Beautiful Disaster

How have you gotten to this point in your life? It had started with one dream, one night… How? He has you ensnared in his trap and you know he won't let you go until he's finished. Part of you screams that you could do better; that you could find a real man to settle down with, one that will still be there after everything else has disappeared. But part of you shouts that this is the best you can do, there's no one better than him. Even if you know he's only temporary.

How did your life turn into such a beautiful disaster? He's been here before, he's made you wet like the little whore you are. He calls you that. That's his little nickname for you… You need him, you depend on him… You're trapped.

Literally.

You tug lightly on the hand cuffs around your wrists. They jingle slightly with your feeble efforts. You know you don't want to escape, that's why you don't even bother to try. The metal is cool around your wrists, loose enough not to mark your skin…but tight enough so you can't easily escape.

Your mind is still reeling at how you got into this situation. All you remember is opening the door to allow him in, and seconds later being pinned to the bed – your wrists now handcuffed to the headboard. He whispered words to soothe your pounding heart, telling you about the things he was about to do to your body. Just hearing his delectable tongue wrap around those roughly spoken words makes your body react. He reminds you to breathe as your chest rises and falls rapidly with the sound of his voice just above your ear.

Damon's here.

Again.

But you can't see him. A black, lacy blindfold hinders your vision. It's tied at the back of your head and the excess fabric spills out around your head, mingling with your hair. The small voice in the back of your head mutters that it matches your underwear: has Damon been watching you? A thrill runs throughout your body at the thought.

He remembers you.

He needs you.

Just like you need him.

The only sound in the room is your ragged breathing as you wait impatiently. He makes no noise – you know that, you're not stupid. Subconsciously you know he's here. Damon's presence is too much to be ignored. You try to control your breathing so you can hear him… It's no good. The thought of what to come makes it impossible to calm yourself. This is your dream…twice…

"Damon…" you whisper, your voice soft. When you speak you feel the air shift. He's stopped what he was previously doing. "Please, hurry…" Damon doesn't listen to you. You never expected him to. He's too strong willed; his dark eyes too secretive and dominant to give in to someone like you. But he has given into you. The way he returns means he enjoyed you last time, and that he still wants to gorge on your body, mind and soul.

As stealthy as he might be, he can't stop the bed from dipping under his body. His body. From previous visits you know it off by heart. Damon's toned and muscular, covered in flawlessly smooth skin. Easily, too easily, you remember the way his dark hair curls at the base of his neck and your fingers ache to be buried into his soft, midnight coloured hair. You also remember his other hair too. How could you forget the small happy trail of black hair that leads to his prized possession, the one thing you're still mad for?

The masculine smell of sweat and aftershave fills your nostrils. He smells of pine and the outdoors; something you wish all men could smell of. Damon's scent wraps around you, hugging your body like a cocoon. It's all over you…surrounding you. Marking you. At the thought of being forever branded as Damon's, your calming heart speeds up once again. You know he can hear your heart. You can't help it but you blush and bite your lip…

"I want to bite that lip," Damon growls lowly.

Your body reacts to his words and you shudder.

Suddenly cool hands caress your body, trailing over places that have only been touched by him alone. His rough hands caress your body like you're a precious jewel and one wrong move will make you disappear. You love the way his hands skim your sides, slowly teasing you. Blood rushes to the surface of your skin; reacting to his delicate touches. His fingers circle around your stomach, gently teasing a small, whimpering reaction from you. Eager for his touch, you try to arch yourself into his hand but he pushed you firmly to the bed, holding your hips in place.

Subconsciously you feel him settle his weight over you, but he doesn't touch you in any way. Damon leans in, his breath ghosting across your ear. He stays like that, breathing in your scent. As if he senses your arousal, he responds and he ducks his head slowly.

Damon knows your body like a map. He knows exactly how to get you begging for him. He knows how to draw your reactions from you. Above all, he knows what he wants. And he knows what you wants.

You feel his tongue on your neck, gently lapping at your pulse point. Absentmindedly you wonder if he can feel your pulse. The thought is quickly pushed away as he continues to work your skin with his tongue. It trails over your neck like fire and ice. Where ever he touches, your body explodes into flames – a mixture of arousal and determination.

You're not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

Silently, you offer him more of your neck and allow him to continue his assault. His hands join your body, gently brushing your hair back to allow him easier access. Once finished, they rest lightly on your shoulders and you shiver at his cool touch.

"Do you like this, baby girl?" he murmurs. His tongue wraps around the words and makes them sound like he's only said them to you. Like you were the only one to hear them. "I can make you forget about everything else…" he trails off on purpose.

Images of what he can do to you flash through your mind. His hands, his glorious hands and long fingers. You've felt them before and bit your lip to stop from groaning at the thought. His tongue: you've felt it in more areas than just your neck. Heat floods your body at your next thought. His cock, you know what you can do to it…and you know that he knows what to do…

Damon finishes his assault on your neck and you know he's left a mark. He likes to leave marks on your body…and you secretly enjoy it too.

His fingers run over your flesh like hot flames, setting every nerve alight in a thousand sparks. He doesn't waste much time. Cool, delectable fingers dance over your thighs with the lightest of teasing touches. You arch into his touch and this time he lets you. "Tell me what you want…" he teases, knowing that you won't break that easily.

You shake his head against his words. You hear a ghostly laugh as he chuckles to himself. You imagine him to be shaking his head at the same time, his black hair falling into his dark, dangerous eyes. The next minute you feel cold fingers, cupping you gently.

Damon's fingers circle you with a practiced persistence that has you seeing stars. You can see the stars, but he won't let you reach for them. He wants you to beg… He changes his pressure: sometimes light, fleeting touches; others rougher and touching the spot you love so much…and he hasn't even entered you yet.

For some reason you check the handcuffs again. They're still there, much to your dismay. The metal does nothing to soothe your heated skin.

Suddenly Damon's fingers leave you and you're left panting and withering for his touch. You hear the quiet rustling as soothing is moved and then you feel an ice cold sensation on your navel. Ice. Its coldness burns against your heated body but you soon get used to the feeling.

"We're going to play a little game," he whispers next to your ear, his words as sharp as a knife's edge. They cut through the silence. "The melting ice has to stay in your navel. If you spill it, then you're going to get punished." He doesn't say anything more but you don't need him to. A shudder goes through your body at the thought of being punished. Quickly he unfastens the blindfold and throws it into the corner of the room.

Damon's fingers move roughly against you, stroking against your clit. You squirm slightly under his touch and a devilish grin lights up his face. He knows exactly what to do. Above you the handcuffs jingle with your effort to stay still. Again he presses on your sweet spot. The ice moves slightly. Damon teases your clit, his eyes never leaving your face. Some of the melt water spills from your navel. He strokes your clit gently, his fingers barely brushing over you. The ice spills from your navel and you see stars.

Frozen stars light up your vision as you come around his fingers. You're shattering around him, a mass of broken pants, occasionally calling out his name. Your hips buck wildly, seeking friction that he won't let you have. Above you, Damon smirks and shows you his white teeth. His dark eyes, darker than raven's feathers, sparkle with mischief and lust.

He has you.

And he's not going to let you go.

"Oh, my baby girl. You've spilt the ice," his voice is low and daring you to say anything against him. "You know what that means don't you?" Damon traces a circuit over your neck with his tongue. His hands capture yours, lightly pressing them into the mattress. His toned body covers yours and smudges the spilt melt water over your bodies, connecting you for mere seconds. Sweat covers your body and his heated presence does nothing to cool you.

Against your thigh you can feel his thick, erect cock dripping with pre-cum. Glancing away from his deep shadowed eyes, your immediately captured by the sight of him. Nestled in dark hair is his leaking cock, aching for you.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard," he whispered seductively. His voice makes heat flare between your legs and you buck impatiently.

"Please, Damon." He smirks at you again and his eyes twinkle with lust. Damon knew he'd make you beg. He knows how to make you fall apart at the seams.

"Are you ready, slut? I bet you want my cock in your tight pussy don't you?" as he speaks he lines himself up, the tip of his cock brushing you gently. Damon dips his head suddenly, taking your breast into his mouth and his tongue gently laps around your nipple. At his actions, your breathing hitches and shallow breaths escape your parted lips. Damon's eyes never leave yours as he pushed into you slowly, teasing you.

You groan as he enters you, arching your back to try and hurry him. He continues to lap at your breast, softly closing his mouth around you. His hands leave your hands and trail over your body, caressing everywhere that's available to him. Again you test the handcuffs, wishing you could feel his heated skin, stroke him and touch him like he touches you. But you can't. He's handcuffed you for a reason. To tease you.

Damon pauses above you, testing his own strength rather than teasing you. His breathing is ragged and you're pleased that you can have such an effect on him; to have Damon, a predator, falling apart because of you. The thought is exhilarating.

He begins to move and you rock against him as much as you can. When he angles his hips he hits your sweet spot, teasing you towards the edge once more. His dark, slightly curly hair falls in his eyes, masking what he's truly feeling. Damon's a mystery and you know you'll never fully understand him. You're his and that's all. He comes to you when he needs you.

His hips meet your every time he thrusts into you. For the first time, he bows his head to kiss you. Damon's tongue plunders your mouth, touching your own tentatively. Surprisingly, you give into him, you allow him to do what he wants. Submissively you lay there, allowing him to do as he wishes.

In time with your moans, he moves his hips, quickening with every second that passes. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, only hindered by your loud moans and the way his tongue wraps around your name. You smile every time he says your name, part of you still not believing that he's here, in your bed. Damon pulls away from you to catch his breath. He's biting his lip, drawing blood from a small cut.

The handcuffs jingle in time with his thrusts and the bed creaks beneath you. "You like this, don't you?" he breathes heavily and he thrusts into you again. He's nearing his peak and you clench around him to tease him. Damon groans deep in his throat, stilling for just a second.

"Please, Damon! Harder…faster!" The words fall from your mouth, and you're not even sure what you're saying. Only that you're saying something.

He's pushing you towards the edge, pulling you along. Seconds pass and you're teetering on the edge. Not sure whether to fall into the deep abyss below. One more thrust and you fall. Fireworks light up your vision and you come in a withering, moaning mass, contracting around his thick, hard cock. Never before have you felt like this, so complete yet shattered at the same time.

Damon follows seconds after, his thrusts uneven and erratic before he comes inside you. He still for a few seconds before his arms give way and he collapses to the side of you. Quickly he unlocks the handcuffs, cradling your wrists in his hands. His thumbs gently rub your wrists and your hands tingle at the sensation.

There's something different about now and last time. Last time he left hastily, regrets falling from his mouth. But this time he lays with you, one arm slung over your waist, his hand spread out over your stomach. With his other, he pulls the covers over you.

Maybe this time, just this once, you've ensnared him enough to make him stay.

Hey up, I really wasn't going to write another shot for this pwp but the responses to the previous chapter were fantastic. I've never had such reviews before! Thanks! :D Please review and tell me what you thought! :D