Chapter 10

"How long do you intend to ignore me?" Damon asked her while they were having lunch together.

It was their fourth day on the island, and Damon didn't seem to have any plans to go home yet.

He was doing what he'd told her he'd do: stay on the island with her.

In her anger, she decided to ignore him. She wouldn't even glance at him. She either stayed inside her room or went to the beach. She did everything she could to avoid interacting with him. But she couldn't do that during breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

She had to eat with him. She tried not to eat with him, but she only regretted it when she did because Damon left no food for her. She didn't know if he ate it or threw it away, but one thing she was sure of was he did it on purpose. It was like he was threatening her, saying that if she didn't eat with him, there would be no food for her. She tried to cook for herself, but there was nothing in the kitchen or the fridge. She knew that Damon was hiding their food. Because of that, her anger for him only intensified.

Damon shook his head as he bent over and ate. "You're acting like a kid, Samantha. When will you grow up and act your age?" he said, but she did not answer. She didn't even look at him.

She focused all her attention on the food and ate quietly.

Damon stopped eating, leaning his back against the chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

He stared at her intently. "Do you think that this silent treatment of yours will make me change my mind and send you home?" Damon asked seriously.

She ignored him again. She just stood up, her plate in hand, and without a word, turned her back on him.

She went to the sink, put her plate in the small basin, and then washed her hands. She was almost done washing her hands when all of a sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around her thin waist. She jumped, taken aback.

"Scared?" Damon whispered in her ear.

He pressed his body against her back, settling his face on her shoulder. Samantha's chest throbbed. She could feel his hot breath hitting her neck. She gasped when she felt his tongue lick her shoulder as his right hand made a circular motion over her stomach.

Damn! She should have worn a shirt instead of an off-shoulder blouse.

"Still not going to talk?" Damon whispered again as his lips traveled from her shoulder to her neck, then up to her ear.

He bit and licked her earlobe, making her heart beat rapidly. While his right hand still made circular movements on her stomach, his left hand slid down to feel her womanhood, still covered by the cotton shorts she was wearing.

She closed her eyes as Damon felt her femininity. Once again, she was slowly losing her strength. She could no longer stay away from Damon. Once again, she let him feel her body.

From her stomach, Damon's right hand rose to her chest. He grabbed her right breast, which almost made her moan, but she quickly bit her lower lip to restrain herself.

"Hmm…you're not fighting me. In fact, you're not even saying a single word. That's a first. Are you giving yourself to me without putting up a fight?" he murmured as he continued to bite her ear.

"Dream on—oh!" She couldn't continue what she was saying when Damon suddenly inserted his left hand inside her cotton shorts and panties.

Using two fingers, he caressed her pussy's slit, causing her to gasp again.

Damon moved his fingers up and down her labia. She gripped the sink tightly. She didn't even have a chance to turn off the faucet. She pressed her legs and thighs together.

"Ah, I see…still trying to fight me, huh?" Damon said naughtily.

His lips went back to her neck, and that's when Damon started biting.

He still got no response from her. She was reluctant to make any noise because she knew he would like it.

She heaved a deep sigh in relief when Damon removed his hand from inside her shorts. She thought that ignoring him had been effective, that he would finally stop. But she was wrong. He just spun her body to face him. And as she was still recovering from her surprise, Damon claimed her lips. His hand also quickly re-entered her shorts and touched her femininity again. And this time, he didn't just caress her. He immediately searched for her hole and inserted his middle finger into it.

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. She held onto Damon's shoulders as he pressed his finger further inside her. It went up, touching the front wall of her pussy.

She gasped again.

He had found her g-spot!

His firm finger started stroking the inside of her pussy, making a "come hither" motion. He started with a short, slow stroke, but it got faster and faster. Then he added another finger and continued to finger-fuck her.

Samantha couldn't catch her breath. Damon's fingers brought on a strange sensation, and she could no longer control herself. She just kept moaning.

"Ohh!" she moaned as her body tilted in unexplainable pleasure.

Damon's lips pressed against her chin, and she could feel him grinning. But she was no longer focused on that. All of her attention was on the pleasure that Damon's fingers were giving her.

She held onto Damon's shoulder even more, her fingernails digging into his flesh. Three minutes? Five minutes? Six minutes? She no longer knew how long Damon had been playing with her femininity. Her knees were already weakening, but the delicious sensation only intensified.

Using his free hand, Damon caught her face. His fingers gripped her head firmly, and he reclaimed her lips forcefully.

"Stick out your tongue," Damon commanded as he withdrew his lips from hers. And as always, she obeyed him. It was like Damon had cast a magic spell on her so she would always end up doing everything he said, would always end up wanting more. Or maybe Damon was right. Maybe it was time for her to accept that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Maybe she had always wanted this to happen.

No, Samantha. This is not right! You already have Alfred, her mind said, but her body wasn't listening. And her wet womanhood was proof of that.

Samantha looked into Damon's eyes as her tongue stuck out. One of Damon's hands was still inside her shorts, continuing to pay attention to her femininity. He removed the hand holding her face, and his middle finger ran over her exposed tongue. His fiery eyes, full of lust, stared.

"Samantha…" The way Damon said her name sounded like a moan to Samantha.

She gulped. She couldn't help but close her eyes as Damon's fingers moved uninterrupted inside her femininity.

The speed of her breathing doubled when Damon suddenly sucked on her exposed tongue, still staring intently at her. Her body only got hotter.

"Mmm…" she moaned.

After sucking on her tongue, Damon positioned himself right beside her, causing her to remove her hands from his shoulders. And because her knees were starting to get weak, she clung to the sink again, looking up and moaning.

Damon, now beside her, his fingers still inside her pussy, rested the palm of his hand on her clitoris, almost cupping it. Then he began slowly stroking, speeding up with each movement. He rubbed his hand up and down, stimulating her clit, making her shout.

"Oh! Ahh! Shit! Shit! Shit! Ohh!"

Samantha could no longer understand herself. Her mind had become hazy, her thoughts cloudy. And her body? Her body was out of hand. She could no longer control her own body. She seemed to be convulsing, especially when Damon's hand began moving faster and faster.

"Ohh! Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Her grip on the sink tightened. Her toes curled. And she would not deny it: She was scared. She was afraid of what was happening to her body. She had never felt this before. The sensation was new to her. She didn't feel like she needed to pee, like she always did whenever Alfred fingered her. This time, she wanted to gush, and she'd never felt that before. The pleasure was so intense that she felt like she could die at any moment. She was so scared that she couldn't help but cry.

Damon pulled her head forward and glued their foreheads together. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist to support her, while the other was still working on her pussy.

Samantha released one hand's grip on the sink and instead grasped Damon's shirt, holding on tightly. She was still crying.

"Damon, I-I'm scared…" she couldn't help but say, sounding like a complaining child.

"Hush. Hush now, sweetheart. You're going to be fine. Everything will be fine," Damon said sweetly, trying to reassure her.

But it wasn't enough to calm her down, especially when Damon doubled the speed of his hand movements on her femininity.

She shuddered as her tears continued to flow.

"Damon…oh…oh fuck!"

She finally removed her other hand from the sink and put it over the hand Damon had in her femininity. She had meant to stop him, but she was too weak to do so. The fear and pleasure she felt were already mixing. She no longer knew what she wanted to do.

Damon lightly bit the tip of her nose as their eyes met. "Yes, sweetheart. You're almost there. Almost there…"

Samantha didn't understand what he meant. She just kept on crying as she felt a strong force building up inside her womanhood, wanting to come out.

"Damon…please. I don't know what's—ah! Oh!"

She shook her head repeatedly. She didn't think she could do it anymore. Her body couldn't take anymore. Something wanted to get out of her pussy, and she couldn't stop it.

She did not take her eyes off Damon. She stared at him, wide-eyed and shaking. And Damon seemed to understand.

"Let it out. Let it all out, Samantha. Let it out for me," he said. His jaw tightened, and his breathing got fast. Damon also seemed to be affected by what he was doing to her.

Samantha continued to shake her head. She was still terrified, but she could no longer control herself or her body.

Her mouth formed an 'O,' her eyes dilating, and her body made an uncontrollable movement as a clear liquid gushed from her urethra. It seemed unending. It kept coming out as her body trembled. She didn't know how or when it ended. All she knew was that after the seemingly endless discharge of white fluid from her femininity, her whole body weakened until she fell.

Fortunately, Damon was quick to catch her limp body. He carried her bridal style, bending down to kiss her on the lips.

She didn't say anything. She was too tired and too weak to say anything. But she still heard what Damon said before she completely lost consciousness.

"Good job, sweetheart. You are an amazing squirter."

What did that mean?