Chapter 37 - THIRTY SEVEN

Chapter 37: Chapter THIRTY SEVEN

ANGEL

I spun around.

Damien stood right behind me. His eyes were heavy with suspicion, sharp enough to crawl under my skin and make my whole body shiver.

How long had he been standing there? Had he seen me hide the pills?

Panic climbed my throat, sharp and sour, but I forced it back down. He’d been in a good mood today. Talking about rewards. Maybe I could twist that to my advantage.

"Oh, I—I was just about to sit," I stammered, my pulse pounding. "I finished eating and thought the couch would be more comfortable than the stool. I’m sorry." I peered up at him and asked softly. "Should I go back to the kitchen?"

Damien said nothing.

Seconds ticked.

I fought the urge to squirm under his stare, struggled even harder not to glance back at the couch where the pills were hidden, to make sure none of them showed.

Then he moved.

One step.

Two.

He closed the distance between us.

"I’ll tell you again," He caught my chin, forcing my face up, his voice low and dark. "Don’t play any games. You won’t escape this place, you’ve been a good girl so far, I would hate to see you mess it up,"

I nodded enthusiastically. "I won’t ruin it,"

"I don’t want you to ruin it either," Damien said, his voice deceptively gentle. "Bad behaviour takes us back to the beginning. And while I’d enjoy that, you wouldn’t." His grip tightened, his eyes burning dangerously.

"So even if you’re lying to me, Angel—be smart about it. Don’t let me find out."

Damien released my face after giving me the gentlest threat I’d ever heard. The fact that he wasn’t fully buying my innocence twisted my stomach. I wanted to outplay him, escape this place, but the thought that he might be playing me too made my heart stumble.

"I’m not lying to you," I whispered.

His scowl eased. One corner of his mouth lifted, his eyes flickering with near-amusement.

Did he believe me... or was he enjoying the lie?

"Since you’re done eating, how about dessert?" His voice turned smooth. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you?"

Relief rushed through me at his swift change of topic.

"Yes. Thank you."

I turned toward the kitchen, already planning how to retrieve the pills later, how to slip them into his food—

"Where are you going?"

I glanced back, confused. "You said dessert..."

"On your knees."

My heart slammed as understanding hit.

That kind of dessert.

Damien waited while my heart rose and thumped against my throat. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d knelt, but it broke me every single time. This had to be the next thing I hated after kissing. Pleasuring him while pretending to like it. At least when he fucked me, my body enjoyed it, it was simply biology, but this... There was nothing for me.

Every rebellious thought I had was carefully hidden, I dropped to my knees on the living room floor, and Damien’s eyes sparked with dark approval.

Then he moved.

He walked past me.

Toward the couch.

My heart slammed. Hard.

Damien sat, and the blood drained from my face, that was the couch where I’d hidden the pills. Why this particular sofa?

He sprawled his thighs wide, getting comfortable and I watched in horror as his body pressed down exactly where I’d shoved the pills deep into the crack.

Would his hand slip down and discover them? I tried to keep my features blank and not let my fear show. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but if I acted suspiciously, he would find out.

"Crawl to me, Angel," he ordered, beckoning with two fingers. "On all fours!"

My knees felt frozen, but I forced them to move. The humiliation of crawling burned through me, but that was nothing compared to the fear of what would happen if he found those pills.

When I reached him, kneeling between his spread thighs, Damien chuckled, his knuckles grazed my cheek almost tenderly.

"You’re so obedient now," he murmured, studying my face with intense eyes. "Do you think you’ve earned yourself a collar?"

I nearly choked at that. A collar. Like I was his pet, or a real slave.

"What do you think?" His fingers traced my jaw, and I could see his other hand resting on the couch cushion.

Right there. Inches from where I’d hidden everything. "Should Master reward you with one?"

I needed to distract him, to let him focus on me instead of where his hand was resting.

"If that’s what you want," I said softly, "I... I want to please you."

Damien’s eyes flared with interest at that.

"Good answer." His hand fisted in my hair, pulling just hard enough to sting. "Such a good girl."

The praise made something warm and sickening bloom in my chest. I leaned into his touch, played the role while watching his other hand from the corner of my eye.

It was still on the cushion. Still too close.

"Unzip my pants," he commanded. "Take out my cock. You want it, don’t you? A good slave always wants to please her master’s cock."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I nodded and let desperation colour my voice. "Please. Please let me suck your cock."

I reached up with trembling hands and slowly unzipped his fly. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard.

I wrapped both hands around it, stroking slowly, looking up at him with what I hoped looked like desire instead of the helpless anger simmering within.

His stupid hand was still resting threateningly on the cushion.

"Go ahead. Suck me nice and slow. Have my cum for dessert,"

I stroked his uncut length again, he became even more rigid and unbelievably bigger, hot and pulsating around my palm.

I slid down his foreskin and found him shiny and moist, precum bubbled in the slit of his cock.

If he weren’t such a miserable retard, I’d say he had a beautiful cock, but his shaft was part of my biggest enemies, so I hated it.

I spat on it, watching as my saliva gobbled down his girth, Damien grunted, watching as my spit slid down too.

I leaned forward, and my tongue met velvet smoothness.

For a fraction of a second, my intrusive thoughts urged me to bite him, would it bleed just like his lips?

Maybe the blood here would taste better?

But a girl could only wish, I’d learned my lesson, pain came fast when recklessness overstepped.

The first time I’d given Damien a blowjob, I’d ’mistakenly’ toothed him, and he had smacked the shit out of my face.

After that, he made me suck him numerous times, until my jaw ached and I learned how to keep the teeth away.

Now, I swirled my tongue around the sensitive underside of his glans, tonguing him thoroughly.

I smooched the tip of his penis before swallowing his bulbous head, tasting the salty tang of his precum, just the way he liked it. Just like I’d seen Jillian do to Daddy’s cock more than a hundred times.

"You’re eager tonight," Damien observed, his voice rough. "Almost like you’re trying extra hard to please me."