Wrongful desires, p.6
Wrongful Desires, page 6
"Or," Damien chimed in as he cracked eggs over the bowl, "you can stay as you are." He gripped his tongue stud between his teeth as his cheeky grin returned. I came to realise my lack of clothes was the reason for that comment but as nothing was revealed I gave him a smile back and carried Harry to the sofa. We turned on the TV and scrolled down to Netflix, however, I let Harry navigate from there as my mind started to drift off to Damien.
I wondered why he seemed so interested in my unseen touch, did he enjoy listening to me? But he is fourteen years older than me, that's so weird but why do I not mind? My thoughts whizzed round but I was broken from them as Damien announced breakfast. We sat at the breakfast bar and gorged down pancakes, however, Damien stood behind the counter making subtle takes at me.
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The evening sun started to set, I walk along the shoreline of the beach I notice how my body relaxed and my mind quietens, my feet feel both the warmth of the wet sand and the crisp coolness of the ocean water as it washes up onto the shore over my feet and then recedes into the flow of the ocean again. I gazed into the distance and smiled at Harry chasing Neil and Lucas through the small waves, I turned back around and wandered slowly up the island.
A warm breeze tickled my legs, as I only wore a green checked skirt that was small and clung to my tiny frame along with a white crop top that cuddled my chest and made it look even flatter. I sighed at my lack of assets and draped my hair over my chest to hide my insecurities - an attempt that didn't do much for my self-esteem. I saw a group of polished rocks up ahead and decided to sit and watch the sunset. It was magical and it was as if God graffitied rainbow-flame upon the evening sky, the sunset came in its boldest blaze.
"May I sit?" I turned around abruptly and gazed up at Damien, his hair slightly messy from swimming and his body only covered by his trunks - a sight that did not compare to the sunset. Joy, stop.
I patted the seat next to me and nodded, his confident stride came up next to me and sat softly on the slightly uncomfortable rock. I leaned back to see as the clouds began their farewells to the smoky horizon, I glimpsed at the corner of my eye Damien's hot eyes on my skin. I cocked my head towards him and collapsed into his playful smirk, my body shuddered at its effect upon me. He had one of his legs pulled up with an elbow on it, his head rested on his hand which was angled towards me,
"What?" I questioned, I couldn't help but let a smile cover my face. "What?" He replied, leaning in slightly and causing my body to tense. His voice was deep and thick, goosebumps emerged on my skin as he removed his eyes from me and back on the sunset.
"I haven't been here since Harry was born," his face dropped as he leaned back on his toned arms. "I am sorry," I mumbled as I sat up and crossed my legs, I let my free hands fumble with the hem of my skirt. "For what?" He peered towards me and I met his puzzled gaze, I couldn't understand why he seemed so confused. "Um for your wife - Harry's mum, Harry said when we first met that she is in heaven..." I trailed off as I didn't want to upset him too much.
"Hell you mean," I jumped at his response and he chuckled as his gaze fell to the shore. "Kayla was a drug addict and a striper, we met when I was still a foolish young man. She was a couple of years younger than me and I will admit, her easiness tempted me. We dated for a while on and off, she constantly cheated and I did back - it was toxic. We married, for no reason except the one, she was pregnant. I managed to get her off alcohol and drugs for the entire pregnancy but as soon as Harry was born I asked for a paternity test. She was mad, even though she continued to cheat for the whole pregnancy," Damien sighed, his body seemed haunted by the pain of the memory, "Anyway, Harry is my child and she ran off with one of her affairs and died of an accidental drug overdose." I gulped and instinctively placed a hand on his, his eyes shot up and I moved it away suddenly.
I squirmed in my seat, I felt embarrassed as I meant it as nothing more than a comforting touch. To my surprise, he moved closer - his leg grazed against mine as he reached for my hand and held it in his.
"I am so sorry, I know that you are not the type of guy to seek sympathy and I am not giving that to you, don't worry. I just want to say I admire your strength," I muttered, as I gazed at our hands connected. His one squeezed mine in response to my comment, I felt a wave of courage engulf me as I posed another question,
"So, um have you been on your own since?" I regretted it instantly, however, a small laugh escaped his lips, "I have only had one-off encounters if I am bringing a woman into my life - I am bringing it into Harry's too therefore if I date, I date for long-term intentions. However, establishing that trust is difficult especially for a man," he responded and I nodded in reply. I could feel he was still hurting and I leaned up against him, I didn't know what to say so this was my next best option which he seemed to appreciate.
"Oh so we are doing this again," I suddenly remembered the plane journey and tensed up, Damien chuckled and wrapped his arm around me. I felt his warm embrace around my shoulder and his hand held my waist gently, shivered not knowing how to react to this new touch with my boss. My much older, ridiculously handsome, charming and towering boss.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" He spoke into my hair, breaking my trance.
"Here? Yeh, it's breathtaking," I breathed deeply, a relaxing spell consumed me.
"I am glad, I want you to be comfortable, but I meant here with me," I felt him smirk into the top of my head as I leaned into his shoulder, a blush swimming across my face. I had never been this close to him, and even though I should be feeling weird - I had never felt more at peace.
"Maybe," I muttered under my breath with a small giggle.
"Just maybe?" I felt him snigger.
"Hmm," I swung my legs over to the side and shuffled up against him closer.
"If you are trying to lie to me it is not going to work, may I remind you of the attempt you made this morning?" he purred and I shrunk into the side embrace, my words were choked in my throat as I placed a hand over my flushed face.
"Oh god," I sighed, clearly embarrassed by his words. He let out a chuckle into my ear as I felt his hand grip my waist tighter as he began to turn me to face him. I lifted my head and gazed up at his face, his piercings in his nose and ears glistened in the last light of the sun as his soft yet dark eyes travelled around my face and landed on my lips. He gently placed his other hand on my waist and pulled me in, my heart started to race as his forehead touched mine. I breathed heavily along with him as I knew if I did this there was no turning back for me, I felt his hot breath run across my skin as his lips scraped across mine-
"Dad!"
Devious Intentions
~ Narrator ~
Joy and Damien broke apart in a flash as Harry stumbled up to them, his body covered in wet sand and seaweed. Damien hopped up to greet him as Joy stayed put, her mind was racing from the moment their lips almost collided in lust. Her thighs were buzzing and her cheeks were burning hot cherry, as she collected her thoughts. Damien swallowed his symptoms of passion and buried them to be dealt with later as he scooped up Harry into his arms with ease.
"Dad we saw a shark!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide with his discovery. Damien chuckled and patted his back, "Did you? Was it scary," He teased. Harry nodded in conformation and rubbed his stomach, "I am hungry," he whined. Damien gave a small smile and span round to face the women he almost kissed. He moved his gaze back to Harry, "Let's go make dinner, eh? However I have a meeting straight afterwards, you can watch a movie with Joy and then bed," Damien cooed, his voice warm yet deep.
Joy nodded in response to his command, however, she didn't move from her location and simply dropped her eyes towards the water that tickled the sand. Neil and Lucas ran up along the shoreline to join them with their surfboards, Lucas lent against the rock whilst Neil shared a brief conversation with Damien.
"Joy," Damien called and her gaze snapped up, "You joining?" he spoke softly, his voice consumed by hope. "I will be up soon," she trailed off as her eyes stayed fixated on the sand. Damien stood back for a second, his mouth fell slightly as he took this as a sign of her regretting her action. He turned and carried Harry up to the cabin, with Neil following along. Lucas stayed put, and instead took Damien's spot next to her. Joy glanced at the falling sun and pulled her knees up to her chin.
"So apart from the obvious lover's spat - what's up?" Lucas joked, leaning back on his arms with his face turned towards Joy. "Hm?" she mumbled, her eyes still gazing into the horizon. Lucas scoffed in response,
"You know, it has been pretty clear over the last couple of weeks that something has been brewing and you are seriously going to act like you didn't just kiss-"
"We didn't, yet and wait and how do you know," she stated defensively turning her gaze.
"I didn't, I just guessed the first act of intimacy that couples partake in," He confessed, "Plus I did see you sitting pretty close and you never know what could be happening between raised rocks-"
"I don't want him to know I am a virgin," Joy placed her face into her knees as a couple of tears escaped. Lucas pulled himself up and let an arm fall around her, "Why does it matter if you are?" Lucas replied kindly. "Because then he will be right thinking I am just a kid," she responded, Lucas, sighed. "Just because you haven't had experience doesn't make you a child or immature, being a virgin doesn't make you any less of a woman," his comforting tone soothed her as she peered out from her knees.
"How about you tell him that, eh? I promise you he won't act the way you think," Lucas winked causing Joy to let out a small laugh. "If there will be a next time, I am pretty sure he just got caught up in the moment of the beauty of this island. I mean it's like an enchantment," she sighed, letting her legs fall to the sand. She suddenly turned her gaze towards Lucas,
"Don't worry, I won't say a thing," he crossed his heart and laughed at her reaction. "Thanks," she mumbled, "I am going to eat before this meeting - come up when you are ready," he stood up and stretched before snatching up his surfboard and jogging off to the cabins. Joy arose and a warm breeze swam over her, the lapping waves entranced her as the murmuring of the waves was hypnotic.
The palpitating pulse of the sea was steady and peaceful as Joy let the small waves tickle her feet, she felt this urge to feel its strength and wandered into its calm persona. Fuck it, she thought as she dared her courage and dived into the salty water that stung her eyes and engulfed her body. She swam around and smiled in pleasure, she felt pure and clean from its embrace as it allowed her burdens to be left at the shoreline.
~ Damien ~
The air was cooler so it allowed me to dress in some suit trousers and just a shirt for my causal meeting, as I tried to stay focused on my notes but all I could think of was Joy and her pained face as I walked away. She must think I am a creep, she must be sick of the sight of me and I don't blame her as maybe her detest of my presence will keep me away from her. I strolled out of the open plan sitting room connecting to a dining room and kitchen, I saw Harry devouring his food infant of the TV as I paced past and ruffled his hair. Lucas and Neil were both formally dressed, as they greeted my clients and sat with them at the table.
"Good evening gentleman," I spoke, worried about the whereabouts of Joy. I had little time to listen to their reply as the front door opened and she stumbled in, drenched. Her skirt was edged up slightly as her top revealed her small, round breasts. I clenched my jaw to halt the effect she had on me, but her head spun round to face me. She moved her soaked locks to the side and gave me a smile before tiptoeing off to her room presumably.
"So Mr Garcien, just to run over the investment deal you made with us eighteen months ago..." my clients' voice silenced in my mind as I propped myself up to somehow focus throughout the entirety of this meeting.
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~ Joy ~
I closed Harry's door slowly as he drifted off to sleep and slipped into my room. I pulled out my laptop and convinced myself that reading erotica was a better choice than completing my studies. I nestled into bed and giggled at the scenes which I replayed in my mind, however this time with Damien in them. I heard a soft knock at my door and lowered my laptop screen before whispering come in. Damien opened the door, his towering muscly figure stood in the door frame as he pushed the door closed behind him. I sat up at his presence and pushed my semi-closed laptop to the side - we locked eyes as the lust started to grow again.
"I don't know how you expect me to sleep from you touching yourself one night and giggling the next," he raised his eyebrows and placed his hands into his suit trouser pockets. I blushed at his statement and shuffled in my bed, his eyes trailed down my body as they landed at the end of the bed.
"You can sit," I gestured to the end of it and pulled the covers up as only a baggy t-shirt and panties covered my body. He hesitated before carefully placing himself at the end of my bed, his gaze rested on the floor as he bent over and let his elbows fall to his knees.
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have come onto you at the beach - I can see now that what I did was inappropriate and it made you uncomfortable-"
"It didn't," I protested softly, his head jerked up abruptly and his eyes startled at my words. "I mean just because you became a legal adult when I was four, doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it," I joked and saw his body wince at my words. "Please never say that again," he cried, half laughing as I soon joined in. "So, you liked it then," he teased as he tugged at his tongue stud with his teeth, he lent back on his strong arms that bulged out from his suit shirt. I fidgeted with my fingers and nodded, I stole a glance at his face which had a boyish grin on as he looked very pleased with himself.
"Can we finish it?" he questioned with a smirk, my face flushed as my hands got clammy as my thoughts winded back to the conversation I had with Lucas. I shot my eyes down and I glanced up as his cheeky expression cooled, he opened his mouth to speak before I stopped him -
"I am a virgin," I cringed, "I wanted to tell you but I just thought you would think I am silly like I have had boyfriends and there was a bit of touching but I am completely and utterly not at your level." My eyes stayed closed the whole time, however, I opened them on hearing a small chuckle escape his lips. "My level? Do you mean my body count?" He said trying to hide back a snarl, I nodded in response as he let out a slightly louder laugh. "What?" I queried an annoyed look formed on my face as he approached me. He suddenly pounced on top of my meek body, he pinned down my arms as he hovered over me. I gulped at his quickness,
"You are so cute when you pout," he teased and before I had the chance to defend he smashed his lips into mine. I stayed still but began to kiss him back, he was forceful with his mouth though as it molested mine and his experience was clear.
I opened mine slightly to breathe however he took that as an invitation to dart his hot tongue into it and explore. I moaned at its arrival and his jaw clenched at my escaped sound, I felt one of his hands move from pinning me in place as it began to caress the side of my thigh. I felt the cool stud in his tongue tickle mine, as he pulled away allowing his lips to graze at mine. His hand still trailed up my thigh and back down as we breathed heavily into each other,
"For your information, I enjoy your innocence," he purred as he lowered his mouth to my neck. He left wet, small kisses down it causing my body to shiver in pleasure. I moaned quietly as his soft lips tickled my neck and down to my thighs. He kissed over my shirt, and down to my legs which were spread open as he knelt before me.
I gripped the sheets as I felt his hot tongue lick and his lips peck the inside of my thighs, his eyes leaving mine to gaze in-between my legs. He held my legs up with both hands, just under my knees - I couldn't believe he was touching me like this, that my boss was touching me like this.
"Joy," he growled, his voice thick and deep. My eyes felt like they were burning under his fiery gaze, my breathing sped upon hearing his rough voice pronounce every syllable in my name. "What do you want me to do Joy," he teased as he lowered his head closer to my wet pussy that seeped through my panties. I bit my lip as my legs tensed at his dancing tongue, his smirk grew at his playful action,
"Touch me, Damien," I whispered, his eyes flickered with delight at my response however darkness consumed them.
"Say that again," he teased and I obeyed. "Touch me please Damien," I repeated and waited for his physical response but instead his eyes became dark and his jaw tensed, he tightened the grip on my legs as he let out a dangerous chuckle that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
"I want you to call me a nickname if you will" his eyes flashed with devious intentions, I nodded at his command. "I want you to call me daddy.”
A Different Face
~ Joy ~
"Daddy?" I questioned as he trailed his tongue up my thigh, my confusion was clear but it seemed to delight him more. "Hm, just like that. As much as I love how you say my name, this one sounds better," He purred, looking up to meet my eyes as he caressed my legs. His touch was so sensual yet soothing, it made me shudder and tense at the same time - all I wanted at that moment was for him to touch me more, and he knew that too.
"So," his voice deep and thick, " Are you going to be my good girl and tell me what you want daddy to do?" He pressed kisses onto the insides of my thighs as he moved closer to my throbbing clit. His possessive nature somehow excited me, as before I used to detest his control for objects and beings. My courage was limited but pleasing him right now seemed to turn me on more as my breathing pace quickened, "I want you to touch me," I stuttered. His eyes turned dark, with a smirk growing on his face and his hands gripped my legs in place.
