Damon And Laura

Damon was sitting at his computer doing work when he heard his cell phone vibrate.

"Probably that damn client I've been waiting to hear from." He muttered under his breath. The stress of the last week had left him a little aggravated as the man he was working for gave him continuous grief. He was in the final steps of completing a project but a few setbacks had called for late hours and early rising to get everything he needed to done.

As he opened his phone to see the text message he had received, his eyes opened in shock as he read, "Damon, I want you to take me prisoner tonight...". He immediately went hard realizing the text was not from his 60 year old, slightly balding, client and instead from his girlfriend of a little over 5 years, Laura. Damn the woman knew how to get to him.

They had begun dating their junior year of high school before heading off to different colleges. While they stayed together, those long four years were not something Damon was anxious to relive anytime soon – only being able to see each other every few weeks was excruciating. After graduating, they had purchased an apartment together right outside of Washington, which is where they currently resided.

Always knowing he wanted to be an engineer, Damon had worked hard throughout college in order to come out of school with a multitude of potential job offers. He had chosen one that had allowed him to stay in the area, and was currently working for a government agency designing green aircrafts for the military.

The lack of sexual release had slowly been getting to him even as he knew he had been restraining himself to get his work done. But as the project was coming to a close and Laura had just let him know what she wanted, it wouldn't be gentlemanly to let a lady suffer. As a slow grin formed on his face, Damon murmured quietly to himself, "if that's what she wants..." before closing his phone and beginning to make plans to leave work early.

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Laura leaned back in her chair, grinning, as she imagined the look on Damon's face as he read her text message – surprise, passion, and lust all were surely being reflected in his eyes. Today had been a slow day at work and she couldn't help but teasing him a little.

Laura worked as chief art director for a popular women's magazine and as they had just completed the next month's issue, she had somewhat of a break before having to start her tasks all over again. It was a high-paced job, but she enjoyed it. It didn't hurt that the perks included occasional free pairs of shoes and designer clothes from photo shoots.

When Damon didn't respond after a few minutes Laura figured he was probably in a meeting and hadn't received her text. Laura sighed but didn't think about it for too long, she'd have plenty of time to seduce him tonight if necessary. She knew he had been working hard on a project this week, which unfortunately left little time for their usual nightly activities. But waiting for a time when she wouldn't disrupt his work was getting harder to do and she decided that like it or not, they were having sex tonight.

Seeing as how sitting there thinking about Damon and sex didn't normally lead to productivity, Laura decided to take the rest of the day off and make a quick stop to Victoria Secret. Being prepared never hurt, and having some lacy lingerie on her side when trying to seduce her man would definitely work in her favor. Packing up her belongings, Laura walked out of her office and let her boss know she'd be heading out for the day.

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Pleased with her lingerie purchases, Laura made her way home. Pulling into her parking spot, she saw the lights were still off inside her and Damon's home, signaling another late night for him. Chastising herself for being somewhat disappointed, she tried to think optimistically about the extra time it would give her to prepare for his arrival.

Opening the door, Laura stepped inside the foyer. After placing her bags down, she shed her coat and turned to hang it up in the closet they had by their entranceway. As soon as that was done, Laura made to turn when her arms were suddenly pulled together behind her back and her body pulled up against a hard chest. She barely had time to gasp before Damon's voice whispered seductively into her ear, "You're mine tonight".

The adrenaline that flooded Laura's body from her original fright transformed into arousal as his words sent shivers down her spine. While her hands were still held behind her back, Laura was able to turn her head and passionately grab Damon's lips with hers, letting him know without words that she was a willing participant in his game. Yet looking into Damon's eyes as she pulled her lips away from his kiss made her question exactly how much of a game this was. His normally playful hazel eyes had gone molten with lust and the centers of his irises had darkened to an emerald green.

He then moved to stand in front of her, pushing her back against the front door she had just walked through, intently staring into her eyes while he did so. It was only then did Laura's senses return to her enough to realize that Damon was completely naked. As she was pressed backwards, she was given the opportunity to marvel at his appearance.

His lean but muscular body was highlighted from the outside porch lights, accentuating the contours of his flexing shoulder muscles and chiseled six-pack in the darkness of the room. Further down his throbbing flesh captured her attention as she saw a pearl of wetness forming on its tip.

Damon slipped the straps of Laura's dress off her shoulders, allowing the article of clothing to be held up simply by the swell of her breasts. His cock was already dripping, just from thinking of all the dirty things he was going to do to her tonight. It had been far too long and his whole body was a mass of need.

"Turn around", he ordered.

When she hesitated for a second to glance back up to his eyes, he grabbed her hips and slowly but resolutely spun her around, taking her hands and putting them above her head against the door.

"Don't move them." Reaching around her body, he took off the belt that was around the midsection of her dress and tossed it to the side. Sinking to his knees and starting right above where her black stilettos ended, he let his fingertips slowly slide up her legs and under her dress. Reaching the exposed skin of her ass, Damon realized she was wearing one of his favorite lacy thongs.

His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest as he gave a slight groan. Tempted to take her right there against the door, he had to take a deep breath to regain control before grabbing the bottom edge of her dress and dragging it off her body and onto the floor.

Laura gasped at the sudden revealing of her body, the exposure of her skin sending goose bumps up her arms and legs. She could feel Damon's eyes trailing a burning path up and down the length of her body. She felt his hands reach around her body to land on her hips, toying with the sides of her underwear as his lips lightly touched her back, right above her thong.

Slowly moving back up onto his feet, Damon let his kisses continue up her back, knowing this was an erogenous zone she couldn't resist. He let his hands move up her front at the same time, letting his fingertips slowly rake over her warm body. He heard her moan as his lips made contact with the back of her neck while his fingers trailed over her bra, feeling her hard nipples straining against the fabric.

Wanting to feel them without the barrier of her bra0, Damon quickly unhooked her bra and pulling her hands off the door, removed the offending article from her body. He barely took a moment to glance at it in his hands before it joined her belt on the floor.

Seeing the sides of Laura's breasts drove him to lose control for a moment as he pressed his body up against hers, grabbed her breasts in his hands, and turned his head to suck on the back of her neck.

"Oh my god", she whimpered while trying to keep from falling over on her weak legs.

It left him wondering whether her proclamation was a result of his hands, his lips, or his dripping cock that was now between her legs, pressing against her slit.

"Did you like that?" he teased with a smirk. "I can feel you dripping through your thong," he murmured into her ear. But it wasn't enough for him. Squatting down again, he slid his hands down her chest and over her toned stomach until his fingers caught her underwear. Kissing the flesh on her ass and hip that was exposed, he pulled the thong down to her black heels, letting the scrap of lace fall onto her dress, which still lay pooled around her feet.

Straightening, he took her hand and pulled her out of the pile of clothes, right into his arms so that her breasts pressed against his chest. At five foot two, Laura was almost a full foot shorter than Damon and their height difference was definitely noticeable, as even though she was still in her heels she had to tilt her head back in order to see the expression on his face.

Feeling her soft body molded up against his threatened to release the inferno of lust that was burning him from the inside out and sliding his hands into her hair, he pulled her mouth to his.

The way he kissed her made her feel like it was the first time she had ever truly been kissed. His soft lips moving against hers were passionate and raw, leaving her breathless and mourning the loss of them when he pulled away.

Bending down to pick her up, he let one arm support her back and the other lift her under her knees before moving towards the bedroom. God she loved how strong he was. As soon as he moved past the doorframe he set her on her feet before closing and locking the door, clearly telling her she wasn't going anywhere for the rest of the night.