"About us?" Damien whispered in a completely broken voice. I looked at him, my appetite gone. He looked torn, shattered. "You are having second thoughts now?" The disbelief was evident in his voice.
"No second thoughts," I somehow managed to say. "Just... I need some alone time."
"Don't fucking lie to me Hanna!" Damien yelled. "I heard what you just said. I come home to find you in the bathroom, in the towel nonetheless, then you throw some weird attitude on me, then you say that you need to think about us?!"
I got up, all the anger I had been feeling for the past few days surfacing. "This is what I don't get. Give Hanna rules, punish Hanna. Don't let Hanna do that, don't let Hanna do that. That's all it is with you."
"You have a problem with the rules?" Damien gritted out.
"I have a problem with you!" I screamed, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You always dictate what I should do. You never ask if I'm okay with it."
Damien looked at me as if I was insane. I continued, "You don't want me to use language, but you can! You cannot expect me to stop altogether. That's like running before walking. You left me in the shower--"
"Hanna," Damien's voice was strangled.
"Don't," I warned him. "You came back at six. I was in the bathroom, sobbing and you didn't care enough to come look at lunch, or sometime later. Were you even going to come back?"
"Of course I was!" he snapped at me. "Don't accuse me of something like that. I was angry and I needed some time alone."
I raised my eyebrows. "Exactly my point. You can get angry, you can get mad, but I can't. You can have some time alone, but I can't. What kind of a relationship is this?"
Traitorous tears fell down my face and as Damien reached towards me, I stumbled back. I needed the time away from him. I needed to be able to listen to my thoughts. I wanted to think without him invading my privacy. "Please...just leave me alone for some time."
"Take all the time you need." Damien looked torn. "I'll be waiting right here. And everything you said is right, I should have explained why I like the rules, the control. And when you are ready to even look at me, I will. I promise."
I didn't say anything. I walked out of the house and walked along the beach. Damien's words played in my head like a broken record. What made him like that? Why he liked control?
But all these thoughts flew from my mind as I gazed at the calming ocean. The waves splashed and the sound almost sounded like an opera.
I walked into the house to see Damien sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. He looked broken. "Damien," I whispered, immediately gaining his attention. He looked up and relief flooded his features.
"You came back." He sounded stunned. He got off the couch and pulled me into his arms. He hugged me as if his life depended on it. And I felt it. His desperation, his apology. I loved this man, but sometimes he didn't see reason. He pulled back and looked at me with eyes filled with apology. "I'm so sorry Hanna. I...just... I should have told you why I'm like this."
"Tell me," I whispered. His eyes widened. He led me to the couch and sat down. I kept the distance between us, and I saw the hurt in his eyes when I did that.
"It started when I found out that Rita was pregnant. I knew it wasn't mine. And I loved her so much that it broke me to even picture her with someone else." He took a deep breath. I tried and kept a neutral emotion on my face. I didn't want him to see how affected I was. "And I decided that I would control my life. Not let anyone else take control. Even sexually I became a dominant. I liked and preferred my rules from day one."
"I'm not going to cheat on you," I whispered, my voice completely broken.
"I know," Damien mumbled, "I should trust you and not give you rules. I thought that I would be keeping you close to me by doing that, but instead I've just pushed you away."
I remained silent. We both knew that this was true. He had pushed me away from him. I didn't mind the so called punishments, but I didn't like the rules. He had to understand that I wasn't his submissive, I was his wife and mate. I was his equal. I would not cheat on him.
"I'm really sorry. I promise, no more rules, no more punishments." Damien said. I just nodded. I wanted to tell him that I didn't mind the punishments part, but I would do that once we got home. "I understand if you want to leave right now. The yacht is here. I'll give you all the time you need Hanna." His voice broke in the end, "But please just don't leave me. I can't live without you."
I risked a glance at his face. He looked truly broken. I felt moisture gather in my eyes, and I looked away. Did I forgive him? Deep down, I knew I forgave him when he told me why he liked control. He didn't want to get hurt and his control made sure of that. He had gotten hurt once and he didn't want it to happen once again.
"You know what I want you to do?" I whispered, moving closer to him.
"Tell me," Damien said in a soft voice. "I will do anything for you."
I looked up into his face and reached up to touch his jaw. His stubble poked my skin. Damien regarded me cautiously, wondering where I was going with this. I reached up and kissed him. He didn't respond for a millisecond, before he was kissing me back with the same passion. He didn't do anything else, only kissed me. I smiled and pulled back.
"I want you to take me to bed, and hold me till I fall asleep. Can you do that?"
He let out a breath before standing up and picking me up in his arms. I let out a squeal and he laughed. He walked into the bedroom and set me down. I took off my clothes, aware that he was watching me. I sashayed into the closet and picked out one of his shirts. I put it on and heard his groan. When I turned around, Damien stood there only in boxers. He pulled me to him and kissed me.
"Thank you," he whispered against my lips. He pulled me into bed with him and held me close. I listened to his consistent breathing, but I knew that he wasn't asleep. Then I remembered something.
"You still owe me the twenty questions," I mumbled sleepily.
He laughed quietly, "I'll answer your twenty questions tomorrow baby."
"Hmm." I muttered, before sleep completely overtook me.
"Hanna?" Damien asked as I was making breakfast. He was being very cautious. He hasn't even made prude comments on me. He was keeping his distance and I frowned. I didn't understand why he had to do that. I thought that we were past this stage.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking up and plastering a fake smile on my face.
"We'll be ready to sail in one hour. Have you packed everything?" He asked.
"Yeah," I muttered, then smirked as something came to me. "I made reservations at L'amour for tonight."
His eyes widened. "Why?"
I dropped what I was doing and made my way to him. "So that I can show my husband off and when we get home you can make love to me."
He looked stunned. "Hanna," he groaned. I recognized the need in his voice. I reaches up and pressed my lips to his. He groaned into the kiss, making me smirk. I pressed closer to him, running my hands along the contours of his chest.
"I need you," I whispered, cupping him through his jeans. He groaned. He lifted me up and I was up against the wall. I was still in his shirt, wearing nothing inside. His hands found my wet pussy and I moaned as he rubbed my clit.
My hands flew to his jeans and I quickly pulled them down. He fingered me, using just one finger and I bucked against his palm. "Oh. Oh...” I moaned.
"Give it to me Hanna," Damien growled and I came like a puppet to him. I moaned my release. Before I had a chance to recover from his assault, his hard, swollen cock entered me, filling me completely to the hilt.
"Damien..." I moaned as he pounded into me at an animalistic pace. He kept going, his hands ripped open the shirt and his mouth found one taut nipple. He suckled on it, bit on it making me moan. I was so close to cumming again and he knew it.
He reached down and rubbed my clit, alternating between my nipples. I screamed as I came and Damien followed soon after. I sagged against him, my head on his shoulder. The shirt was somewhere on the floor, and so were his jeans. Damien slowly pulled out of me, making me wince.
"That was...” I looked for words to describe how I felt.
"Amazing," Damien finished the sentence for me. I nodded. "I think we'll have to skip breakfast."
"Hmm," I snuggled deeper into his chest.
"Hanna," Damien said in a no nonsense tone and I looked up. "Get dresses. We have to leave."
"I love when you speak like that," I whispered, running my lips down his jaw. "It turns me on so much."
Damien growled and put me down. "Go get dressed!"
I pouted and he laughed. I ran to the bedroom and got dressed in shorts and a tank top. We were going to be in the yacht anyways. When I walked down Damien was already dressed and was waiting at the door with a cup and a piece of toast in his hands. When I reached him, he handed me the cup and I smelt the strong coffee. I grinned at him before sipping the coffee and eating the toast. He was such an amazing guy.
"Time to go back home," Damien said.
"I don't think I have a job anymore," I despaired.
Damien raised one eyebrow at me. "You will. I'll talk to your employers if you want me to."
I hugged him tightly, "You’re the best."
"Go!" I shooed Damien away from our room when he tried to see what I was wearing for dinner. I wanted to surprise him.
"Hanna," Damien protested. "It’s my room too. I need to get dressed."
"Wait," I raised my hand and locked the door. I rummaged his closet and took out a suit. I opened the door and gave him the suit. "Here you go."
"You know," Damien mentioned conversationally. "I thought this 'throw your husband out of the room' phase occurred only after maybe fifty years and here it took you five minutes."
I laughed. "Go away, I have a surprise for you."
He grumbled and walked away. I shut the door, making sure to lock it. I stripped out of my clothes and took a quick shower. I put on red lacy underwear, foregoing the bra. I put on the dress that I had specially selected for tonight. It was a one shoulder red chiffon dress, with a slit on the side.
I did my hair and makeup, not going overboard with it. I put on my heels and grabbed my purse. When I waked downstairs, Damien was on the phone.
"Yes," He sounded annoyed. "Tell him I'll see him tomorrow. Martin too. Yes... No, that is insane!" He turned around. He gave me a dazzling grin. "I'll call you tomorrow." He cut the call and walked over to me. "You look absolutely beautiful."
I smiled shyly. "Thank you, so do you." Damien was dressed in black slacks, a light blue shirt and the blazer. He pulled me in for a kiss and I responded just as eagerly as him.
"We should get going," I mumbled onto his lips. "After all, you still have to make love to me once we get home."
Damien groaned. He pulled back and took my hand in his. When we went out I stood shell shocked, gaping at the marvelous car in front on me. "You like?" Damien asked, and I mutely nodded. The red Ashton Martin took my breath away. Damien pulled me towards the car and opened the door. I got in, feeing the plush leather beneath me.
Damien got in and started driving. "It’s yours?" I asked.
"Yes," Damien stated proudly and I smiled. "Looks like she matched your dress."
"She?" I asked. Damien turned and gave me a look. I blushed when I realized that he was talking about the car. "Oh."
"So..." I trailed off. "Twenty questions."
"You're serious!" Damien exclaimed.
"Yes." I said in a somber tone, "Favorite color?"
"Red," Damien answered and a blush covered my cheeks. I knew why he was saying that.
"Favorite movie?" I asked, looking at him.
"Uh... The Godfather."
It continued like this until we reached the restaurant. When Damien gave the valet the keys to the car, I could see the excitement in his eyes. Damien saw that too and muttered, "If there is even one scratch on her, I will sue this place."
"Whoa there, Mr. Black," I smirked. "I don't think anything will happen to your precious car."
Damien gave me a dirty look and I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. We walked in and Damien summoned the manager with just a click of his fingers. "We have a reservation under Black."
The manager looked into his notepad. "Follow me."
We were seated in a corner of the restaurant. Damien slid in next to me and his hand rested casually against my thigh, on my bare skin. I took in a deep breath.
I was so engrossed in Damien's hand moving against my thigh, so close to my moist center, that I didn't even know what he ordered. "Eat," Damien whispered and fed me something.
The rest of the dinner continued like that, Damien didn't move his hand further than my inner thigh. By the time we left the restaurant, I was wet and ready for him.
I grasped Damien's hand as we waited for the car. Damien speed home in record time. I moved my hand against his cock, feeling him harden beneath me. I smirked and just as I was about to pop open his pants, the car stopped. Damien got out and opened my door. "You go on in, I'll just park the car."
I nodded and walked to the front door. As the door came into sight, my purse fell from my hand and a scream escaped my lips.
Damien came rushing by my side. "Hanna?"
With shaky fingers I pointed to the door.
YOU ARE MINE AND I WILL GET YOU.
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