Chapter 21: Chapter Twenty-One

"Why is that?" he asked me, slowly pushing his hand up, until it disappeared under the hem of my skirt. He was pleasantly surprised to find I had no panties on, when his hand gripped my butt, then kneaded softly. A barely audible moan escaped his lips as he lifted me and readjusted his position on the chair, before putting me back in his lap. He positioned me, so I was straddling him, with my skirt pushed all the way up, exposing my bare treasure to his hungry eyes.

I gave up hope on carrying a conversation, unable to fashion legible thoughts as I felt his erection through his pants. My mind flashed back to what happened this morning, when he lost control and nearly split me in half. But of course, the fear of that happening again, just made me tremble in arousal. I lifted myself up slightly, so I could undo his belt and button. After waiting for me to finish, he pushed his pants and boxers down in one movement, releasing his erection.

I climbed off of his lap, and kneeled down on the floor in front of him. I'd never done this before, so I only knew what I'd learned from movies or Val, but I wanted to try it. He gave me pleasure with his mouth before, the least I could do was attempt to do the same. I held him with one hand, kissing softly down his length, then running my tongue along his shaft. I slowly suckled on his tip, twirling my tongue around before slowly lowering, taking him as much as I could. I slowly stroked him, working my way down until he hit the back of my throat. His cock was throbbing, threatening to explode at any moment. He waited patiently, not trying to make me move any faster or slower, but groaned in approval to what I was doing.

I saw his hand on the armrest, gripping it so tightly, the armrest was permanently formed to the shape of his hand. So I took his hand and put it on the back of my head, giving him permission to do as he pleased. He patted my head for a second, before taking a handful of my hair and guided me down, until I gagged, then back up. The next time, rather than guiding my head, he moved his hips up. He did this a few times, slowly building the speed in which he thrust, making sure I could take it until he moaned out and slowed down again. "You ready kitten?" he growled softly. He waited until I nodded before building up his speed again, groaning as I felt him growing in my mouth, ready to explode.

I felt his hips buckle when he did come, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself down my throat. I happily drank what he gave me, excited that he both came, and didn't lose himself again. The second I swallowed the last of his seed, he swiped everything off of the desk, and threw me on top of it. He stood up from his chair and in one thrust, pushed himself as deep as I could take it, then started stroking hard and fast. He put one hand on my hip, and the other above my head, gripping the edge of the desk to steady it as it creaked unhappily about the force he was using.

I, on the other hand, loved the force he was using. It wasn't too soft and it wasn't hard enough to break me. I moaned out my pleasure as I wrapped my legs around his hips, letting my head rest against the desk.

Just as I was getting close to orgasm, someone started banging on the door to the office. I groaned in frustration as I started to move off the desk, but was stopped when Damien put a hand on my stomach and held me in place.

I put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans of pleasure as he continued to thrust, not caring about whoever was on the other side of the door.

"Mr. Edge, I know you're in there! I need your help, please!" A boy's voice said through the door. I could hear his frustration as he spoke, making me worry about who it was.

I lifted myself up, and put my hands on Damien's chest, telling him to stop. His response was a growl as he reluctantly pulled out, then put his boxers and pants back on. He walked to the door, but waited until I straightened my clothes before opening the door.

The boy on the other side was a young vampire, he couldn't possibly have been much older than me. He was about my height with shoulder-length black hair and hazel eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Edge. I need your help." the boy said, entering the office. His eyes scanned the office, and when they landed on me, he looked me up and down slowly. He smiled and nodded softly at me. "Hello."

"Hello." I responded politely, smiling.

"What do you want, boy?" Damien thundered, making my heart jump into my throat. I'd never heard Damien raise his voice before, and with his already deep voice, it was terrifying.

"I was turned against my will, and the woman who turned me, is demanding that I remain with her. She's said that because she turned me, I belong to her. And Sir, I am aware that in the case of being turned, that is usually true. But I didn't want to be turned!" The boy explained quickly. His eyes wide in terror.

Damien looked at the boy for a few moments before responding. "What is your name? And how old are you?"

"Jason, Sir. And I'm seventeen."

"Are you aware that vampires under the age of eighteen are not allowed? I should destroy you where you stand." Damien asked him, narrowing his eyes as he continued to glare menacingly at him.

"I... No, Sir. I didn't know." Jason responded, taking a few steps back.

"When is your birthday?" I asked quickly, walking up to Damien and taking his hand.

"December first, Ma'am."

"Damien, I don't know him from Adam, but should he really be killed for what someone else did to him?" I pleaded, looking up at Damien, squeezing his hand softly.

"It is a rule that has been in place for over 150 years, Bast."

"You'd rather kill the victim rather than the assailant? Why not kill the vampire who turned him, against his will?"

"Who is the vampire who turned you?" Damien asked Jason, after thinking about what I'd said for a moment.

"Her name is Dana." Jason responded, giving me an appreciative smile.

"Dana?" I asked, my eyes going wide as I turned my head back to look at Damien.