Original Sin

Cathy's eyelids fluttered open as warm sunlight intruded on her drowsy slumber, caressing her ravaged body. She lay sprawled in the middle of the kingsized bed, half on her back and half on her side, her limbs heavy under the sheets, unwilling to obey her.

As she tried to sit up, she had to bite her lips to prevent a moan, as the delicious ache between her thighs reminded her of last night's events, not as unwelcome a memory as she wished it to be.

Warm male laughter filled the room and she instinctively clutched the sheets to her breasts, thankful she was still wearing her dress, though a little tattered by now. Her eyes flashed as she slowly narrowed her gaze on the devilishly handsome man that leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his broad chest, looking down at her.

"What do you want?" She forced herself to speak, unable to bear the glimpse of unmistakable triumph in his eyes. Damn, why did she have to let him find out just how fucked she had gotten?

Damon couldn't hide his smile as he watched her in the middle of his bed, more beautiful than ever, as she finally rested her elbow on her folded knees, supporting her forehead with her hand. Her delicate fingers clutched loosely the sheets to her breasts and the straps of her dress slid down her creamy shoulders, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her full breasts. Even through the golden brown curtain of her hair he could see the way she held her breath and bit her lower lip.

He ached to trace her lips with his fingers, wanting to feel her shudder under his touch. For a moment he wished they were alone in the whole world, free of the painful memories of the past. Free to want her, to claim her for himself, like he would have, hadn't she been his brother's downfall.

When she finally lifted her eyes and her gaze locked with his, he was helpless on the effect she had on him. He found himself surrendering to her natural beauty, to those unbelievably sensual lips, to her beautiful eyes that looked right through him. Now he noticed how warm their hazel shade was. How could a girl with eyes that made you never want to be away from their warmth be the slut he knew she was?

"Do you faint in other men's arms too when they fuck you? Is it part of the act?" He smiled wickedly.

"No, I added this part just for you," she returned, her lips curling in a mischievous smile, her eyes shining bright, all hints of sleepiness washed away.

She tried to ignore her heartbeat as he made his way to her. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he rested one knee on the bed and she tried to move away, when rough fingers bit into her chin, forcing her to face him.

"I'm far from through with you, sweet Cathy," he promised her huskily. "There are so many things I intend to do to your delightful little body," he slowly traced her lips with his thumb, feeling her shudder, just like he had wanted her to.

Cathy tried desperately to free herself, but his grip was relentless. Her fingers curled around his wrist like a vice, she wondered if she broke skin with her nails, but he didn't even have the decency to flinch.

"You may struggle as much as you like, Cathy," he smiled against her lips. "But you should save your energy for later. I can't have you fainting all the time," he murmured as his mouth dipped to capture hers in a slow, seductive kiss.

He gave her no time to recapture reason as his tongue plunged forcefully into the depths of her soft, wet mouth, tasting her insides, deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her small hands beating at his broad shoulders, but he only buried his hand into the back of her hair, bringing her even closer, holding her prisoner under his hot, demanding mouth.

She wished his kiss wouldn't numb her resistance against him, wished his mere presence wouldn't cause this exquisite fluttering sensation low in her belly, wished his touch wouldn't make her whole body to shudder. Most of all she wished she could prevent the moisture that had begun to pool between her thighs. She had to fight him, had to find a way to be free of him.

Without much thought, she bit his lower lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh, not withdrawing until she felt his blood coat her tongue.

Damon growled in pain and shoved her away, her back falling hard on the bed.

"Little bitch," he muttered, as he touched his bruised lips, his fingers coming away with blood, this time his own. She had played him well again. "I see I have underestimated you," he amusedly watched her scramble into a sitting position, her fingers clutching the pillows behind her, gazing up at him rebelliously.

She is unbelievable, he thought to himself as he stood above her, freeing himself from his clothes.

"You are crazy," she smiled, trying to make the tone of her voice as ironic as possible. "How long do you think you can keep me here? Alex will be looking for me everywhere," she looked intensely on his face, knowing very well she couldn't care less about Alex, yet searching for any form of true emotion on his face under his amused expression.

She succeeded, she could see his handsome features harden almost instantly, his fingers stopping mid chest where he unbuttoned his shirt. He quickly pushed away any thoughts of her in Alex's arms, remembering she had her maidenhead refixed just for Alex.

She was unprepared for his smile to return so fast. She wondered why she was still there, wishing she could find anything in his heart of stone, the slightest emotion besides the hatred he seemed to feel for her. She couldn't understand why she was actually eager to endure the tortures he had promised her, hell, she didn't even know what she was here to pay for!

"I don't intend keeping you at all, Cathy," the cruelty in his voice almost brought tears in her eyes. "When I'm through with you, I will save Alex the trouble, and return you to him," he smiled wickedly, as he watched her eyes narrow with anger as she was obviously displeased with what he had told her. Now he knew her games...

He knelt on the bed and his large hand curled around her ankle, his eyes fixed on hers as he dragged her towards him. He watched in amusement as she tried to kick out at him, her fingers raking over the sheets trying to grip hold of something, her delicious body twisting and cavorting before him as wild desperation overtook her.

"I hate you," she growled, as she realized how futile her attempts were.

"Yes, Alex will have you back," he promised her, trying not to think of how he would suffer if another man was to have hold of her, as his other hand closed around the calf of her free leg, drawing her even closer. "But until then, you are mine to play with."

"I will never be yours," some devil inside her made her declare as she fixed her eyes on his.

She bit her lips and threw her head back in pain as he brutally pulled her thighs apart, exposing her glistening flesh to his triumphant gaze. He took advantage of her current vulnerability to get rid of the rest of his clothes, tossing away his pants and boxers, watching her lips part as her gaze rested on the large, heavy cock springing free.

He smiled a slow, predatory smile, as he knelt again on the bed, his hands grabbing the back of her thighs, holding her open as he lowered himself on top of her, his weight pinning her beneath him.

"Why do you fight me, Cathy?" He whispered huskily into the lips, feeling her chest heaving unevenly as her hard nipples brushed against him.

His hands left her thighs, to delve between the wet folds, caressing her. He thrust a long, thick finger inside her, stretching her walls deliciously around the invading digit, and her whole body arched, as she clamped down on it. One hand caught both of her wrists, pinning them above her head so that she was completely helpless and vulnerable to his taking.

"We both know your body is too sweetly responsive to deny me anything," he chuckled, feeling her juices coating his fingers. His thumb moved to brush over her clit, and she moaned, silently cursing her body for responding to his touch. Her head fell back, and she sucked in her breath as he began to pump his finger in and out of her, his thumb maddening as he circled her nub.

He watched every flicker that crossed her expressive face. Soon she was unable to control herself, as she writhed and shuddered under his touch, her hips bucking wildly against his fingers. His sealed her lips with his own, and she whimpered against his mouth, fingers clawing where he held her wrists, when another finger joined its mate inside of her, as he continued to work them furiously in and out of her.

He cut off the kiss and she moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her now dripping pussy. She watched him intently as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking greedily her juices off them. He watched her amusedly before he leaned again over her.

"Cathy my sweet," he laughed, reading her thoughts.

She turned her face away from his, but he forced her back with his wet fingers, moving his mouth demandingly over hers, forcing her to part her lips and receive his tongue, letting her taste herself on him, feeding her with her own juices.

She struggled under him at what she tasted, and he pulled away from her mouth, enjoying her frustrated expression.

"See, you taste so pleasant," he smiled down at her, before kissing her again.

He cut off the kiss and released her wrists, his hands gripping her inner thighs, pulling them even further apart, wedging himself between her legs, making it impossible to shut them against him.

He shifted and she felt him, hard and demanding against her secret place.

He used his hand to guide his pulsing length to the entrance of her throbbing pussy. The head of his cock slid along her glistening folds, teasing her already swollen. Her eyes widened for a moment as he pushed against her, the tip of him wedging inside her stretched entrance.

She gazed up at him rebelliously, intent on denying everything, her small hands pushing against his broad chest in a futile attempt to free herself. He merely raised an eyebrow and his hands slid over her body to finally grip her wrists and pin them against the bed, on each side of her head.

She growled frustrated, squirming under him, generating an exquisite friction for his already swollen cock. She stilled abruptly when she realized the effects her struggles had on him.

"You can never win this game, my sweet Cathy," he murmured before he dipped his head and his mouth moved seductively over hers.

He shoved himself inside her with one brutal thrust, sucking hard on her tongue to muffle her cry. Despite the moisture gathered in her sheath, her aching pussy struggled to accept him, the muscles of her back tensing.

If it was possible, he seemed to fit even more snugly than before. She tore her mouth away from his, a moan escaping her beautifully swollen lips, feeling herself stretching to maximum as he slowly filled her. Her head fell back on the pillow, her back arched, her heels digging into the mattress, only serving to force herself further on his hard cock as her hips rose to meet his thrust. He withdrew an inch and surged himself deeper, feeling her tight walls ripple around his shaft as he sheathed his cock inside her.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned against the pink shell of her ear, as he finally slid inside of her to the hilt.

His grip on her wrists tightened, holding her still, but she was still so tight, as if her body wanted to cast him out. Beads of sweat formed at the valley between her breasts as she struggled to accommodate him.

"When I'm done with you, you will be so fucked, no matter how much you pretend, or scream, cry and moan, you will never be able to fool Alex into you are an innocent," his hot breath on her neck made her whole body tense.

He groaned as he began to ram inside of her, losing himself into the feeling of her incredibly tight, wet pussy clenched fiercely around his thick cock. He was merciless in his pounding, forcing her sweet body to accede to his domination.

Her soft, beautiful moans filled his ears as he lunged inside of her endlessly, her whole body shaking beneath him, her hard nipples straining against the flimsy material of her dress, rasping pleasurably against his muscled chest with each thrust.

She felt him slide inside of her, incredibly deep, stretching her snug walls around him until she thought she might actually split in two. This time though, there was no stinging pain as he took her, feeling herself stretching deliciously around his powerful cock, gradually opening for him, wet and perfect.

"That's it, Cathy, open to me," he murmured, watching her eyelids flutter close and her lips part in a soundless gasp.

He worked himself inside her tight pussy with long, controlled, forceful thrusts, riding her young body hard, forcing her snug walls to yield to his relentless possession.

The grip on her wrists was painful, and she struggled to be free, wanting to touch him so badly. She wanted to feel the muscles of his back straining under her fingertips as he fucked her hard, she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and draw him close in an urgent kiss. Yet, he denied her that release, holding her body prisoner under his forceful thrusts, and she could do nothing but feel her traitorous body yield to his dark desires.

"Oh, God," she moaned, as the sensation intensified.

He had stretched her so far open that her tiny nub rubbed against the base of his shaft every time he thrust inside of her, sending lightning racing through her body, making her cry out in intense pleasure. She thought she would be able to fight the tide building within her, she could at least bite her lips to prevent her moans, but the waves of pleasure that surged through her, that pleasure that bordered so exquisitely on the edge of pain, melted any form of resistance inside of her, making her want to completely surrender to this wonderful torture.

His hands crept up her wrists to lace his fingers with hers and she immediately turned her face to look at him, as if she discovered something different about him. Their gaze locked and she tried to make out the expression in his eyes.

Damon slowed down the pace and dipped his head to capture her mouth in a sensual, exploring kiss, feeling the sweet vibrations of her moans down his throat.

After what seemed eternity he cut off the kiss and she whimpered against his mouth, slightly raising her head in an effort to capture his lips, wanting more. He withdrew his lips from hers, both please and distracted when she followed his mouth, and he raised his eyes to stare into her passion hazed eyes.

He continued to ride her in a leisurely pace, letting her feel every inch of his rock hard cock, as he pulled in and out of her sore sheath excruciatingly slow, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Damon," she breathed, and he could feel her fingers tightening where they laced with his, her nails almost digging into his skin.

Fuck, what was this girl doing to him? What he had originally began as pure, animal fucking, had become slow, sensual lovemaking. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just screw her like the way she deserved to be screwed? Hell, why couldn't he stop himself from falling for her?

His hands left hers to imprison her waist, as he knelt between her legs, drawing her up and somehow she found herself straddling his lap. She raised her eyes, bright with desire, and their gaze locked once more. His arms tightened around her waist like a vice, impaling her further if it were possible on his thick cock, drawing moans from both of them.

Her arms crept up his broad chest, feeling the moistness of his sweat on her fingertips, to rest on his shoulders, clinging on to him as if she was going to drown. His mouth slanted over hers in a forceful, devouring kiss, as he buried one of his hands in the rich mane of her hair, holding her prisoner under the force of his demanding mouth.

She tore his mouth from his and her head fell back on a cry as he began to rock his hard cock within her. The straps of her dress slid dangerously low, giving him ample view of her firm, full breasts, bouncing with each thrust, her nipples thrusting proudly under his heated gaze.

The sight pushed him over the edge, and he dipped his head, groaning as he captured a taut nipple in his mouth, drawing on it between ragged breaths, as he used his hands on her hips to lift and drop her on his hard length. She moaned, feeling for the first time his mouth on her breasts, until now she hadn't realized how much she needed this. Her fingers delved into his silky hair, twisting and pulling as he flicked the nipple with his tongue, sucking it hard for a moment, raking it with his teeth almost to the point of pain.

He latched onto her breasts like a man dying of starvation. She tasted so sweet, her nipples felt so wonderful inside his mouth, how could he have ignored them before? The grip on his hair was painful now, but he continued to fuck her, uncaring of the pain, impaling her on his thickness over and over again, thrusting deeply inside of her, sucking hard on her nipple, listening to her soft cries.

He withdrew his mouth from her now glistening nipple, and increased his rhythm, pounding into her, as he gripped her hips to guide her down on his thick cock, with a force that bordered on pain. She thought she might faint again, that it might be a blessing if she did. He started rotating his hips every time he rammed her down on his throbbing cock, the movement grinding her clit against the base of his shaft, stunning her, making her cry out wordlessly. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood from the still fresh marks he left on him when he ravished her from her virginity.

For a moment, she wanted to see if the force of their joining was as intense for him as it was for her. She could feel his heavy breathing hot on her neck, his harsh grunts filled her ears, but it wasn't enough. She lifted her eyes and gazed at his handsome face. The muscles of his jaw were tickling and her whole body shuddered on top of him when she saw the raw, absolute lust burning in his brown eyes.

She remembered last night, even though she had been new to the games between a man and a woman, she had managed to stun him.

Damon was lost to everything except but the feel of her closing tightly around him, as her forced himself hard and deep into her clutching pussy. She was exquisitely wet and tight, her plentiful juices flowing over his hot cock, clenching fiercely around him, drawing him inside of her as rapture overtook her.

He was unprepared when she squeezed her muscles hard around his pulsing cock, her inner muscles gripping him thoroughly, like a tight fist, making him tighten his arms around her waist, in an attempt to grip hold of something as his head fell back in groan.

He saw the corner of her full lips curving into a seductive smile, as she slightly bit on her lower lip, and he found himself unable to resist her, as she was pleased with the effect she had on him.

God, she was amazing... He quickly recovered himself, giving her no time to savor her victory, as he began his relentless pounding right away. She couldn't hold out much longer after that. He heard the soft, gasping cries that escaped her lush, lips as he rocked with barely restrained control inside of her until she thought she would go mad with pleasure.

Her back arched, her hips pushing down to meet his every thrust. Her nails dug into his back, her arms clinging on his shoulders as if for dear life. She threw her head back, feeling him suck on the tender flesh where her shoulder joined her neck, her lips parting in a breathless cry as she came on his hard cock, her tight walls rippling powerfully around him.

Her pussy fell hard over him, stunning her, and bringing him immediate, animal like pleasure. He cupped her face, drawing her limp, ravaged body closer into his arms. He kissed her forcefully, muffling her cries with his mouth as she felt him swell painfully inside of her, before he released her to roar as he erupted within her like a volcano, his head thrown back, the cords in his neck straining as he filled her womb with his seed, in deep brutal stabs.