Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 108 - This Is What You Do To Me **

[READER ADVISORY: MATURE CONTENT. THE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER IS NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES UNDER 18. There won't be any major plots mentioned so you can skip if you are not comfortable with mature scenes. Read at your discretion.]

A few minutes earlier…

Katherine sat on the bed with her back against the headboard while she stared at the bathroom door. Ever since Damien went inside to take a shower, she had been feeling guilty for being such a huge c.o.c.kblocker.

Bringing her knees up to her chest, she enveloped them in her arms as she thought about what she could do to make it up to him. It wasn't fair for Damien to suffer because of her. She found that it was ridiculous to think about it like that but in the end, she wanted to satisfy him even just a little — but how?

Katherine's thoughts brought her to a wild imagination, making her instantly blush at the image of Damien that flashed in her mind. 'I can't do that!' she yelled at herself. Her eyes s.h.i.+fted back to the bathroom door and as though she had x-ray vision, her intense gaze saw through the door… through the gla.s.s enclosure… and saw Damien all in his naked glory — wet and…

"How lewd, Katherine!" she exclaimed as she buried her face to her knees. It had only been a couple of minutes but she was already anxious just thinking about what was Damien doing inside. 'He's showering, of course! What are you thinking about — you dirty, dirty brain?!' 

Her perverted brain didn't exactly let her rest when she started thinking about Damien trying to relieve himself. "Oh G.o.d, please stop," she murmured onto both of her hands that were now covering her face. 'Wait… Actually no, don't let him stop. He should, at least, take care of himself… shouldn't he?'

Katherine's mind was all in shambles and it only made her feel hot and bothered. 'Oh, do not even think about it, Katherine! You don't deserve that after what you did earlier. Shame on you!'

She didn't really want him to stop earlier, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own and did not allow her to go further with him. 'You're a horrible girlfriend,' she scolded herself and flopped back onto the bed, curling into a ball like a fetus. 'Yes, and you know how fetuses are made?!' her brain just wouldn't let her rest.

The bathroom door was almost set on fire with the way Katherine was staring at it intensely. She swallowed and chewed on her bottom lip before she found the courage to roll out of bed, pick up his s.h.i.+rt and quickly put it on her then walked towards the bathroom.

With shaky hands, she reached for the k.n.o.b, turned it, and pushed it open. The bathroom was huge in that penthouse. There was a toilet on the right and a sink on the left — even the bathroom screamed luxury. 

But her eyes did not bother looking at anything else but the gla.s.s shower enclosure next to the huge bathtub. The gla.s.s enclosure was normally clear when the shower was not in use but when it was turned on, it made the gla.s.s opaque to give privacy. The water was running and she could make out Damien's figure inside.

"Katherine? What are you doing here?" she heard him say and she instantly froze on the spot. 'Yes, Katherine, what are you doing here?!'

"Damien…" was all that she could mutter. She almost choked at even just calling his name when all she could think about was his nakedness beyond that gla.s.s door.

Katherine didn't hear anything else from him and she thought that he must have been feeling weird that she suddenly barged in while he was in the shower without his permission.

'Come on, Kath… you can do this. He made you feel good earlier, didn't he? You could at least repay him with something.' She clenched her hands together.

The sound of the running water helped her calm down and she finally had the guts to open her mouth, "L-Let me… I... I want to help you."

Damien had to think for a few seconds before he could respond. "What do you mean?" Part of him obviously knew what she meant but he could no longer just a.s.sume that she was okay with everything that they were going to do — Consent was important to him.

"Earlier… if I hadn't stopped you…" Katherine balled her hands into fists. "I want to do something for you. I want to help."

"It's alright, Katherine, you don't have to... I'll be fine. I'm almost done and I'll be out in a minute, okay?"

'You are such a liar. How could you be okay? You're obviously rock hard and you haven't stopped thinking about her. How pathetic,' Damien mocked himself.

He saw her shadow inch closer and he almost wanted to forget his control and just grab her into the shower with him. But that wouldn't be right. No matter how much of a beast he actually was… he didn't think it was alright.

"I don't have to… but I want to. Let me." He heard her loud and clear. 'Sh*t,' he cursed when he ached some more.

After breathing out, Damien reached for the handle and pushed the gla.s.s door open. Just outside, he saw Katherine's flushed face — she was wearing his white s.h.i.+rt and he knew that underneath that was nothing but her underwear. He took a long glance at her, appreciating her shapely, long legs.

Katherine swallowed upon seeing him appear in his majestic form. He was dripping wet from the shower as drops of water continued to flow down his body.

'Don't look at it. Don't look at it,' she chanted to herself.

She looked at it.

Katherine couldn't be anymore redder than she was at that moment. Her gaze settled on his length for a few seconds and didn't know if his size was normal. Feeling nervous for staring, she s.h.i.+fted her stare back to his face and kept it there.

Damien reached his hand out to her and without any second thoughts, she placed her hand in his care and let him pull her inside. 

They faced each other and Damien hesitantly cupped her chin to draw her in for a kiss before he whispered, "You really don't have to."

She knew. But she was already there. 

Placing her hands on his chest, Katherine kissed him back and pressed herself to him, feeling his throbbing length poking her belly. "Show me," she breathed.

Damien pushed her back against the wall and he heard her soft moan when he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. He was suddenly feeling hungry and it was getting harder for him. He felt her hand sliding from his chest down to his abdomen and his hand flew to catch her wrist.

The s.h.i.+rt she was wearing was getting soaked, so Damien stripped her out of it, leaving her black lacey underwear on. Seeing her in front of him like that, his little buddy - which was not so little - just bobbed in appreciation.

Leaning forward, he captured her lips and kissed her softly. He held her hand in his, brought it to his erection and wrapped her hand around him, making him groan in satisfaction when he finally felt her delicate hand on him.

Katherine was initially afraid to touch it as she didn't know what to expect. When he put her hand on his shaft and taught her the right grip, she was surprised at how firm it was. He was warm, smooth and velvety under her hand and she was astonished at how hard he was. Damien was well endowed, making it slightly challenging for her to hold him. But he taught her to relax her hand.

Damien kissed the corner of her mouth and moved to her ear, kissing and nibbling while he whispered to her, "This is what you do to me, Katherine. You make me this hard."

With her other hand, she grabbed his shoulder and buried her face on his neck. "Slowly," he told her as he guided her hand to move up and down. She was amazed at how his skin moved every time she stroked him.

Damien let out small huffs and puffs next to her ear. He wanted to let her know that she was doing a great job by how excited and sensual he sounded. Her hand just felt too good, he didn't want her to stop. Eventually, Damien let go of her and allowed her to pleasure him on her own.

"Yes, just like that," he a.s.sured her before he dove to her mouth and kissed her fervently. His hands found her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he palmed the two in his hands and ma.s.saged them, rolling the nubs between his fingers while moaning and groaning into her mouth as he found the sweet sensation of what she was doing to him. Her hand was definitely better than his. 

"F*ck. You are so good," he hissed.

She was so turned on by how s.e.xy his noises were and how he felt in her hand that she moaned as well. She couldn't believe that she was responsible for his arousal. "Damien..." she breathed.

Without being told, Katherine slightly tightened her grip and increased her tempo and felt him stiffen, "Ah… Katherine…" Her mind was getting all muddled because of how erotic it was, especially when she felt him thrust himself in her hand, meeting her stroke.

"Baby, I'm coming~" she heard him groan just before she felt his release. His length throbbed and she didn't know if she should let go until she felt his hand over her, telling her to slowly stroke it until he was finally relieved.

Damien pressed his forehead against hers, the two of them panting after their intense workout. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks… jaw… and lips before he said, "Let's get you cleaned up." 

Katherine was spent. She never thought that 'helping him out' required that much strength. But after what they just did, she knew that she was never going to look at their relations.h.i.+p the same way ever again. And for what it was worth, she was glad she did that for him.