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1. Damien

I dominate her.

Whip her.

Chain her.

Tatiana is quivering beneath me, legs coated with slick juices from her arousal. She's panting like a fucking animal. Sweat is sticky on her limbs. Tits are splattered with my cum. I harden again just from the sight.

Blonde curls cover parts of her face that are pink and flushed from my touch. She's exhausted from this little game we've played yet her nipples are hard, and her body is still alive and aware of my presence.

I tighten my hand around the end of my belt and cock my head sideways while I soak up the image of such an angry, red pussy. She's raw from the pounding of my cock into her and from the way my tongue has vigorously fucked her senseless. She can't move. Can't speak. Only can calm until she's ready again.

My cock's already hard again. Swollen and coated with some pre-cum. I grasp my shaft and give myself a quick yank, before I'm in between her legs again.

She lifts her head slightly, her hair falling out of her face as an expression of passion makes her lips part into an 'O' and a small moan escape off her tongue. I rub the fat head of my cock against her folds and shake as the warmth from that delicious cunt covers my rod.

I thrust, and every inch of my cock is sucked deep into her pussy. I inhale a sharp breath.

"Oh, Damien," She purrs like a kitten, delirious with need for me, my body, my hands, my touch. She's strung out on me like a fucking junky, and I love the power I hold over her.

I watch her take my cock. She arches her back, pulling at the chains around her wrists just to push me as far as I can go. My cock disappears inside of her, and we simultaneously groan in ecstasy. It's so fucking good. Her cunt squeezes my dick furiously.

I rock my hips hard against her and drop the belt in my hand, so I can grab her hips aggressively. I use my control over her body to slam her on me. She whimpers and tosses her head back and forth while moaning uncontrollably. The friction from her pussy drives me fucking insane.

"Such a tight cunt, Tatiana."

"I'm gonna cum," She squeaks. I dig my nails into the flesh of her thighs enough to create red marks and give her a hard stare.

"Beg me for it," I demand. "Beg me to let you cum." I know she will. She wants to feel exactly how much her body enjoys me. She'll sell her fucking soul for it.

"Oh please, Damien. Let me cum on your cock. You make me feel so good!" She exclaims, and once again pulls against her chains. I close my eyes and enjoy being buried inside of her for a moment, before moving my hand to her clit.

Her clit's swollen and red, and her pussy clenches when I begin to rub her. She won't hold on much longer. She clenches a lot when she gets close and she's squeezing the cum right out of my fucking balls.

"I'm going to break you in half on this dick," I threaten with a growl, and lean forward to twist her hair in my hands. I yank her head backwards and place my mouth on her neck. She groans from the mixture of pain and pleasure as I tug on her hair, and nibble on her neck.

"Damien please!" She begs. She's close. So close and all I can do is marvel in how fucking tight she's become.

Her face is flushed, and she looks ready to pass out from over stimulation.

"Cum on my cock, Tatiana. Squeeze me while I empty my cum inside of you."

She cries out loudly, and I feel her twitch and spasm around my rod. Her limbs are shaking both of us. I fucking vibrate inside of her cunt.

Her eyes close and she takes a few shallow breaths before trying to calm herself.

I pull out of her and grab my shaft and groan. My hand slips as I stroke myself. My cocks raw and slippery from our cum. The smell of her is all over me.

The thick atmosphere of sex and cum is disturbed by the ringing of my phone. I bend to grab it from my pants which are in a heap on the floor and press the call button before holding it to my ear.

"Damien Sinclair," I answer, and I'm cut off by Kassandra's sharp voice.

"You son-of-a-bitch, you are supposed to have dinner tonight with the Molson's. Get your ass here now."

I pull my phone away from my ear and glance at the time.

"You're thirty minutes late, I've been stalling them hoping you truly haven't failed again."

"Fuck," I snap, and try to hold my phone with my ear and shoulder as I pull on my suit pants. My shirt, tie and jacket are hanging on a rack with whips. I rush over to them. Tatiana moves a little to look curiously at me.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Make it ten," She hisses. "And Damien? Get a fucking secretary, a temp, anything. I can't keep doing this, I have my own shit."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." I reply curtly, before ending the call.

If I had a secretary I'd probably fucking be on time. Kassandra is helpful but not one step ahead of things. She's just another lawyer at my firm – the one I started the firm up with, but she's right about getting a secretary. Fuck.

I unchain Tatiana who rubs her wrists.

"I've gotta go."

"Okay," She says quietly but she's smart not to ask me anything about my personal life. This is just sex. Release. It's all I need it to be.

I'm out the door before my shirt is buttoned up and my jacket's on.


The first person I see when I arrive at Tokyo's finest cuisine is Kassandra. She's not happy. Her face is pinched into an angry expression and her hand is on her hip. She glares at me as I walk up to the front door.

"You're late," She grumbles and grimaces. I roll my eyes and brush past her, but she manages to keep up with my hasty stride.

"We've already established that."

She doesn't like my answer. She wants an apology.

"What the fuck were you doing?" She snaps at me with a soft voice, so the maître d doesn't hear her. Tatiana chained and being fucked flashes behind my lids, and I smirk. Kassandra doesn't like that either and swats my arm angrily.

"You were out fucking someone weren't you."

"It's nine o'clock at night, when I get ass is none of your business."

Kassandra grabs my arm and we stop. She uses her fingers to point to her and then me.

"If you're late for a client with our company then it is my business. You can get your dick wet on your own time."

I thought it was my own fucking time.

I clench my jaw and keep myself from saying something I'll regret. I use my hand to remove hers from my arm and straighten my clothes. I notice the Molson's sitting at the table sipping their drinks. Jackson Molson glances at his watch. His soon to be ex-wife looks around the room with sullen. Her lawyer mulls through paperwork.

"This'll be fucking fun."

"Just pull yourself together and work your fucking magic." Kass shoots me a quick smile. "Do whatever it is that makes you so popular, shoot rainbows out of your ass for all I care. Jackson has inherited millions from his families programming software development. This firm and you will see a pretty penny."

I wave her away.

"Also, I called in a favor. An assistant!" She says cheerfully. "I guess she's good. She starts tomorrow. Stop fucking firing them." With those last words, she smacks me on the ass and sends me on my way.

I plaster my best professional smile on my face and head towards the table. Jackson's eyes narrow as I get closer but he doesn't address my tardiness. As for his wife the only thing she's addressing is my body. I watch her glance me up and down before meeting my eyes. She smiles at me, and her tongue darts out along her bottom lip.

I've seen that look before.

Desire.

Despite my sex filled evening my cock stirs alive in my pants. For a moment it clouds my judgement and I think I may be representing the wrong team.

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