand?” “Yes sir.” I repeat. “Good girl.” His words mimick the ones he said earlier to Martin and their dark promises go straight to my clit. I whimper softly when I feel the heat of Damion’s tongue against my sensitive folds. He takes his time licking, tasting, exploring each tender shape. I begin to rock my hips and I’m met with the sting of his hand against my outter thigh causing me to gasp. He lifts his damp face, his eyes dark with lust; “Let me remind you my little mouse of who is in control. If you want that greedy cunt of yours to get the release it so desperately needs, then remember I decide when. Understood?” I nod and his hand collides with my other thigh and my breath catches in my throat. “Say it.” he demands. “Yes sir.” “Good girl.” He lowers himself again, but this time he goes in for the kill. He punishes me with his tongue for my greediness; pulling my hips towards him while plunging it deep inside. I arch my back and strain out a moan. “Ohhh FUCK!” My legs tremble and I feel my walls clench around his skillful tongue. He’s ruthless, his mouth showing no mercy against my tender sex. I try to push his head away, but his grip only tightens and his fingers dig into my soft flesh. My body tenses, fighting through the overstimulation, silently praying for mercy. It finally comes when Damion begins to slowly  pull away, dragging my swollen lips gently between his teeth. Desperate pants for air from us both fill the room, my pussy aches and throbs as the cool air from the fan above lands on her rawness. Damion glides the pad of his fingers over my clit circling it slowly. My moan sounds more like a plea, I need to cum so bad it hurts. Damion’s fingers gradually pick up speed forcefully rubbing back and forth until I feel myself beginning to gush. “Mmm yes, that’s right; give it all to me. Fuck!” Damion growls. Blasphemous prayers spill from my mouth as drops of my warm release land on my thighs until Damion’s mouth ascends on me once again; this time only on my clit. The heat of his mouth sucking agsinst my pearl mixed with the swirls of his tongue causes another orgasm to rage through my body and I cum once more. “Again.” My brain has no time to process Damion’s demand before I feel him plunge two fingers into my tight cunt. He curls them, coaxing her for more while his mouth returns to my clit. Words are no longer an option as my body just focuses on trying to breathe. The pressure builds for a third time and with every ounce of energy I have left; I give it all to him. Thick cream leaks slowly from my slit and Damion silences his attack on my body pulling his face from between my thighs. He leaves only his fingers to smear my release over my folds until he is satisfied with his work. I lie there wrecked and ruined. My body completely limp and numb while my brain returns from its euphoric high. I can hear Damion moving around, but the thought of opening my eyes to look seems too demanding. Instead I just listen as his footsteps draw closer to me. A cool, damp fabric slides against my rawness and I whimper in protest. Damion shushes me softly, “Let me clean you up Loren.” The sound of my name on his lips makes me smile and my body returns to itself. He drapes my dress back over my legs and helps me off the table. We stand there for a moment looking at each other, both of us still basking in the afterglow of our sexual rendezvous. I pick up my phone from the floor and find over 100 notifications from Maggie, a mixture of both missed calls and texts. “I uh really should get back.” I say while showing Damion my phone. He pulls his from his pocket and holds it to mine. “There. Now you have my number. I still would like to talk to you about the business proposition I mentioned earlier whenever you are available. The sooner the better preferably.” I look at him confused and in disbelief. “You were serious about that?!”