Jane gets a lesson from Damon
written by:
Bitemeplease

Hi, remember me? Jane, as in Jane Doe? Sorry my last outing wasn't much fun, but last night was unbelievable! Let me tell you all about it.

I was in the mood to celebrate, I had just had an incredible meeting with my new agent about the book launch. I couldn't believe it I thought I was only coming over to the US to meet with a publisher who might be interested in my books, but my agent had worked wonders and not only had they published my book but they also wanted me to do a book tour and they had offered me a significant sum for the follow up book. Plus depending on how the sales went that would double for the final instalment of the trilogy, which would mean I could finally leave that horrible sales office I work in.

So there I was in another country, I didn't know anyone, what was I to do? Was I to go out on the town and pull a cute guy? Or was I going to go down to the hotel bar by myself for a quiet drink and write?

Yep I took my notepad to the hotel bar and ordered a glass of champagne to drink alone. But hey at least I wasn't technically alone, there were other people there. I was struggling with a part on one of my new stories, and to tell the truth I was actually on the verge of giving up on it and turning to the back of my pad and writing one of the stories I publish here. I smiled to myself and glanced around at the other people in the bar wondering what they would think if they knew what I was going to be writing.

My eyes lit upon a young looking man sat by himself, he stood out for a few reasons, 1) he was incredibly sexy looking, 2) he looked about my age, which meant he and I were the youngest there by at least 20-30 years, 3) there was something vaguely familiar about him that I couldn't put my finger on and finally 4) he was staring intently at my legs.

I crossed them rather self consciously and tucked them around the legs of my stool, don't get me wrong I'm incredibly proud of my legs. I owned 2 x 33" white shapely pins, which was why I had changed my picture on my profile to a picture of them in a pair of my favourite shoes. In fact I was wearing those shoes now, no the reason I was self conscious was because I was also wearing a skirt that skimmed the tops of my knees and as per usual I had reverted to my norm of sitting comfortably rather than sitting ‘appropriately'.

His eyes flicked to my face and I quickly looked away blushing profusely, damn my white skin that showed off my blushes like a giant neon sign. I kept my head down and concentrated on my story, I had decided to re visit 2 of my favourite characters from a previous story. I risked a glance up, not moving my head hoping to get a surreptitious look at him.

Unfortunately at that point he was staring at me a puzzled frown on his face, that frown suddenly disappeared and he grinned broadly. He lifted his glass at me in a salute and nodded his head. I wished I could've lifted my glass in response or even gestured to the empty chair at my table, but this is me we're talking about and guess what? Yep I blushed again and quickly looked away.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him move and I couldn't decide if I wanted him to sit down or if I wanted him to walk past me to the bar. He did the latter. I took the opportunity to study him as he ordered another drink, again there was that puzzling sensation that he seemed somehow familiar to me but I couldn't put my finger on it. That feeling was intensified when he looked to the side. Why was he so familiar?

I quickly looked away as he turned round and leaned against the bar looking at me again, I let my hair fall over my face using it as a shield so I could watch him without him seeing me. He picked up 2 drinks and walked directly over to me.

He placed a fresh glass of champagne in front of me and sat down next to me without even asking if the chair was free.

"So are you celebrating Bite?" He asked smirking cockily at me.

"Erm what?" I stammered. Had he just called me Bite?

He leaned forward and craned his head to see what I was writing. "What's this? A new story? For your books or for ES?" He asked.

I honestly didn't think I could get any redder than I was right then. He chuckled as I closed my note pad, pulling it in closer to me.

"You can't hide those legs and those eyes. I know who you are." He leaned in and whispered to me. "And since you are so polite I will be happy to bite you anywhere you want. But you'll probably guess where I want to sink my teeth." He leaned back and winked at me.

Well I was shocked, apparently I could go a lot redder and not burst into flames - who knew? I had tried to keep my ES identity secret, hence the lack of detail in my picture, how the Hell had he figured it out? And just who the Hell was he?

"Aw Bite, I'm hurt, you don't know who I am do you? And I thought I was one of your favourites." He pouted sexily as he took a drink. He was so confident, so cocky, and I still had no clue who he was I just frowned at him. "I'll give you a clue, my name starts with a D and I want to sink my teeth into that firm luscious ass of yours."

"D-Damon?" I stuttered my eyes going wide. "No shit!"

Damon laughed and nodded pushing the new glass of champagne towards me. "You still haven't told me what you're celebrating."

"I'm now an official published writer." I announced proudly. "Well I will be in a couple of months."

"Congratulations. Is that why you're out of the UK?"

I nodded taking a sip. "And you? Why are you out of Canada?"

"Business and a little pleasure." He said winking at me making me laugh.

"From what I read is it ever not pleasurable for you?"

Damon chuckled and tilted his glass to me in a salute. "I'm not ashamed to say you're right. But what about you?"

"What about me what?"

"Is True Story really true? Have you never....?"

I didn't say anything I just looked down at my drink and cursed my bright red cheeks.

Damon roared with laughter.

"Oh yeah really funny." I muttered.

"I'm sorry I'm not laughing about that, I'm laughing at the fact that you write erotic stories and yet you blush so much when talking about sex. So what else is true about you? What else have you put in your stories? Hmm let me guess..." He trailed off thoughtfully looking at me.

I frowned at him. "You've read my stories, but I thought you hated romance."

"With boring sex yes, I take it you've read my interview?" I nodded. "But I was also curious about you. I know the legs are true." He continued titling his head to look at them. "And very nice too."

"Thank you." I mumbled not sure what else to say.

"And obviously the red hair." He gestured with his glass to my hair. "But what I want to know is, the mole under your which one was it? Your right or left breast?"

"Right." I mumbled my skin heating up again getting another chuckle from Damon. I drained my glass and he motioned to the bartender to bring another round over.

"How about the tattoo?"

I nodded and smiled, that was safer at least. "Wanna see?" I asked. At his grin and nod I slipped from the stool and pulled the back of my skirt down low enough for him to see.

"Nice." He said. "Any chance of me licking it?"

I whipped round to see him raising his eyebrows at me. "No!" I gasped. "I'm not like the girls in your stories and if that's what you think you can bugger off."

Damon laughed and apologised and promised to talk about something else when our drinks were brought over.

Several drinks, some really good conversation and a lot of laughs later the topic soon switched back to sex and somehow I initiated it, I think.

"I do have another question for you about your descriptions of yourself, why do you say you're fat? I mean you're not." Damon said.

"Actually I am." I replied.

"But look at you, you don't look that big."

"Well I am sat down with a table blocking my stomach, plus it's also the good use of concealing clothing. Believe me you'll sing a different tune when you see me naked. Um....I mean...." I closed my eyes my blushes returning full force.

"Have you always been like this?" He asked.

"What putting my foot in my mouth when I've had a few to drink? No. I can do it stone cold sober as well." I said matter of factly.

"No I mean this way about sex? You're really not comfortable talking about it are you?"

"Not really no. I don't know why it is, I mean I can write about it and fantasise about it. But talking? I don't know I freeze up, my face goes red and I feel like a total tit."

"What about during? Do you talk dirty when you fuck?"

I shook my head. "Never have."

"Seriously? Why ever not?"

I shrugged, I don't know whether it was the alcohol or just Damon's confident nature but I found myself talking to him about this stuff. "I don't know, it could be because I'm not all that confident in myself." I thought about this. "I guess I feel foolish because I don't really know what to say, plus I can't see anyone being attracted to me. So for me to say sexy things to them just seems too full of myself."

Damon choked on the drink he was taking. "How the Hell is talking dirty being too full of yourself? And what's all this about not being attractive? Who told you that? Was it an ex?"

I shook my head. "Not exactly, I was bullied at school by my so called ‘friends'. Long story short they tore down everything about me and any pride in myself was considered the worst thing possible and I was accused of being big headed. Don't worry I'm over it." I said to his look of concern. "But I guess some things still remain."

"Well if it makes you feel better I'd like to fuck you." He said bluntly, this time making me choke on my drink.

"You don't have to say that." I said once I could breathe again.

He shrugged. "I'm not. How about I take you up to my room and show you just how attractive you really are and you never know I could help you out with your other problem."

"What other problem?" I asked innocently swirling the remains of drink in my glass knowing full well what he meant.

"You know, your not enjoying sex."

I smiled wryly. "I do enjoy it, just not mind blowing, screaming type enjoyment."

"And what about by yourself?"

I shrugged. "Again I do enjoy myself....to a point." I raised my arms and let them flop on the table. "Honestly I don't even think I can. Ugh!" I groaned and flopped my head on the table. "I think I'm broken."

"You're not broken." Damon said stroking my hair and trying hard not to laugh.

I lifted my head to look at him. "I also think I shouldn't have any more to drink."

He did laugh at that. "Good plan. But I also think you need something else."

"Oh yeah and what's that?"

"You need someone to really show you what to do. To give you confidence and a really good fucking."

I snorted a laugh and sat back. "Oh yeah I kinda figured that one out myself. Unfortunately I have found there is a distinct lack of volunteers for that."

"What about me?"

"Excuse me?"

"How about we go up to my room and I show you just how much you can really enjoy sex."

"No!...I mean...I'm not like that....I don't do casual sex."

Damon leaned forward and murmured very sexily to me. "I can promise you there will be nothing casual about what I do. "

"But...but I don't want...." I tried to say as images of what he might do to me flashed through my mind.

"Oh I think you do want. Are you telling me if I slide my hand up your skirt I won't find you wet?" He asked as his hand slid up my thigh.

I clamped my legs together, trapping his hand making him chuckle as I could feel not only my face going red but my chest as well. This was because I knew he was right, I was wet but I didn't want him to know that. Did I?

The more I thought about it the more it made sense. This guy obviously knew what he was doing, he knew I didn't and he didn't care, in fact he said he would help me and show me. Plus it's not like we would ever meet again and ok I was only tipsy not completely drunk but I could always blame the booze.

"Fuck it, let's do it." I said looking him directly in the eye.

Damon laughed. "Wow you really know how to seduce a guy."

"And here I was thinking it was you doing the seducing." I said raising my eyebrows at him. Then I gasped as I had relaxed my thighs and he had moved his hand up and slid a finger past my knickers and into my wet slit.

"You're right and so am I. Come on then." He said grinning at me before standing up and removing his hand. He slipped his wet digit into his mouth. "Mmm, yummy." He said shocking me before he took his wallet out and threw some cash on the table.

"Oh wait, how much?" I asked picking up my bag.

"A night with me." Damon replied taking my hand and leading me to the elevators before I could protest.

Was I really doing this? Was I really going to fuck a complete stranger? Someone I hadn't even kissed? Moments later I wasn't thinking that as once we were in the elevator Damon had me pressed up against the wall as he kissed me.

There was no softness in the kiss at all, his tongue thrust it's way into my mouth and wrapped around mine. He claimed my mouth, letting me know in no uncertain terms that I was going to get fucked tonight. I moaned into his mouth kissing him back just as fiercely. His hand slipped under my top and squeezed my breast, his thumb and finger tweaking the nipple hard.

The elevator doors opened and without breaking the kiss he pulled me out and down the corridor. He only stopped kissing me when he couldn't get his key card to work on the door.

"Stupid fucking thing!" He snapped trying it again. "Oh." He said looking up at the number on the door and grinning at me sheepishly. "Helps if I get the right room!" Making me dissolve into giggles.

He looked up the hall and led me to a door further down and this time the key card worked first time. He opened the door with a flourish and bowed low as he gestured for me to enter. I walked past him my mind spinning, I wanted this but I didn't. It made sense to have someone teach me what to do, but not only was I embarrassed but I also really wanted to fuck him.

But then all cognitive thought disappeared as he grabbed me and yanked my top up and over my head. Damon latched his mouth onto my nipple through my lacy bra, making my breath catch. Then he bit it - hard - and I cried out arching my back. He lifted his head and gave me a right shit-eating grin as he dispensed with my bra and his top.

"Don't look so smug." I said arching my eyebrows at him. "You've done nothing special yet." I grinned wickedly as his smug smile faltered slightly.

But then he grinned. "I love a challenge." He said pushing me back onto the bed making me giggle at the determined look on his face.

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked, fully expecting him to tell me to turn over but he didn't.

"You just lie back and enjoy yourself." He said kneeling down and removing my shoes pressing soft kisses to them and working up my legs. He paused and lifted his head doing that wicked grin of his that made his eyes twinkle. "For now that is."

He worked his way up my legs, when he got to the top he slowly pulled my skirt and knickers down so I was completely naked in front of him. I closed my eyes as I could feel my face burning with embarrassment over how overweight I was. A second later they popped wide when he parted my pussy lips and dove straight in with his tongue.

My God this man really liked to eat pussy and he was good at it as well. As he alternated between lashing my clit with his tongue and teasing round it I could feel the familiar feelings building. He sucked my clit into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth making my hips jerk involuntary, maybe this would be it, I thought as he inserted first one then a second finger and I felt the pressure build as he thrust them in again and again fucking me with his fingers as his tongue worked wonders on my clit.

And then.........nothing, nada, zip, not a sausage, nowt, zero, bupkiss. Yeah you get the drift, I was concentrating so much on waiting for the thrill that would finally tip me over the edge and as per usual there was the big build up and then it just stops. Not that I wasn't enjoying it, and believe me I was - but there was a limit to my enjoyment, a very frustrating limit to it.

I wondered just how long I should let him continue because I knew only too well that no matter what else he tried my body was not going to let anything else happen. About 10 minutes later I was seriously debating faking it, but since I hadn't actually experienced one before I was wondering whether he'd notice when he lifted his head.

"You're not enjoying this are you?" He asked.

I smiled sheepishly. "I wouldn't say that. I mean you are quite good, I just..."

"You're thinking too much aren't you?"

I shrugged and sighed closing my eyes. "Look you tried ok? I think it's obvious it's just not going to happen for me."

Damon sat up and looked at me. "So you want to leave?"

"No! I mean it's not exactly fair on you." I replied looking at the bulge in his jeans, his rather large bulge. "I mean if you still want to."

"So you're still willing for me to fuck you even if you don't enjoy it?"

"I am enjoying it." I say sitting up. "It's difficult to explain, I get pleasure I just can't get extreme pleasure. So if you're as good as your tongue then I'm pretty certain I'll enjoy it." I grinned at the smile spreading across his face.

I reached over and started to open his jeans, but he stood up and moved away. I frowned thinking that maybe he had changed his mind but he quickly shed his jeans and climbed back on the bed. He grinned as my eyes widened taking in his cock, I honestly hadn't see one that big in real life. I saw the smug look return to his face and rolled my eyes.

I suddenly squeaked in surprise when he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down the bed, he fitted his cock to the entrance to my pussy and thrust inside me in one swift movement. I was already so wet he managed to do it, if I hadn't I knew he would've struggled. I have never been filled so full and couldn't help crying out at the sudden burst of pleasure.....maybe now I could??

I wrapped my legs around Damon's waist and gripped his firm ass (and believe me it's a nice firm ass) and held on for the ride as he thrust into me hard and fast (oh God I love that) and again the pleasure built and I waited for this elusive orgasm to hit me and.................

........Fuck all happened!!

I closed my eyes in frustration as I felt my body hit that block and settle back to how I've always been.

"Stop thinking." Damon said stopping his movements.

"That's just as likely as you telling me to stop breathing." I retorted back flexing my hips, I may not be able to have an orgasm but his cock felt too good to stop moving.

"Well tough, I think that's your problem you over think things. Just let it happen."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Easier said than done!" I snapped frustrated more than ever that he wouldn't move.

"Fine, then let's start your other teaching." Damon sighed.

"Other teaching?"

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to move." I replied.

Damon didn't he just stared down at me for a moment then wiggled his eyebrows. "There I moved." He said.

"You know what I mean." I growled angrily at him trying to lift my hips but he had his weight on them and I could barely move.

"I need to hear more."

"OK fine I need you to thrust into me as you were, hard." I stared into his eyes ignoring the blush that was rising on my cheeks.

"Not good enough." Damon murmured as he brushed his lips across mine teasing me. "Why don't you tell me you want me to fuck you hard and fast, you want me to shove my hard cock into your willing cunt?"

"Not a chance. I hate that word."

"Then use your own or don't you want me to?...." He said slowly pulling out and suddenly slamming back into me making me gasp.

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment but I didn't want him to stop so I swallowed my embarrassment and told him. "I want you to fuck my pussy hard and fast."

Damon grinned and started doing just that. "What else?" He asked, how the Hell can he still talk when fucking me so fast?

"I want....I want...." I panted trying to think of what else to say, I knew what I wanted but didn't know if I had the guts to. "I want you to turn me over and fuck me from behind....I want you to show me just what you can do with that beautiful hard cock of yours......I want....I want to lick and suck your cock.....I....."

I was concentrating so much on what to say that I hadn't noticed the pleasure building in me as he worked his cock in and out me - well I had noticed but I hadn't concentrated on it and all of a sudden it felt like my world was going to explode.....

.......Then it did! I threw my head back and screamed as my first ever orgasm hit me. And my God! What an orgasm! Damon didn't let up on his fucking, in fact if anything it spurred him on (don't ask me where he gets his energy from) he slammed into me so hard all the way through my climax and I couldn't do anything but ride the waves of pleasure he was creating in me.

Then he pulled out of me and I almost sighed with relief as I began to coast down, but he hadn't finished with me just yet. He turned me so I was on all fours and thrust into me again setting off yet another orgasm in me.

"Your pussy is mine isn't it?" He said roughly. "Say it. Only I can make you cum!"

"Only you!" I gasped as he pounded into me.

"What belongs to me?" He demanded as he reached round and played with my clit.

I gritted my teeth unable to give him that, I'm far too independent and strong willed to belong to anyone - even if it is just a part of me.

"Say it!" Damon snapped and he smacked my arse - he actually smacked it!

Ok yeah I knew what he wrote about but I still didn't expect that!

"Say it!" SMACK!!!

"Go fuck yourself!" I snapped back, but pushed back against him as I could feel another climax rushing towards me.

Damon laughed a rather wicked laugh as he removed his finger from my clit making me growl in frustration and slam back against him in renewed vigour, he had shown me what I could experience it and by God I was going to cum again with or without his help!

My thrusts faltered when I felt where he had moved his finger to, he spread my juices over the tight hole of my arse.

"Anyone been here yet?" He asked.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, unsure of whether I wanted him to actually do what I knew he would do. I have fantasised about it but fantasising and doing are 2 completely different things.

But then he went right ahead and did it, he slid his finger into my arse and it was the thing that pushed me over the edge and my third orgasm of the night hit me, my arms collapsed and finally I heard Damon give a shout and felt his cock twitch inside me as he too came.

He pulled out of me and I rolled over with a groan as he collapsed next to me, I looked over to him and regretted it immediately as I took in the huge smug and satisfied smile that was on his face. Ok I was grateful and all that but did he have to look so smug?

"Um you did put on a condom didn't you? Because I'm pretty certain I'm fertile right now." I said seriously to him.

My sincere face dissolved into laughter at the complete and utter panic on his face. "I'm sorry I couldn't help it." I laughed. "It's ok I've got an implant."

"You bitch!" Damon said, but grinning to take any malice out of the words.

"Well it serves you right for looking so smug."

He grinned again. "I think I have a lot to be smug about, I mean I am batting 2 for 2."

I sat up on my elbows and glared at him. "Hate to break it to you but it's not as though there was much competition."

Damon's eyes narrowed and he rolled over and opened a drawer in his bedside cabinet.

"What're doing?" I ask.

"You need teaching a lesson in respect." He replied turning round and grabbing my arm. *click* He locked one side of a pair of handcuffs around my wrist.

"I'm far too independent to be dominated by you." I say with all seriousness and I was, I could never see myself being totally submissive it just wasn't in my nature.

"We'll see." He said grinning wickedly at me, suddenly pushing and rolling me over and before I knew it *click* my other wrist was in the cuffs so I was now laid on my front with my hands bound behind me.

I tried to struggle against them to no avail. "Let me out Damon." I snapped, then gasped as he reached round and tweaked my nipple hard.

"Just try it." He whispered seductively in my ear. "As soon as it gets too much just say ‘no more' and I'll stop what I'm doing. ‘Free me' will get you released." He tweaked my nipple again before moving away.

The words ‘free me' were on my lips but then I paused, why not give it a try. If I really truly hated it then I could always stop him and he would stop.....right?

A shiver of fear ran through me, but my thought of whether or not I could really trust him was interrupted by what was thrown on the bed by my head. Lube.

Ok I know it's Damon but there was a small part of me that thought maybe he wouldn't. I guess I was wrong. Again there was that frisson of fear that ran through me, but there was also a tingling in my clit that told me there was also excitement along with that fear.

Damon ran his hand down my back and traced the wings etched onto my skin. "You're skin is so smooth." He murmured softly.

"Baby oil." I replied, my voice muffled by the pillows.

He leant down and ran his tongue over my tattoo, before swirling it lower over my arse (or ass for those non-brits). I shivered in pleasure, then squealed in shock and surprise at the sudden pain of him sinking his teeth into first one cheek then the other before soothing them with his tongue. He moved lower as his hands parted my cheeks and he moved his tongue over the tight entrance to my arse.

No one had ever done that before and it was an intriguing sensation. A sensation that turned pleasurable when he pressed his tongue into it. I moaned into the pillow and couldn't help pushing back against him, especially when he slipped his fingers into my wet slit probing and circling my clit.

It was like that barrier I had carried around for my whole life had been completely destroyed as I could feel my body responding a lot faster than I was ever used to and as he thrust his tongue into my arse again and again I came with a muffled shout. As I lay there gasping I felt Damon move behind me, he leant over and picked up the lube.

I tensed in anticipation of what was going to happen next, the time he was taking to lube himself up seemed to stretch out forever, so when he drizzled the cool liquid over my arse I jumped making him chuckle quietly. He rubbed in into my skin and pressed his finger inside my tight virgin hole spreading the lube inside, I moaned into the pillows as he inserted another finger then another stretching me.

I tensed when he removed them and fitted his cock head to my opening, He must've felt this as he reached round and toyed with my clit until I relaxed enough for his to force his cock head past my tight muscles.

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pain! Ok I kinda figured that there would be some discomfort but this? I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry out "no more" but I couldn't catch my breath enough to make a sound as Damon worked his cock in and out my tight painful orifice getting deeper and deeper with each stroke. The pain lessened enough for me to take a deep breath and I turned my head to ask him to stop but when I opened my mouth, all that came out was a moan. Now the pain had stopped being the foremost thing in my mind the pleasure started to creep through. Before I knew it His balls were slapping against my pussy and his gentle rocking soon became harder thrusts until he has well and truly fucking my arse and my God did I love it!

Somehow the fact that I couldn't move due to my arms being handcuffed behind my back increased my pleasure and I suddenly came without warning screaming like a banshee.

"Your ass is mine!" Damon shouted as he pounded vigorously into me making me cry out with each thrust.

"Say it." He demanded increasing the speed.

All I could manage was a groan as I felt another orgasm build up in me, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything except lie there and take it.

SMACK - There he was smacking my arse again, and I was never going to admit it to him but it sent a shockwave of pleasure/pain through me.

SMACK!!! I cried out in both pleasure and pain. SMACK!!!!

"Ok! Ok!!" I screamed, I really couldn't take anymore. "My arse is yours. It's yours! All yours!" I cried out as my orgasm washed over me.

As soon as I came down enough to realise what I said and I regretted it, my independent nature rearing it's head in protest over admitting any part of me belonged to anyone. So I muttered under my breath. "For now."

That was a mistake, Damon grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, never once stopping in his thrusting - this man was a machine did he ever stop? I was so tired and even though my muscles were still spasming from my last orgasm and I felt like my muscles were made out of jelly and all I wanted to do was sleep I could feel another build up in me.

"What did you say?" He demanded, pulling my head back as far as it would go.

I gritted my teeth, refusing to submit, I knew what he wanted and I knew what was coming next but I still couldn't do it.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

I cried out and tried to jerk away, but I was totally immobilised, but that slight movement caused Damon to hiss his breath over his teeth so I jerked again and again using up the last of my energy and almost pulling my hair from my head. Just when my legs collapsed Damon released my hair and sank his fingers into the cheeks of my arse pulling them apart as he cried out and spurted his seed inside me. Which unbelievably set off another orgasm in me, I think my body did the only thing it knew how to do after so much stimulation it shut down and I blacked out for the first time ever.

..................

I woke up to find my wrists released from the handcuffs and I was covered with the sheet. I rolled over to find Damon snoring softly beside me his arm flung above him in total abandonment of sleep. I sat up and stretched, my muscles felt as they did after a good session at the gym - Hell after a good session at the gym and followed by a body combat class!

I smiled down at the sleeping man, I really had had a fantastic night and he had helped me tremendously. I glanced at the time and realised it was very early in the morning (I was still on UK time as I had only been here a couple of days) and I was tempted to give him something back for everything he helped me with. But what could I give him?

My eyes lit upon the handcuffs laying on the bedside cabinet and my mind reminded me of what I had in my room and what I had read in Damon's interview and a slow wicked smile spread across my face. Did I really dare do that? Oh I think I did!

*snick - snick* I gently and quietly as I could attached Damon's wrist to the headboard using the handcuffs, thankfully he didn't wake. Grabbing a robe from the bathroom I slipped the handcuff key and his room key into the pocket. I dug my room key out of my bag, leaving my clothes on the floor, not only to let him know I'd be back but also it was quicker and easier for me.

I eased the door closed quietly hoping he wouldn't wake up before I returned. I almost felt self-conscious walking through a hotel in the middle of the night in just a robe, my hair a mess and probably looking like I had just received a good fucking. But then I though fuck it! I had received a thoroughly good fucking and I didn't care who knew.

..............

I opened Damon's door to find him awake and pulling on the handcuff. I laughed at the look on his face when he saw what I was carrying. If he thought this was a surprise, what ‘til he saw what I had planned for him later.

What I was carrying was a diamond studded riding crop (yes they were real diamonds as well!). When my best friend found out where I was going she informed me there was a famous ‘club' there and dared me to go and get a picture of me there. It turned out it was a joke from her fella as it was a dominatrix club, never to turn away from a double dog dare I spoke to the greeter and explained everything and not only did I have an assortment of pictures of me with all the mistresses there, I had also been given a few tips on how to whip a man properly and the top mistress gave me this as a souvenir.

"No!" I snapped at Damon and flicked the crop close to his nose, just close enough for the leather to sting the end of his nose. "You had your turn now it's mine." I said. I pulled the key to the cuffs out of my pocket and put it on the table within easy reaching distance for his free hand.

He glanced at the key then back at me. I raised my eyebrows then turned away and headed to the bathroom. I hoped he understood that he now had a choice, stay where he was and take what I was going to dish out, or he released himself and nothing would happen. As I filled up a glass with cold water and grabbed the soap and washcloth I listened for the sound of the handcuffs being opened. But other than the sound of him adjusting his position on the bed, no other noise came from the bedroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath, clearing my face of emotion and ran through the tips Mistress Sally gave me. I walked out into the bedroom and threw the cloth and the soap at Damon without even looking at him. I moved to the ice machine by the bar and dropped several ice cubes into the glass. I placed the glass next to him.

"Clean yourself." I said coldly.

"I already did." He replied, a twinkle in his eye - he was testing me. The crop wasn't close to hand so I slapped his face. Hard. Actually a lot harder than I had planned and I felt a twinge of guilt, but I pushed it aside as Mistress Sally told me to.

Damon immediately picked up the washcloth and dipped it in the frigid water and rubbed it on the soap before applying it to his cock, flinching at the coldness. He kept his eyes on mine as I dropped my rope to the floor and moved one of the chairs over to the bed so I could watch him.

"Make sure it's properly clean." I said as I ran my fingers over my breasts and felt my nipples harden in response.

As I teased my nipples with one hand, twisting and pinching them, my other hand slipped lower. I propped my foot up on the bed to allow my fingers greater access to my slit. His eyes dropped at that point following my fingers as they slipped into my wet hole and moved the moisture up and circled my clit with it.

"Keep cleaning." I ordered. "And make sure you clean off all the soap."

He didn't say anything, he just kept running the cloth up and down his cock as his eyes followed the track of my finger playing over my clit.

My hips started pumping as I moved my finger faster and faster. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the chair and just let the waves of pleasure roll over me. "Oh fuck...oh....." I gasped as I worked my clit harder and faster. "Oh my God....YES!! YES!!!" I screamed as I came bucking as I continued to work my clit and pull on my nipples.

I smiled to myself as I let the waves of pleasure run through me, I admit I had been worried that maybe I wouldn't be able cum unless Damon was touching me but now I knew better and I knew for a fact I was going to be stocking up on batteries as soon as I got home. I lifted my head on opened my eyes and frowned.

Damon had stopped washing his cock and was now stroking it instead. I stood up and grabbed the crop.

"I said wash only!" I snapped and slapped his hand with the crop.

Well I tried to hit his hand, but he moved it to avoid the swat and even though it did still catch his hand his cock took the brunt of the hit. I winced before I could control myself, Mistress Sally was right I was far too nice to be a Dom - I just felt too guilty when I hurt him.

Luckily for me Damon had doubled over in pain, as far as the handcuff would let him, so he couldn't see my face so I managed to control it before he could see. I took the iced water off the side and tapped his shoulder with the crop motioning for him to sit up right. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from reacting at the tears of pain shimmering in the corners of his eyes, he blinked and they were gone.

"Oh poor baby. Did Bite hurt you?" I crooned. "Would you like her to kiss it better?"

Damon nodded a gleam coming to his eyes. I smiled sweetly and leaned down.

"Hmm, it doesn't look as though you've rinsed yourself properly." I said before I dumped the full glass of ice water into his lap.

I couldn't help but laugh at the almost girlish yelp and the way he leapt as soon as the frigid water landed on his cock. Maybe there is a little evil in me ;)

"First things first." I said pushing him down so he was flat on his back. "I hope that tongue of yours isn't too tired."

Damon wiggled his tongue at me.

"Good. You do good and I might return the favour." I said coldly as I straddled his head.

This was probably the most daring thing I had ever done, pushing my pussy into an almost complete stranger's face. I could feel my face warm with a blush but it wasn't as bad as I expected. In fact I forgot about it when his tongue pushed my pussy lips apart and sought out my wet hole and clit. I was still sensitive from my recent climax that I almost came right then, I bucked against his mouth before I leant down and took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth.

I flicked my tongue back and forth over his head warming it from it's cold dunking. I ran my tongue down his shaft before licking his balls, before I moved back to the head and took it into my mouth and worked it in and out continually licking my tongue around and giving it a few sucks. I also pumped the shaft with my hand as I worked it.

I felt as well as heard his groan against my pussy so I lifted my head and sat up. I ground myself down onto his face and pulled on my nipples as I felt another climax wash over me, if anything this just spurred Damon on and he greedily lapped and sucked at my pussy and clit until I couldn't take anymore and collapsed on the bed next to him breathing hard.

After a moment I knelt up and straddled his hips and wriggled my arse against his rock hard cock, I smiled to feel him pushing his hips up so his cock would enter me, but I was still a little sore from his last assault on it so I lifted my hips and he slid into my pussy instead. I rode him slowly and sensually, wanting to take my time with him, each time he tried to speed up the thrusts or increase the force I slapped his chest with the crop and he slowed down. I could see from his gritted teeth he wanted me to cum fast as he was holding back, but I didn't care I wanted this my way.

Eventually I lifted up and dropped back down on his cock hard, then repeated the action a lot quicker, he instantly responded with pumping his hips up higher as I dropped. He reached with his free hand and titillated my clit as we both pumped and grinded our way to a climax. I threw back my head and screamed loudly as he pumped up into me once, twice then I felt him spill his seed prolonging my own orgasm before his hips dropped back to the bed and his eyes closed with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

I must've worn him out as he didn't stir once while I got dressed and found the key to the handcuffs. I sat down on the bed next to him, but didn't release him, instead I tweaked his nipple waking him up. He looked entirely too peaceful. I smiled sweetly at him when his eyes focused on mine and I trailed my fingertips over his chest.

"So will I be moving in with you or will you come to England?" I asked softly.

"W-what?" Damon stammered a look of fear quickly flitting across his face.

"Well come on darling." I purred. "No one else can make me feel this way, so what else can I do? I mean I love you and I aim to marry you and we'll have kids and......." And I couldn't hold it in at the pure look of sheer terror on his face, I just doubled up laughing. "I'm sorry." I gasped wiping my eyes. "I couldn't help it. Don't worry, it was fun. That's it nothing more, nothing less. If we happen to meet again and you want to repeat all this and I'm still single then I doubt I'll say no. But I'm not looking for a relationship."

Damon heaved a sigh of relieve. "You are so evil." He said grinning at me. "Erm...can you?" He asked tugging on his still cuffed hand.

Smiling I stood up and picked up my shoes and diamond studded crop. "You did an amazing thing for me and I wanted to repay you, but of course you have to work for it."

I dropped the key just out of reach on the floor, before walking to the door.

"I'd hurry up if I were you." I said over my shoulder as I watching him try to reach for the key. "Or they might get bored and leave."

I opened the door to see the gorgeous maid I have bumped into when I went to get my crop, she had heard my cries and was more than willing to ‘give him a go' as she put it, and as discussed she had brought along not 1 but 2 stunning friends as well.

"Thanks again Damon." I said as I stepped aside to let them in.

Damon's eyes widened, then that sexy grin spread across his face as he realised what was happening. "No, no, no thank you Bite." He said as I closed the door behind me.

I practically skipped back to my room, I had enough time for a relaxing bath and a few hours kip before my flight home. I could tell that today was going to be a very good day.

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