Chapter 51

• Damian had a quiet and solemn bath. He could still feel the gentle pressure of Lilian's fingers and feet on his back. Once or twice, he had shuddered as he remembered how she played around in his back, touching his sensitive spots. He looked down at himself and saw that he was hard under. It had been days since he had anyone. Rosé came around once but he was in no mood. Now he was craving something warm, wet, soft, and tight. He grabbed his hard cock with one hand and stroked it slowly as a moan escaped his lips. Fuck, he wanted Lilian so bad. Being that close to her, feeling the softness of her body but not being able to enter it drove him crazy. His body tingled violently as he was slowly filled with desire. As he stroked the length of it, he heard a knock at the door. Immediately he snapped out of his lustful thoughts and poked his head out of the bathroom to see who was that ungrateful bastard that was interrupting him. The knock came again and then a weak, little voice.
• "Mr. Richards, lunch is ready. Should I bring it upstairs?"
• Damian groaned in frustration. It was just a maid.