C27 Twenty Seven

Bianca’s POv

I stood infront of the mirror checking the different dresses on my body.

Then, I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Come in.” my voice rung out.

And then, Martha stepped in with a black box in hand.

“Mr. Damain sent me to give you this.”

I didn't need to ask to guess what it was. A dress.

Damian could take me for trash but when it comes to guest, he never failed to make a presence.

I took it with a nod and waited till she left to open it.

It was black silk dress.

I slid it over my skin, hugging my body tightly, exposing my curves. It exposed parts of my body I'd rather it not.

It's shoulder hung low over mine, exposing my breasts to a length, and it was so short, it revealed my some part of my upper thighs

God! As if he can't be anymore annoying, he brings me a dress of a prostitute.

I didn't feel comfortable one bit!

But, if he brought the dress for me, that meant I had no choice but to wear it.

This was all part of his sick game.

“Perfect,” Damian’s voice cut across the room, his tone sharp.

It almost frightened me.

He leaned lazily against the doorway, his tie still undone as though he couldn't care less about the meet.

His gaze dragged over me, making my skin prickle.

Then, slowly a devilish smirk appeared on his face. “You know, you looking so hot and sexy might just make me finally want to fuck you hard and make you cum.“

My stomach knotted with unease at his words, but I simply ignored him.

“Our guests will be pleased.”

Guests?!

I nearly scoffed, at those words… Nathan and Cecilia, were many things but I didn't see them as guests.

I saw them as vultures spying on their prey.. ME.

And this case, to check if I was still on my meds maybe.

The doorbell chimed before I could form a response to him.

“Oh! They're here.. “ Damian’s smirk widened as though all this was a sick game and me and Nathan were the pieces.

Then, he stepped out, but I remained, my heart thumped once, and then again, before I forced myself to follow him out.

I didn't know what game Damian was playing, why did he invite Nathan, why leave his device inside me..

I exhaled slowly before taking the stairs down.

And, there they were.. Nathan was dressed in a tailored navy suit wearing that ‘kiss your ass’ smile to Damain.

How pathetic!

Cecilia followed behind him, in a silver gown, her hair swept into a pony tale.

Her eyes met mine for a brief second, and I could see was the cold and dark.

“Come in,” Damian said, his hand resting lightly at the small of my back.

The dining room glowed under warm fluorescent lights above, the table had already been well made and arranged by Martha.

I moved mechanically, offering wine to all of them, even adjusting their napkins, practical anything to delay sitting down.

But eventually, I did.

I sat next to Nathan, with Damian across from me, his sharp eyes meeting mine from time to time.

For the first twenty minutes, it was seamless, and inside me was praying that it continued this way.

Nathan and Damain started conversations about their partnership.

And when, Damain made a subtle joke, Nathan forced a laugh that even i could tell was fake.

He was really kissing Damian’s ass.

I forced my lips to curve as well, as tried to ignore the fact that I had a device shoved into my pussy.

And then…

It started.

I felt a low vibration.

So faint at first I thought I had imagined it. Then again, becoming stronger and more relentless.

My fork stilled midway to my mouth. I swallowed hard, as the heat began picking up, sweat piling up my nose.

Damian didn’t look at me. He cut into his steak, his expression composed.

“Tommorow I'll send in Jade to deliver the blueprint for the expansion.”

He faced Nathan, his voice firm, like he didn't just press the remote for my misery.

He was evil encarnate.

My breath hitched. I forced a cough to cover it, setting my glass down, my hands trembling slightly.

Cecilia’s eyes flicked toward me, maybe noticing my sudden restlessness, then she pulled away.

Nathan, followed to, turning to me, his gaze lingered on me a little longer.

Sweat broke along my hairline as the vibration grew stronger, burrowing inside me, curling heat in my stomach until my thighs pressed together desperately.

I was getting wet, so fucking wet, and I couldn't stop it..

I shifted in my seat, trying to disguise the movement as casual. Damian’s lips curved faintly at the corner.

“You look warm,” Cecilia remarked, tilting her head.

“I—” My voice cracked. I cleared it, reaching for my napkin. “It’s just the wine.”

Nathan’s brow furrowed. He didn’t believe me.

His dark eyes, lingered on my flushed cheeks.

The vibration quickened, my pussy wetting, I could feel my shaft leaking to the chair.

Fuck… !!

My stomach clenched, my throat tightening against the sound clawing its way out.

I bit down hard on my lip so hard, I tasted my blood…

I was reaching my breaking point.

The room spun around me..

All the noises hitting me at once.

The sound of forks scrapping against plates, wine pouring into cups and those smug laughters felt like they were in the background, almost like a world away.

For me, my mind was only on the vibration going through my legs that tensed me up.

I pushed my chair back suddenly. “Excuse me,” I said, rising quickly, my chair screeching against the polished floor. “I just need—”

“To freshen up?” Nathan’s voice cut me off, narrowing his eyes.

He knew something was definitely up.

I nodded, unable to speak without betraying myself.

I turned about but to dash to the bathroom, when I felt Damian’s hand, firm on my wrist, holding me in place.

“Stay,” he said softly.

But the command rooted me to the ground. I felt my knees almost buckle.

I slwoly turned to meet his eyes, as they gleamed with an amusement that made me want to scream. “Our guests wouldn’t want to miss your company.”

I froze, my breath shallow.

And just like that, I sat back down, my legs trembling under the table.

How could anyone be so cruel..?

Then, I felt another surge go through me. This one was brutal.

My body jolted, my chair scraping slightly. Cecilia glanced up, now startled.

And then it happened.

A loud moan tore from my throat. It rang through the dining room, and it was impossible to mistake.

A tense silence fell.

Everyone paused, eyes turning to me.