Author’s Note: After today’s chapter 13 of Perfect Match Book One, I’ve officially dubbed Damien Nazario as “Dirty D.” (Hence, the name of this fic.) This entire smutty fic is completely Pixelberry’s fault for unleashing that kink-fest today, but I can’t even be mad. And hopefully you won’t be either. 😉
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“So you’ve really never used these for recreational purposes before?” Camille slid her thumbs over the cool metal of the handcuffs, eyebrow quirked as she awaited his response. “After all those years of having them handy, chasing after the bad guys … never?” She set them down on the table, keeping his gaze as she leaned forward to press her palms down and giving him a little peek down her t-shirt.
Damien squirmed a little in his chair, already becoming aroused at her implied suggestion. “Umm, no. Really hadn’t had many oppportunities … until now.” His eyes focused on her, voice dropping lower as she pressed her arms against her breasts to enhance his view. “Those aren’t something you whip out with just anyone.”
Cami smirked, enjoying where this little dialogue was headed. “And, you did tell me that first night that you liked it when I teased you?”
He inhaled sharply, trying his best to wait patiently for whatever dirty deeds she had in mind. “That is also true.” He could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder, yearning to bend her over this table and fuck her senseless. But instead he waited. Tonight he wanted her to be in charge.
“Good” she replied smugly. “Because there’s something I want to try.”
He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by her sultry tone and seductive confidence. Cami was always confident in the bedroom, but she usually she loved to let him take the reigns and tell her what to do. He leaned back in his chair, maintaining eye contact. “I’m all yours, Babe.”
She walked around the table, stopping directly in front of him. “First, stand up. Take off your clothes.” He heeded her instructions, lips upturned in a cocky smile as he slowly peeled of his clothing and dropped it to the floor. As he bent forward to remove his boxer briefs he grazed his lips over hers on his way back to standing, nipping her lower lip and illiciting a chuckle from her. “Good. Now … “ she brushed past him and picked up the chair, placing it in the middle of the room. “Sit.” She admired him as he sauntered slowly across the room to sit, built like a Greek god all broad shoulders and tan skin and long, lean muscles.
He sat in the chair in front of her. “Yes, Master” he quipped playfully. “What else can I do to please you?” There was a sarcastic grin on his face, but it still did not mask the dark desire within his eyes.
Oh I can think of some things …, Cami thought to herself as she walked around behind the chair. But first, I have plans for you. She leaned over him, pressing her nose in his hair and inhaling his masculine scent, murmuring softly. “Now … I’m going to ask you some questions, Detective Man.” She grasped his earlobe in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around it and provoking a deep groan from Damien. She swiftly dropped to her knees, cuffs in hand, and grasped his arms behind him. She fastened the cold, metal shackles around his wrists, leaving him defenseless to her whims. Her hands glided up his arms and over his shoulders as she stood back up and then meandered in front of him. She stood there in silence, waiting as he watched in anticipation.
His breathing had already accelerated at the many dirty ideas of what she was about to do bounced around in his mind. “You look a little overdressed, Cami. I’m not really sure that is fair.” He panted, desperate for whatever came next.
She shook her head in amusement as she paced in front of him, eyes never leaving his stare. “Okay, first question.” She halted in front of him and leaned down, pressing a slow, sensuous kiss to his lips and then pulling away quickly before his own mouth had a chance to catch up to her. “When did you first know you wanted me?” She leaned back to watch his facial expression, standing between his legs with a hand on each of his shoulders.
“You know this story. The night after that douchebag accountant dumped you and you slipped off the bench in the park.” He waited patiently for his reward.
Camille chuckled. “I do remember that story, very well. But that’s when you first realized you had feelings for me.” She bent over him again, cheek pressed against his as she whispered low in his ear. “I asked you …” her hand found its way up his thighs, palming his rigid member and eliciting a grunt, “when did you first know you wanted me? As in, wanted to fuck me?” She pumped his cock a few times, enjoying his breathy moans …then gently let go and stepped away from him, watching him fidget with craving as she left him wanting more.
Damien tried to calm his breathing and ignore the throbbing desire between his legs. “I, uh … I guess the second time you and Nadia came to my office.” She raised an eyebrow inquisitively and made a gesture with her hand, signaling keep going. “Umm, you were wearing this tight skirt and a sweater from work. And I remember you bent over to get a cup of water from the water cooler … “ Cami listened to him as he explained himself, her hands dropping to her jeans and unbuttoning the fly. She tugged them down over her hips while she turned her back to face to him. ”… and my God, I wanted to squeeze that ass so bad …” Damien growled as she pushed her ass back in his direction and continued to pull her pants down her legs, positioning her curves adorned in lacy boyshorts directly in his field of vision as she shimmied out of the garment. She grinned as she heard him writhe behind her, knowing he was desperate to grab her and bite her and ravage her if he had the opportunity.
“Hmmm, I see Mr. Detective.” She twirled to observe him again, pulling her shirt over her head and to the floor as she relished his obvious hunger for her. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and dropped it to the side as she sat to straddle his lap. She placed her hands in his hair, tugging his head gently back while her tongue traced the outline of his lower lip. “Now, tell me … “ she positioned his head near her chest, pulling him to her in encouragement as his wet mouth found her breasts. “Did you ever think of me while you touched yourself?” She found herself whimpering as he lapped at one nipple then the other, unable to control her instinct to rub her wet center against his lap. “Did you think of me?” she asked again.
“Yes.” Damien’s hips bucked against her, seeking satisfaction, but was only able to move a short distance due to his restraints. “I thought of you so many times.” He groaned at the feel of her heat on him and her intoxicating smell, frustrated to be unable to hold her. “I thought about sliding my hand up that skirt and bending you over in front of me to fuck you.” Cami hummed with pleasure as she lifted herself up off of him, her hand dropping into her panties to stroke herself while he watched helplessly from the chair.
“Mmm … what else?” She placed one hand on his shoulder to steady herself while she massaged the fingers on her other hand along her wet slit. “What else did you want to do to me?” She dropped her head and closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure of her own touch and imagining Damien fondling himself while thinking of her.
Damien nuzzled his face into her hand on his shoulder, nibbling at the only skin she allowed him access to. She looked so fucking amazing there in front of him, touching herself for his eyes only. His gaze dropped to her hand moving back and forth in her panties, wishing he could be the one making her squirm with pleasure. “I imagined what you tasted like. What you smelled like.” He felt his dick pulsing, yearning for contact. “I imagined licking you until I made you scream my name.” Camille shuddered at his confession, remembering all the times she’d longed for him to do the same during those nights alone in her bed. “I wished I could see the look on your face when you came. When you came for me.” Her breath hitched. “Look at me Cami.” Her gaze fell to his, full of lust and hungry for release. “Can you show me?”
Unable to form a coherent response, she merely nodded her head in response. “That’s my girl. Show me what you like.” She continued stroking her folds, alternating between circling her sensitive nub and plunging two fingers into her wet core. She kept Damien’s gaze while he continued to encourage her and occasionally pulled against the cuffs, forgetting his restraints as his body instinctively yearned to reach for her. She felt the heat pooling in her belly, whimpering with need as she gradually built to the point where she felt she was going to combust. “Good girl, Baby. Come for me.” Damien found her hand on his shoulder and enveloped her thumb in his mouth, sucking as she neared her climax. “Come for me.”
Cami’s entire body jolted as the initial wave of her orgasm hit her, a startled groan escaping her lips. Her vision glazed over with bright white fireworks as the warm tingle spread from her center out to the rest of her body. As she came down from her high, she stroked her clit once again and was awarded with one last wave of pleasure thrumming her senses.
Mmmmm … She stood there motionless for a few moments, gripping Damien’s shoulder for balance as she slowly came to. She peered down into his eyes, dark and wild with need, then drowsily stood upright. After she withdrew her hand from her sex, she traced her two wet fingers across his lips before he plunged them into his mouth to devour her juices.
As Camille leaned down to unlock the handcuffs, she placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “You did good Detective, you answered all of my questions to my satisfaction.” She released him from his confines and he stood up slowly, rubbing his wrists where he had pulled against the metal. “I’d be happy to reward you for your cooperation.” She smirked over her shoulder as she sashayed back over to the table and set the handcuffs down with a clank.
She felt him behind her before she even had a chance to turn around. He placed one hand on lower back, bending her over before taking one hand in his and then the other to place them flat on the table in front of her. He pressed himself against her ass and placed his nose in the crook of her neck, whispering gruffly in her ear. “I’d like to show you what I had in mind that first time I saw you in that skirt. Are you ready?”
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