His Indecent Training 4 (8 page)

Almost as soon as my fist hit the door, I could hear footsteps on the
other side. And when it opened, my breath hitched, my nervousness
welling up to a peak as my eyes landed on Damien Reed's gorgeous
emotionless face.

“
You're not wearing your
collar,” he said, looking at my neck disapprovingly.

“
I didn't think it was
necessary,” I stuttered, trying to regain my composure.

“
It's always necessary. Put it
on before you come inside.”

“
No.” I shook my head.

He scowled. “Why not?”

“
We need to . . . talk.”

“
About what?”

“
About us. Can I just come
inside?” my voice rose an octave in irritation.

Damien seemed genuinely confused, which kind of pissed me off. Had I
gotten the whole thing wrong? We were obviously on very different
planes of thought.

“
Sure.” He stepped
aside, and I wrapped my arms around myself as I found my way to the
living room, letting him trail behind me. I really just wanted to get
this over and leave, preferably before I broke down into a bawling
fit of emotional insanity.

“
What do you want to talk
about?” he asked, sitting on the sofa across from me.

“
I'm turning in my collar.”
The words hurt, but it was the only way to make him understand.

“
Why?” Damien furrowed
his brow.

“
Because you didn't respond to
my texts. I didn't know what was going on with us. I assumed we were
over.”

He sighed, looking away. “Chey, I'm sorry. I thought you
understood that was part of your punishment. I told you that you
would have to go a week without me.”

My eyes began to water. I had misunderstood. It was more than though.
Everything had gone wrong.

“
I can't do this,” I
whispered before bursting into sobs.

Damien was at my side in an instant, his arms around me. “I'm
sorry, Chey. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just . . . so jealous.
So afraid of losing you. I thought that . . . I don't know what I was
thinking. I didn't mean to push you away though.”

I sniffled against his shoulder before sitting up and looking at him.
“You were . . . jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.” He gazed deeply into my eyes when
he said it, and I swooned, melting, now crying for a completely
different reason. I clutched onto him, upset at myself for thinking
anything less, embarrassed for causing such a scene.

Damien just held me, soothingly running a hand through my hair until
the sobbing subsided and I could recompose myself. When I looked back
up at him, he held my face in his hands and wiped my tears away, then
kissed me gently on the lips. They trembled against the pressure of
his.

“You're mine,” he told me. “And I don't like the
thought of other people touching my things.”

“It didn't bother you at the party.”

“That was all for show. Besides, I knew none of those people
could take you from me. This boy is a different kind of threat.”

“He's not a threat at all.” I shook my head. “We're
only friends. Nothing more.”

“Boys and girls don't hang out together just to be friends. I'm
old enough to know that much.” He gave me a knowing look.

“Well, he did try to kiss me, but I didn't let him,” I
confessed, feeling somehow ashamed for it.

Damien's jaw tightened.

“You need to learn to trust me,” I said. “I trust
you. Don't you think I worry about why you don't want to see me on
school days? You could easily have someone else on the side.”

“I don't,” he insisted. “The only reason I don't
want to see you on school days is because I think your time would be
better spent studying. Your education should come before all things,
including me.”

“You act like I don't have enough time for you and school too.
I do. I'm not buried in so much homework that I can't take an extra
hour or two out of my week to spend with you. And if you're so
worried about time, then you could always come to my place. My father
isn't there, so it's not like you have to worry about being run off
with a pitchfork.”

He smirked at that. “Would you want to see me more throughout
the week?”

“
Yes! What do I have to do to
get that through to you? This isn't the first time I've brought it
up. You're just so damn stubborn that you don't listen to me half the
time.”

Damien sighed, “I suppose
you're right. I've been so busy worrying about your well being that I
haven't actually taken the time to factor your happiness into the
mix. Shame on me for that.”

“
Yes. Shame on you,” I
huffed at him.

“
Well, what do you want to do
now?”

“
I think we should go over
some rules for our relationship.”

“
Alright.”

“
First, I think we should
agree to see each other more often. Maybe I could come over once a
week, or you could come over to my place.”

“
If that will make you happy,
and you don't think it will overwhelm you.”

“
I don't think it will
overwhelm me. Second, we need to start trusting each other more.
Colton may have feelings for me, but I don't return them. It's you
that I love, you that I want to be with. Having said that, he's still
a great friend, and I don't have enough friends. I don't want to have
to sacrifice that friendship just because he makes you uncomfortable.
I hope you understand.”

Damien paused for a moment before
responding, as if trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to
say, “I think I can deal with that, though I certainly don't
like it.”

“
Good, because it's not
optional. I don't tell you who you can hang out with, and you don't
tell me who I can hang out with. We just trust each other.”

“
Fine.”

“
Third, I want you to meet my
parents, both of them. Whether you consider yourself to be or not,
you are my boyfriend. We've been together for a while, and it's only
right for you to meet them.”

Damien shifted uncomfortably. “You
sure are making a lot of demands.”

“
You put me through hell this
week. These are my terms. I've agreed to plenty of your terms that I
didn't like and have asked for nothing in return up to this point.
This is our compromise. These are the things it's going to take to
keep me by your side.”

“
You make it sound more like
an ultimatum.”

“
Maybe it is. Now, do you want
to hear the rest or not?”

“
Go ahead.” He nodded.

“
And fourth, I want more sex.”

That turned his frown into a grin.
“How much more could I pleasure you, you wanton girl? I thought
I did a good enough job as it was.”

“
You do an excellent job . . .
with your hands and your mouth. I want your cock. Every time I've
come over, our kink sessions have been all about my pleasure. Half
the time, we haven't even had sex. How do you go the entire week only
having sex once? It makes me wonder.”

Damien looked to the ceiling,
thinking. “That's a good question. I do love sex, as you know,
but I also get off to pleasuring you. I enjoy watching your face as I
do things to you, feeling the way your muscles clench around my
fingers, seeing you writhe from the pleasure of my touch.”

“
You can make me writhe from
pleasure in other ways too.” I poked at his crotch. “You're
gonna have to start giving it up, or I'm gonna start taking it.”

“
That would be a sight to
behold,” he laughed.

“
I'm not even joking.”

“
I'm sure you're not.”
Damien pulled me onto his lap and gave me an affectionate squeeze.
“Any other demands from Princess Chey?”

I thought for a moment. Did I want
anything else? If I did, now was the time to say it, when I was
feeling bold and empowered. I couldn't think of anything though.

“
No. I believe I'm done,”
I replied finally.

“
Alright, then I suppose you
should go put your collar on for me.”

“
Can we skip that for the
night?” I gave him a desperate look. “I've been going
through so much lately. I just want a night of normality with you. No
kink. No BDSM. Just you and me. We can go back to it tomorrow, just
not tonight.”

“
If that's what you want.”
He stood, picking me up and forcing me to clutch onto his neck.

“
What are you doing?” I
asked in shock.

“
I thought we'd start with
request number four.” Damien readjusted me in his arms and then
carried me down the hall.

My eyes instinctively landed on the classroom as soon as it came into
sight, but he passed it, walking me back to his bedroom. Very
lightly, Damien set me on my feet, though he didn't let me go. He
gazed into my eyes, melting away any icy barriers of doubt that I had
about our love. When his lips touched mine, they were earnest, moving
softly, affectionately. I returned his heated kiss, moaning against
his mouth.

Already, his hands were wandering, gently caressing my side, lifting
my shirt so his fingertips could tease my skin. Each touch was
sensual and delicate, lighting something inside of me that went far
beyond the realm of pleasure. My heart and body were on an equal
plane of contentment, drowning in every gentle caress.

Damien lovingly undressed me, kissing my neck and touching all of my
most sensitive spots. He was more attentive than he had ever been,
worshiping me and making me feel like a goddess.

When I was down to my panties, Damien sat me on the bed and knelt
between my legs to kiss my stomach. I craned my neck back, watching
our reflection in the mirror on the ceiling. We didn't even look
real. It was like two completely different people were up there. A
beautiful young woman with fiery red hair stared back at me. Her
brown eyes looked completely lost in lust, her lips slightly parted
in a soft moan. The man between her legs was absolutely gorgeous,
though he would look so much better without a shirt on.

I smiled deviously as I griped at his shirt, clumsily pulling it off.
Damien stopped for a moment to toss it to the floor, then gazed up at
the ceiling to see what I was looking at. He grinned when he saw the
goofy look on my face, then went back to work, covering my torso with
kisses.

“Lay back,” he told my breathlessly, and once I did as I
was told, he quickly removed my panties, leaving me naked and exposed
for the mirror's viewing pleasure.

When he plunged his tongue between my folds, the mirror was almost
forgotten. The movie I had been watching turned off, and I was back
to reality, back in my body, back in the moment. I tangled my fingers
in Damien's hair as he licked and sucked and teased my clit, making
me writhe in pleasure beneath the heat of his mouth.

“
Mmm yeah,” I whispered,
feeling especially impassioned.

It wasn't long before he had driven me up the peak of pleasure. He
knew my body too well—knew exactly how to get me off. For a
split second, I thought about telling him I was about to come. But
then I said fuck it. Tonight we played by my rules.

The orgasm rolled through me with trembling ecstasy, but my body was
greedy. Oh so greedy. I wouldn't be satisfied until I had what I
wanted. All of Damien.

When my contractions stopped, he stood up, unbuckling his pants and
looking like a porn star. I shot up into a sitting position and
swatted his hands out of the way, taking over. Those pants couldn't
come off soon enough.

His cock was already making a delicious tent in his boxers, and I
couldn't even wait long enough to pull it out. I had to taste
it—needed to taste it. Hungrily, my mouth moved to the bulge,
my tongue licking over the thick fabric.

Damien groaned lightly, and it only made me want him more. I grabbed
onto his hips, drawing him to me so I could devour the package that
was far too large for my mouth. My lips made a few passes up and down
it, and then I hooked my fingers around his waistband and unwrapped
him like a present, watching with lusty delight as his erect manhood
sprang out at me.

The open air had only half a second to touch his cock before it was
in my mouth. I threw teasing to the wind, sucking and bobbing as if I
could swallow him whole. He tasted exquisite, smelled exquisite, just
like a man should. When Damien tangled his fingers into my hair, I
knew I better slow down. We were moving too fast. Everything was
moving too fast. I wanted to make love to him, not just have a rowdy
fuckfest. He had trained me well though, and we were both starving
for sexual affection.

My jaw didn't even have a chance to get sore before Damien was
pulling me away. He urged me up onto the bed and then crawled over
me, looking like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. The carnal
desire in his eyes was almost enough to drive me over the edge. When
our mouths met, the kiss was far from gentle. We fought for
dominance, moaning and clutching at each other and breathing heavily.

I could feel his sex between my legs, and I grabbed it, giving him a
few teasing strokes. His manhood was so hot in my hand it was like
living fire, and when I felt his pulse beneath my palm, I knew we
couldn't wait any longer. Haphazardly, I guided him to my waiting
hole. All it took was for his tip to touch my entryway before he
bucked inside.

My breath hitched as he filled me. Perhaps it was the fact that I had
gone two weeks without sex. Maybe it was because I missed Damien so
much, loved him so much, needed him so much. But he felt incredibly
big, gratifyingly big. I whimpered and moaned as he began thrusting,
wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and holding him tight
against me. The urgency with which he fucked me felt incredible, but
I knew he was sprinting towards the finish line, and I wanted tonight
to be a marathon.