Page 18 of An Illicit Seduction

“I went by your apartment last night. You weren’t there.”

Her lips trembled and a soft whimper escaped her throat as he lifted the hem of her dress in the front and eased his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties.

“I had a dinner meeting for work. Didn’t get home until late.”

Just as his index finger slid through her folds in search of the ever-present evidence of her arousal, his tongue marked a wet trail up the side of her neck until he reached her ear. He tugged her lobe into his mouth, nibbling as he used the wetness he’d found between her folds to play with her clit.

An involuntary shudder ripped through her body and Damon wrapped an arm around her torso in response. Bringing her body back against his, he added more fingers to the party, rubbing intently at the bundle of nerves to bring her to a quick release and kissing along her neck as she trembled in his arms, gasping his name as she came.

Without giving her a moment to think, Damon yanked her panties down and lifted her right leg, tugging her foot from the leg hole and resting it on one of the lower shelves in the pantry. He released his hold on her body for one quick moment—not even ten seconds—before grabbing her to him again and bending his knees to angle his hard dick at her opening, breaching her body in a slow intrusion that had Seraph moaning audibly, her head falling back against his shoulder.

Once he was completely inside of her, he pushed at her back, moving her upper body away from him and shoving her face to the wall, not caring that her cheek was smashed against the rough surface. He held her there with one hand and grabbed the back of her thigh with the other, keeping her open as much as he could in the small space as he stroked in and out of her quickly. Every drag of his veined dick against her ultra-sensitive, post-orgasm walls sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and Seraph found herself coming again, without even stimulating her clit, and holding her breath to keep from crying out loudly in the tiny box.

Her release was followed almost immediately by Damon’s, and he molded himself to her back as he emptied into her. They stood frozen like that for a minute before he pulled out of her and crouched down. In no time, she felt gravity do its thing, but before his ejaculate could start a slow drip out of her clenching hole, he scooped two fingers into her opening and stood, bringing them to her face and pushing his come-soaked digits into her mouth.

Greedily, she licked his release from his fingers, and once they were shiny and clean, he stepped back and tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his clothes in seconds, and wiping sweat from his brow. Heart pounding, she’d yet to pull away from the wall or even lower her leg from the shelf it was propped up on, and when she felt his eyes bore into the side of her face, she closed her own and sighed.

“I’m coming by your place tonight. Will you be there?” It was not only a question but also a demand.

She nodded and her nonverbal response must have been satisfying because he left the pantry, leaving the door open behind him.

Alone and able to think clearly about what had just happened, Seraph felt a wave of tears begin to rise up on the hem of shame. In the thirty-six years she’d been on this earth, she’d never had sex in her mother’s home. Not as a teenager overcome with hormones, and not as an adult who lived with her mother until she’d paid off her student loans. The immediate high from endorphins was eclipsed by her dismay at what she’d done. Seraph lowered her leg, fixed her panties, and pulled her dress back down. She grabbed the two bags of chips she had gone into the pantry for in the first place and, with wobbling legs, exited the kitchen through the back door, grateful that no one seemed to have been in the house and heard her being debauched. In the backyard, she refilled the two bowls with the chips and tossed the empty bags into the trashcan she’d set near the side of the house before walking over to the swing and gingerly easing down next to Sierra. Her friend eyed her in amusement, a smirk flirting at the corner of her lips.

“Why are you looking all wild-eyed and frazzled?”

Seraph tried to give her friend a reassuring smile, but her lip trembled and the attempt fell flat. Eyes widening in concern, Sierra scooted closer to Seraph and dropped her voice to just above a whisper.

“What’s wrong, Ser?”

Seraph shook her head. “Technically, nothing.”

Sierra frowned. “I didn’t ask for technicalities. I asked why you’re sitting here looking shell-shocked.” A thought occurred to her, and her eyes swept the yard quickly. She noticed Damon staring intently at them and quickly skirted her gaze past him before leaning into Seraph and asking, “Did something happen?”

Sighing, Seraph shook her head again. “Well…if you consider Damon fucking me in my mama’s pantry something, then…yeah.”

Sierra bent her neck to the side to get a better look at her friend’s face. “You don’t sound excited about it. I thought he was blowing your back out. You tired of him already?”

Another longsuffering sigh escaped Seraph’s mouth, and she stood up, grabbing Sierra’s hand as she did so.

“Come on.”

Seraph led Sierra into her mother’s townhouse and out the front door, down the path that led around the building to the driveway where she used her key to unlock her car.

“Get inside.”

Once both women were inside of Seraph’s car, Sierra stared at Seraph expectantly.

“Okay, you’re scaring me. What is going on? Di—did Damon…rape you? Is that what happened? I swear to the Almighty that I’ll kill him if he did. I’ll put my cousin BoBo on it. He can make a man disappear, and no one would even know he’s missing until it’s too late. Say the word and Damon’s ass is grass. Not even that good crab-grass that Auntie Joyce has in her back yard, but that weak shit, the yellow shit that they only plant on the poorer side of town and never grows no matter how much you water it. Just tell me; did he hurt you?!”

Seraph’s lips twitched at the corner at Sierra’s rant, but this wasn’t a laughing matter in the least.

“SiSi. I don’t know how to explain this. I feel like I’m addicted to really bad drugs. Damon is blowing my back out. Consistently. He made me come twice in that pantry. But…I—the thing is, I didn’t want it.”

Sierra stared at her. “You didn’t want to have sex with him?”

Seraph shook her head. “No. Not at that moment and definitely not in my mama’s fucking pantry. I’m not an exhibitionist; I don’t get off on the possibility of people catching me in a compromising position. I—when I say I didn’t want to, I mean mentally I didn’t want to do it, but there was this…compulsion over me that overruled my brain. Like, I couldn’t say no to him even though I wanted to.” She sighed and leaned back against the headrest.

“It’s been like that since the first time we had sex. The for real, penetrative sex. That shit at Jaime’s party doesn’t count because I woke up to frottage before he ate me out. But every time after we had sex the week following the party, I’ve been incapable of turning him down. He comes to me at work, at my house, here…he even fucked me in one of the cabanas at Lakeside Lounge. Everywhere and anywhere he wants. It’s like…as soon as he says he needs me to come, I switch to autopilot then he can do whatever he wants to my body. I hate this but I can’t fucking stop. Even now, I know he saw us leave the backyard, and I fully expect him to come bend me over right here in the front seat of my car while I’m parked in my mama’s driveway. And I know, without a doubt, that no matter how much the idea mortifies me, I’ll let him do it as many times as he wants.