Damon pov::

I watched her as she moaned, feeling her tighten around me as she came. I knew then then and there that i wanted to keep her. I wanted to hear her moan louder. I wanted to hear her moan my name. I rammed into her harder, slipping a second finger up to her pockered asshole, pushing and prodding until she opened up to allow me to slip it inside. Alice cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but i just curled my fingers inside of her as i picked up the pace.

There was no way that i was going to let her go. Not now. She’d behave, and that’s all i needed. I couldn’t hold back much longer, and so i continued in short, hard thrusts until my cock started to throb inside of her. Alice tried to stay relaxed around my fingers, but both her pussy and asshole continued to clench around me, milking every last drop of me as i came deep inside of her

“Alice.” i groaned softly, hoping she wouldn’t hear as i came. I don’t think she did with the way she threw her head back in pleasure, bucking against me as she rode out yet another orgasm. I shivered, staying there inside of her as I softened before slowly starting to pull back out. I uncurled my fingers and slid them out as well, standing up. I walked around to where she was still on her hands and knees, looking up at me.

"You're mine." I said, kneeling down in front of her, but Alice gave me a puzzled look. I knew she wasn't quite processing everything just yet. It had happened too quickly. I smiled at her, patting her cheek before tilting her chin up. I didn't kiss her on the lips. I knew better than that, but I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I said you're mine. Now and forever. You will have to get used to that. I will be the only one you'll ever call master.” I told her, and I left her there in the shower, wide eyed, telling her to finish up soon before I come to collect her.

I didn't plan to give her too long, but I'd grant her these precious few extra minutes to readjust herself to the situation. I knew it'd be hard for her. With a small smile, I watched from the cameras as her legs shook just before I went to go shower off as well. Alice was in for a long ride with me, and I was going to make sure she was perfect in every way before I was through with her.

She just didn't know it yet. She would though, and I couldn't wait to see what she'd become. She had the fire that I wanted, and yet she was tame-able. Tame-able, fuck-able, soft. I laughed at the thought, running my fingers through my own hair. I hated how much that woman got under my skin, but at least now she was mine. She was no longer a slave I would be delivering to someone else. She'd stay mine. Forever. The thought was more comforting than it should have been.

☆☆☆☆

Our Secret:::

A year ago my mother Ellen stumbled onto a real catch. Alexander Bennett was 33 years old, blonde and blue- eyed. He would have looked like an All-American man if he wasn't perpetually scruffy, if he didn't have such a quietly scornful personality, or even if he cut his hair a little. Instead he looked like the guy your mother warned you about. In my case, my mother married him.

He softened her a little. Made her giggle with his cutting barbs towards her friends. She even blushed when he paid her a compliment. I knew he didn't mean any of it. He was full of shit.

As the son of a well-to-do politician, he was expected to become a prominent member of society and marry a nice" girl from a "nice" family. Since Alex was a dick, he gave his father the middle finger, invested his trusts into a few restaurants and became a wealthy restauranteur all on his own.

"

Mom wasn't a nice girl, but she did come from a great family and she knew which fork to use. She was also excellent in bed, if I was to believe her numerous lovers after Dad left, and very beautiful. Alex met her one night in his most popular restaurant and must have decided she'd be fun to marry, mostly because she would absolutely let him do what he want. It didn't hurt that he could make fun of her on a daily basis and she wouldn't get it.

Our relationship was ... complicated.

When I met Alexander I was instantly attracted to him, which was strange considering how I was into the alternative look at the time. Tattoos and lip piercings got me wet--not guys who, after a shave, could run for President. I'd also never thought an older guy who wasn't a celebrity was hot before. Mom introduced us and shockingly a thousand butterflies wept in my stomach.

Then I noticed the sardonic glint in those blue eyes. His lips curled into something not quite a smile. His gaze swept up from my flip-flops, over the pink sundress I wore, and finally met mine. It felt like a challenge. It gave me chills, chills that I knew he saw and catalogued. He probably cherished them.

"How sweet," he said, taking my hand. I knew there was something going on behind those eyes but I couldn't be sure of what it was.