Bound by the CEO’s Baby By SunScar9

Chapter 7 

[WARNING: This chapter contains sexually explicit content. Please read it at your own risk or skip!] 

“I told you I wasn’t fucking you here.” 

“You won’t?” she said softly, almost whining 

“Oh, I will. Don’t worry. Just here. When I do, I don’t plan on stopping for a very long time. Plus, I need room to spread out.” He made the point by rubbing his hardness against her. 

“When? Where?” she sounded needy. 

“Now,” he replied, telling her he was just as desperate. “My house. Come with me to my house. It’s just a few minutes down the road. I will call a cab.” 

Damien helped her off the counter and pulled her panties up for her. He straightened her dress and brushed her hair away from her face with his fingers. It was like he enjoyed taking care of her–not just her body. His gentle touch made her just as happy as the orgasm, strangely enough. 

Without admitting it, they knew they couldn’t be seen together. He kissed her gently before walking out of the washroom. Anastasia put some water on her face before walking outside. She felt the cool breeze against her face and saw Damien hailing a cab nearly 

They settled in their hands wandering. The cab driver cleared his throat in irritation and reminded them that they were not in a motel. He demanded they keep their clothes on until they reached Damien’s house. 

Damien pushed the car door open and picked Anastasia up. He carried her on his back and ran down the long driveway. They were laughing as the cool air hit their face. 

Suddenly, he stopped running and she slid off his back. Her legs were unsteady, so she leaned against him for support. She saw the large skyscraper apartment building Damien spun her around to face him and pressed his lips on hers. 

Anastasia put her arms around him and kissed him back eagerly Their lips moved in unison, the kiss grew deeper by the second as his teeth tugged on her. Damien tasted of alcohol, mind, and something sweet. They stumbled through the door and into the elevator, our hands continu isly roaming over each other 

Somehow, Damien managed to unlock the door to his apartment and Ana was beyond ready. She could barely keep up. They burst inside his apartment and he shut the door, pressing her up against it as they continued their hungry path. 

Her hands slid to his neck, grabbing his hair as he explored her curves. His tongue slipped into her mouth, causing her to moan against him. Their breathing grew heavier and she thought she would never catch her breath. But she didn’t care. Anastasia pushed her hips into him and he groaned low in his throat. 

It spurred him on. He lifted her in his strong arms, never breaking away from the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist of their own volition. The cloud fogging her brain prevented her from thinking rationally. Damien’s teeth grazed and nipped at her heated skin and she clawed his back for more. They moved around the room, bumping into things and tearing at each other’s clothes. Nothing else seemed relevant except to have him completely, inside her and all around her. 

Damien started to unbutton her dress and then tugged at it from the hem. His long, nimble fingers made a quick task to take it off while his gray eyes devoured her breasts spilling over the cups of her lingerie. 

Damien licked his lips. “So fucking sexy.” 

He dipped a finger under the thin material of her bra and pulled it down, releasing her milky breast. He lowered his mouth to her hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth. His teeth nipped lightly at her sensitive flesh and tugged, making her head tip back as a moan escaped her parted lips. 

He reached around her body and released the clasp of her bra at the back, freeing her of it. Damien pulled her into him, gripping her hips and lifting her up to him. She gripped her thighs tightly around his hips and crossed her heeled feet, pushing him deeper against her. Damien insisted that she keep on her shoes. Anastasia guessed it was a fetish of his 

Chapter 7 

His length, still hard, pushed against her core, with just a few pieces of material separating them from direct contact. He pulled her panties aside and opened his pants promptly. He pushed the head of his thick member into her mount, parting the lips slowly to accommodate him. Still, he refused to fill her like she needed him to. His one hand gripped his length, while the other hand supported her weight against him, guiding the tip slowly up and down her folds, before dipping back. into her. She groaned and bucked against him, needing more. Demanding more. 

“No, no, no, lovely Anastasia,” he reprimanded her with a shake of his head. “Be a good girl and hold still. I am the one in control here. And only I get to choose how I want to fuck you, and with what pace I want to do it.” 

She grew wetter at his words. Much like in the office, Damien liked to control. And she didn’t mind. In fact, it turned her on fiercely. 

With one last tease, Damien moved Ana toward the bed, lowering her gently onto her back. 

Damien crawled onto the bed, stalking her like a feral predator, and nudged her legs apart with one of his knees. His lips. trailed up from her belly button to the soft flesh of her thigh, as he nipped his way down. His fingers hooked under her panties and pulled them off swiftly. He parted her legs even wider, leaving her bare, glistening flesh completely exposed to him. Anastasia watched over the planes of her body and his eyes raked over her flesh appreciatively. 

A startled cry fell from her lips as his tongue swept over her silken lips, lapping at her arousal. “You are so mouthwatering.” he breathed against her sensitive flesh, dipping a finger into her core. Her body arched up in pleasure, needing friction, needing release.