Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

June 18th

"What's with the flowers?" Katherine had her smile reaching her ears as she brought the bouquet close to her nose and inhaled the fragrance of the soft-colored flowers. 

It was a Monday, and she and Damien ended their work on time to go somewhere only Damien knew where. When she got inside his car, there was a bouquet sitting on the passenger's seat waiting for her.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, glancing at her with a smile on his face before focusing his attention back on the road.

"Of course, I do. Thank you..." She touched the petals of the flowers and thought about that night a month ago when she admitted her feelings to him. Where did all the time go? The days went by so fast. "I didn't get you anything though…" She bit her lip. Katherine meant to buy him something but what could she possibly get for a billionaire that he couldn't buy for himself? 

Hearing her words, Damien reached and grabbed a hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers together as he replied, "You don't have to give me anything. As long as you stay by my side, I'm already content." 

"You are so cheesy, Mr. Park," Katherine softly chuckled. She didn't expect Damien to be so sentimental about things like this. But then again, he had continued to exceed her expectations in their relationship as he was nothing but very caring and sweet towards her.

Damien laughed with her, bringing the back of her hand to his lips and kissing it. "You're not hungry yet, are you?"

She shook her head. "Why?"

"Good. We need to stop by somewhere before we head to dinner."

And that's how Katherine ended up in West Bespoke Tailor feeling nervous because she couldn't see anything, what with the soft blindfold on her eyes. What is Damien up to this time?

Just twenty minutes earlier, they entered Mr. West's shop and Katherine first thought that they were there for Damien's tailored suit but that was when she began to feel uneasy about what her man was planning. The Charity Gala was five days away and the thought of what Damien told her before she was shoved inside the dressing room made her tense up:

"Close your eyes," he said, in which Katherine hesitantly complied. Then, she felt a soft material touch over her eyelids and felt him tying it securely at the back of her head.

"Why am I blindfolded?" she wondered aloud.

"Because I can't let you see the dress yet."

"How will I know that I will like the dress if I don't get to see it on me?"

"You'll just have to trust me on this, Kitten," he told her before letting her go.

Ava was the one who assisted her in changing into her gown after asking if it was okay for her, after all, she was blindfolded.

Since it wasn't the first time that she met Ava, and the lady had been very nice to her, she gave her the go signal. And thus, Ava helped her out of her clothes and guided her into wearing the gown. 

Since Katherine couldn't see anything, her other senses were heightened. The moment the garment touched her skin, she felt that it was a little strange and thought that it was because she couldn't see what was on her. But there was really nothing extremely odd about the dress — it was just that… the feel of the material on her skin was all that she could focus on. She wanted to see it so badly but there was nothing she could do at the moment.

Ava asked her not to move around so much so she could fit the dress on her body as perfectly as she could, which was why Katherine remained still and allowed her to do her work.

"Is it okay, Ms. Miller? Are you comfortable?" Ava asked.

"Ah… Yes. It's a little heavier than I expected but I can manage… I think…" Katherine replied.

"I'm almost done. Give me five more minutes." Ava said as she tied Katherine's hair up.

Soon, Katherine was guided out of the dressing room and was brought back to where Damien waited for her.

"Please take one step up, Ms. Miller," Ava said as she held both of Katherine's hands and pulled her slowly up the platform.

Damien gave her a thorough look from head to toe without saying anything as though he was seriously considering something before he quietly conversed with Mr. West who was standing next to him.

Katherine could sense that Damien was in the same room as her but she couldn't clearly hear what they were talking about from a distance. She continued to stand still though she was starting to feel conscious as she felt like there were a dozen pairs of eyes that were staring at her.

Damien waved his hand and the rest of the people left the room, closing the door to give the two of them some privacy.

He approached Katherine and saw her chest heaving up and down. He realized that she was feeling anxious so he carefully held her hand and raised it to his lips. "Calm down, Katherine."

She slightly flinched as though she wanted to retract her hand away from him, concerned that other people were watching them.

"Don't worry, it's only you and me here," he assured and noticed her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Can I take the blindfold off now?" Katherine turned her head to the side where he was standing. 

"No. You're not allowed to see it until Saturday. Don't worry… you look…. exquisitely beautiful." Damien appreciated the view in front of him and saw the pout on her lips, making him grin.

"Do you really want to know how you look like right now?" he asked and she nodded.

He moved until he was standing behind her and Katherine could sense where he was as Damien was still holding her hand. 

"I'll help you… but you can't take your blindfold off." The devilishly handsome smile formed on his face.

Katherine tilted her head like she was questioning what he meant until she felt his hand let go of hers. She slightly panicked but she sucked in air when she felt his hands land on the part where her neck and shoulders are connected. 

Damien's large hands were warm on her skin. It stayed there for a few seconds and then she heard him say, "Don't think about anything else but the feel of my touch, Katherine." She swallowed.

His hands then slowly slid towards her shoulders with light squeezes as if he was massaging the knots on her shoulders, making her feel relaxed.

What she didn't expect was the sudden touch of his lips on the skin where his left hand trailed — kissing his way from her neck to her shoulder. 

She subconsciously gripped the soft fabric on the skirt of her gown and clenched her thighs together. What the hell was this man doing to her at this time? At a place like this? 

"Concentrate, Katherine. I thought you wanted to know how your gown looks like? Focus on where you could feel my hands and where you couldn't." He whispered in a low voice to her ear.

'Are you kidding me? How can I concentrate if your lips are trying to disturb my– Oh, god…' her thoughts were in a mush.

Damien's hands were now slowly moving down her back, his fingers trailing the outline of her dress. Katherine could imagine how her back looked like but the damn sensual sensation of him touching her while she was blindfolded was such an agonizing yet exciting feeling.

How can he make anything so unexpectedly sexy?!

He was having the time of his life seeing her reaction through their reflection in the mirror. "Do you want to know how the front of your gown looks like?" He asked as he slowly slid his hands from her upper arm down to her hands.

Katherine did not respond and was silently anticipating when Damien held her hands and brought them to her hips. She could feel the soft fabric on her skirt along with some sort of beads. 

"Relax, Katherine," Damien told her just as he started to slowly move her hands upward.

Her heart began to race when her hands trailed along so many beads underneath her hands until they skimmed on the front of her breasts, feeling the combination of soft cloth, tiny beads, lace and her own skin in the middle of her chest.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered in a raspy voice, his breath brushing against her ear, making her blush.

"Damien…" she breathed. 

Seeing her reaction, he felt so proud knowing he had this effect on her. 

Damien lowered their hands to the side before he placed a kiss on her cheek. He enjoyed teasing her but he realized it was probably torturous for her, so he decided to stop. 

"Now can you imagine how it looks like?" 

Katherine could only nod. Good thing his hands were still on her waist, holding her in place — or she might have already fallen down.

"Damien…"

"Yes?" he answered and stared at her through the mirror.

Slightly squeezing his hand, she threatened, "I will get back at you for this."

Damien silently chuckled. 'I'll be waiting, Kitten.'