by K. L Mann
“It’s alright,” Gio shrugs. “So, what about that night? I thought you’d pass out as soon as you got into bed.”
“I wasn’t that drunk. I was barely tipsy by the time we got back to the house.” I roll my eyes and sigh. “But, no I didn’t fall asleep. I took a shower, and tried to forget that you weren’t in it with me. It felt so good just to wash my body, but all I could picture were your hands doing it for me.” Gio’s lower lip almost twitches, as I watch his reaction to my story. “When I got out of the hot water, the air was cold so every nerve at the top of my skin was tingling. I was so fucking wound up that I didn’t even dry off before I flipped off my lights and climbed into my bed. I slipped my hand down my stomach, slowly, like I always do; then I closed my eyes and drifted off into my imagination. The light from the hallway flickered into my room as you crept inside my door, shutting it quietly behind you. I gasped, trying to cover myself up as fast as I could. You told me not to stop, you said to keep going. I protested, and covered myself with my blankets, nervous for you to see my body. Your eyes flashed red, and you grinned in an evil way. You said that if I didn’t make myself come in the next two minutes, you’d hurt me. Shivers ran down my spine and I couldn’t help but slip my hand back down. You pulled the covers off of me, and watched me like I was a prey. My hand moved faster and I was literally throbbing but I couldn’t push myself over the edge. I wanted you to hurt me, but then you started talking again. You called me a slut for thinking about you while I rubbed my greedy little cunt. You told me to finger myself like a good whore would. I protested again, telling you to stop bossing me around. You told me that you were my boss. You said to call you daddy, so I would understand who's in charge and that if I didn’t listen, you’d punish me. I wanted to see your punishment but hearing your voice in my head, telling me to call you daddy pushed me over the edge. I came so fucking hard, and all I could moan was ‘thank you daddy.’ It was so easy to fall asleep after, like I just drifted off into paradise.”
When I finally finish telling the story, I realize that I closed my eyes to picture it. I open them, and see Gio watching me with a tight jaw. I know I’m wet because my pussy is literally aching for him now. I want him to do unspeakable things to me, I don’t care how angry I am with him. I want it now.
“How often do you touch yourself, Arianna?” Gio breaks the silence.
“Every fucking day, daddy.” I can’t help but say it; it feels like sugar on my tongue.
He smiles, licking his bottom lip subtly.
“Do you want to hear my story now?” He asks, knowing full well I want something else. He’s toying with me.
“Yes,” I breathe, biting my lip; teasing him back.
“When you came back from your first semester of college, it was like a fucking train hit me. I hadn’t seen you in so long, and it was easy to get distracted with work. But that Friday night when you came home, you threw yourself a party at Lucifer with Marco and his friends. Lorenzo and Luca were in New York but I stayed behind. I didn’t even know you were home until you strolled into the club wearing a ridiculously tight red dress. You guys didn’t come up to VIP though, you got drinks at the bar, and went straight to the dance floor. Even Marco went, which meant you’d guilted him into it. I watched you from the VIP balcony as you grinded your hips into some tall blonde girl. I had to make sure no guy laid a hand on you, so I couldn’t stop myself from watching. I watched you the whole entire night, aching to go downstairs and take you away. I wanted to take you into my office and fuck you senseless for dressing like that in my club. I wanted to make you scream for forgiveness loud enough for the bouncers to think I was killing you in there. You would glance up at me while I watched you, and you’d fucking grin like you knew what I was thinking. I wanted to spank you for that so badly, for wanting me as much as I wanted you.” Gio sighs, like he’s relieved to have gotten that off his chest.
“I was looking up at you, you looked so fucking hot. You always do in the club. It’s like you radiate power. Everyone knows who you are and I swear they’d bow down to you if you commanded it.” I can’t stop talking, even as the room heats up. “We could do it sometime, you know?” I hum, completely aroused by the idea of him pulling me off the dance floor to punish me. “You could swing me off of the dance floor and take me away. Make me suck your cock in the VIP longue as punishment for dressing like a fucking hooker, in your club.”
“I should fuck your mouth for using such foul language, baby girl.” Gio’s eyes are dark with lust and fury. “You’ve admitted having impure thoughts so casually, I might need to make you repent to cleanse that filthy little soul of yours.”
Fuck, the sin reference sounds so damn good coming from him. He’s always been hard to resist, but right now he's impossible to resist. I’m going to make him destroy me, whether or not he wants to. It’s not too soon; I’ve waited long enough.
“But I have so many other things to confess, daddy,” I pout, my lower lip plumping out, moving closer to him. “Like how I fingered my pussy, watching you in the gym one day. Or how I fantasized about you licking my clit when I would use my showerhead on myself. Or how when I got my bellybutton pierced, I couldn’t help but think about you biting at it; torturing me.” Quickly, I swing a leg over him, planting myself in his lap. His leg on the couch slides to the floor, allowing me to straddle him properly. “Or how many times I’ve thought about this.” I grin, moving my hips against him. I can feel how hard he is as I stink down lower. My dress hikes up and all that’s between us is my panties and his trousers. Our eyes meet and his breathing changes, stalling for a moment. I just keep grinding myself against him, trying not to moan when I hit the right place.
“I bet you could make yourself come just like that, couldn’t you? Just like humping a pillow, huh baby?” Gio teases, placing his hands on my hips; moving them with my pace.
“Yes.” I whimper, feeling the length of his hard cock, line up perfectly. “But better…” My legs sink down into the couch as far as they can, and my hips move faster. “Kiss me,” I rasp.
Gio grins, moving his hands down, flipping up my dress. “Ask properly, Arianna.”
“Please kiss me daddy,” I whimper. “I’m so close already.”
“Good girl, much better.” He smirks, watching my face as I moan even louder.
He wraps a tight grip around the back of my neck and pulls my face into his. His lips take over my mouth as his other hand gropes my ass tightly, forcing me to grind faster. Gio’s tongue forces my lips open and slips inside. He’s pushing me back and forth, making me grind harder against him.
It’s too good.
I’m throbbing, dying to explode.
“Daddy I’m so close, please don’t stop.” I pout, moaning and arching my back. My eyes slam shut, searching for my orgasm; begging it to take me over.
“Look at me when you come, Arianna. Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes.” He pulls my head back, encouraging my eyes to flip open. He’s watching me as I skate closer to my undoing. His gaze is magnetic, pulling me into him, into us.
God, he’s terrifyingly sexy.
“Oh fuck. Gio!” I cry out, losing control as the cords inside of me snap. It’s so damn hard to keep my eyes open, but I do it, shaking as pleasure passes through me.
He pulls my dress over my head, sliding it off of me effortlessly. When I blink, he’s flipped me beneath him as I continue to come down from my high. He pulls off my panties so fast that I gasp, and then he proceeds to stuff them into his front pocket. Overcome with a sense of urgency, I rush to unhook my bra and throw it away from me as soon as it comes unclasped.
Closing his lips over my breasts, Gio caresses the side of my face, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. “Say Mercy if you want me to stop Arianna. I won’t stop unless you do,” he warns, looking over my body.
I nod, breathlessly watching him unbutton his shirt. The effortless fashion in which he strips causes me to gape, drooling as I watch.
“Say it
, Arianna. Say you understand me. What’s the only word that will make me stop?”
“I’ll say mercy if I want you to stop daddy, I understand.”
Gio grins, lowering himself. “Good.”
He throws my legs around his shoulders and licks my pussy from my hole to my clit without warning. My hips squirm and my back arches inches off the leather sofa.
Sparks explode in my stomach, overwhelming sparks that almost hurt. “I just came, Gio,” I whine and my voice shakes. “It’s too sensitive, I can’t.”
“You can take it, because I say you can. Shut up, and come again for me, baby girl,” he growls, slipping a large finger inside of me. His tongue flickers in my folds before he nips at my clit. My heart races. Gripping the couch into my fists, bucking my hips against his face, my world spins.
Holy fuck.
“Oh my– goddamn,” I moan, feeling release creeping up on me again. “More, Gio,” I whimper. I want him to fuck me harder, faster. Fuck, I need more. “Please, please, more.”
“Careful what you wish for, baby,” he chuckles, slipping another finger inside of me roughly. He’s stretching me out with just his fucking fingers and his tongue is attacking me.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop, please, just like that daddy,” I pant, arching my back and rubbing my pussy against his mouth.
This orgasm hits even harder, rippling through me like a fucking hurricane. I pull my fist into my mouth to stifle my scream, it hurts when I bite it. It’s easy to ignore when my walls clench up. Over and over again they squeeze his fingers, his tongue slows as the storm calms.
His face is glistening with my juices as he looks up, giving me a cocky grin. “Again,” he commands, sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Gio! I can’t,” I hiss, trying to squiggle away from his hold.
His hands clap around my thighs and keep me in place, hopelessly trying to escape.
“You can and you will,” he grits through his teeth, pumping his fingers into me harder. “You wanted to come so badly, now you’ll do it until I say you're done.”
Oh my God, it’s building in me already. Holy fucking shit, I’m going to come again.
“I can’t take your tongue anymore,” I moan, throwing my head back. “I want your cock, Gio. I want all of you, please!”
“Baby girl, if you don’t stop complaining, I’ll bite your clit so hard that the whole of Italy will hear you scream,” he nips at me, licking deeper and harder each time his tongue flicks. “I’ve waited years to have you on your back, coming all over my tongue and I’m not fucking finished yet.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant.
“You’re about to come again, I can feel it. Don’t fight it baby, lose control, let me taste you again.” He sucks on my clit, scraping it with his teeth. His fingers rub against the walls of my cunt, brushing up against the spot that makes me crazy.
That fucking does it, that chucks me off the cliff so far that there is no coming back. I thrash and scream under him, feeling wetness gush around his fingers inside of me uncontrollably.
“You’re so fucking precious, squirming like a sensitive little slut for me.” Gio throws my legs off of his shoulders and grabs me by my throat. He slams my lips into his, making me taste my juices on his mouth. “You taste that?” he hums. “Delicious, aren't you?”
“Please put your cock in me, daddy, I’m so bad at being patient. You’re killing me,” I whimper.
“Beg some more baby,” he grins, squeezing my neck tighter. “Maybe you’ll convince me to stop consuming you with my mouth, but I’m still craving it, so you better be very fucking desperate in your plight.”
“Please, fuck, please!” I gasp, trying to breathe through his soft choke. “Please, daddy. I’ll be so fucking good. I need you. Please, please, please.”
“I knew Luca would teach you how to beg properly,” he pops my mouth open with his thumb, guiding me to sucking on it. “How fucking nice of him.”
I whimper around his thumb and his other hand attacks my nipples with pinches. My back arches and my eyes roll back as he tortures me some more. I swear I feel tears falling down my cheeks.
Gio chuckles, unbuckling his belt. “You’re still on the implant?”
“Yes,” I breathe, watching his every move.
I don’t know why he knows that but I don’t care.
“You’re sure about this?” He double checks, pulling down his zipper slower than molasses.
“What’s the opposite of mercy? Because I’ll say it,” I rasp, keeping my eyes on his hands.
“Ruthlessness,” he grins. “Surely a college educated woman like yourself should know that.”
“Ruthlessness,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip.
Gio grins, letting his pants hit the floor. He watches my eyes shamelessly take him all in. He’s huge just like Luca and my mouth is literally watering. Watering for him.
Fuck, he’s even better than I imagined. The tan, the thigh tattoo… his cock.
He smirks, picking up one of my feet, kissing down my ankle. “Tell me how you want it, baby girl. You can decide, this time,” he says, biting my leg lightly. I shiver and my mind goes wild with the possibilities.
“I wanna be on top,” I murmur, blushing at the idea of riding him. “But I want you to help me, make me go faster and what not,” I whisper, feeling him let my foot go.
Gio lifts me up swiftly and swings me around his waist, sitting down on the couch. He pulls my neck on to his mouth, nipping at my skin making me cry out. He bites like he’s trying to rip into my flesh, like a goddamn monster.
“Fuck,” I wince as his other hand smacks against my ass.
“Luca’s been taking it easy on you,” He murmurs, biting my neck harder. “Don’t expect me to do the same, beautiful.” He grins, planting a hard kiss on my lips, making me shutter.
Gio roughly lines himself up beneath me and pushes my hips down. He slides into my pussy, stretching my walls around his throbbing cock. Both of his hands grip tightly on my ass and he pulls one of my tits into his mouth, licking at biting it slowly.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he grits through his teeth, before returning to sucking.
“Holy shit,” I moan, bouncing up and down on his length, slowly trying to pick up my pace. “It feels so good,” I moan out, trying to make myself go deeper.
“What feels good, baby girl?” Gio smirks, using his grip to slam into me harder.
“Fuck!” I yell, feeling it too deep.
He’s making my hips move at his pace and still brutally moving against me. My clit brushes against his torso with every thrust he makes.
“What feels good, Arianna? Tell me or I’ll take you over my knee,” he threatens, forcing my pace to catch up. He’s thrusting into me faster than I can keep up with.
“You!” I gasp. “Your cock fucking me. It feels so fucking good,” I whimper, chasing a sensation I never want to end.
“Where is my cock right now, Arianna?” He smacks my ass, grunting as his lethal attack continues.
“Gio!” I complain, “stop asking questions, I can’t focus, please!”
One of his hands leaves my ass and clasps around my neck instead.
“Where is it?” He groans, scaring me with his eye contact. “Where is my cock right now, Arianna?”
“In my pussy,” I whisper roughly, so fucking close to coming all over his thick cock. “Please, Gio,” I moan, pressing my lips into his. His grip on my throat loosens and his hand moves back to my hip.
“Gonna leave so many pretty bruises on you,” he rasps, biting my neck in the place he’s been favoring. “Gonna mark you all the fucking time, baby. Come for me,” he moans, grinning at me. “I need to feel you fall apart on my dick, baby girl. Need to feel those walls flutter as you snap. Show me how good it feels to have your soaking wet, snug little cunt wrapped around me.”
Mother of God.
“Yes, daddy,” I call out, grinding my hips into his thrusts. Heat cou
rses through my veins, my pussy clenches on him, squeezing him rapidly as my cum pours out of me.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “So fucking good.”
“Come in me, please,” I beg, exhaustively wrapping my arms around his neck. My tits press against him, as he continues to fuck me, chasing his own release. “Fill me up, I want it so bad, Gio.”
“You want me to come in your dripping little cunt, Arianna?” he rasps, gripping my ass tighter in his hands.
“Please!” I scream, overwhelmed with the tension in my stomach.
Gio moans deep in his throat, shooting his cum into me, rocking me on to him as he does. His pace slows until it finally ends. I rest my head on his chest and slump into him. His heartbeat is fast and echoes in my head while my ear is against his skin.
“I don’t want to get up.” I pout, shifting so that his cock falls out of me.
“So don’t,” he offers, running a hand through my hair.
“I have to pee though,” I admit with a fake sigh. “And, I’m even more mad at you now,” I declare, standing up to find my dress.
Gio huffs, standing up too. “What did I do wrong, now?”
“We had mind blowing sex,” I grimace, finding it and throwing it on quickly.
“That’s a reason to be mad at me?” He raises an eyebrow, stepping back into his pants.
“We could have been doing that for two years now!” I hiss, hitting his stomach not so playfully. “Makes all the waiting seem a bit redundant when you end up fucking me anyway, doesn’t it?” I huff, making my way to the door, muttering curses under my breath. “Stubborn asshole, making me wait. Rejecting me, making me feel like a kid for two years then fucking me senseless. Dickhead,” I spew more insults under my breath, making my way to the hall bathroom.
I think I hear Gio laughing, making his way to the kitchen.
That was…
That was ridiculously intense. How the fuck am I going to look at him now? It was better than any of my fantasies, because it was real. I felt his hands on me and fuck was it electric.
I’ve officially become a new person. I was a virgin last week, pining over a man who wouldn’t give in to me. Now I have two? This is either really good, or really fucking bad for me. Eventually I’ll have to choose, won’t I?
