Hot Fun with a Stranger Ch. 03

When finally it seemed she had nothing left to say, Damien let go of her and stepped away. "Well, guess I should get back inside. And your date's probably looking for you, too."

Though she nodded, she wanted to beg him not to go. Especially since she had a feeling it might just be the last time they ever talked.

Of course once dinner was served, he had to be facing her, at the table across from hers. And the sexy smirk he was wearing as he teasingly eye-fucked her as course after course was served, that she barely even touched, especially with her pussy nearly convulsing, only reminded her of just how desperate she was to get with him again.

So by the time her father had made the usual introductions and the band had struck up to commence the dancing, she knew that she could finally get up and get away from her boring date, who'd been droning into her ear so long, she wanted to scream.

Mumbling something about having to get some air, snatching up her shawl, she hurried outside, hoping that Damien would follow.

And when Damien glanced up after politely talking to an older woman next to him and saw that Deana was gone, he was torn between hoping she'd gone home early and praying that she stayed, so he could find her and finish what they'd started.

Curious to see where she'd disappeared to, when Damien wandered outside after the dessert had been served, he wasn't too surprised to find Deana alone on the terrace, with another glass of champagne, staring out at the garden. Coming up behind her, slipping an arm around her waist, he whispered into her ear, "Why can I never get enough of you?"

Turning her head, she smiled, relieved that he'd come out to join her. "I'm guessing for the same reason I can't get enough of you."

Taking her by the hand, sure that he'd be kicking himself later, he said, "Come on." And as he led her down the steps and along a dimly lit stone pathway into the garden, looking over at him Deana flashed him an expectant smile as they approached the closed-in gazebo. Her heart already racing, she just hoped they were going to do a lot more than talk this time.

And the moment they got inside the dark little enclosure, lit only by a thin shaft of moonlight, shining in from an opening at the back, Damien took her in his arms, and kissed her till they were both breathless and desperately grinding their bodies together right through their clothes.

Fuck, he hated that he needed her like he needed to breathe. But maybe, he tried to convince himself, if he had her just one more time, he could get her out of his system and be able to forget that they'd ever connected and driven each other nearly out their minds.

And Deana was so lost in the taste and feel of him, as they feverishly kissed each other senseless, that she accidentally tipped her glass and spilled some champagne down the back of his suit, and he just laughed and shuddered from the feel of it running down his back and into his boxers. Then with a menacing narrow-eyed smile, he took the glass and set it down on a little table between two padded lounge chairs. Then his smile widened considerably when he glanced up and noticed a pretty substantial looking brass light fixture hanging from the top of the high peaked ceiling -- giving him an idea.

Slipping her lacy black shawl off her shoulders, keeping his eyes fixed so firmly on hers that he had her shivering with anticipation, he tossed an end over one of the arms of the light fixture, grabbing hold of it as it came down between them. Then before she could even figure out what he was up to, he had her wrists tied with the ends of her shawl, and her arms up over head, trussed up and at his mercy all over again.

And her pussy was getting so wet, just imaging what he was what about to do to her, that she could actually feel it dripping down her thighs. Damn, the man was demon, the way he loved to toy with her.

Taking his time, Damien slowly walked around her, muttering, "Fuck, you know I just love the look of you tied up -- so helpless and yet so eager for me to take you." And his dick heartily agreed, already aching like a bastard in his pants to get at her.

Stepping in behind her, he delighted in seeing her shiver as he took hold of the zipper that ran down the back of her body hugging dress, and slowly began to slide it down her slender back. Totally blown away by how indescribably sexy she looked as the shimmering blue dress began to fall away, baring every last inch of her silky flesh to his hungry gaze. And when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra, he almost came on the spot as her full pale breasts enticingly began to heave, bathed in a glorious moonlit glow. And her pink nipples, erect and hard as diamonds, seemed to be just begging for him to claim them with his mouth and of course tug at them with his teeth to get her squealing.

And he knew he'd never seen anything sexier in his life than her bound with her hands tied over her head, nearly naked, except for the wickedly revealing black lace thong and crazy hot garter she was wearing, of course perfectly framing her delectable little pussy. And seeing her like this, he needed inside her so badly that his balls felt like they were ready to explode.

But since he had her right where he wanted her, he smiled, watching her eyes go big and round as he picked up the champagne glass from the table and began to dribble little droplets of the cool bubbly liquid over her nipples, grinning as he watched it drip down over her belly till it slid inside her panties, soaking her pussy and making her shiver all over again.

Relishing the feel of wetting the rest of her in the cool liquid, he slid his hands along her sides from her ass, all the way up her body, and along the length of her raised arms. And as he did, he murmured over her lips, "You know you have got to be the sexiest woman alive, especially now, trussed up like this and just waiting for me to have my way with you, and I can smell your hot little pussy just begging to be fucked." But of course, first he had to lick off the champagne.

He had her poor throbbing pussy clenching so hard at his words, Deana was already starting to quiver. And when he lowered his head and began to lap at her swollen nipples, he loved the sound of her desperately whimpering as he suckled each one in turn into his mouth, moaning at the delectable taste of her flesh, especially now coated in Champagne. As if she wasn't sweet enough before, she tasted so amazing sliding over his tongue, so delectably warm and wet and sweet that he knew he could happily lap at her days.

But then when he finally dropped to his knees, Deana thought she'd just about die. Holding her steady, with his hands on her hips, slowly trailing his tongue down over her quivering body and around her belly button, and dipping his tongue inside to lick the few drops in there, she cried out, desperately licking her lips and shamelessly thrusting her hips at him, begging him not to keeping teasing her.

No man had ever made her this crazy, or had her wanting him more. God, he was such a beast the way he loved to torment her. And yet, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way. Being trussed up and taken like this just felt so incredibly erotic that she wondered if she'd come just from the thought of what he was doing to her alone.

Trailing even lower, when he planted a warm lingering open-mouthed kiss over her sex right through her damp panties, licking all around her garter belt, even gently scraping at her pussy with his teeth, till she could actually feel her pussy flooding, she let her eyes fall shut and let out a deep desperate little groan. God he was just so wicked. And he was driving her so fucking crazy and her need was so acute, he had to know he had her nearly crawling out of her skin, never having felt as desperate to be filled and taken in her life. But cruel bastard that he was, he just kept taunting her to come, when all she wanted was for him to finally give her what she really needed, to feel him buried inside her so deep that she'd ache.

Looking up into her eyes, his heated gaze nearly scorched her as he unclipped her garters and grasping her around her slender thighs slowly began to slide her sheer silk stockings down over her legs. Licking and nipping at every smooth soft inch of her as he went, he had her gasping as he slid his tongue into the sensitive spot behind her knees, even suckling at the warm tender flesh, till he had her whimpering with need. And when he began to slide her panties down over her legs to her ankles, and then leisurely followed the same path with his tongue, he soon he had her squirming and squealing like a woman possessed, so overjoyed and relieved to finally feel his mouth on her needy little pussy.

Closing his eyes, he groaned, savoring the delectable taste of her on his tongue. Suckling her pussy lips into his mouth, circling her hot little sex button with just the pointed tip, fuck, he loved the taste of her. And when he looked up and saw that she'd closed her eyes and her mouth had fallen open, lost in the feel of what he was doing to her, a part of him wanted to turn and leave her like this, so she'd feel the sense of abandonment he'd felt when she let him know that he didn't mean anything to her.

But seeing as he'd be depriving himself as much as her, at this point, he knew he had no choice but finish what he started. Groaning deep, he pushed her legs open wide, and hungrily lashed his tongue along her folds from back to front, smiling against her sex at the satisfying sound of her really beginning to make some noise. And he could actually feel her pulsing pussy quivering against his lips, like a second heartbeat, he had her so aroused and so anxious to be plundered.

Even as he savored the feeling of eating her out, lost in the taste of her hot little cunt, he shook his head, wishing he could give her up.

But as he slid down his fly and fished out his achingly hard cock, he decided it wouldn't be tonight, not when he was this stoked to get inside her. And as he got to his feet, he was surprised to realize that his legs were shaking, he needed her so badly.

Tipping up her chin, staring into her lust-filled gaze, he slid a finger inside her dripping pussy and asked her, "Is this what you want, for me to lose myself in you again?"

She nodded, licking her lips as he began to work his finger inside her, and murmured, "Yes, Damien, the same way I lose myself in you."

Finally clutching his cock he gave in and gave them both what they needed, thrusting up into her ruthlessly hard. And just the feel of her wrapped around him so tightly inside her, had him instantly growling for more. Grasping her ass in his hands, he lifted her off her feet, and as her legs circled his waist, he pushed into her so deep with one hard penetrating thrust, they both gasped at the incredible feel of being joined so incredibly tight again.

God, he loved the feeling of being inside her more than woman he'd ever known. Yet it slayed him to know that this would be all they'd ever have, raw hot sex in the dark where no one could see them or ever know of their need for each other.

And when she moaned and murmured, "Oh, god, I love the feel of you like this, deep inside me, Damien."

He grunted and thrust into her even deeper and told her, "But this is all you love, isn't it, just the feel of me filling you up, and fucking you hard?"

Deana looked into his eyes, and whispered, "I wish I could give you more than this. I really do. But I honestly don't know that I can."

Letting out a defeated groan, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, claiming her mouth in a deep ravenous kiss, he gave in and just savored the taste of her filling his senses and made love to her mouth, their tongues desperately tangling as he claimed her body. He saw no point in trying to hide how he felt about her, especially when she could rock him to the very soles of his feet with just a kiss.

"Please," she begged, as he broke their kiss.

"Please what?" he asked her, pulling back.

"Please take me, Damien, I need you so badly right now. Please."

Heaving a frustrated breath, he clutched her ass so hard, that she whimpered. And when he really started pounding her pussy, losing himself in the feel of her, she just clung to him tight and took everything he gave her. And even as he gave them both what they needed giving it to her wickedly hard, he told her, "I just hope you know this is going to be the last time for us. I can't do this anymore, knowing this all you want from me. No matter how incredible it feels with you."

Deana clamped down on him tight, clutching him inside her. With her arms tied, it was only way she could let him know how deeply she felt for him, since she couldn't find it in her to say the words. But how could she promise him anything more than what she was giving him now, when she'd basically given her life to the company, even though part of her knew that her father didn't care how long and hard she worked for him -- or if she even had time for a life of her own.

Angry with himself, Damien just shook his head, amazed to find himself lost in her again. If he was smart he would have stayed inside. But then of course he wouldn't be buried balls deep in the sweetest little pussy in the entire planet, with the sexiest woman he'd ever known wrapped around him and making him want to come so hard, that he knew she'd be dripping with his cum for days by the time he'd finished with her.

"Fuck, why can I never get enough of you?" he asked her as he slammed her pussy punishingly hard with thrust after desperate thrust. As he squeezed her ass in his hands, amazingly she just gasped with the delight, as he fucked her harder than he'd ever taken a woman in his life.

Lost in how good it felt with him, she looked into his eyes and told him, "I can't get enough of you either. And you just feel so damn good, this can't be it for us, Damien, it just can't."

Though he hated to admit it, even to himself, he knew she was right, when it felt this good, it also felt like more, so much more. And like a moth to flame, he knew he'd be back, wanting her again, even if he knew it was going nowhere, and she'd probably ending up tearing his heart out. But fuck, when he had his cock buried in her like this, with her clenching him so unbelievably tight, like she never wanted him to pull out, it was hard to think about never having her like this again. And he couldn't imagine never being able to feel her body wrapped around him, or tasting that pretty mouth, and giving them both what they needed just to survive. And he just couldn't deprive himself of being like this with her no matter if she eventually left him without a backward glance once she was finally done with him.

Then suddenly he turned his head and froze when he thought he heard a man's voice calling out from the direction of the estate. "Deana, are you out here?"

"Fuck me, what now," he muttered. But he knew it had to be her date, trying to figure out where the hell she'd gotten to.

"Oh, please don't stop," she begged him, squirming in his arms and trying to get him moving again. "I'm so close, Damien, please. And I really don't think he'll look for me out here."

Rolling his eyes, and shaking his head, though he knew he was crazy, he grasped her hips in a death grip and slammed her pussy for all he was worth, tunneling in and out of her insanely hard and fast, he just hoped she was right. Because if they were discovered like this now, with her stripped naked and tied by her hands to the light fixture, and him with his pants around his ankles nearly pounding her pussy raw, he'd have a lot fucking explaining to do.

And he'd not only be out of a job, her old man would probably have him arrested and put in jail for assaulting his daughter, whether she was a willing participant or not. And damn, if the sense of danger didn't make it that much hotter for both of them, making him wonder if they were crazy to be out here like this, especially doing what they were doing.

And when he looked into her eyes, and could see them sparkling with delight, obviously excited and thrilled to be out here like this with him, knowing there was a chance they might get caught, he just shook his head and laughed. Whether he liked it or not, they were two of a kind, and being together like this, risking it all for a hot little fuck could just be why they were meant to be.

Just like that first time he'd taken her from behind in that little courtyard, he knew he could no more pull out of her now than stop breathing. He craved this wild sense of danger, as much as he craved her, and even if what they had was never going to go anywhere, being with her, even if just in the here and now, felt so fucking so wild and incredibly amazing, that he just couldn't give her up, even if he knew he should.

And when she started to shiver in his arms, moaning deep as she told him, "Oh, fuck, Damien I'm coming, and so fucking hard," he lost it too. And as he flexed his hips and pumped into her deep and hard, for a few more strokes, the sense of elation that washed through him as he clutched her to his chest and kissed her nearly breathless as he filled her clenching pussy to overflowing with every last thing he had, was beyond words. Damn, even if the cops came and hauled him away now, he'd never regret taking her like this so wickedly hard, even out here, where knew they could be found.

Once he'd untied her and helped her back into her dress, he couldn't resist just one more lingering kiss. And as they listened to the strains of the Nat King Cole song, "Unforgettable," being played by the band, his eyes warm on hers he slipped his arms around her and took a moment to share a dance with her. Knowing this was probably the only chance he'd ever get, since her father would be alarmed to say the least, to see his head of security dancing inside with all the other guests, with his precious daughter wrapped in his arms.

And as she smiled up into his eyes, he stroked her cheek with his finger and told her, "Just had to have a dance with you before we say goodnight."

"Thank you for this, Damien. I'll never forget it," she whispered, tugging his head down for one more kiss, because she just couldn't get enough of him.

And when they broke apart, she said, "Stay with me tonight."

"At your place?"

She nodded. "I'm all caught up with work, since all my ads are all ready to go. And tomorrow's Sunday, so we could spend the day together and just hang out."

Smiling into her eyes, he said, "Hang out, huh?" He knew if he had an entire day to spend alone with her, they'd be doing a lot more than just hanging out. Still, the idea of having her all to himself until Monday morning was a little too tempting to refuse. "Sure," he finally agreed. "But first we'd better get back inside, before they send a search party out to find you."

Deana, grinned, thrilled that he'd agreed. And just the thought of having him naked in her bed had her pussy clenching like crazy all over again. God, she was already so hooked on him, it was crazy. And if he'd agreed to come home with her, at least they weren't done yet.

But what they didn't know, as they carefully made their way out of the little gazebo together and quietly headed back up the path and into the party, was that her date for the night, Nigel who she'd ditched to meet up Damien, was standing alone in the shadows, pissed off at being dumped and having a smoke. But then his eyes lit up when he saw them sneaking back into the party together, a leering smile breaking out across his face as he watched Damien purposely hang back while Deana quietly slipped inside without him. Smiling like the cat that ate the canary, he murmured to himself, "Hmm, I'll bet her father would just love to know that she's sneaking around with a character like that." And of course he was still wearing that smug little smile on his face when he followed them inside...