The Maid's Deception-Chapter 46 - 45: "Spread your legs Serah"

Damien had been planning this since they’d left the restaurant. Had been thinking about it all through dinner, all through the gallery, every moment he’d been sitting beside her looking composed and controlled while his mind had been full of images of her falling apart.

Now, watching her squirm in the passenger seat, her breath coming faster, her hands gripping the edge of her seat....it was everything he’d fantasized about.

He adjusted the vibrator to a pulsing pattern....three short bursts, one long...and watched her reaction.

Her back arched slightly, her thighs clenching together instinctively. "Oh god...."

"Spread your legs," he commanded. "I want you open. No trying to ease the pressure."

She obeyed with a whimper, her legs falling apart, the silk dress riding up slightly.

"That’s better. Now tell me.....did you enjoy tonight?"

"Yes," she managed. "It was....oh....it was perfect."

"What was your favorite part?" He increased the intensity, watching her face in the dim light from the dashboard.

"The...the painting. Seeing my....." She caught herself. "Seeing that painting. It was beautiful."

"The painting., do you love the painting?" Damien asked quietly."

’’Yes! I love the painting!’’

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as the first orgasm built rapidly. "Damien, I’m....I’m going to...."

"Do it. Come for me. Let me see it."

She shattered with a cry, her body convulsing, hands flying to grip the door handle and the center console. He kept the vibrator at the same intensity, working her through it, prolonging it.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "That’s one. Three more to go."

"I can’t....three more....that’s insane...."

"You can. And you will." He turned off the vibrator, giving her a moment to catch her breath. "Because I’m going to make you."

They were still ten minutes from the estate.

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ARIA’S POV

Aria gasped for air, her body still trembling from the intensity of the first orgasm. The vibrator was silent now, but she could still feel it inside her, a constant presence, a reminder that Damien could activate it at any moment.

"Please," she whispered. "I need....I don’t know what I need."

"You need me," Damien said with absolute certainty. "You need me to touch you. To own you. To make you forget everything except how good I make you feel."

Before she could respond, the vibrator roared to life at maximum intensity.

Aria screamed, her hips bucking off the seat. It was too much, too intense, pleasure bordering on pain.

"Damien....stop....I can’t..."

"You can." His hand slid between her thighs, his fingers finding her clit and adding to the overwhelming sensation. "Come again. Right now."

The second orgasm hit like lightning, shorter but more intense than the first. She sobbed his name, tears streaming down her face, completely lost to sensation.

He turned off the vibrator and his hand withdrew, but she was still shaking, still gasping.

"Two," he said with satisfaction. "You’re doing so well. But we’re not done yet."

"Please....I need...." She couldn’t form complete thoughts. "I need you. All of you. Please, Damien, please."

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DAMIEN’S POV

Hearing her beg....really beg, with desperation in her voice.....almost broke Damien’s control.

His cock was painfully hard, had been for hours. Every cry, every whimper, every desperate plea went straight to his groin. He wanted nothing more than to pull over, drag her into his lap, and take her right there in the car.

But not yet. She wasn’t ready yet. Wasn’t desperate enough. Wasn’t broken enough to accept that this.....them.....was forever.

"No," he said firmly, even though the word cost him. "Not yet."

"Why?" Her voice broke on a sob. "Why won’t you fuck me? What’s wrong with me? Am I not....am I not good enough? Not attractive enough? What do I need to do to make you want me?"

The vulnerability in her voice, the genuine hurt....it made his chest ache.

He pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the private road leading to the estate, put it in park, and turned to face her fully.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She turned tear-filled eyes to his.

"There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. You are the most beautiful, desirable woman I’ve ever met. I want you so badly I can barely think straight." He cupped her face, forcing her to see the truth in his eyes. "But I’m not going to fuck you in a car. I’m not going to take your virginity in some desperate, rushed encounter. When I finally take you....when I make you completely mine....it’s going to be perfect. It’s going to be in my bed, where I have all night to worship every inch of you. Where I can take my time and make sure you remember it for the rest of your life."

"But....."

"And more than that," he continued, his thumb wiping away her tears, "when I take you, it’s not going to be just sex. It’s going to be a claim. A promise. A forever thing. You’re going to be mine in every way that matters, and I’m going to be yours. That’s not something to rush. That’s something to savor."

Her eyes searched his face. "When?"

"Soon." He kissed her softly. "Very soon. But not until you’re ready to give me everything. Not just your body, but your trust. Your honesty. Your heart."

The words hung heavy between them. He was asking for more than she could give. Asking her to confess. To be honest. To trust him completely.

And they both knew she wasn’t there yet.

"I’m trying," she whispered. "I’m trying to trust you. But there are things...things I can’t....."

"I know." He kissed her again, deeper this time. "I know. And I’m waiting. I’ll wait as long as it takes."

He put the car back in drive and returned his attention to the road. But before he pulled back onto the road, he activated the vibrator again.....medium intensity, pulsing.

Aria gasped. "Damien....."

"Two more," he reminded her. "I said four, and I meant it. Now spread your legs wider. Let me see how desperate you are."

She obeyed, whimpering as the sensations built again.

He drove slowly, drawing out the torture, watching her from the corner of his eye as she squirmed and gasped and fought the rising pleasure.

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Show me how you learned. Make yourself come while I watch."

"I can’t.....not here...."

"Yes, you can." His voice was steel. "Do it. Now."

With shaking hands, she reached between her thighs, her fingers finding her clit. The combination of the vibrator inside her and her own touch was overwhelming.

"That’s it," Damien encouraged, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he fought his own need. "Faster. Harder. Show me how desperate you are."

She came with a broken cry, her body arching, her fingers still working as the orgasm tore through her.

"Three," Damien said roughly. "One more. Give me one more and then we’re done for tonight."

"I can’t....please.....no more....."

"You can. And you will. Because I’m telling you to." "One more, Serah. For me."

He stopped the car but left the engine running. Then he reached over and turned the vibrator to maximum while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside her alongside it, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

The combination was devastating. Aria screamed, her hands flying to grip his arm, her body convulsing as the fourth orgasm ripped through her with brutal intensity.

Damien worked her through it, his fingers relentless, the vibrator unforgiving, pushing her past pleasure into something almost transcendent.

When she finally collapsed back against the seat, gasping and crying, he turned off the vibrator and carefully withdrew it, setting it aside.

"Four," he said softly, gathering her trembling body into his arms as best he could in the confined space. "You did it. You were perfect."

She couldn’t respond. Could only shake and sob against his chest, completely overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.

"Shh," he soothed, stroking her hair. "I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re mine. I’ve got you."

They sat like that for several minutes, him holding her while she slowly came back to herself.

Finally, she pulled back enough to look at him with red-rimmed eyes. "I don’t understand you. I don’t understand any of this. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You see parts of me I’ve never shown anyone. You know things about me that should terrify me but instead make me feel...." She stopped, unable to finish.

"Make you feel what?" he prompted gently.

"Safe," she whispered. "Seen. Like maybe I don’t have to carry everything alone."

His chest tightened. She was so close. So close to trusting him completely. So close to asking for the help she desperately needed.

"You don’t have to carry anything alone," he said firmly. "I meant what I said in my note. Whatever burden you’re carrying....just ask. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you."

For a moment, he thought she might confess. Might tell him about her mother, about her desperate plan, about everything.

But then she just nodded and pulled away, adjusting her dress with shaking hands.

"We should go. It’s late."

"Come to my quarters," he said. "I want to show you somwthing"

"Tonight meant something to me Serah," he said quietly. "The gallery. The painting. The conversation. All of it. I hope you know that."

"I do," she whispered. "Thank you. For everything."

He kissed her....soft, sweet, a promise of more to come....and then let her go.

She was falling for him. Opening up to him. Starting to trust him.

But she still hadn’t asked for help. Still hadn’t confessed. Still hadn’t chosen honesty over deception.

And time was running out.

His phone buzzed with a message from his contact at the hospital:

Patient Mei Chen’s condition has deteriorated. Doctor estimates 1 Month maximum without intervention. Recommend immediate action.

’’Less than a Month’’.

Less than four week before Aria would be desperate enough to steal from him. Before she’d make the choice that would either bring them together or tear them apart forever.

He had to accelerate his plan. Had to give her more reasons to trust him. More opportunities to confess.

This Night.