So listen there is something in the first Over Her Head that I didn't keep up in this story and its something important but I can't remember what. That's what I get for not writing it down when I caught it. Anyway, if anyone happens to reread part 1 and you notice something, please PM me. Thanks

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Right now, I'm lying in bed trying to recover from the fucking that Damian gave me last night.

I don't get him at all. He says that I'm here for one reason and that's to make him delirious, yet every time I try to take charge he takes it back and I find myself being fucked into oblivion!

Fucking Damian. That man is insatiable and I have to wonder just where he gets his stamina. I'm supposed to be the expert and yet he wears even me out! I thought I had him with some of the moves I'd learned from the kama sutra, but it turned out, he knew some of those moves as well; a lot of them. And too well. I thought he'd kill me with the sheer intensity of his fucking. He went fast and hard- too hard; too deep. I couldn't tell him to stop, or slow down and I swear it felt as if he was working himself into my cervix! I screamed in exquisite agony as I came, squirting, but even then he wouldn't stop. He pulled me closer to himself, my back now tighter to him and he kept going.

He was giving it all to me; roughly, and I gripped the sheets amidst my cries of sheer, unbelievable ecstasy!

But I digress. I have to find a way to take him over the edge while working to entice the guards to at least make a phone call home. I have to get out of here!

New York

"Did we really just get married?" Olivia laughed as she sat in David's arms on the wrap-around sofa on the stern of the yacht they'd rented. They had decided to take two weeks to go to the Bahamas and sail the islands, just them and the girls, and as usual, David went way overboard with the size of the boat.

"You said married!" He gloated "I thought this was "just a formality until after the babies are born"

"It is...but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it" she said as she looked up and kissed his lips.

"You know, the girls are downstairs sleeping like logs"

"And…?"

"...and I was thinking that you feel so good in my arms, Mrs. Haden-"

"...Benson" she teased as she turned and straddled his waist

"You are my wife…" He smiled.

"...not for another year"

"Technically, you are…"

"Are you gonna debate me? Or are we gonna make love right here," she began to nibble her way down his neck and he was losing it. "...in the middle of the ocean, under the stars?"

When he felt her teeth graze his nipple before her lips began to kiss, then suck while she pinched the other "Oh, Queenie!" He moaned with a look of euphoria about him. "You do that so well..."

Tears slipped from Olivia's eyes and she quickly wiped them as she held David's hand.

"You were so happy that we'd gotten married, even if it was just a technicality," she said through her tears. It was a little after one in the morning and she hadn't slept or moved from the chair by his bedside all night, and the longer he stayed unconscious, the more worried she got. "You need to open your eyes…" She whispered with tears in her own as she gently stroked his forehead to move his hair away from his face. "...for your princesses. For me, David, please."

Just then, the nurse came in.

"It's after midnight. You should be resting." She said softly to Olivia, while she checked the many machines that were attached to David and entered the information into the tablet she carried.

"I don't think I could get much rest" Olivia answered, never turning her eyes away from David. "...I just need you to tell me that he'll wake up. That this will all somehow have been a bad dream and he'll be okay...what if he's not okay?" She cried as one hand rubbed her belly to soothe the baby's kicking.

"We're doing everything we can. The rest...it's in God's hands.

In tears, but trying hard to not cry them, she said quietly to the nurse. "I've lost too much to believe in God" Amanda suddenly coming to mind to mix in with everything else. "...and now my husband is lying here, and he may die because of some drunken idiot who walked away from this without a scra- I'm sorry"

But the nurse was sympathetic and came around to where Olivia was seated in the small room and she got down on her knees and hugged her. Olivia broke down in her arms and woefully sobbed while the nurse comforted her.

"It's alright...and I'm so sorry. Is there anyone that I could call? You shouldn't be alone right now."

Olivia's mind immediately fell on Nick, and how he held her when she lost Logan. Then to how they were making love when the crash happened; seeing herself spread across him, riding him while he cupped her breasts. She pulled away from the nurse, wiping her tears.

"...no, I um...I called everyone necessary. Thank you though."

Still at the hospital, Nick sat in the waiting room of the pediatrics ward. He knew that he should have left hours ago but he wouldn't feel right if he weren't helping in some way.

He knew that Olivia felt so guilty about the accident; they both did. And he figured the least he could do was watch over the girls and make sure they were okay.

"God, please," He prayed. "I love her, but I'll give her up if it means he'll be okay. At the end of the day, Ari and Soph need their dad, please don't take him away."

He thought of the prayer he made earlier. Was he really prepared to give Olivia up just that easily? He would have to for those two little girls in there. He'd been selfish with what he wanted and didn't stop to think, neither of them did but he'd fix it. Even if it meant breaking his own heart.

He looked out of the window in the waiting room with its bright colors before slowly walking off to the nurses station.

"Is it alright if I peek in on the Haden girls?" He asked. "I just want to be sure that they're okay."

"Sure, Sergeant Amaro. I'll walk you over." Nurse Amy said as she got up. "I have to check their vitals anyway."

"It's such a shame about their father" she said as she and Nick left Aria and Sophia's room, closing the door. The two were still fast asleep. "We're all praying he pulls through. And then their mother, being pregnant and so far along with all this; ugh, it's just so sad. My heart breaks for them." she said with a hand to her chest for dramatic effect.

Eight O'clock. After my morning bath, I chose, again, a long, tulle robe as my clothing, paired with a matching thong. The robe didn't leave much to the imagination; completely sheer with a deep v down the front, my nipple rings on display. It tied at the waist and had a train that flowed. I didn't know much about clothes; just what I liked, but I knew that this robe just like the others in my closet, was very expensive. and I wondered why would Damian ply me with such finery if his intent was to kill me in less than thirty days?

I continued wondering as I came into the dining room where Damian was already seated at the head of the marble table in a suit and tie, reading the newspaper.

"I'm thirsty." He said simply, without looking up from his paper the moment I entered the room.

"What would you like?" I was prepared.

"Orange juice would be nice…"

But

"...but, I'd rather your breastmilk." he continued in his thick, proper British accent.

What was it with these perverts and breastmilk? That freak, my master, gave me drugs to force lactation, not only for him but because he knew it would delight the party guests. They'd either drink it straight from the source or have me shower them with it. More often the latter; unless you count this one German guy who thought he was a vampire, liked to suckle and liked blood mixed in with his milk. I got many very painful pin pricks whenever he came.

I right away shook off my thoughts and quickly sauntered over to where Damian was seated. He stopped with his paper before folding it and putting it down on the table in front of him and moving his chair back enough for me to get up on the table, facing him. He surprised me by lifting me and placing me there.

I got up on that table and sitting there I made no sound. Damian reached for me; running his hand down my body then spreading my legs on either side of him before he began to suckle my neck while he massaged my breasts. God I didn't want it but those sensations went straight to my pussy and I was becoming very wet.

He suddenly stopped and looked up at me. He didn't say anything, just stared at me.

"You're beautiful, do you know that?"

How did he expect for me to answer that and, was this a trick? I say yes or no and he knocks the hell out of me? No thanks, I'll take the safe route. I put on a playful half-smile and sucked my bottom lip in.

"Am I?"

"You are!"

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the seat of my panties, and with a flick of his wrist, he tore them from my body.

"You like what I do to you?"

No, I don't like it you fucking wank, but I don't have much of a choice in the matter.

"Yes Damian" My body likes it and there's a huge difference.

"Ride me while I drink." He said as he unzipped and pulled that monster from its confines.

I would never get over the size of that thing.

I quickly settled onto him, stretching myself ridiculously wide for him as he impaled me with his cock and I began to ride as his mouth attached to my nipple and began to suck hard. The maids were able to see us as they went about with their chores but I had long ago learned to abandon shame. I would do whatever I had to do to survive!

And there was something I noticed as I made my way to the table: The newspaper, it sat on a stack of others that included, Le Monde, Le Figaro, and Libération. I knew those papers. Thomas read them when we were in Paris!

Until we meet again.