The Maid's Deception-Chapter 39 - 38: A Taste Of Forbidden Fruit

DAMIEN’S POV

Damien looked down at Aria lips swollen, eyes glazed, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock....and nearly lost control.

She looked absolutely debauched. Ruined. His.

And she was so wet he could smell her arousal in the steamy air of the bathroom.

"Stand up," he commanded.

She rose on shaking legs, and he immediately grabbed the hem of her uniform dress and pulled it over her head. She gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists.

"Don’t. I want to see you."

Her bra and panties were simple cotton.....nothing fancy....but the wet patch on her panties was unmistakable.

"You got wet from sucking my dick," he said, sliding one hand down to cup her through the damp fabric. "Didn’t you?"

"I....I don’t know....I couldn’t help...."

"Shh." He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled her panties down. "This is exactly what I wanted. For you to understand that pleasure isn’t just about what I do to you. It’s about what you do for me. How serving me, pleasing me, makes your body respond."

He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Now she was completely naked, trembling, aroused beyond measure.

"Into the shower," he said. "Now."

He guided her under the spray.....warm but not hot.....and pressed her back against the tiled wall. His hands roamed over her wet body, exploring, claiming, making her gasp and whimper.

"I’m going to make you come," Damien murmured against her ear. "But first, I’m going to show you what it feels like to have me inside you. Just a taste. Just enough to drive you insane."

"Please...."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. I’m ready. I want...."

"I know what you want." His hand slid between her thighs, two fingers pushing inside her easily. She was so wet, so ready. "But it’s not time yet."

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock replacing his fingers, and pressed just the tip inside.

Aria cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance. "Oh god..."

"Just the tip," Damien said through gritted teeth. His control was hanging by a thread. She felt incredible.....tight and hot and perfect. "I’m going to give you just enough to make you desperate."

He pushed in another inch, stretching her, and felt her body resist slightly. Virgin. She was so fucking tight.

"More," she begged. "Please, Damien, more....."

"No." He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in...just two inches, no more. Teasing. Torturing them both. "Not until you’re ready."

"I am ready....."

"You’re not." Another shallow thrust. Another whimper from her. "When I finally take your virginity, Sarah, it’s going to be in my bed. Where I can take my time. Where I can make sure your first time is everything it should be. Not rushed in a shower. Not quick and desperate."

He pulled out completely, ignoring her sob of protest, and replaced his cock with three fingers. Pushing deep, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

"But I can still make you come," he said. "Still make you fall apart for me."

His thumb found her clit, circling with firm pressure while his fingers worked inside her. The combination was devastating.....Aria’s back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built rapidly.

"That’s it. Come for me. Show me who you belong to."

She shattered with a scream that echoed off the bathroom tiles, her body clenching around his fingers as the orgasm tore through her.

Damien didn’t let up. Kept working her through it and immediately into another one. His fingers never stopped, his thumb relentless on her clit.

"Again," he commanded. "Give me another one."

"I can’t....too much..."

"You can. And you will."

The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Aria sobbed his name, tears mixing with the shower spray, her entire body shaking with the force of it.

Only then did he withdraw his fingers, gathering her trembling body against his chest as the water continued to cascade over them.

"Perfect," he murmured into her wet hair. "You’re absolutely perfect."

She clung to him, boneless and spent, and Damien felt something shift in his chest. Something that went beyond obsession, beyond possession.

This woman...this lying, scheming, desperate woman....had somehow gotten under his skin in a way no one else ever had.

He wanted to protect her. Wanted to give her everything she needed. Wanted to make all her pain disappear.

But first, she needed to trust him. Needed to confess. Needed to choose him over her mission.

And he’d do whatever it took to make that happen.

Even if it meant torturing them both in the process.

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ARIA’S POV

Aria couldn’t move. Could barely think. Her body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong.

Damien held her under the spray, his hands gentle now, soothing. Like he hadn’t just reduced her to a sobbing, desperate mess.

"Why?" she finally managed. "Why won’t you...."

"Because it matters," he said simply. "Your first time matters. And I won’t take it in a moment of desperation. I’ll take it when you’re ready to give me everything. Not just your body, but your trust. Your honesty. Your heart."

The words made her chest ache with guilt.

He wanted her honesty. Her trust. Everything she couldn’t give him because of the lies she was drowning in.

"What if I can’t give you those things?" she whispered.

"You can. And you will." He tilted her face up to look at him. "I’ll wait as long as it takes, Sarah. But when you finally surrender....when you finally trust me enough to show me who you really are....I’m going to make it worth every moment you made me wait."

He kissed her softly, then turned off the water and wrapped her in a plush towel.

"Get dressed," he said. "Eat something. And tonight...." His smile turned dark. "Tonight we continue your education. I have plans for you that involve the vibrator and my office desk."

She should protest. Should say no. Should create boundaries.

But as she dressed in her damp uniform, her body still tingling from his touch, all she could think about was tonight. About what new torments he’d devise. About how much deeper she’d fall before this was all over.

Her phone buzzed as she was leaving his office. Marcus.

Your mother was moved to ICU last night. She’s asking for you. You need to hurry.

The guilt crashed over her fresh and devastating.

While she’d been on her knees in Damien’s bathroom, while she’d been begging him to fuck her, while she’d been falling apart in his arms....her mother had been dying.

She had to move faster. Had to complete the mission. Had to stop letting her feelings for Damien distract her from what mattered.

Even if it meant destroying the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Even if it meant losing the man she was terrifyingly close to loving.