Summary: Damien and Ellie will never forget the day she found his handcuffs…
Author’s note: Another special part of my “The Third Park” series, which still is on a semi-hiatus. 🙁 But I miss writing about these two so much and Damien’s beard, that ‘Yes, sir’ and the dirty dancing scene… welp, they all led to this. 😉
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, only Ellie is my creation. Santiago Cabrera’s and Ni Ni’s gifs don’t belong to me.
Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)
“I’m booooored.” – Eleanor Zhou whined for the fourth time that past hour, throwing her cellphone on the dinner table. It was a warm September Sunday afternoon and she had been spending the whole day in the small apartment Damien rented in Northbridge while he worked for her there. She had already checked all her social media accounts countless times, Nadia and Allen had stopped texting her back (because they had better things to do) and she just seemed unable to defeat her adversary in that The Crown & The Flame game.
“You can go home if you want, Ellie. You don’t need to be stuck in here with me.” – Damien Nazario didn’t give her much attention, entirely focused on the case. After following Robert Zucko, her best friend’s (shady) fiancée, around the day before, the Private Investigator felt that he was finally getting close to find out what the other man was hiding.
Ellie groaned in frustration.
She knew she had hired him to work on the case – and it was good to know that D really worked hard and her money was being spent fairly -, but… well, she wanted his full attention. On her. She didn’t care to be ‘stuck’ with him at all… but she would rather be doing something more… fun than watching him work.
…Not that she didn’t enjoy that view. Oh, she enjoyed it very much.Watching Damien Nazario working from across the table, his brows furrowed in concentration, how he ran his fingers through his hair when some of the information he got didn’t match, and how he would lick his own lips from time to time… oh, that was highly enjoyable and, mainly, tempting.
Though anything he did turned her on. She was that horny for him.
She jumped out of the chair, deciding to take a look around, as if she hadn’t been there a few times already. They always went there when they wanted a little more privacy, especially from Freddie, her yellow Labrador Retriever.
The woman walked towards the small kitchen area and opened the fridge. There was an old takeout Chinese food there, and pretty much nothing else.
“You really should start eating better. And if you want Chinese food, you know you can come eat at my house. I’ll cook you something genuine and better than this fast food crap.”
He murmured something back, his face still glued on his notebook screen. She rolled her eyes and took a shot of the Bacardi he had in one of the cabinets. Eleanor personally preferred vodka, but if there was something that she learned from the past couple months she’d known him, was that Damien Nazario always kept a rum close to him.
“Fuck!” – the man cursed. – “The battery is dying. Can you get the notebook’s cable to me? It’s in my bag.”
“Sure.” – she found the cable easily, right next to a strange object… – “Oh. My. God! Why do you have one of these?” – she asked, shoving the handcuffs to his face.
“Thanks. And as a PI, we own one of these just in case.” – he said calmly, taking the object he asked for from her hands, unnoticing the mischievous grin that spread on Ellie’s face as he connected the cable on his notebook.
That was exactly what she needed. She definitely knew how to get D’s attention now.
“Can you show me how it works?” – he rolled his eyes but shrugged.
“Yeah, sure, why not? So, all you have to do is—”
ZAP.
Damien felt the pair of cold metal locking around his wrists and the woman laughed devilishly.
“Oh, whoops! I guess I figured how they work.”
“Very funny, Ellie.” – but the expression on his face said otherwise. – “Now, can you open it? The key is—”
“C’mon, Damien. Why don’t you take a break? And we have some fun together?” – she asked, sitting on the table, that cheeky smile still on her lips. – “We could even do a bit of role playing…” – she purred, sliding her pants down.
“‘Role playing’?” – Damien’s pissed expression softened a little. He already wasn’t listening to what she said, since his full attention was on her exposed legs, his eyes shamelessly admiring her.
“Yeah, I know how you are into it. And, since you’re the one handcuffed… you’ll be my prisoner.” – that devilish smirk on her lips widened visibly. Eleanor noticed how his brown eyes darkened when she touched her own sex. Oh, she knew how to turn him on so easily. – “So how is this going to be, Nazario? Do you prefer good cop or bad cop?” – she could feel the heat emanating from her through the thin fabric of her underwear. – “I can do both ways.”
“…I like both ways.” – Ellie chuckled to his response.
“Alright.” – and then, she took off her panties too. The man tried to reach her with his tied hands, but she didn’t let him. – “You’ll only do or say anything when I give you permission to do so, do you understand?”
Damien smirked at her, gladly joining her game.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you. Say it louder.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s what I thought.” – she spread her tights and started massaging herself, making sure Damien had a clear and full view of her.
Ellie’s breath quickened as she continued rubbing her own clit, her dark eyes locked on his. Little moans escaped from her lips and Damien noticed when her whole body started shivering slightly as she slid two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out of her dripping sex. Her moans always made him lose his mind.
The PI shuffled in discomfort on the chair, his cock pressing against his pants, itching to be released and buried inside the woman pleasing herself in front of him. He wanted to free himself from those suddenly so tight jeans, but he was playing Ellie’s little game and she prohibited him to do anything until she gave him permission. And that was something that she didn’t give yet.
“Do you… like… what you see…?” – she asked breathless, that mischievous grin on her flushed face.
“Very much.” – his throat was suddenly dry.
“Do you… want to touch me…? Taste me? Please me?” – he nodded repeatedly, his eyes fixed on hers. Her smirk widened slightly.
“Well, you shall then.”
Without losing any second, Damien buried his head between her thighs, desperate to taste her. Ellie gasped loudly when she felt his tongue exploring her, his lips sucking hard, his big hands gripping on her soft tights.
“Oh… yes…” – she murmured approvingly, her fingers running through his hair, exciting the man even more, if that was possible. – “Yes, D…”
He groaned when her sex started throbbing against his lips while Ellie cried his name louder and louder, feeling like her whole body burst into a million pieces of pleasure.
“Is this the best you got, Zhou?” – Damien smirked as he stood up, watching the woman on the desk catching her breath. She looked back at him, with an arched eyebrow and a defiant grin.
“Oh, I’m just starting, Nazario.”
Still feeling her skin tingling because of the orgasm, Eleanor climbed down the desk, already pulling the man in by his joined wrists. Their lips met easily in a searing kiss, and she felt her own taste on his tongue, as he pushed her back against the table again, his leg between her thighs. Ellie groaned when she felt his hard crotch pressing on her belly as his mouth travelled down to her jaw and then her neck, biting the smooth skin there, making her chuckle.
“Dammit, Ellie…” – Damien cursed low when he felt the woman’s hand tracing the shape of his stiff cock, above all those layers of clothes. She grinned at him.
“Since you were a good boy, I’ll help you feel more comfortable.”
“Thanks, because it kind of will be hard with these—” – she shut him up by leaning forward and kissing him again, her hands already unbuttoning his shirt.
He cupped her face with his tied hands, deepening the kiss, as they stumbled through the apartment towards the bedroom.
“Get on that bed. Now.” – she ordered, her breath hot against his cheek.
Ellie grinned approvingly as he lied back down on the bed, and she got rid off her remaining pieces of clothes.
“I’m feeling a little overdressed here. Can you help me?” – the man asked with a smirk, gesturing to the handcuffs around his wrists.
Eleanor rolled her eyes (but she couldn’t hide a smile), and bent over him, kissing him sweetly. Damien groaned as he felt the weight of her completely naked and warm body pinning him down onto the soft mattress. She moaned when his hands found her breasts, playing with her hard nipples, as he bit her bottom lip playfully.
“Don’t move.” – she murmured, her lips leaving light but burning kisses on his cheek, jaw, neck… She kissed her way down his chest and then his firm abs, straddling him on the bed. Damien wanted to touch her desperately, but those damn handcuffs didn’t allow him to do so. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Ellie finally slid down his pants and boxers, freeing him. She giggled. – “Aaaw, have you been anticipating this for too long?”
“Does this pretty mouth of yours just talk?” – Eleanor laughed louder. Their sense of humor matched so well; she loved all that banter between them.
Damien sucked in his breath when she lowered her head, her hot mouth wrapping around his rigid length. She felt his fingers clenching on her hair as she kept sucking, drawing him out… until his whole body tensed in anticipation, ready to spill…
She immediately stopped with those movements, making the man groan in frustration, and put a last kiss on his stomach before crawling back to him, until her face was just mere inches from his, a sly grin on her lips. Damien still breathed hard.
“…You little devil.” – she chuckled.
“I didn’t give you permission to c—”
But before Ellie could know what was happening, she was facing down the mattress, her hands pinned down her back and a sonorous ZAP could be heard, something cold around her wrists.
She looked over her shoulder and watched Damien massaging his now free wrists.
“Much better. Now the fun will begin.” – he said, with that stupidly charming smirk back to his lips, letting his shirt slide down his shoulders onto the floor.
“How did you do this?” – she asked both amused and confused, turning to face him.
“I was a cop, Ellie. And we might would compete to see who could get ourselves out of the handcuffs faster in my precinct. And I always won.” – he completed.
“But you don’t have the key.”
“Yeah, but a bobby pin or a paperclip is enough to do the trick.” – he showed her the paperclip on his hand. She rolled her eyes. – “I guess it’s my time to show you how real cops… well, ex-cops play…” – his cocky smirk widened. – “I used to do good cop, bad cop every time… which one do you want me to play, Ellie?”
She immediately felt a heat pool between her legs and her heartbeat speed up, excited.
“Whatever it works for you, sir.” – she said defiantly, and Damien narrowed his eyes. She knew very well by now that he loved being called like that.
“Very well, then.” – he hovered above her. – “I won’t free you until I’m done with you, Zhou. You distracted me from work, and that is something that I take very seriously. You’re a bad girl.”
She bit her bottom lip teasingly that way that drove him crazy.
“And what do you do to bad girls, Mr. Nazario?” – she purred, her dark eyes shining with pure lust.
“…I punish them.” – he brusquely turned her around, her back facing him. Ellie chuckled when he bit her bare shoulder, feeling his length rubbing on her butt cheek. – “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name…” – he whispered on her ear.
The woman gasped when he entered, all at once. Damien groaned as he felt her wetness, tightness and warmth all around him, almost bringing him to the edge already, but he was able to control himself. Before Ellie could take the sensation of him all inside her, he started pushing forward assertively, making her moan. They both loved the way their bodies felt together.
“Do you like it? Do you like when I do this?” – Damien asked as he slapped her butt, making Ellie let out a cry of both pleasure and pain. Her skin slightly turned pinker.
“Y-yes.”
Suddenly, she felt being pulled behind by her wrists, making her arch towards him, sitting on his lap. One of Damien’s hands gripped on her hair, forcing her to face him.
“You’ll look at me when you answer me, capiche?”
“Yes, sir…”
He kissed her again, hard, his mouth desperate and demanding on hers. One of his big hands at her throat, holding Eleanor against his chest, his warmth enveloping her. Damien moved his hips against hers slowly and deeply, watching her every reaction. Her whole body twitched every time he slid deeper inside her.
“You feel so good, Ellie.” – he murmured, before planting a kiss behind her ear.
“Faster, D… please…” – she practically begged. Well, she already was on her knees.
“I’m the one who should be giving orders here.” – the PI pinned her back down the bed, one of his hands firmly grasping the back of the woman’s neck and the other on the handcuffs around her wrists.
He thrusted in her more vigorously, Ellie’s face on the bed sheets. All that could be heard in the bedroom was the sound of skin against skin, Damien’s grunts and Ellie’s muffled moans.
She and D had done it enough times to know how they liked to have sex, usually in a slower and more romantic pace so it could last longer, but today… Today it was being rough, loud, hallucinating. There was this competition between them. They were fucking like animals.
Damien wasn’t able to hold it anymore when her walls tightened around him, and he finally spilled inside her, both of them groaning loudly.
They both collapsed on the bed, panting hard and feeling all sweaty from all that activity, their hearts pounding inside their chests. Ellie felt her body numb and tingling, the way it always felt after she came.
Damien gently detached the handcuffs from Eleanor and kissed her slightly red wrists, before planting another kiss on her forehead and then finally her mouth. She loved how his kisses could be so impossibly sweet sometimes. Especially after they fucked until they were both worn out.
“Hey…” – she murmured, a beautiful grin on her soft lips, as she stroked his handsome face.
“Hey.” – he smirked back, leaning towards her gentle touch.
“This was fun, wasn’t it?” – she asked, taking the handcuffs in her hands and admiring them. – “Have you used them before?”
“Not for this.” – Damien let out a sigh, noticing that the sky outside was already getting dark. – “…I need to go back to work.” – but he didn’t move a single muscle. – “You’re so damn distracting, Ellie.” – she giggled devilishly.
“I guess you meant ‘I’m so irresistibly sexy’.” – she corrected him before leaning in and pecking him. ‘This too’, the man thought to himself. – “Besides, you were deserving a break.” – he chuckled. – “You know…”
“What?”
“I’m hungry.” – Damien threw his head backwards, laughing louder. Ellie’s smile widened; she always felt like it was a personal victory when she made him laugh like that. She loved hearing his laughter.
“Alright… what do you say we take a shower before grabbing something to eat? And it won’t be a ‘junk fast food crap’ like you always say about my food. Where do you want to dinner?” – her eyes lighted up. If there was something that Eleanor Zhou knew was where to eat well. And that was something she loved too.
“Oh, there’s a nice cantina a few blocks from Mortif…” – she quickly glanced to his alarm clock beside the bed, already standing up. – “but we better go soon, that place can be a little packed—”
“Let’s shower together then, to get some time.”
The woman narrowed her eyes, looking suspiciously at him. She knew Damien Nazario well enough to know exactly what he meant by ‘taking a shower together’. And that was everything but quick.
“We’ll just shower. No funny business, D.”
“I’ve never been more serious my whole life.” – he showed her his palms, pleading innocence. Ellie still didn’t believe him but she walked towards the bathroom anyway. He followed her, enjoying the view of her naked form in front of him. – “…but I can keep my hands to myself. The question is if you can resist me, Zhou.” – he whispered into her ear as they entered the shower together. He had that stupid cocky charming smirk on his lips again.
She crossed her arms, an eyebrow raised defiantly.
“Do you wanna bet, Nazario?”