Original Sin Ch. 04

She slumped against him, burying her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him, mixed with his sweat, her hands resting on his broad chest as she tried to even her breathing.

His hands were about to tighten on her back, when he changed his mind and slid them lower to grip her buttocks. She shuddered as she felt his fingertips sink into the soft flesh. The movement made her wriggle on top of him and he sighed as he could feel his cock harden again.

Suddenly, she felt bolder, and she traced a hot path from the base of his neck to his earlobe with her wet tongue. Some devil made her whisper seductively into his ear.

"Do you still want me to go to Alex?"

His eyes widened and he grabbed forcefully her arms. He looked into her now playful eyes, his face cold and stern. "Bitch," he muttered as he lifted her off him and pushed her so that she fell hard on the bed.

He stood up and looked around for his clothes, turning his back to her as he dressed. Cathy felt her eyes burn with hot tears, but she was determined to bear them silently. . She already knew how helpless and vulnerable her body was to his demands, she wouldn't let him find out how much of her heart he had conquered. She could have, would have given herself completely to this man, but she was grateful she hadn't done so.

"Damon," she gathered her courage, "What have I done to you? What am I here to pay for? Is it because of Alex?" She tried to stir his interest again in her attempt to find out what was going on.

His broad shoulders instantly stiffened. He wanted to seal her lips, never letting her utter the name of another man, when all she had to do was whisper his own and he would feel shivers run through his body.

He finished dressing and then slowly turned around to face her. He made his way to her and she stood up from where she was sitting, refusing to acknowledge her heart picking up speed.

Fingers rested under her chin, tilting her head upwards so that she met his gaze. There was so much hatred evidently burning inside his brown eyes she wanted to look away, but he forced her back to his face, warm lips brushing over hers.

"I want you to suffer, searching your past, wondering which of your sins you are here to pay for," he breathed into her parted lips, and shivers run through her spine. "When you have suffered enough, I will tell you why I hate you so, as I draw your blood, slowly, as you have done with fools that fell for your charms, before," he promised her, smiling wickedly as she turned his eyes away from his.

He laughed a sinister laugh as he backed away from her, savoring the look of desperation in her lovely eyes.

"You are sick," her voice came out steady, bringing his laughter to a halt. "Even if I am guilty of what it is you accuse me, you have no right to judge me, much less punish me," she stated with a calm she was beyond feeling.

He was awed from the look in her eyes, shining with fierce determination. She could have pleaded, could have begged, but she stood before him ready to face him. So be it, he thought. He would enjoy breaking her down...

"Ah, my dear, here is where you are wrong," he brushed her lips with his thumb, his lips curving in a smile as he watched her flinch away from his touch. "I can do whatever I like with you, and I can assure you, you are going to enjoy what I intend doing to you, having already proven the slut you are."

He put his hand behind her back, pulling her forcefully into his arms. Her small hands pushed on his broad shoulders in weak attempts to be free of him, and she turned her head away from his, afraid that he might use his seductive mouth to dampen all reason within her.

Damon merely raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction, not at all discouraged.

"Meanwhile, you can enjoy the comforts of my ranch," he whispered huskily, his breath hot on her neck. "You are free to wander wherever you like, inside and outside the house," he released her, pushing her away, and she was almost disappointed he was so eager to be rid of her.

"I will leave you," she stated calmly.

"By all means, try to," he said amusedly. "Did I mention I have your car keys and the nearest town is 50 miles from here?" He watched her beautiful features harden as anger and desperation overtook her. Moments ago she was limp with pleasure in his arms, and now all she wanted was to be away from him.

"I don't care," she found herself uttering the words. "As long as you don't come after me," she smiled wickedly.

"Leave," he said coldly, all evidence of humor wiped away from his handsome face. "Do so, and you will wish I had come after you," his eyes were reduced to mere slits as he gazed at her.

He turned his back on her and left her alone in the room, slamming the door behind him. Cathy threw herself on the bed, no longer necessary to pretend, letting her tears surface.

She cried silent tears for a long time, until she felt her eyelids heavy, and blessed sleep came over her.

~*~

She woke up again feeling the same ache between her thighs, if not a little more intense this time. Slowly her dazed eyes focused on a feminine figure that seemed to be placing a tray on a little table in a corner of the room.

"Come, my child. You haven't eaten anything since last night," the woman smiled, a smile that reached her eyes, and Cathy suddenly fell warm.

"For me?" She felt awkward. "Thank you," was all she could mutter, as she lifted herself off the bed.

She approached the table, and found out she had to put a lot of effort to drag the chair so she could sit. She smiled, at the kind woman, feeling for the first time welcome and safe. She much reminded her of her beloved governess, Hanna, the way she smiled lit up all of her face.

Lupe watched the girl as she smiled back at her awkwardly. She seemed so innocent, so clear, so vibrant, she found it difficult to believe she was capable of what Damon had accused her of. Maybe it was all a great misunderstanding, how could she actually feel for the girl who had ruined Johnny?

"There are towels in the bathroom, if you should want to take a bath," Lupe tried to be cold.

"Thank you," Cathy raised her eyes, smiling at her once again, thriving at the unexpected kindness.

Lupe couldn't help but smiling again at the sincerity of the girl's gratefulness, and the warmth in her beautiful eyes. No, Damon had to be wrong, it couldn't be her...

"I'm Lupe, the housekeeper," she decided to introduce herself. "What is your name, my child?" she offered warmly.

"I'm Catherine," she answered, wondering about this woman.

"Well, Catherine, I shall leave you to enjoy your meal now," she continued. "I hope it all turns out well," Lupe whispered the last words, as if to herself, leaving girl alone.

Catherine was left alone inside the vast room once more, thinking that once she finished her meal, she might indulge herself in a hot bath.

~*~

She wrapped a towel around her wet body, as she carefully stepped out of the shower. She had changed her mind, instead of a luxurious bath she took a shower, letting the hot water come down on her, spill over every curve of her body, wanting to be rid of him, of the marks he had left on her. It was useless, she could still feel his smell lingering around her.

As she looked around the room, she spotted a glass of red wine Lupe had seemed to leave for her to accompany her meal. She tentatively took a sip, feeling the warm liquid down her throat, instantly heating all of her body. Before she knew, she had emptied half of the glass's content and somehow, she felt relaxed.

"I see you are feeling quite comfortable," she heard his mocking remark.

She turned around and took sight of him, as he stood before her, holding something in his hand she couldn't quite make out. He was smiling, his lips curving ever so seductively, and she felt the same fluttering sensation low in her belly.

"I am, thank you," she smiled at him wickedly, before she turned her back to him again.

His eyes roamed allover her. She was so deliciously flushed from the wine, and he ached to remove the towel from her wet body, wanting to explore every curve hidden underneath. The towel was short, reaching a little lower than her hips, bearing her firm thighs and shapely legs to his hungry gaze. Damon felt his cock harden and cursed himself for his weakness. Why couldn't he control his body's urges for this girl? What had she done to him?

"And you are once again drunk," he commented, amused when she turned to look at him her eyes flashing.

"I am not drunk," she stated calmly.

He covered the distance between them with long strides. Her heart picked up speed as he stopped in front of her, his face a mere inch from hers.

"You are," he smiled down at her as he easily pried the glass from her fingers and placed carefully on the table nearby. "You are so drunk, you forgot to tell your fiancé where you are," his fingers brushed away a rich brown curl from her flushed face, feeling her tremble under his touch.

His fingers caressed her cheek, slid down to trace the delicate curve of her neck, to finally rest on the knot of the towel.

"I will never tell him where I am, " she clenched her teeth.

"We shall see about that," he chuckled. "Call him," he leaned to whisper into the pink shell of her ear as he placed the wireless phone he was holding on her grasp.

"Never," she whispered heatedly.

He grabbed her wrist, twisting her around, and before she could react he slammed her against him, knocking out of her all sense, the curve of her back pressed against the solid wall of his chest.

She struggled to be free, but he only tightened his grip on her, twisting her elbow painfully, as his other hand curved around her throat, pulling her even closer to him, until she felt his hot breath on her neck.

"Call him," he murmured huskily, "Or I will."

Cathy reluctantly dialed the number and brought the phone close to her ear. "I hate you," she murmured.

"No, you don't," he whispered into her ear smiling, not for a moment loosening his grip on her.

"I'm going to ask for help," she told him as she waited for someone to answer the phone.

"No, you won't," he promised her. "Tell him the truth. Tell him how you came as I fucked you hard," he gently bit her earlobe, as his hand left her throat, sliding down her body to drag the towel as he caressed her thigh.

The breath shuddered from her lungs at his touch, but she was forced back to reality as someone finally answered the phone.

"Rolland's residence."

"Hanna, it's me Catherine," she tried to ignore the fingers that delved between her thighs, struggling to be free, but his relentless grip held her still.

"Catherine my child, where are you," Hanna's voice was full of concern. "Are you all right? You had us all worried sick!"

"I'm fine, Hanna, don't worry," she held her breath as his hand came to rest on her mound. She silently prayed he wouldn't discover the wetness that had already formed in her secret place.

"Where are you?" Hanna demanded. "Someone from the casting agency called four times. They couldn't reach you on the cell phone, Catherine where are you?"

At the sound of that Cathy froze. Damon was simply curious. Had she pursued a career as a model or an actress? It could be possible, she was vain enough to do so.

"They called? What did they say, Hanna?"

"They are offering you a full time job. They were delighted with your work while you did your practice at them. There is a new production, they are turning some book into a movie and they want you to take over the casting. Catherine, where are you calling from?" Hanna was losing her patience.

It took Catherine a few moments to comprehend what Hanna had actually said. Her whole life was about to change.

"I am at Damon's ranch," she finally spoke. "Don't worry, I will be back soon," she tried to ease Hanna, and herself too.

"What? Catherine, are you out of your mind? What are you doing with him?" Hanna was furious.

"I am fine, Hanna," she tried to steady her voice, as the tongue that traced a hot path from the base of her neck to her earlobe reminded her of Damon's presence. "Damon invited me over for a few days, I will be back soon," she couldn't believe the lies that came out of her mouth.

"You have no business with him. I never trusted him," Hanna sighed. "Please, come to your senses and come home, it' never to late-"

"Ask for Alex, " Damon murmured huskily, growing impatient, his fingers delving between her wet petals to discover the moisture formed there.

Cathy's lips parted, but before she could utter a word, the voice in the other end of the line changed.

"Catherine, where the hell are you?" Alex almost shouted, unable to control himself any longer. She had been gone for a whole day, never even bothered to tell him where she had gone, and he was mad with worrying.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry," she managed to say as fingers slid along her glistening folds, caressing her, drawing from her a shameful response.

"Tell him where you are," Damon ordered against her ear, as he gently pinched her clit.

She bit her lips to prevent her moan and her head fell back on his shoulder.

"Where are you, Catherine?" Alex demanded.

She wouldn't answer, and Damon forced a finger inside her tight pussy, stretching her around him pleasurably. Her back arched against as she instinctively clamped down it, drawing it inside of her.

"I am at Damon's ranch," her response came from some place within her.

He began to pump his finger in and out of her, feeling her body tense against the intrusion, as his thumb moved over to rub her pulsing nub.

"Why?" This was all Alex could say. "Why are you doing this to me, Catherine?"

She shut her eyes, trying to control herself before she answered him. She couldn't bear the hurt in his voice.

"Damon invited me over for a few days," she answered, biting her lower lip. "I will be back soon, I promise," she knew it was useless.

"Don't you know how I feel about you? Why are you telling me this?" His voice had broken. "What makes you think I will want you back after this?"

"Alex," she breathed, as he inserted another finger inside her wet pussy, continuing to pump her hard. "It's not-"

She whimpered in pain as Damon released her wrist to bury his hand in her curls, using her grip on her hair as a leash to pull her even closer to him.

"You will never utter another name, when I touch you," he murmured hotly into the pink shell of her ear, his fingers immersed to the hilt inside her tight pussy.

"Catherine, are you all right? What's going on?" Alex's voice came from the end of the line.

"Tell him," he urged her, curling his fingers inside of her when she wouldn't answer. "He's worried about you," he chuckled as she attempted to hit him with her elbow.

"Nothing is going on," she muttered between clenched teeth. "I can take care of myself, and I will be home soon," she began to grow frustrated. "Goodbye, Alex," she hit the words as she pressed the button to end the conversation.

He withdrew his fingers from her and let her go, watching her in amusement throw away the phone.

"You son of a bitch, are you satisfied now?" She yelled at him, her body still shuddering from his touch.

"I never thought a girl like you would be content working backstage," he remembered what Hanna had told her over the phone. "You are always in the spotlight, with men groveling at your feet like dogs."

"That includes you too, I presume," she bit back, her lips curving in a wicked smile.

He lounged at her, slamming her back against the wall, pinning her hand with his on each side of her head, enjoying the uneven heaving of her breasts.

"Never," he leaned to whisper into her parted lips. "I will never be your victim," he murmured as he slanted his mouth over hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. His tongue plunged forcefully inside her, tasting her. He held her still, ignoring her struggles to be free, until he felt her resistance melt and she kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his.

He released her wrists and tugged forcefully on the knot of her towel, freeing her from the soft material. He cut off the kiss and steeped back to admire his work. It was the first time he ever saw her fully naked, the moonlight falling on her created mysterious shadowy valleys on her body, making him ache to explore every curve. His gaze roamed allover her, her full, firm breasts standing proud, pink nipples seemed to thrust beneath his heated gaze. He remembered licking those nipples and heat licked through him.

He cupped her full breasts, his fingers brushing over the sensitive nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She bit her lips and turned her head to her side to present him with the lovely curve of her neck. He leaned over her and his head dipped to kiss her neck, feeling her sweet body tremble under his touch. He moved his mouth lower, until she felt him gently bite an erect nipple, before drawing it into the depths of his mouth.

She fought desperately to control herself, her nail bit into her palms to prevent her from touching him. But when she felt his hot mouth on her breasts she gave in, her fingers delving into his silk hair, holding him close where she needed him the most. Her back arched, she threw her head back as she felt him suck hard on her nipple, flicking it with his tongued, occasionally using his teeth to intensify the pleasure, shooting arrows of pleasure between the apex of her thighs.

His hand firmly imprisoned her waist, holding her still, unable to move away from him. His mouth moved over to her other nipple, blowing lightly on it before he took it in his mouth, sucking it hard as he had done before, this time raking it with his teeth to the point of pain.

She moaned and he let the nipple pop out of his mouth and his gaze locked with hers before he moved to kneel before her. His hands left her waist to slide over her hips, before he used them to force her thighs apart. His finger delved between her wet folds, peeling her lush, pink lips apart, exposing the glistening flesh to his heated gaze.

"Oh God, you wouldn't," she murmured, feeling his hot breath stir her soft, damp curls.

She managed to hold her breath when she felt his hot tongue slide along the length of her slit. A moan escaped her lips as his tongue swirled inside her glistening folds, but nothing had prepared her for what she would experience when his mouth closed over her, making her cry out in pleasure. Her fingers moved to delve again into his hair, as she struggled for balance.

Lightning coursed through her, making her back arch, when he sucked hard on her clit, drawing it inside his mouth as if it were a pouting nipple.

"Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back, eyelids fluttering close and she tugged forcefully on his hair, in her effort to maintain her balance.

He was relentless, his sinful tongue flicking her pulsing nub, biting her lightly with his teeth, making her cry out wordlessly.

"Please, I can't," she breathed helplessly, as she was about to spiral into ecstasy, feeling her legs wouldn't support her.

Damon drew one of her legs over his shoulder, as he pulled her thighs further apart for his desires. She was so sweetly responsive, so surprised in her reactions she had him fooled, for a moment he almost believed it was the first time she experienced something so intense. He gave her no time to recover as he plunged his tongue forcefully inside her dripping gate, tasting her, licking up her plentiful juices, eager to create more.

She screamed, tugging painfully on his hair, but she was at least thankful for the strong hands that gripped her waist, that kept her from falling. He didn't stop, he continued to fuck her with his tongue, until she was bucking wildly against his mouth.