Damon

As I entered my room in the morning I saw her sleeping flopped over to my side hugging my pillow. The blanket has went down to her knees. She was wearing my shirt and the sight of her gave me a rush. But she was shivering and sweating, she was holding on to that pillow so tightly, she was mumbling something. I guess she is having another nightmare, I reached her rubbed her back whispered in her ears "shhh....relax amore you are safe, everything is ok", slowly after few minutes her breathing stabilized and she drifted to sleep again. what's with these nightmares?

I pulled the blanket on her. I ran my knuckles at her cheek, she was looking so innocent and beautiful. I understand her life has taken a major turn. But what was she expecting standing at an auction, that some prince charming will scoop her and take her on his white horse. She was meant to be sold, she must expect even worse of what I have given her.

But why was she there in that auction. Who is she? Is she one of the girls from Marc's brothel or someone Marc kidnapped or bought himself from someone? She was expecting to be returned to Marc. Does she want to? It do look like she knows Marc more than a kidnapper. Might be she is one of his girls. She did screamed Marc's name fearing he will die that day in my living room too. Was there is something between them? Why Marc sold her then? How does she even know him? How he got her? What has he told her about this? All these questions were running through my mind.

She was surprised when I said that she will be staying in my room. It was so hurting to hear her calling herself a whore. Her heart broke at calling herself a whore and it was so visible in her eyes. She is so vulnerable. I don't know about her past, anything about her except for the details Marc shared in that email. Her eyes speaks of her emptiness, she is sad and broken.

She is scared and overwhelmed, what do you expect of her. A voice in me spoke. I heard her crying in the bathroom the first night here. She cried for quiet sometime. For a minute I felt to knock but then I guess it was better to leave her to herself. She needed time to come to terms with the 180° degree turn her life has taken.

To ease her in I took her to dinner last night thinking maybe if she will be more comfortable, she will open up and accept it with her heart. Why do I even care about her happiness? Since when do I care about anyone's happiness? uggh what is she doing to me? But I do, I do care about her, I want to see her smile. And she did she laughed a bit, she smiled yesterday and it was so beautiful. She was so innocent when she asked for that cherry popsicle, I let out a smile myself thinking of her.

Why she asked me not to call her "princess"? The questions were not leaving my head. What has she been through? hmmm I sighed. I can get all the details of her past in just one call but she asked not to look into it. I guess I could wait for her to tell me. Maybe its better that's way.

My phone vibrated and I got back to my senses that I came here to get ready I have to leave already. I have whole day packed today. I closed a big deal of arms yesterday and today my shipment needs to go. I need to check the guns before we send it on the ship. Then I also had to check on collections.

I should get going, I got up to shower kissing her on the forehead and covering her more with the blanket.

Her smile was flashing in front me again and again as I shower, I tried to think about something else but the feel of having her was not leaving me. I remembered her trembling beneath me on the other night, her soft trembling voice saying "U-U-understood Don", "I-I-I am y-yours D-Damon" was coming back to me again and again and I jerked myself off remembering her tears, her smiles, the sparkle in her eyes as she was sucking that popsicle. I imagined her kneeling and sucking my cock. I want kiss her all over, to bite her, to hurt her to comfort her. It was her all over.

I finally catch my breathe and left the shower cubicle. I came out and saw her still sleeping. I so wanted to slide beside her and replace my pillow she was hugging. My phone rang bringing me back to reality and I disappeared in the closet. I got ready in the casuals. I just do not get the concept of being suited all the time as almost everyone around me does. Even my Dad used to be all suited up but for me my ties looks better when I tie my girls with it rather around my neck. My eyes went to the blue tie I used to tie Sophia and there it was again she tied up with the bed. For a minute I want to tie her up again.

Another bing on my phone make me think with my brain. So I kept the tie back, tucked up the knife instead and left the closet. I took my gun from the bedside. I kissed her again lightly on her cheek and left the room.