LOVE AND SEX (the mafia’s slutty wife)

“Are you scared, baby girl” Damon’s spoke slowly, his eyes holding mysteries that Serena did not want to phantom.

“I am not, this contract is just very scary. What does safe word mean? And how am I supposed to know when to use it. You said here that I am to keep my eyes down and met head bowed at all times and whenever you ask me to keep a straight face, I must. I am not permitted to orgasm until you allow me?”

“Yes I know every well what it says there, Serena” Damon responded dryly.

“I am finding it hard to understand half of what is written here, you should explain this contract to me.”

“Your safe word is something you say when you don’t like something I am doing to you and you want me to stop.”

“Well, can’t I just say stop?”

“No, you can’t just say stop because I might not…what I mean is, I might think it is just you saying it. That’s why a safe word is important, you don’t use it unless you actually want me to stop.”

“Wow, okay that being settled, how exactly do I not orgasm until you tell me to. It’s not like I have any control over my own body and I have to say there are a lot of things I am not supposed to do on this thing.” Serena said waving the papers in front of her.

“That is the thrill of what you are about to experience, Serena. If you orgasm without my express permission, then I am allowed to punish you. If you so much as allow your face betray your emotions without my permission, I am allowed to spank you hard. It is all there in the contract and that is why you should read it carefully, you can still back out.” He said to her.

Serena had no intentions of backing out, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her and if it meant doing things he wanted, she was more than willing.

“Who made you this way?” She asked.

Damon’s fingers stilled in the action of trying to adjust his stance, he had been caught off guard by her question but he was not about to tell her that his mother had been a fan of such, in fact he had been her submissive as soon as he could understand the word and had grown a sizeable penis. She had taught him all he knew and he had both loved and hated her, he wasn’t sure his father had been aware of their relationship, he was always out and about, barely taking the time to observe his family and most especially his only son. He had stopped satisfying his mother’s sexual desires when he was about eighteen and this was because she liked them younger, she had moved on to other children, some had been children of her friends who were also involved in what she did. When she died, he had felt both relief and a deep sense of loss, after all she had been both his lover and mentor.

“You haven’t responded” Serena noted calmly.

She had noticed the flare of surprise in his eyes and then they had hardened, brooking no room for questions. She knew she had just touched a raw nerve in him but he was making no move to respond to her question.

“You are an inquisitive little minx, aren’t you?” He smiled cynically

“I am just concerned, you must have been introduced to this by someone.”

“You have no idea what you speak of, this is who I am and if you are having problems accepting it then I suggest you not sign those papers.”

“I will sign it and not because of what you just said but because I want to.” Serena told him

He looked relieved, she saw, like he had been expecting her to reject whatever it was he was offering and running for the hills. She had no plans of doing that, in fact she wanted to do this with him. He was her soulmate and although he had not realized it yet, she planned to show him just how they were fated to be.

“So, this is signed. What next?” Serena asked handing the papers to him.

“Next thing on the menu is you, Serena” Damon grinned.

He was shirtless, his jeans riding low on his perfectly sculpted hips. Serena stood before him in anticipation, she wanted him so badly that she could feel her toes tingling just by looking at him. He was going to take her virginity but instead of feeling dread, she was thrilled it was going to be him.

“Race you to the bedroom?” Damon said and took off

Serena laughed richly and followed after him, her heart full and her mind devoid of any seed of doubt.

He was standing in the middle of the room when she finally opened the door, he lifted one hand and beckoned to her.

She walked over to where he stood like someone enthralled and then stopped in front of him.

Damon brushed his fingers through her hair

“Beautiful, Mia dolcezza” He muttered.

Serena closed her eyes, leaning into his raised hand.

“Take me” she said, her eyes flying open… she was ready

“Yes” Damon breathed and then his mouth crashed into hers in a frenzy.

Serena opened her lips to give him access, her tongue meeting his midway, they warred.

Damon groaned, grabbing her hair and rolling it tightly into his fist. He was drowning and he was searching for an anchor but she was his anchor and his storm… only she could drown him and save him.

Serena’s arms flew up to his neck, her knees felt like jelly and she wasn’t sure her legs could support her body anymore.

Fire… all she felt was fire, coursing through her veins, setting every nerve and every organ in her body on fire. She was lost and yet she knew she had finally found her place beside this man.

With one hand fisted in her hair and the other holding her up, Serena gave and took. She opened herself to him, she showed him what she was and she let him take all he could.

Damon wondered if indeed this was what happened when someone found their true love, or was this just the purest of lust and infatuation? He was having difficulty concocting thoughts as to how he was feeling at the moment. All he knew was, he had to have her every way he could think of and he was going to.

With their bodies intertwined like the branches from a tree, he lifted her with one sweep of his arms and laid her on the bed, watching her face the whole time.

“Serena Matteo, I will make love to you now.” He growled.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.