Chap 17
Anya POV
I woke up on Monday feeling as if I got hit by a car, but I had to get ready for school nonetheless. I put on some foundation to cover the light bruise on my cheek from the events of the recon mission the night prior. My head feels better after a night of rest, thankfully but still not 100%.
I sat on the school bus leaning my back to the window trying to avoid direct sunlight, as I picked up my phone and squinted at the brightness, and saw no messages or calls from Damian. Part of me felt bad about it, almost rejected in a way. But I tried not to take it personally since I know he was home on Sunday and likely wasn't thinking about me.
I decided to focus on the mission since it was important I get on Berlint University campus as soon as possible. In between classes I stopped by the main office to inquire who my guidance counselor is. Apparently since my previous one recently retired, and my Science teacher has stepped in as my counselor.
I decide to speak to her before class starts, so I sprint over there before most of the other students get there. It doesn't take much convincing on my part, since I just have to play the part of the curious senior trying to find a future. I mentioned the Engineering program I found when I was researching for Damian and I project, and the research there piqued my interest. I requested a seat at a lecture during the tour, which she was most excited about, saying "This shows much initiative to your future Ms. Forger. I'll sign you and Mr. Desmond up."
I shake my head "Actually I was only asking for myself-" I wasn't trying to include Damian, he could be a distraction to my mission. "Nonsense, would it not be beneficial for both of you to sit in on the lecture since it pertained to your research?" She's right, it only makes sense we both go if we're partners. "Of course." I say I have no choice but to agree.
"Although it is quite early in the year…I'll make a couple calls." She says to herself, as I head to my seat.
It didn't take long for Damian to enter and although my heart thudded as he made his way over to our table. His face was distant and stoic as he approached, making my smile falter. As if I could feel the dark aura around his thoughts, drowning him, even as he tried to function.
I mentioned to him about the Engineering lecture at the University I signed us up for, hoping he wasn't upset. Not only was he not, he barely said a word to me, seeming way too distracted. He barely takes any notes throughout the lecture, which isn't like him at all.
Once the teacher finished the lecture and told us to use the rest of the time to work on our projects, that was the only time Damian seemed to be more himself. Even if for a brief moment.
He's sketching the design for the gloves and shoes, as we try to visualize what microchips we would need for them to function and the best placement on the surface.
A knock sounds at the door, and the teacher opens it and slides out whispering. She comes back in the classroom with the door partially open as she says "Mr. Desmond pack your things, you're needed elsewhere." He nods without a question, I lean forward to get a better look through the crack in the door and see the side profile of Demetrius.
I try to focus on his thoughts, but my mind is still sore from exerting myself the previous night. I am trying to hear his thoughts but it's like I'm going through a field of static that was never there before.
…Damian's training…
His training for what… I try to force myself to press into his mind but he walks away and I don't have the strength to push further into the hallway since I'm not fully recovered.
Damian glanced over at me "Anya you're bleeding!" I touch my nose and feel the wetness of blood as I feel it touch my lips that light headed feeling returning. The teacher rushes over with tissues passing to me as I shove it under my nose, with it being more blood than usual.
"Mr. Desmond please escort Ms. Forger to the nurses office on your way out." He gathers my things as I hold the tissues in place, and neatly packs them away in my bookbag. Slinging both of ours over his shoulder as we headed for the door.
There were snickers around the classroom, but no thoughts filtered into my mind. As my brain ached even without exerting any effort.
I entered the hallway where Demetrius was waiting for Damian, he pointed over his shoulder to me and said "I have to drop Anya off at the Nurses office." I adjusted the tissues only showing him my eyes, though recognition was clear once he saw me, he knew about me.
"Hello Anya, I've heard so much about you." Demetrius says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Wish it was under better circumstances." I motion to my bloody face. He nods and his phone vibrates and he is engrossed in it as we all walk.
This is the moment I wish I could read his mind, but the mere thought of doing so made me weak in the knees.
"How did that happen? You were fine one minute and then you were bleeding." Damian asked concerned.
"It happens from time to time, really, I'm fine." I put my arm on his while his brother was distracted to assure him I'm okay.
We rounded the corner to the nurses office, Demetrius walked ahead telling Damian "I'll meet you out front." I lowered the tissues once I was sure he was out of view turning to Damian and finally having the courage to ask "Is everything okay? You've been quieter than usual."
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah, I'm sorry I just have some family stuff I'm dealing with." he says pointing in the direction of his brother.
"Oh I see. I guess… I'll talk to you later?" I ask hopefully, but his gaze follows the doors toward the exit and he says "Maybe."
He passes me my bookbag and puts his hands in his pockets when he turns away saying "See you tomorrow." then disappearing out the double doors, to the exit.
Something is definitely up with him, I just need to find out what.
Damian POV
From the moment we left the school Demetrius was showing me anything and everything, more than I could possibly retain in a single day. There were various warehouses, we drove by, but didn't enter since some of the locations had hazardous materials stored there.
He showed me the schedule of shipments, which has a list of the codes for the cargo types and the security detail at each of the locations. I did mentally note the estate listed although no shipments are noted, however the security detail is.
Curious, how we have more security staff at the estate than any of the properties that hold the materials. Seems like father is paranoid, or he's protecting something, could quite possibly be himself. He's mad many enemies.
Demetrius does seem a bit distracted with his phone in between his lessons. I started to realize that he's constantly updating father on everything he does for the business. Most of the men that saw him coming, straightened their backs in respect for his position. Which made me envious of him, and made me want that for myself. Respect.
This went on for weeks, I would get picked up after Science and taken around and shown the ropes, showing people my face so they could get used to seeing me. Over time it became less daunting and felt more like I was just going to work almost like a routine.
But just like last time we were together, it also became a routine that Demetrius put on his cologne and made the limo stop by Katrina's before he dropped me off at the dorm. Although unlike last time where she molested him in front of the limo, he now rings the doorbell and she jumps on him as soon as she starts kissing his neck and lips as he kicks the door closed behind them.
I scoff, it's super late on a Friday and I have to sit in the Limo while he gets laid when I have my own shit I could be doing. But knowing what they were doing, made me think about Anya. I know that's wrong, but the way her worried green eyes have looked at me these past few weeks as I kept my distance. The distance, although it's supposed to create space, makes my feelings for her grow more.
But it made my heart ache more, because I shouldn't be dragging her into…my fucked up life.
I hovered over her name in my phone and I thought for a moment back to night in her bed with her, her warmth and soft body pressed against mine. The way she looked at me and smiled at me when I met her parents. Everything felt normal, and it's something I've found myself craving more and more these days.
I looked over at my brother's seat, annoyed, putting my phone down deciding against calling him. When I realized he didn't have the cologne in his pocket, it must've slipped out and was left on the seat. I ignored it for the first couple of minutes, but curiosity got the better of me. Especially knowing they're going to be at least an hour, if I'm lucky.
I slide over to my brother's seat behind the driver so he can't see what I'm up to, in case he's spying. I grab the vial, and it feels warm in my touch, nothing like a normal cologne would look like after I inspect it further. I carefully unscrew the cap and hold it just under my nose and inhale deeply.
Suddenly my senses were taken over with an overwhelming need to please and to be pleased. But I'm alone and this urge feels empty when alone, my cock hardens. I groaned loudly to myself with the sudden need to pull it out and beat the shit out of it until I cum, took over all my senses.
What the fuck is this… I think to myself as my hand goes to my pants unzipping and tugging at my waist band as if I'm not in control of my own thoughts lost in a daydream that feels lucid but psychedelic at the same time.
I grab my cock and as soon as I do I close my eyes, I imagine Anya. The feel of her hand and lips on my cock that feels too long ago. I've been so busy with my brother I haven't spent any time with her like I wanted. This cologne just makes my cock so hard I can't stop thinking about what I want to do with her.
"I've missed you Damian." Anya says in the recesses of my mind, as I imagine her stroking my cock in her small but firm grip. "I've been waiting for you." she continues when I feel the brush of her tongue against my cock and I feel it throb as if needing more from her. Her speed increases and I felt this overwhelming need lifting her mouth off my cock and flip her up laying her on the seats of the limo.
"Damian, you're my first." She says blushing up at me as I push into her without warning feeling feral in my approach and she arches against me holding me tight, her moan filling my ears that it was practically a scream. The initial feel of the tightness of her pussy walls squeezing my cock as I penetrate deep into her burying myself fully in, as she claws into me at my fullness. Knowing that I'll be the only one to dip my cock inside her, as if I'm staking my claim and marking her as mine.
I feel her pussy coating my cock in her juices, as she moans under me urging me on enthusiastically as I roll my hips into her. Remembering the sweet taste of her lips on mine, as I pump haphazardly, her moaning as loud as I wish she could be when I had my tongue inside her.
"Anya." I say panting going harder and faster as if this feeling would disappear, and me along with it. That I'm nothing outside of filling her and satisfying her, I want to hear her scream my name. I pound harder to the point where it feels like my dick will start a fire, but I fight through it, wanting this to be as good for her as it is for me.
She wraps her arms around me pulling me flush against her, her breasts bouncing against my chest. I dip my head taking a nipple in my mouth, and feel her hike her legs up higher wanting more of me, which I'm happy to provide. I shove my cock into her hard over and over pulling on the nipple between my teeth, until I couldn't hold it anymore. I pulled out of her warmth and spilled myself all over her, coating her skin in my cum as I sprayed what felt like an abnormal amount all over her.
I stroked my cock waiting for it to go limp between my fingertips, only it didn't fully go down. I was still hard as a rock, I opened my eyes realizing, that I fucked the shit out of the limo seat day dreaming about Anya and came all over it.
I grabbed one of the wet naps that Demetrius' uses when he comes back and uses it to clean off the mess on the seats. God what the fuck was that cologne, that shit must be straight pheromones' that I read about in biology.
Thinking back to how Katrina reacted every time my brother came around made me think there is something more to this relationship than what meets the eye.
I had to beat my dick three more times, until I felt raw since I didn't have any lube or anything to help until it finally went down on its own naturally. No wonder Demetrius is in there for so long, I only took a quick sniff and four orgasms later I've finally come fully back to my senses. The way she buries her face into his neck and is constantly breathing him in while they have sex, I shudder at the thought of basically being a sexual slave to him.
After almost two hours Demetrius strides back to the car adjusting his shirt and pants in his approach. He slides in and swipes the vial I conveniently put back where he left it, as I pretended to be focused on my phone.
"Sorry that it took so long." He said with a hand behind his neck smiling at me, "So is this something we normally do on business time?" I ask not to lift my eyes to him, as if it doesn't really matter to me.
He laughs loudly "Little brother, this is business." he says pouring himself some vodka, from the minibar in the limo taking a big swig.
I lower my phone, "You having sex with that woman every day is business related? Does she know it's just business?" I ask gently, prying to see if I can get more out of him.
"No, of course she doesn't. She has something information we need, so I'll keep fucking the shit out of her night after night until she trusts me enough to divulge in some pillow talk, telling me everything I need to hear." Nodding in understanding, but I did want to point out "You've been at it for weeks, has she told you anything?"
He finishes off his glass, "Not yet, but I'm close I can feel it little brother. She's already eating out of the palm of my hand begging me to spend the night with her." he starts pouring another glass.
"Why don't you?" I ask, and he stops and looks at me, "Don't I what?" Demetrius asks me confused.
"Spend the night with her. If that's what she wants, give her what she wants, in turn she'll give you what you want in return." I say simply.
He ponders on that for a moment but doesn't reply, quietly sipping the vodka. Clearly I gave him something to think about.
"So you're a love expert now?" Demetrius says clearly mockingly, I shrug my shoulders not wanting to feed into him.
He asks, putting his phone down, "Who's the girl then?" with a knowing smirk.
"I'm not doing this with you." I say firmness in my voice. He puts his hands up in defense, "sore subject I see. Anya broke your heart already?" I whip my head up at him and glare daggers into him. "I said I'm not doing this with you." I repeat.
"I knew it. After those pictures of the two of you at the party. I knew you guys were hooking up." Demetrius says lifting his phone as if the conversation already bored him.
"We're not hooking up." I say immediately, "It's…not like that." I continued.
He lowers his phone "Enlighten me, what woman has matured my brother so much, that he's giving me relationship advice." he says amused.
"Anya's a friend, we're just taking things slow…right now." I say feeling a bit nervous trying to explain it to him.
He laughs loudly, "My little brother stuck in the friend zone? That's a first, and a first to give me relationship advice. It must be something in the air.'' he says then goes back to his phone with a chuckle lingering as he continues to think about it.
"Fine don't listen to me, you'll be fucking her till your raw in the dick and she won't trust you more for it. Why would I care?" I crossed my arms pissed that he assumed I'm friend zoned. I mean I haven't really talked to her the way I used to or want to. Maybe I should call her…
Demetrius clinks his glass as he picks it up and he eyes me for a moment, then says the one thing I didn't want to hear.
"I've been holding off on telling you this, but Father wants you home. Out of the dorms by the end of next week." He says firmly, I know it was an order.
But the dorm was the one place I had away from Father from everything, it's like he's putting me on a leash. I don't respond, knowing fighting is futile.
After some time we approached the school for me to be dropped off near my dorms. I walked up the sidewalk toward the building, kicking along a rock as I went, pissed. The quad is littered with orange fliers grabbing one of the nearest walls, to read.
Looks like the school is having a party on Halloween. I take the flier in my room and try to mentally decide if I have time for a trivial party.
Between my studies and the extra duties my father put on me with my brother, I haven't had time for a social life really. Now that I'm going to be forced back home, and out of the dorms.
I climb in my bed after tossing off my shoes and peeling off my clothes. I lie on my back just on the brink of passing out, when my phone vibrates. I almost decided to ignore it, thinking it'd be Demetrius again.
But I know better than to ignore him, so I reach for my phone. However, it's a video message from Anya. I lift my phone so it's above me while I continue to lay back. Watching her with her safety goggles and the gloves she's being working on, as she tests them.
I broke out into a fit of laughter, when she got the quarter stuck in the ceiling. I know her dads going to be pissed at her. My belly tingled while the feeling of laughter slowly dissipated and I was left with that hollow feeling again.
Maybe I could try and make some time for normal...