Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
In a whirlwind of red bottomed heels and sparkly jewelry, Damien and the attendant transform me into a glamorous version of myself I didn’t know existed until I saw myself in the mirror.
I feel beautiful. Damien makes me feel beautiful.
“Ready to eat, pretty girl?” Damien asks, holding his hand out for me to take.
We thank the shop attendant, and then he whisks me away to a restaurant that blows my mind just as much as the rest of this trip has. The restaurant has an incredible view of the Eiffel Tower, and the interior is dimly lit but not so much so that I had to strain to see. The atmosphere is cozy but upscale, and we’re led straight to a private booth with the best view of the city by the front window.
“This is incredible,” I breathe, gratitude smothering me.
“Wait until you taste the food,” Damien says, smiling at me. “I meant it when I said this is the best restaurant I’ve ever been to.”
There’s no menu, but food and wine pairings begin arriving, each as amazing as the last. Damien tells me about the owners, how they’re a mother-son team who built this place from nothing, and how he comes back every chance he gets. It warms my heart to see how much he so obviously cares about these people. He’s a billionaire, but the money hasn’t corrupted his heart.
With my heart and stomach happily full, Damien asks if I want to go back to his apartment with him. The fact he’s asking, the silent offer of finding me somewhere else to stay if I’m not comfortable, only makes me fall for him more. I can’t stop thinking about the kiss on the jet and the way he makes me feel. I want more, more of him, more of this.
Just like every other aspect of this trip, Damien’s Paris apartment is amazing. It’s huge and open but feels homely at the same time. There are touches of Damien’s style throughout, books on the side tables and jackets hung up on the back of the door.
“Come here a lot?” I ask, looking around.
He chuckles, bending down to help me out of my heels. My feet ache, but it’s worth it for how pretty the shoes are.
“I must admit I view this city as a second home,” he answers, rising to his feet. “It’s an escape but also a homecoming every time I return to Paris.”
“That sounds amazing,” I say with a sigh, unable to imagine such a feeling.
“I hope it will feel that way for you, too,” he says quietly, wrapping his arm around my waist and drawing me close. I tip my head back and stare up at him, my heart racing in my chest. “I hope I can feel like home to you. A place to be yourself, a place where you’re safe and loved.”
My breath catches, and there are no words to express how much his words touch me. So instead of saying anything, I push up on my toes and kiss him. A fire ignites between us, burning me up the second his mouth is on mine.
He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist instinctively, arms twining around his neck. I moan as I feel his hard length press against my core, my body desperately for more. He carries me over to the kitchen counter, sitting me on the edge.
“Thank you for everything,” I whisper against his lips, panting and needy. “Today’s been incredible.”
Something flashes in his eyes, intriguing me. He licks his lips, pausing for a second before he surprises me by saying, “If you’re going to thank me, I should teach you how to do it properly.”
I blink at him, my heart fluttering at the dark lust in his voice, though I’m a little confused by what he means. “Properly?” I repeat, my voice little more than a breathy whisper.
He grins, and holy crap, I can feel how wet I’m getting just from kissing and being near him. “Say, ‘Thank you, Daddy,’” he tells me, voice dark and delicious.
I inhale sharply, surprised by the wave of desire that washes over me. I lick my lips, swallowing as I look up at him. He’s patient, waiting to see what I’ll do. I know that if I tell him no, this is too much, he’ll drop it immediately. But I don’t want to do that. I want to see how he reacts to me calling him that, to me giving him my submission. I’ve never done any of this with anyone before, and I haven’t wanted to before now. Before Damien.
I take a deep breath, gripping the edge of the counter as my thighs tense together, and say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
5
DAMIEN
My sweet, perfect, pretty girl stares up at me, her big blue eyes locked on mine. Her lips are swollen and wet from our kisses, her breath coming hard and fast. A quick glance confirms that she’s squeezing her thighs together, silently seeking relief. I’m hard as a fucking rock, utterly desperate with need for her.