Chapter Fourteen
Damian caught a big fat large mouthed bass. He grinned and carried it back to the cabin. Angela followed him to see if he needed help. Strangely he didn't. He washed and cleaned it and cut it up into fillets.
After admiring his work, he took out a clean pan to cook it. He prepared a batter for coating the fillets. Angela was impressed. While he pan fried it, Angela looked for some couscous to cook. She found some broccoli and chopped it for a stir fry. She made a simple tartar sauce to go with the meal. Lunch was ready in forty minutes and they attacked it hungrily.
"It's delicious. From now on, you're cooking," said Angela.
"Don't get your hopes up, Angel. I'm not always so generous, " he said, shaking his head.
"Who cleaned this place?" She asked curiously.
"I had to come here to plan the farmwork, so I had it cleaned yesterday by one of my men here," he admitted and Angela nodded.
"You were planning to stay a few days?" She asked. That answered why the refrigerator was stocked.
"Yes I have to. Now you will stay with me," he grinned and she gasped.
"What the hell! I don't have any clothes," she said, glaring at him.
"I stole a few of your clothes when you were changing. So yes, you have clothes. Now can you stay a few days with me?" He asked expectantly.
"But we won't do it," she reasoned.
"Do what?" He asked with amusement in his eyes.
"You know what I mean, " she said, awkwardly.
"I don't have any clue to what you're talking about," he said, excited to make her say it.
"Sex. We won't have sex. Now have you understood?" She said, her face bright red with embarrassment. The look of pure satisfaction on his face made her glare at him. The creep made her spell it out for him.
"I hadn't even thought about it. See you have such a dirty mind," he teased and she blushed more.
The whole meal he ate with a shit eating grin on his face which was getting to her nerves. "So are you enjoying our date?" He asked and her mouth hung open.
"What date?" She asked, coming her senses.
"This," he said.
"It's no date," she stated, finishing her meal.
"Believe me it is our first date," he said. "There'd be many more to come. So we've started dating," he said conclusively.
Angela shook her head,"In your dreams," she muttered going into the kitchen. She actually liked the idea of going out on a date like her friends did. But she would never admit that to Damian and inflate his already large ego. He followed her inside with his plate. They washed the dishes and cleaned the mess that they'd made.
Afterwards they went for a walk around the farm, planning which place would be better for what. "I'm planning on organic produce including the locals here. We would give them intensive training with certification and degrees and induct them here if they wanted. We'll sell the produce at nominal rates for the locals and market rates for outsiders. We will use sustainable practices with financial and community systems, much like the Community Supported Agriculture, " he stated his vision and Angela appreciated.
"Wow Damian. You have it all figured out?" She gasped.
"Yeah, sort of," he grinned.
"So are you studying agriculture?" She asked.
"Nope," was all he answered. A group of men arrived and they planned the work on the farm.
It was late afternoon by the time the men left. Angela had already gone back to the cabin to prepare dinner and rest her legs. When Damian returned, she was in the en-suite taking a shower.
She was nearly done. Feeling fresh, she realised that her fresh clothes were in the car. She dried herself and decided to wear her dirty ones and run and get her clothes before Damian returned. She knew he had kept the car keys hanging on the wall near the main door.
Opening her door, she came out. She didn't find the dirty clothes that she had left on her bed. "Where did my clothes go?" She wondered out loud.
"They're being washed," said Damian's voice as he came into the room. Angela panicked and turned around to run back into the en-suite but she collided with Damian's chest instead.
"Damian, get me my clothes, please," she begged.
"No, I want to see you," he said, stubbornly. His arm clasped around her and he pulled her flush against him. "Let me see you Angel," he pleaded, his other hand traced upwards from her bare arm to her shoulders, igniting the fire. A shudder ran down her spine at his touch.
She was too tongue tied to answer him. Why did she always lose herself where Damian was concerned? Maybe she wanted him to touch her, maybe she wanted to hear him say dirty things to her. Damian hoisted one of her legs and wrapped it around himself. The short towel hitched upwards much to her dismay. She'd never felt so acutely aware of her nakedness in all her life.
His dark lust filled eyes, erratic breath was only an inch away from hers. Her breath hitched when his exploring fingers went beneath the short towel and touched her naked butt cheeks.
She couldn't help the small moan that escaped her when his fingers traveled all the way to her wetness between her legs. He crashed his lips to hers, taking advantage of her parted mouth. She was lost in the hunger and intensity of the kiss. His tongue played with her mouth, his teeth gently bit her lips. A whimper escaped her mouth at his torture. His fingers teased her folds.
''Fuck, you're soaking wet for me,'' his spoke in a raspy voice as his mouth left hers to attack her neck. The towel came off and fell to the floor in a heap.
Damian picked her up, her legs wrapped around his torso and he deposited her on the bed. His lust filled eyes taking her in, memorizing all her curves. "You're so beautiful Angel, more than I had ever dreamed," he said softly, hovering over her and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her neck, her cheek, worshiping her body.
"Oh Damian, " she said when he inserted his finger into her and thrust in and out of her. It was an incredible feeling, making her moan with pleasure.
"I'm going crazy for you Angel. Can't you feel it? Can't you see how much I want you?" He said, breathlessly.
"Damian please," she said, arching her body to get more of him. His mouth latched onto her breasts and he sucked hungrily. Angela closed her eyes, clutching onto his shoulders to control herself.
"Cum for me baby, " he said, into her ear, biting her earlobe. His raspy, sexy voice combined with the steady pumping of his fingers in and out of her, send vibrations throughout her entire body making her mutter his name repeatedly till she became undone.
Damian collected her juices onto his waiting fingers and tasted them with hooded eyes. "I gave you your first orgasm, Angel. How was it?'' he asked her with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
''Mmmmm,'' said Angela closing her eyes, a smile of satisfaction hovering over her lips.
''Do you want me to eat you now?" He asked with hope, his breathing erratic.
"I don't want to get pregnant now, Damian, " she said in a small voice, looking at him shyly.
"I'm not doing it with you now. How will you get pregnant," he said, with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, I didn't know you were just playing with me," Angela said, feeling unhappy and disgusted at herself for dancing to his music. She got up to wrap the towel around herself.
"I didn't mean it that way Angel," he said in confusion. "Where are you going?"
"I might not be experienced as you are Damian but I know it when you're laughing at me," she said. She didn't know why she was upset? Was it because he didn't want to make love to her or was it because he wasn't so aroused as she was? He was fully clothed and in control while playing with her.
"Darling, I love you. Why should I laugh at you? I'm smiling 'coz you're adorable. You don't know what you do to me Angel. I love the innocent you," he said, holding her close and kot letting her go.
"I'll get you your clothes and we'll have dinner, yes?" He asked and Angela nodded, feeling foolish.
He went out and got a small trolley case full of clothes. He placed it in the room and came closer to her.
"I'm not playing with you. You're stuck to me for life," he said, meaning every word.
"Wear something and come out. I'm serving dinner," he said, before going out of the room.