Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

He sighed, the numbing cream feeling so good against his skin. Though it wasn't the antiseptic wipe, he figured that numbing it up would be a good enough patch to get him through until tomorrow morning, so he started to get up, only to feel himself being pulled back onto the bed.

Damien fidgeted impatiently, but didn't respond to her words. He didn't understand what more she wanted to do with the wound now that it didn't hurt anymore. When he felt her breath on his skin, his body tensed, hating the feeling of having his back to her as she fiddled with his wound. When she mentions that it's going to feel odd, he has to use all of his self-control not to turn around or retreat from her prodding fingers.

"That's okay, just do what you need to do." He gritted his teeth, getting an idea of what she meant when he felt his numb skin stretch and the wipe going inside him slightly. "Nnnggnnn..." It wasn't noise of pain, but one borne of the uncomfortable feeling of what she was doing. She had to be done now, hadn't she? He was rewarded for his "patience" when she finally put on the band-aid. His body immediately relaxed, the man sighing as he recognized how much better he felt now that he didn't have to worry about it, and it wasn't in pain anymore.

"Thank you." He said quietly, still facing away from her. Damien didn't really know what else to say. "Where did you learn to clean wounds?"

 

[Drobabes]

Did he really just thank her? He could have just demanded that she cleaned it for him, even after she made the offer. A small blush creeped onto her face as she answered.

"I'm not a doctor or anything, but I wanted to be one for a while, so I watched a lot of videos and read when I could. But I can't handle watching people in a lot of pain, so I gave up on it. It wasn't worth the commitment if I was just going to faint if I heard someone scream."

She reaches out and scoots the first-aid box up towards his hand.

"Here. Shouldn't need anything else."

She was flustered by his response to her, having expected him to be angry for having to let someone help him, and feeling more than a little awkward. She was about to say something else, when suddenly her stomach growled loudly.

 

[Poprockz]

There was no response for a minute before he replied, "I think you would get used to it after a while. People are resilient- they can get used to just about anything, no matter how fucked up it might be."

His hand gently reaches out and touches the first aid box, pulling it to himself before he held it in his hands. He would have more scars, now, which made him a bit happy and a bit sickened at the same time. It was almost freeing to have his body marked and discolored, having had a flawless body for most of his life.

That's fine, honey. just remember, no visible marks on him.

He shivered, getting up and walking to the bathroom to put the kit away. Her stomach noises weren't wasted on him, though, and he headed back into the kitchen. Taking some ingredients from around the kitchen, he started to make lunch.

Damien ended up making a pizza, taking a ball of dough from the fridge for it. Once he was done putting all the toppings he wanted on his side of the pizza (olives, pepperoni, mushrooms, and onions), he turned to her. "What would you like on your half?"

 

[Drobabes]

"I think you would get used to it after a while. People are resilient- they can get used to just about anything, no matter how fucked up it might be."

She looked up at him, surprised by what he had to say. She had thought something similar for a very long time but had never expressed it to anyone besides her brother. Well, not pertaining to doctors per-say...

She sat on the bed, lost in thought as he worked in the kitchen. When he asked her what she wanted on her half, she got curious and climbed off the bed. She came over to the entrance of the kitchen and looked at his handiwork, a bit impressed that he had managed to make it so perfectly round and like an actual pizza. Every time she had tried to make a pizza herself at home, it always came out looking odd and more like a flat football with some scattered ingredients.

"Just mushrooms is fine."

A very small smile twisted her lips as she remembered the first time her brother got her to try something besides cheese, and how much she had fought him on it, but ultimately ended up loving the squishy texture of the mushrooms.

Looking up into Damien's eyes, she realizes what she's doing and quickly turns around, heading right back to the bed to wait. When did she start to feel comfortable around him? Not good, not good!

 

[Poprockz]

He merely glanced at her as she came over to hover nearby, seemingly admiring his cooking skills as she let him know what she wanted. Damien started putting mushrooms on her side of the pizza, not noticing the little smile on her face, but wondering to himself why she paused there, simply standing and watching for a minute in close proximity to him.

However, a movement she makes causes him to look up at her, meeting her eyes. They stand there staring at each other before she turns away, skittering back to the bed as though he had smacked her ass or something. A little smile appeared on his own face, his large hands placing her mushrooms on the pizza before he puts the pizza in the oven on its tray.

Damien set the timer on the oven for 20 minutes, washing his hands and cleaning up. All the ingredients were put back, the dishes put in the dishwasher, and the counters cleaned. Once done, he sighed, 12 minutes left for the pizza. He considered putting his shirt back on, but decided he felt more comfortable with it off for now.

They stood there in silence before the timer went off, the man carefully taking it out of the oven and grabbing a pizza slicer and cutting it up. He put two pieces on each of their plates and carried one over to her before settling himself at the kitchen table once more. The pizza was a bit hot, though, so he waited for a minute or two for it to cool.

 

[Drobabes]

"Thanks" she says as she takes the pizza, wasting no time digging in. She took small, rapid bites, chewing quickly even as the hot cheese burnt her tongue and roof of her mouth. Pizza was one of her favourite foods and there was little that could be done to it to turn her off from it. Well, except for too many toppings.

She manages to hold it such a way that she prevents the grease from touching anything besides the tips of her fingers as she happily chews away. By the time Damien has gotten his first bite in, she has already picked up her second piece, blowing some steam away from it in an attempt to cool it down and enjoy it a little longer.

 

[Poprockz]

He chewed his bite slowly, watching in wonderment as she absolutely devours her pizza without mercy. It was kind of hot, watching her eat the pizza. It certainly looked like it was hot on her end as well, the way she would sometimes breath out of her mouth to prevent it from burning her too badly. It was obvious that she was getting a bit burnt, but it was almost admirable the way she didn't let it prevent her from her consumption.

A burnt tongue or roof of his mouth was not something he wanted, though. After all, he may be kissing her later or tasting other parts of her, depending, so he didn't want to dull his senses. That reminded him... What was he to do after their meal? Should he go for another round of anal, or just fuck her between her beautiful legs? Should he make her suck his cock again, but give her control over the action? There were just so many things he wanted to do before he let her go. He needed to have her more, to feel her body against his and to cum inside her, whatever entrance he was using.

His cock stirred within his pants as he thought about it, eating his pizza and contemplating his choices. That beautiful white dress... He decided that whatever they did, she would keep it on.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora had pulled her legs up under her to sit cross-legged on the bed as she ate her meal. She almost smiled at the gooey goodness, it being best thing that had happened in the last twenty four hours. Well, that wasn't completely true, but she was choosing to ignore the other bits.

Suddenly she was aware of the way Damien was staring at her as she ate, and she pauses mid-bite. Now it was her turn to feel the awkward silence making the air heavy.

Her eyes look away as she finishes chewing, suddenly wishing she hadn't eaten so fast. She clears her throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm under his lingering gaze.

"So uh, how did you get so good at cooking?"

She takes another bite, chewing much slower this time, wanting to draw out the time between her lips on the hot slice and his hot body.

 

[Poprockz]

"Hm? Oh, well. I... suppose I just picked it up. My parents didn't really cook at all, just ordering out or going out to restaurants, so I learned pretty quickly how to make something decent for myself. I think from there it just went from necessity to hobby." He took another bite of pizza, wondering why he had spoken so much. She couldn't really care about any of that. She was probably just trying to make things less awkward.

The pizza was great, and he made a mental note to use the same flour for the dough next time. He made a whole wheat one lately, but it didn't seem to have the same pzazz.

"So I assume that means you like it? I'm glad. It's actually fun to do if you have time. When you get home, you should try making your own pizza dough with Robin's bakery's flour. I've found that theirs is just super tasty for some reason." Another bite was taken, but this one felt a bit bitter, the thought of her going home fresh in his mind. He made sure not to show it on his face, though.

 

[Drobabes]

Good Cora, you got him talking-now keep him talking.

"I'll try to remember that; every time I try to make a pizza it comes out looking like a flat football. Kind of tastes like one too..."

Her lips form a little pout as she thinks about her less-than passable cooking skills. Taking another bite of her pizza, she chews for a moment then continues on.

"Your parents never cooked anything with you? That's like...one of the funnest things you can do with your kid. My dad and brother were always in the kitchen making stuff."

She was almost finished with her second slice and trying to think of what else she could say to keep him talking. Usually people enjoyed talking about their childhoods, having fond memories of the good old days. Maybe she could ask him if he ever had any pets...

 

[Poprockz]

He chuckled at her joke, taking another bite, almost done with his first slice. He liked her sense of humor, the way she punctuated it with that cute little face she made. Damien assumed that she was exaggerating the poor quality of her cooking, but found the idea of a football shaped pizza to be quite cute.

However, her next sentence stops him mid-bite, his mouth drawing away as he set the pizza down. His expression had darkened considerably, as though the sentence itself had ruffled his feathers.

"No, they weren't... those kind of parents." was all he said in reply, leaving his pizza on his plate and going to the water kettle to pour himself some hot water. He searched through the drawer and put some ginger-lemon tea in the water, steeping the bag as he returned. The water wasn't boiling hot anymore, but was just the right temperature for tea. His appetite seemed to be gone, but maybe he would munch on the pizza a little bit later.

His parents weren't a subject he liked talking about, so he tried to change the conversation to something else that he felt like he had a bit more power over.

"So, what kind of lewd things should we do after lunch? I was thinking of simply taking you between your legs in that beautiful white dress of yours." There it was. Something he was good at to boost his self-confidence and mood.

 

[Drobabes]

The expression made her regret the question immediately, still fearing a little bit that she was going to say the wrong thing and see that switch that had caused him to use the leg bar on her. It isn't until he comes back out with his tea that she finally relaxes. Making a mental note to not bring up parents again, she sits the pizza down on the side of the bed. Did he actually want an answer to that question, or was he just getting ready for round two?

"Um...I was thinking maybe just some TV?"

Her legs uncross and she starts scooting herself backwards, a little fearful of what he was going to do. Not of him hurting her, no, but something worse. Playing with his little toy in all the right ways until she couldn't think for herself anymore and she was quaking on his cock. Even the sight of it, the noticable bulge in his pants, made her pussy soak itself in anticipation.

 

[Poprockz]

His steely grey eyes watched her scoot back on the bed, a small amused smile on his face. With that dress on, she looked like someone a village would tie to a stake and offer up to sea monster or dragon, or toss her in a volcano to appease the gods. Though he imagined she would be very pissed off about it.

"TV? But that sounds so boring. I think it would be much more fun to be inside you. Speaking of which, do you squirt often? I could have sworn that I felt you do so in our last session." He grinned, feeling good enough now to take another bite of pizza. He chewed deliberately, watching her face for a blush he hoped would come.

 

[Drobabes]

Her back hit the bars of the bed, making her shiver as the cold metal touched her shoulder. Damnit, why did she have to be such a pig with that pizza? She could have had a few more moments of blissful peace. Now she was going to get chained up again, and...and...

"Speaking of which, do you squirt often?.."

Her face turned bright red and she scowls.

"I'm not going to give you my whole life history of sex" she growls.

The truth was, she had never squirted in her life. She had never felt many of the strong sexual heights that he brought her too. She wasn't going to tell him that, though. Him with that stupid, smug, sexy face, chewing on that pizza like it was a meal at a fine restaurant.

 

[Poprockz]

Ah, there it was. It even made the pizza taste better to see that delightful blush on her cute, scowling face. He set the pizza down and wiped his hands on a napkin, swallowing what he had in his mouth and slowly sauntering forward. "That's okay, I suppose I don't really need to know."

Damien started to undo his pants, pushing them to the ground and stepping out of them. He crawled onto the bed and made his way toward her until he was hovering over her. As she was sitting up against the bars, he got up on his knees and put an arm to either side of her, grabbing a bar in each hand as he met her gaze. His cock was already hard for her, the idea of having another session of intimate pleasure making his heart pump faster.

"Now... I was considering leaving you out of handcuffs this time. It's a bit of a risk, but I'm willing to take it. However, if you get any ideas, then I may have to make things very uncomfortable for you, Cora. What'll it be? Handcuffs, or no handcuffs?" His eyes searched hers, wondering what she would say. Obviously having no handcuffs would seem preferable, but who knows? Maybe she liked being bound or knew she would do something stupid if she wasn't tied up.

 

[Drobabes]

Her chest almost hurt with how fast her heart was pumping, the sight of him dropping his pants sending her hormones flying. Was it just because he made her feel so good? Was her body always going to react like this now, craving a dark touch?

The way he caged her in made her quiver. Those hands could be soft or hard. Make her skin feel like silk under his touch, or capture her and force her to do his bidding if she foolishly disobeyed. She had gotten the upper hand on him twice now, but truth be told, that was the most violent she had ever been to another person. If it really came down to it, she wasn't sure if she had what it took to actually hurt him, given the chance. That, and...

"You carried me all the way here without even losing your breath..."

Her eyes stared up through her lashes, and she hated how weak her voice sounded.

"What am I going to do, lift you up and throw you across the room?"

Her head was swimming. His face was so close to hers, all she could think about was if he was going to bend down and claim her mouth, and if he was as talented at that as he was everything else.

 

[Poprockz]

She had a point. He had snapped a man's neck right behind her, in fact. However, that wasn't necessarily the point of the cuffs. He was confident that he could really hurt her if he wanted to, but the cuffs were more to keep her from squirming and struggling to the point where he had to use his hands to pin her wrists down, making him unable to use them for anything else.

He chuckled, "That's true. So I'll take that as a vote for no handcuffs. If that's the case..." Damien leaned forward slowly, his eyes flicking down to her lips. He had craved a kiss from her for a while now, and not a half-hearted kiss like they had shared before when she turned her head away.

His lips slowly pressed against hers, soft and sweet before pulling back and pressing against her again. She felt his tongue brush against her lips, seeking entry into her mouth. He wondered if she would let him, or whether she would try to deny him a taste of her lovely mouth. If she denied, he had other ways of getting what he wanted, though she might not like it at first.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora wanted so badly to lean into the kiss, to melt under his gentle caress of her soft lips, but, she was still holding back. She was scared that kissing him back would mean she was consenting, and, circling back around, consenting to his total taking of her. She had given into him when he drove her mad with his knowledge and experience, driving her to a heated lust so strong she all but begged him, but now, right now...she still had her wits about her.

She lets her lips part just the smallest amount for his exploring tongue, but she doesn't join him in the dance. Not yet.

 

[Poprockz]

She had let him in, reluctantly to be sure, but it was all he needed. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and finding hers. Damien had a longer, flexible tongue, so he had no trouble playing with hers. He teased her, wrapping around it, slipping over it, and trying to pull it into his own mouth. Every moment of it felt so erotic to him and he couldn't help but smile at the taste of pizza on her tongue. His hot breath could be felt inside as he kissed his darling captive.

His left hand moved to the back of her head, holding her to him as his other hand drifted down her chest to her soft breast. It was fondled gently, his fingers pinching her nipple slightly to get her riled up. He wanted her to be wet and ready when he finally decided to take her once more.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora closed her eyes and let him take her body once again. She wasn't used to making out like this, with so much tongue, but damn if he wasn't good at it. She felt almost like a stumbling teenager again, her movements unsure and lacking confidence. It isn't until his hand weaves itself into her hair and he pulls her closer that she finally gives in and kisses back with some ferver.

A small sound escapes her lips, something between a whine and a whimper, and her hands come up to rest against his chest as she feels his own rapid heartbeat. Her tongue copies his movements, albeit a little slower, a little more unsure, but definitely seeking more. As his fingers play and fondle with her breast, she whines again and her hands grip the collar of his shirt gently, the feeling of it excruciatingly good and sending that electric buzz right down to her nethers again.

 

[Poprockz]

The way she kissed him back only encouraged him, his mouth becoming more hungry as he kissed her deeply. He sucked on her lip, pulling on it softly before letting it go and slipping his tongue back inside. Damien was loving that she was finally giving in to him, realizing that her resistance to him was futile. His heart beat quickly from the touch of her hands on his chest, happy with her touching him anywhere.

He withdrew from her mouth for a moment, panting softly. The hand on her breast slid down and around her waist. In one fluid moment, he pulled her down so that she was no longer sitting up, instead laying under him, her white dress spread out underneath her. Damien quickly took off his shirt, tossing it to the side. His left hand found hers, bringing it back to his chest as though he wanted her to continue to touch him.

"Jesus... you turn me on so much." he panted, moving his mouth to her neck for a moment, sucking on her skin before moving to her ear. His mouth kissed it before nibbling on it gently, his other arm withdrawing from underneath her and moving lower on her body, moving past her hip as he enjoyed the feeling of the soft fabric on her skin.

 

[Drobabes]

She gasps for air as he sucks on her lower lip and moans as his mouth claims hers again, almost like he wanted to steal it back. Her breathing picked up like she has been running, panting and taking in deep breaths through her nose, not willing to pull away. Not that he would have let her, and that thought on it's own sent a little tingle through her skin.

As he pulls her down underneath him, her eyes open in surprise. Cora was glad she opened them though, as she got to watch him peel his shirt off, revealing his chest to her. A chest that he brought her hands back to and she was more than happy to touch.

"Jesus... you turn me on so much."

Her hands slide up his chest and rest on his collarbone as he kisses her neck, making her gasp.

"Damien..." she moans as he nibbles her ear.

"I, I can't think when you do that."

Her fingers travel to his jaw and she pulls his chin to her lips, kissing him softly until his own lips are back on hers. She moans as his hand slides lower, and in turn she lets one of her own hands travel to his chest and side, where she gently grips his love handle.

 

[Poprockz]

He shivers from the sound of his name being moaned, no better compliment to his ears. Already he can feel his cock dribbling precum from how aroused this was making him and he knew he had to have her soon.

"Then don't think... just be with me." he answered softly before feeling her pull him back into a kiss. He gladly complied with her wishes, letting his tongue ravish her once more as he basked in the feeling of their hot breaths intermingling. It took him a moment, but he found the edge of her dress, slowly pulling it up to reveal more of her legs inch by inch. It wasn't just her legs that he was after, though.

For a moment he wondered if it would be okay to let go just this once, to actually let himself feel the connection one could feel to another person. He wanted nothing more than to let their bodies roll in time, her legs wrapped around him as they shared pleasure and sounds of bliss. Damien decided that he would allow it, but only this time.

His kiss changed a bit, becoming more hungry, more desperate, as though he was afraid that she might disappear at any moment. Both of his hands pulled the skirt of her dress up further and he spread her legs, letting his cock rest against her drenched folds before rubbing it back and forth. He let out a moan into her mouth, his eyes closed tightly.

 

[Drobabes]

His words were so sweet, and so full of need. Something had changed. That wasn't the Damien that had kidnapped her and forced himself between her legs; it was a man showing something vulnerable, something that was small and fragile and if she blinked she might drop it and shatter it into a million pieces.

Her eyes opened, looking at his face as his kiss became feverish. Something in her own heart ached, recognizing something in him that she couldn't put into words, or even a coherent feeling. So instead she listened. She closed her eyes and melted into his touch.

Don't think...

She let the hand that had been holding his face roam up along his neck and into his hair, tugging him to her gently.

...just be with me.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and she lifted her hips up to meet him, lining the entrance of her hot sex up with his throbbing cock and pushing down on him slowly but insistently.

She wanted him inside her.

She wanted him to feel how much she wanted him in that moment.

 

[Poprockz]

He allowed himself to feel connected to her, to convey the need he felt for another person to simply see him. He wanted her to touch him, to make him feel worthy and wanted. It felt like he was starving and that she was the only person that could ease the ache.

Damien felt her pull and hold his mouth against her as though she needed more of him as well. It made his heart flutter, his hope rising in his heart that she wanted this too. The legs around his waist surprised him, but her grinding against him surprised him more. It wasn't just a hope shedid want him, and she seemed to be matching his amount of desperation. It almost felt like they were the same person in some ways, a foreign feeling to him.

There was no way he could wait now, so he reached down and held his cock as he plunged deep inside her. His arm then rested above her shoulder, his hand coming around to cradle the back of her head as he started to thrust his hips. He almost shook with need, focusing on the feeling of her warm body against his. It felt like more than sex, more than lust... it was just more, and he didn't know how to describe it having not felt it before.