She leaned in and whispered, “Well, some people were just shocked. I think others were seriously ready to come in their pants after you slapped him one. If only Jeffrey had been here. I think he probably would have. He’s always liked you.” Pausing to giggle for a moment, she then carried on. “Well, anyway, Luca dragged that Antonio outside for a few moments, came back in looking like a bull about to charge, and then he stormed up the stairs to your room. Soon after, a lot of people wanted to get on with the reason why they were here in the first place. Lots of people disappeared after that. Despite the interference, the night was very successful.”
I smiled. “Good.”
“Which reminds me of why I’m here. Is it business as usual tonight? The phones have been ringing practically non-stop all morning.”
I felt so guilty all of a sudden. People were so used to me just being around to sort everything out. I was being selfish. “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with it all yourself.”
“It’s not a problem, baby. You know that. I’m glad to help.” I saw the sincerity in her eyes, and it made my heart flutter.
“Yes, business as usual tonight. I’ll come down in a minute and deal with some of the phone calls.”
She looked towards the kitchen. “I’m not sure Luca will be pleased with that.”
I looked with her. “He can be as pleased or displeased as he wants; I’m not going to pander to his needs simply because he snaps his fingers every five minutes.”
Belinda looked about ready to burst. “My God, having you two around is going to be fun. Do you think you could slap him one again tonight? I think a lot of people wished it had been them you had smacked. Even I thought it was hot. You both look at each other like you want to fuck each other and pull each other’s hair out at the same time.”
I giggled. “Talking of which, shall we head out now?” I was feeling naughty all of a sudden.
“What? Like that?” She pointed to my attire.
“Yes and why not?”
Belinda burst into a fit of giggles. It suddenly felt like we were being very naughty children.
“Come on, let’s sneak out now. Luca’s probably making breakfast, so he won’t notice for a while.”
Very quietly sneaking out the door, Belinda and I scurried our way down to my office. We waved at Tony, and he didn’t seem to know where to look. Poor boy.
Once inside, I released a long, deep breath, and then the laughter erupted again.
As the laughter stopped, Belinda started talking. “You know Jeffrey wants to come tonight.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”
I sighed. “Yes, I do. I think I will have to figure something out on that front. Luca doesn’t seem to want to let me out of his sight.” I paused for a moment, thinking. “I have an idea. Once you give me the list of names of who was calling, would you mind dealing with some if I dealt with the others?”
Belinda’s face brightened. “Sure! I would love to.” Then, frowning a little, she asked, “What’s brought this on?”
“I think it’s time I accepted help. I can trust you. I always have. I just don’t like to relinquish control.”
Squeezing my arm, she gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’m always here for you, baby. You know that.”
Realising she always had been, I found myself blurting something I never thought I would. “How would you like to become Manager?”
She seemed startled and looked away deep in thought. “You kind of are already anyway, but we could make it official. I’d give you a pay raise, and if you wanted, you could give up your client list… If not, you could at least shorten the list a bit. That way, you wouldn’t have too much responsibility on your shoulders.”
I thought for a moment she was going to turn me down, but then the shock on her face soon turned into a big, beaming smile. “I would love to. I won’t give up my clients completely because I actually enjoy that side of work. I always enjoy doing this with you, though.”
“I know; that’s why I thought I’d ask. Consider it done then.”
After a considerable amount of squealing, Belinda went through the lists of people who wanted to enquire about tonight. Deciding to just go with the flow, we each in turn phoned them to let them know they were welcome at any time. My girls could then decide who they wanted to play with.
I was about three quarters of the way through my list when I heard a commotion outside. All I heard was, “Where is she?” before he came barging into my office like the bull he always was.
He spotted me in my seat and then my lack of attire. I swear I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears; he looked so mad.
“What are you doing down here dressed like that?”
I put my finger to my mouth and smiled. “I see you’re still shirtless.”
“It doesn’t fucking matter what I wear; it’s you who can’t go round looking like that.”
Abruptly, I stood to attention letting my anger rise. “Don’t you fucking tell me what to do, arsehole.”
Clenching his fists, Luca looked as though he was about to charge. “Don’t make me come round there.”
I looked over his shoulder and found Belinda smiling away. She was obviously highly amused by us. Possibly even turned on.
Staring back towards Luca’s heated eyes, I stood my ground. “I’m not going anywhere. Why don’t you go back upstairs and make us some breakfast? I’ll be up in a minute, darling.”
The sarcasm in my voice had Belinda bellowing again. It was like waving a red flag in front of the ever-increasingly crazed bull.
I thought he was going to shout back, but oh no. Instead, he marched around to my side of the desk towards me. I took that opportunity and ran around the other side.
Belinda darted out of my way as quickly as possible, and I was off, sprinting for the stairs.
“Clara, come back here!” Luca was shouting from not far behind. He didn’t scare me, though. In fact, I was having fun.
I saw Alessandro in the hallway downstairs along with some of the others. “Good morning, Miss Murphy.”
“Good morning,” I said breathlessly.
“Alessandro, stop her!” Luca shouted.
Alessandro, as instructed made his play to grab me, but all of a sudden Luca growled. “No, get away from her. Don’t fucking touch her!”
Conflicted, Alessandro dropped his hands, but felt obliged to stand in my way. Every time I darted, so did he. With a smirk on my face, I said, “Alessandro, you better get out of my way.”
I could tell he was watching Luca leisurely walking down the stairs. This was definitely Luca’s downfall. He never seemed to rush for anything. He thought I was now under control, but he had another thing coming.
Before any of them could register what was happening, I unhooked my silk gown and showed Alessandro—and anyone else who was watching—my assets.
Alessandro’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, and I knew then I would be able to carry on my journey.
“Fuck, Clara. What the fuck are you doing? Alessandro, stop fucking staring at her!” Luca’s growling was escalating around the hallway, and I knew that once he caught me I was going to be in big trouble. “Clara, don’t you dare fucking run away from me!” I puffed a sarcastic laugh, winked at Alessandro, and then bolted. “Get back here right now. Don’t fucking make me run after you.”
Too late, I was out of the hallway and running through the kitchens. “Hey, Tony. Hey, Samantha.”
“Hey yourself. What you doing in here like that? And why are you all out of breath? Does it have anything to do with that ruckus outside?” It would seem that everyone had gotten used to Luca’s presence.
I smiled and was about to answer when Luca barged through the door. For a split second, I almost lost it. He looked fucking hot, but he was even more so when he was angry.
“Sorry, guys. I’ve gotta split!” After grabbing a grape from the counter and giving yet anothe
r wink, I was off, leaving behind a trail of laughter from Samantha and Tony, and a, “Stop fucking laughing,” from Luca. Miserable fart. He had no sense of adventure.
Swinging myself through another door, I ran like the wind down the corridor and out through one of the back exits to the hallway. I took a peak outside but I couldn’t see anyone. In fact, I couldn’t see anyone behind me. All seemed a little too quiet. Where was Luca?
I didn’t know quite what to do. I didn’t have a particular place to go or hide; I had just gone with the flow and bolted without thinking.
Knowing I couldn’t possibly stay like this for much longer, I swung the door open into the packed hallway and went running for the stairs.
Everyone was watching and smiling as I ran past them all, winking as I went. I was actually by the stairs, and I went to place one foot on the first step when I felt a pair of all-too-familiar arms from behind me.
“I’ve got you now, you piece of work.” Luca hauled me over his shoulder and proceeded up the stairs.
“Put me down,” I protested. That just awarded me a swift spank on the bottom.
I looked down to the crowd and saw Belinda, Samantha, and Melinda smiling from ear to ear. “Help me,” I pleaded with them. They just smiled and waved at me. “Traitors!”
“Don’t worry, Clara. I’ll sort out the rest of that list!” Belinda shouted.
“You’ll be sorting out more than a list the next time I see you!”
Just before we disappeared from sight, I saw a very disappointed Rachael shaking her head from side to side. I would have to have words with her at some point.
“Luca, for fucks sake, stop being all cavemanish, and put me down!”
As soon as we were inside the room, that’s exactly what he did, but not before pinning me up against the wall. “You ever fucking do that again, and I swear I will rip Alessandro’s eyes out. Do you hear me?”
Still feeling playful, I stuck my tongue out at him. Luca just closed his eyes and shook his head. “How many fucking times do I need to remind you?”
“I have work to do.” Trying to duck under his arm for a getaway, Luca gripped me.
“Where the fuck…” Luca untied my strings and let the gown fall open, exposing my heaving breasts. “—do you think you’re going?” Luca stared at my breasts hungrily, and I felt my knees buckle.
Realising I was quickly losing resilience, I took a deep breath. “You can’t tell me what to do. I still have a business to run.”
“Yes—a business that is being taken care of in your absence. You’re not needed for now. Besides, you are my fucking business, and when I tell you not to run, you don’t fucking run, Capisce?”
Shaking my head and smiling, I said, “No-ah. I no Capisce, Luca. I don’t want to do-ah what you want me to do. I am not a child-ah.” I smirked at my impression of an Italian accent. I think I even saw a hint of a smile in Luca. It wasn’t long before the heated, stern look in his eye was back.
“Stop jerking around. It’s not funny. You went downstairs in that fucking gown when I specifically told you not to. Not only that, but most of my fucking men now know what you look like naked. Especially Alessandro! I’m going to have to sack them all and bring some new guys in. Blind ones!”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I should have been angry, but Luca’s overly-possessive jealous streak was somehow highly amusing.
“Stop laughing.” Luca grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed. I threw my head back and I moaned in pleasure.
Leaning down towards my nipples and suckling them, Luca said, “You. Do. As. You’re. Fucking. Told!”
Knowing full well he was trying to get me to relent, I held on to as much composure as I could muster. “No,” I whispered, but it was a token effort.
Rising up, Luca grabbed the back of my head and pulled me possessively to his mouth. Soon, his tongue was exploring with mine, causing us both to moan and writhe in pleasure.
Placing a finger inside me, he grunted. “You will never disobey me like that again. Do you hear me?” All I did was moan and let my body ride the waves of pleasure.
When he didn’t get an answer, he grabbed one of my breasts and flicked his thumb over my nipple. “Clara, do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I shouted without thinking. God I hated this man. How dare he make me say these things under his sweet brand of Luca torture? All he had to do was touch me, and I was gone.
Picking me up, Luca carried me towards the dining table and rid me of my robe. It wasn’t long before Luca had his trousers off, and before I knew it, he was possessing me with that mouth again. Longing to feel him, I grabbed his cock and stroked along his shaft. Pretty soon, Luca had a grip of my arm. “I tell you when you can touch me.”
Searing heat from his eyes melted my whole body as I quivered. Not wanting to let him get away with his stern words, I hit him… I smacked him right across the face.
Luca growled and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped. “You hit me like that again, and I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight.” Thrusting himself inside me again, he grabbed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked.
I moaned, throwing my head back. Moving fast, Luca started his torrent of words. “You’re mine, and no one else’s. No one gets to see this body but me. Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I screamed, unable to hide my desire.
With each thrust, Luca’s words were sounding more and more heated and strained. “No one gets to taste you, no one gets to kiss you, and no one gets to even look at you but me. Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I screamed again as he pounded and pounded into me against the dining table. I thought I was going to pass out soon; the intensity of what he was doing was too all-consuming.
“Am I refreshing your memory, Clara? Are you getting a good fucking recollection of what I’m trying to say?”
“Yes!”
“Do you like me reminding you of whom you belong to? Do you like me fucking you hard until you can’t stand it anymore?”
“Yes. Oh fuck, yes!”
Manoeuvring his hand down, he lightly pinched my clit. I cried out in pure, unadulterated bliss. “Luca!”
“Do you like it when I make you come so hard your body feels like it’s going to explode?”
“Yes!”
Picking up his pace, Luca shouted, “Who do you belong to, Clara? Who?”
“You, Luca! I fucking belong to you!”
Not knowing whether I would be able to stand the pressure anymore, I was suddenly there. Luca could feel it too as his pace grew even quicker and harsher. The more he pounded into me, the more violent the build-up became. I was at the very tip of my orgasm, and I knew it was going to be like no other before it.
Squeezing my nipple, Luca shouted, “Now, Clara. Now!”
I did as I was told and screamed his name over and over again. The orgasm was rippling through every nook and cranny of my body. It was humming so violently that I couldn’t hear a sound other than the beating of my heart and the trembling of my core. I was riding the most magnificent and glorious wave I had ever experienced, and Luca was almost there, riding along with me.
The orgasm just went on and on as his pounding grew even fiercer. He was close, ever so close to joining me high on that wave. “Luca!” I shouted, and that was it for him. He exploded inside me, releasing himself over and over again.
Panting and finally spent, Luca pulled me into his arms and cradled me there for a while. I suddenly had this feeling this immense pressure weighing down on me, and before I knew it, the floodgates open.
Sensing my tears, Luca pulled away. “Amore mio, what’s wrong?”
“I have no fucking clue,” I laughed. What was wrong with me?
Luca smiled and stroked my hair. “Was your orgasm that good?”
“I’m crying because I had an orgasm?” I had never experienced anything like that before.
“It’s normal.”
“Is it?” I said, blubbering some more.
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Luca laughed. “Yes, of course. Sex—as long as it’s with the right person—can be a very emotional and moving experience. They’re not tears of sadness, Clara. Enjoy the moment.”
“I hate crying,” I sighed.
“But you don’t feel unhappy—do you?”
I smiled. “No, of course not. Every time we’re together, it’s perfect. Well, apart from when you’re trying to tell me what to do.”
Luca smiled and whisked me up in his arms before placing me on the bed. “You, amore mio, are like a thorn in my side when you misbehave.”
I smiled sweetly and spanked his bottom. “And you, Luca Belatoni, are a pain in the arse.”
Luca’s eyes widened in shock. “Did you just spank me?”
“I believe I did.” I couldn’t help the cheeky grin.
“Oh boy,” Luca said, shaking his head. “You’re going to need lots of boosters today, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes! And, Luca?”
“Yes?” His voice was a growled whisper.
“Speak to me in Italian!”
“Ah. You like that, do you?”
“Oh yes!”
In-between sucking and nibbling at my nipples, Luca began, “Tempo non mi parea da far riparo contra colpi d'Amor: però m'andai secur, senza sospetto; onde i miei guai nel commune dolor s'incominciaro.”
“Oh God, carry on.” He did as asked and between his licking and suckling, he continued his onslaught.
Sliding his hand down towards my clit, he gently rubbed around the nub and placed a finger inside of me. That, along with those sweet words was going to have me exploding again. He might be telling me animals make their young have a bowel movement for all I knew, but fuck me it sounded like the words of sex to me. It all did.
“Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato et aperta la via per gli occhi al core, che di lagrime son fatti uscio et varco.”
That was it for me; I was coming, and I didn’t care if it was all happening too quickly. As if sensing my impending orgasm, Luca sped up the movement of his fingers and gently suckled some more on my nipple. It was bliss. Pure and simple.
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