I Wasn't Horny Until He Touched Me
Copyright© 2025 by TM Yomide
Chapter 9. This Is Good
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9. This Is Good - He made me feel like a slut, then he said; "You didn't tell the cops anything, did you?" I nod negatively, still looking everywhere but his face. "Is this why you were looking at me like that earlier? You were aroused?" He asked, and I nodded again. "Want me to fuck your brains out?" He said it almost mischievously
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What is life without a little risk? What is risk without a little trust and faith?
Those are the words in my mind when I subconsciously turned to Damien. And to my surprise, he isn’t looking at me with pleading eyes.
If anything, I feel like he’s encouraging me to save myself.
But ... I know this is a very stupid and very stereotypical thing to say. But no one else can fuck me like Damien does. And what’s life going to be like if all I can feel is the ghost of his dick?
‘Besides,’ I thought to myself, looking at Damien’s eyes, ‘He told me to trust him.’
“No,” I said out loud without breaking eye contact with Damien. He closed his eyes as if in relief. Silco scoffed softly, but my eyes remained on Damien.
Mostly because I’m afraid I’ll get selfish if I take my eyes off him.
“Like I said,” Silco said, “it doesn’t really matter.”
>>< Gunshot...! ><<
I expected to see Damien’s brain splatter all over the floor or something, but another gunshot quickly followed. Then another. And then another.
Then I heard the noise of glass and wood getting smashed apart. Followed by an eruption of gunfire that swallowed every sound in ... well, everywhere. And almost immediately, shouts of dying men ripped through the rapid bang-bang bang-bang of pistols and hand guns.
Heck, I was so sure I was already dead, and that’s why I couldn’t feel or see anything. I didn’t realize I had instinctively thrown myself to the floor as soon as the shooting started.
Just like Damien said.
Then I opened my eyes in time to see Damien’s hand coming straight for my cheek in an awkward arc. The slap hurt, and it snapped me into full consciousness.
He said something, but the gunfire and yells of death swallowed his voice.
Damien started crawling at an insane speed.
Slithering through the floor like a serpent and going straight for the front door. That’s when I realized he had a plan after all.
I quickly followed, scrambling after him in desperation for survival. But he was too fast. And calling after him was a waste of strength.
I didn’t even know when I started crying as I crawled with all my might. Still, I couldn’t catch up.
But then I felt a grip on my ankle. I looked back to see...
‘How the heck did he get behind me?’ I thought, looking at Damien’s worried look.
“Wrong way, come on,” He said, already heading in the direction of the kitchen.
I followed suit, forgetting about the sting in my elbows, the bullets flying overhead with frightening shots. I just kept my eyes on Damien, and in no time, we were out the back door.
I didn’t get up. Not with the raging gunfire echoing in my ears. Not with the constant ‘I’m gonna die’ mantra in my head.
I didn’t even get up when Damien jumped to his feet and started running.
“Wait!” I cried, crawling as fast as I could without care for the stones and thorns tearing at my skin.
“Stella,” Damien snapped, “Get the fuck up and run.”
“I ... I can’t,”
“Come on,” He groaned.
Damien came over and picked me up. And to my surprise, we didn’t get shot or something.
He grabbed my wrist and damn, he moves fast.
I could barely keep up with his longer legs. But I didn’t complain, I let him drag me with him as he dashed for the boathouse by the lakeside.
“Get in the boat,” Damien said.
I didn’t waste a bit to climb into the rowboat as Damien untied it. He pushed it out of the boathouse, and two minutes later, he was rowing us to the opposite side of the lake. I didn’t even notice that the gunfight in the cabin had stopped, until;
“DAMIEN!”
Ms Deet’s voice boomed from the boathouse. And even though we’re too far out to see her face, I can tell she’s more furious.
Damien stopped rowing for a second and looked back.
“Fuck,” He said and then continued rowing away.
Gunshots suddenly cracked like thunder, and I instinctively threw myself to the boat floor.
“Don’t worry,” Damien said softly,
“We are out of range,” he said with a sigh, as he stopped rowing again. “We are safe for now.”
I sat up, and fresh tears flowed down my cheeks. I can’t believe we made it, I can’t believe we survived it.
But now;
“What are we going to do now?” I asked, hugging myself and trying to stop the tears of relief that just kept flowing.
Damien sighed,
“Why didn’t you take Silco’s offer?” He said, and I sighed. I know my answer is a stupid one, but at least I know our situation is not ideal for him to laugh at me.
“No one has ever fucked me like you do,” I said and boy was I wrong.
Damien went into a mild chuckle that quickly turned into a peal of laughter that made me blush.
“What?”
“Well, I thought you were going to say something stupid like you can’t live without me or something.”