Chapter 15

Samantha kept walking around her room. She was restless, wondering if she should go to Damon's room.

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Fifteen more minutes, and it would be 7 pm.

She sat on the edge of her bed. She was still not sure what she was going to do.

If she didn't comply with Damon's wishes, he really might not delete the video.

What if he showed her video to her parents and Alfred? Or worse, what if he spread it online? Who knew what he had planned? But if she did as he wished, things would just get more complicated. She might become confused again. And she didn't want that to happen either.

"Decide now, Samantha," she whispered to herself.

She stood up and restlessly wandered around again, biting the nail of one of her fingers. She looked around the whole room.

She glanced again at the clock, and her heart beat faster when she saw that there were only three minutes left before seven o'clock.

"Ahh!" she screamed in frustration.

She stood in front of the closed door of her bedroom. She grabbed the handle and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes, she was still not sure what to do. But slowly, she turned the handle and exited her bedroom.

She went down to the first floor of the house and made her way to Damon's room. When she finally reached his room, she just stood in front of the closed door. She was still not sure if she would enter. A part of her was telling her to go back to her room, but another part of her said that she had to enter Damon's room to finish this. After all, they would still be on the island together for two more weeks.

"This will be the last time, Samantha. After this, it's over. He'll be gone. He'll be out of your life forever," she said, trying to convince herself.

She took a few deep breaths before she gripped the handle tightly and slowly opened the door.

Before she fully entered, she took a peek inside.

She did not see Damon. The room was dark, and she had no way of knowing whether Damon had done that on purpose.

She finally opened the door wide. It creaked, and she felt like she was in a horror movie. Her heart was beating impossibly fast.

She was finally inside the room. She closed the door and looked around, searching for Damon.

Maybe he had changed his mind? If that was the case, she would be very grateful. But knowing Damon, it seemed unlikely.

She walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. Her heartbeat had still not returned to normal.

She looked to the left side of the room when she heard what sounded like rushing water. She thought that maybe it was the bathroom and maybe Damon was inside.

Her eyes roamed across the room again. It was too spacious for one person. There wasn't much furniture in the room, just a large cabinet and a small table on one side of the bed.

She took a very deep breath. She asked herself several times if she should continue this or just go back to her room. But she only became more confused.

She was still deep in thought when the bathroom door suddenly opened and Damon came out.

He turned on the light switch, causing the whole room to light up and reveal every detail of Damon's appearance.

"I didn't think you would come," he said as he combed his wet hair with his hand. Only a white towel covered his lower body, while his chest and abs were visible.

She couldn't help but admire his body. He had the body of those male models she often saw in magazines.

"Like what you see?" Damon asked, surprising her slightly.

Her face turned red with embarrassment. He'd caught her staring at his body! She just wanted to sink into the ground.

She quickly averted her gaze. "Tell me what you want. I just want to end this," she said to hide her embarrassment.

She felt him walking towards her. She couldn't help but look up when he stopped in front of her.

Samantha gulped when she saw the mischievous grin on Damon's lips. His body was so very close to hers, and since she was still sitting on the bed, Damon's manhood, still covered with a towel, was level with her face, causing her to blush even more.

She quickly averted her gaze again, but Damon did not let her. He gently touched her chin and made her look up as he bent until their faces were only a few inches away from each other.

There was still a mischievous grin on Damon's lips as he stared intently at her.

Samantha schooled her expression. She didn't want Damon to see that she was affected by what he was doing. But it seemed like Damon already knew how he affected her because he brought his face even closer to hers until the tips of their noses were touching. She could even smell his fragrant breath.

"Drop the act, Samantha," Damon said, voice breathy. His hand still on her chin, he rubbed a finger over her lower lip. "No matter how hard you try to hide it, I can still see your desire. And I know you feel it. Admit it, Samantha, the sexual tension between us is strong. You can't deny that." Damon's voice was full of tension.

Samantha gulped again.

When she first met Damon, she knew immediately how strong the sexual tension was between them.

Wasn't that why she had tried so hard to avoid him and stay away from him? Because when it came to Damon, she was vulnerable.

"We only have two weeks, Samantha. Why don't you listen to your body's desires? Just for two weeks. Let go of everything, Samantha. Just let go."

And before she could take another breath, Damon pressed his lips to hers, tightening his grip on her chin, making sure that she couldn't avoid his kisses.

Her lips were pressed together, so Damon's tongue could not enter her mouth. He started caressing her lips lightly with his tongue. It was like he was taming her, and her weakness when it came to Damon was so bad that just his tongue on her lips was already having an effect on her body.

Damon's tongue continued teasing her lips, and she soon found it difficult to breathe. When she opened her mouth to gasp for breath, Damon immediately took his chance. He sucked on her upper lip before inserting his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues touched, causing Samantha's body to heat up.

The hand holding her chin moved down towards her neck, while his other hand went to her hair. He pulled her hair gently, deepening their kiss.

He temporarily stopped kissing her just to stare at her face. "Damn. You are one hell of a beautiful woman," he said sexily, then went back to kissing her. But now, his kisses were urgent, passionate.

Her hot body grew even hotter. Her femininity was starting to get wet. Her heart was still beating fast, but it was no longer because of nervousness—it was in anticipation.

Samantha could no longer resist, and she answered Damon's kisses.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him forward until they fell onto the bed.

Damon was on top of her as they aggressively exchanged kisses.

He took one of her hands and brought it under the towel wrapped around his lower body. He guided her palm to his manhood, surprising her enough that she stopped responding to his kisses.

Her eyes widened.

It was the first time she had touched his manhood, and she couldn't believe that she had been able to take it.

Had it really fit inside her? With this size and length?

Damon's kisses traveled from her lips down to her neck, licking a certain sensitive spot below her jaw before his lips found her ear. He nibbled her earlobe, then whispered into her ear.

"Pleasure me, Samantha," he said, breathing heavily. Then he removed the towel covering his lower body.

He was fully naked, right above her.

Samantha didn't know what to do. It was her first time holding a man's cock, so she had no idea how to proceed. But Damon seemed to understand because he began to guide her, his hand over hers.

With the first movement of their hands, she could already feel Damon's manhood pulsating. She felt the veins of his cock, and it made her even wetter than she already was.

Damon continued to guide her hand until she finally got the right rhythm. That's when Damon released her and settled his hand on her thigh.

With a firm grip on his manhood, she started with a slow pace and gradually got faster.

Still biting her earlobe, Damon whispered, "Yes, sweetheart. That's it. You're doing a great job—ahh!"

Damon's words were like music to her ears, making her even more interested in pleasuring him with her hand.

She stopped moving her hand up and down, and her fingers settled on his cock's head, massaging the opening of his urethra. Damon groaned.

His lips returned to her neck. He bit the throbbing part of her neck before burying his face there, still moaning.

Samantha covered the opening of his urethra with her thumb. Damon's moan grew louder at her touch.

She grinned.

She felt so proud.

She felt it with his every moan. Damon was enjoying this. He liked what she was doing to his manhood.

She raised and lowered her palm again, harder and faster.

Damon did not stop moaning, his face still pressed against her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. The speed of her palm doubled as her other hand went to Damon's back.

She felt his manhood swell, an indication that he was about to come. So she accelerated the movements of her palm even more until Damon bit her neck as he released white, viscous liquid from his manhood.

Breathless, Damon lay down next to her. His naked manhood was gradually shrinking.

Samantha raised her palm, slick with traces of what Damon had released, and fidgeted with it.

"That…was so…fucking good," Damon said, still catching his breath.

Samantha didn't say a word. She just looked at her hand.

When Damon seemed to recover, he got up and stood at the foot of the bed.

Samantha lowered her hand and looked at Damon. "What are you—" But she was not able to continue when Damon suddenly pulled both her legs, making her lie down on the bed.

Her mouth fell open in surprise as she stared at Damon.

Damon grinned, still holding her legs. Her ass was already at the edge of the bed.

"We're not done yet, sweetheart," he said, and she was surprised yet again when Damon reached for the cotton shorts she was wearing and pulled them down, along with her panties.

After taking off her shorts and panties, Damon quickly parted her thighs. Then he lowered himself until his face and her femininity were aligned. Samantha just gasped loudly when Damon started licking her cunt.