Lukas

by Josephine Jade

  He grinned as he heard the muffled sound of disbelief fall from her lips. She really didn’t know, but it would be such a pleasure to teach her over time.

  He moved his finger from her ass and lined up the plug, pushing a tiny bit of the tip into her well-lubed hole.

  Her entire body stiffened.

  He eased it back out, then in again, just the most narrow part of the tip.

  “I don’t like this. It feels weird.”

  “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

  He grabbed an ass cheek with one hand, spreading her, and heard her small gasp, knowing she felt exposed. Which was exactly what she needed.

  “Reach back here with your hands and hold your ass cheeks open so I can fuck you good and well with the plug.”

  Her breathing immediately became laborious. He smiled, glad she couldn’t see his face.

  “Wh-what?”

  He reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair, lifting her head. “Your ass is going to get fucked with this plug. You have no say in that. You will take it, princess. Now reach back and hold your cheeks open.”

  He lowered her head back to the couch as she obeyed, grasping her ass and pulling it wide. God, just when he’d thought she couldn’t get any fucking sexier.

  “I was wrong,” he ground out. “That right there is what my fantasies are made of.”

  Putting the tip of the plug back at her sexy little asshole, he reached down under her, trailing his finger up and down her slit. Wet. As if he’d had any doubt she would be. He slipped his finger in her and began pumping, taking a moment here and there to circle around her clit.

  When she started pushing against his hand, her breaths now coming out in much louder pants, he pushed the plug further in her ass.

  “Oh, my God.”

  “That’s right, princess. Let’s get that ass fucked.” He removed his fingers from her pussy, ignoring her moan of protest, and began working the plug in deeper. “Open for it, Reina. Bear back against it.”

  “I can’t. It’s too big.”

  It wasn’t, barely wider than two of his fingers at the widest part, and not much longer. She’d learn to take much, much larger. She’d learn to take his cock. But right now, he was sure it felt enormous to her.

  He slapped her ass, hard. “Bear down on it now.”

  She did, breathing hard and sobbing, and it slid in the rest of the way, the large ring keeping it in place, a tiny handle on the other end. She collapsed against the couch. Her hips grinding against the pillow.

  “Good girl.” He didn’t let her really adjust to the plug, just began playing with her clit with one hand while moving the plug back and forth with the other. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Ready to admit that yet?”

  “No.” She shook her head against the couch cushion, her hands still on her ass. “It feels weird, not good.”

  “I think I’m going to make you come every time you lie about that, Reina.” He began moving both hands in the same rhythm, driving his fingers in and out of her wet folds at the same time working the plug in and out of her ass.

  When she was nearly mindless, hips jerking towards his hand, he pressed down on her clit. Hard.

  Reina yelled out his name into the couch cushions as she came.

  She hadn’t even slowed her breathing when he pressed the point home. “You want to tell me again that it doesn’t feel good?”

  “N-no, Sir. It feels good. Weird, but good.”

  He smiled again. God, he did love to hear the word sir out of her mouth. Especially when it came out naturally when she wasn’t even trying.

  For the first time, he understood why Dominic had Cassandra call him Master, and why she was so willing to do it. There was an intimacy that came along with the title. A trust. It had nothing to do with one person being better than the other. And he wondered if he would someday hear the word come out of Reina’s mouth in reference to him.

  He didn’t let her come down from the high. Her mind was turned off, and he was going to use that to his advantage.

  He stopped playing with her pussy and used that hand to pull her hips further back from then couch’s edge, then used his foot to tap the inside of her ankles to get her to spread her feet wide. He kept constant movement on the plug the whole time, not letting her settle.

  “Stand up, Reina.” He assisted her off the couch then pressed down on her shoulder blades. “Now bend your knees slightly and grab your ankles. You’re going to scream, princess, but you will not let go of those ankles.”

  He knew she thought the spanking was coming, but instead he began to work the plug rapidly in and out of her ass, causing her to keen. He reached down with his other hand and began to play with her pussy, so very exposed at this angle, his thumb coming up to rub circles around her clit.

  Then he dropped to his knees and, coming at her from behind, began lapping at her pussy with his tongue, licking her slit from front to back, over and over again, never stopping the movement of the plug with his hand.

  “Oh God, Lukas.” She began to grind on his face.

  “Yeah, princess, just like that.”

  He licked her more, then moved his face away from her for just a second and smacked her clit hard—once, twice, three times—her wails becoming screams as she literally gushed on his mouth as he returned it to her and lapped it up.

  Her legs began to shake, and he let go of the plug to hold both her inner thighs with his hands to support her.

  “I want you to come, right now, Reina.” He moved his mouth a little further forward on her pussy and bit her clit with just enough pressure for it to be painful.

  The sobbing, mewling sounds she made as she came on his tongue were beautiful. He worked his fingers in and out of her to bring her shaking form down slowly from the orgasm.

  As he got back onto his feet, he caught her around the waist and lowered her over the arm of the couch. She was barely awake, her limbs boneless.

  “I still owe you a spanking.” He brought his hand down on the fleshy part of her ass, not nearly enough to really hurt her. She grunted softly.

  He smiled. “Four more spanks, then bed for you. You’ll repeat after me following each spank.”

  Smack.

  “I am a hot, desirable woman.” She repeated the words.

  Smack.

  “I am not cold in any way. And definitely not an ice queen.” Repeated.

  Smack.

  “It’s okay for me to like pain and domination.”

  This time she didn’t repeat. Obviously, something they were going to have to work further on. Lukas began working the plug in and out of her ass again.

  “I am positive I can wring one more orgasm out of you, Reina. Want to try?”

  The words came out of her in a rush. “It’s okay for me to like pain and domination.”

  He bent over her, brushing her hair back from her face, and kissed her on the cheek. He smacked her ass one last time, so softly it couldn’t even be called a spank.

  “Lukas Rinaldi is super sexy and has given me the best sex of my life.”

  She didn’t repeat. Just smiled from where she lay against the cushion. “Duh.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The next six weeks passed in a sensual haze for Reina. She and Lukas had opposite schedules—she worked during the day while a lot of his business was at night—but they compromised and juggled and found time to be together almost every day. Sometimes he came to her apartment, but mostly they spent their hours at his penthouse condo in the French Quarter.

  Lukas had taken her in every position she’d ever known. And many, many more that had never occurred to her. She could hardly even recognize the sexual creature she’d become, especially yesterday when he’d taken her out to the private rooftop terrace of his condo and put her nipples in clamps once again.

  Except, this time they’d been tightly attached to a ball-gag in her mouth. Her wrists had been fastened to the back of it on her head.

  He’d proceeded
to lie down on a sun lounger in broad daylight and had her ride him, facing away from him, reverse cowgirl style. That way he could pull her hair whenever he wanted and the movement yanked on her nipples. She’d been strictly instructed not to come until he did, which had proved impossible and had earned her a spanking afterwards, face down, ass up on the chair. She hadn’t even been able to brace herself since her wrists were shackled to the back of her head as he’d turned her ass red and she’d sobbed through the ball-gag, drool dripping down her cheek.

  Lukas’s penthouse was pretty high, but it wasn’t the tallest building in the area. The thought that someone could’ve watched that entire scenario should’ve mortified her.

  It hadn’t.

  There were a lot of things they’d done that should’ve, but hadn’t.

  A lot of things she’d held true about herself for a long time but didn’t anymore. Not only because of all the steamy sex but the conversations she’d had with Lukas, about needs, wants, and sexuality.

  It had been hard to let go of a lot of her preconceived notions about sex.

  She just hadn’t been able to stomach the fact that she could be turned on more by a slap on the pussy than a gentle kiss there. She had been mortified that when Lukas commanded her to do things—things that should be so humiliating, like crawling across his living room floor with his belt folded in her mouth, so he could whip her with it. Or holding her ass cheeks open for him while he explored there at his leisure. Or him tying her in positions that left her totally sprawled open for his viewing—had been more exciting than anything vanilla she’d ever done.

  After the first few days of being with Lukas she’d been in such mental turmoil—enjoying what she thought was so wrong—that she’d been an absolute mess when she’d shown up at his house at the prearranged time.

  Honestly, she’d expected him to fuck or spank her out of her funk, not really caring what was causing the dissonance in her head, if he even noticed it at all.

  Not only had he, but he’d paused whatever he’d had planned, sat her down at the kitchen island—the same one, ironically, he’d fucked and spanked her on the day before—given her a glass of wine and made her spaghetti with clams and garlic sauce, one of his mother’s favorite recipes from her home country of Sicily.

  He’d told her stories of visits there as a child and the trouble he and his brothers had gotten into at his grandparents’ vineyard. Not having any siblings of her own, she found the stories enthralling and charming.

  Reina did something she’d never expected to do in the presence of Lukas Rinaldi—relax and laugh.

  As she helped place what dishes could fit into the dishwasher and hand wash the rest—she would swear he’d used every pot he owned while making the sauce—the conversation took a turn she hadn’t been expecting.

  He hung the towel over the dish rack. “If I told you I needed a woman to be wearing purple lingerie in order to truly enjoy sex—that I could have it without her wearing purple lingerie, but that it just wasn’t the same, I didn’t like it as much—what would you think?”

  Purple lingerie? She’d never worn any purple, and he’d seemed to have liked her just fine. “Um, I don’t understand.”

  “It’s just an example, princess. Go with it.”

  “Oh. Well, I guess I would be going out tomorrow and buying purple lingerie.”

  He took her towel and hung it too, then snagged an arm around her waist, dragging her up against him. “Would you think I was some sort of freak?”

  “No. I’d just think you were into purple, and maybe wonder why you didn’t tell me before.”

  Both his hands moved to her hips so he could hold her in place directly in front of him. “Exactly. Now, what if you were honest and admitted that in order to truly enjoy sex you need a little pain and domination—you can have sex without it, but it isn’t the same, you don’t like it as much—would that make you a freak?”

  Sneaky bastard. She narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not the same, and you know it.”

  “Why? Because purple lingerie is socially acceptable, but handcuffs and butt plugs aren’t?”

  She couldn’t believe she could still blush even after all they’d done. “Well, yes!”

  “But if it turns you on? If both parties involved are adults and want it?”

  “But it’s weird. It’s just… abnormal.”

  His hands slid up to cup her face. “You are too smart and tolerant to think that. If we were talking about anyone else besides you, you would encourage that person to do what they like. To explore. To not hold back. That no one gets to say what’s right or wrong for another person as long as it’s not hurting them or anybody else. You would never judge someone else as harshly as you are yourself.”

  Damn it, he was right.

  He brought her in for a kiss. “You like it when I tell you what to do because it allows you to turn that part of your brain off for a while. There’s nothing wrong with that. You like the bite of pain to bring out your pleasure. Nothing wrong with that either.” Another kiss. “Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Good. Because the next time we have to go through this and you start considering yourself a freak, I’m going to blister your ass with a paddle and send you home the next morning with a huge plug and some particularly vicious clamps to remind you not to judge people just because they like purple lingerie.”

  She couldn’t stop the smile that broke out. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now I want you naked in my bed in the next two minutes. I’m going to introduce you to the joy of a spreader bar tonight.”

  And with that talk—and maybe a healthy dose of fear because Lukas always kept his word when he promised some sort of punishment—she’d started to accept the kinky aspects about herself. Wanted to explore more with Lukas.

  But now more than anything else, she needed to get back to the club again, to the server room in Deeper Threat to collect and analyze the data her software patch had gathered. She just wanted that behind her, didn’t want it to even be a factor any longer in her relationship with Lukas.

  Relationship? Was that even the right word? Even though they’d spent time together almost every day, they’d never once mentioned relationship.

  Regardless, she didn’t want the evidence she was gathering to be a factor between them. Once she had the information she needed to clear her father’s name, she would replace the money her software had siphoned from the business accounts, and Lukas would never know she’d been inside his computer system.

  She wanted it done.

  Right now, she was getting dressed for dinner with her mother and Uncle Peter. It wasn’t the first invitation since she’d come back to New Orleans, but all the others she’d declined. She had no desire to pretend to enjoy herself over a meal with the man who was running her father’s business into the ground.

  But her mother had insisted, and despite the fact that her head was in a bottle so often these days that Reina hardly recognized her, she couldn’t say no again.

  Ten minutes into the meal, Reina realized her mother’s insistence that she have dinner had not been out of desire to see her daughter. As a matter of fact, Mother was almost too drunk to even recognize her, much less converse. She excused herself, leaving Reina alone with Peter.

  He cut off another bite of his steak and chewed it, smugly studying her. He took a sip of wine.

  “It’s good that Natalie is gone so you and I can talk business. I need you to get me a full face to face meeting with the Rinaldi brothers. We need them to buy the extended version of the software I’ve developed. Once they do, everyone else will follow.”

  He really thought she would help him? “Peter, I know what you’re doing with the new software, and there’s no way I’m going to encourage them to give you further access.”

  “Come now, Reina. I’m not trying to do anything but grow the company your father started.”

  She took her napkin from her lap and wiped her mouth before standing
. “Since Mother isn’t feeling well, I’m just going to call it a night. Goodbye, Peter.”

  He stood with her, she thought in a rare show of politeness until he grabbed her arm as she walked by. “You will help me get that meeting.”

  “You know what, Peter? I can’t help you, but I wouldn’t even if I could. Let go of me.”

  He just squeezed harder, throwing her against the table. “Why should I let go of you? I’ve heard you’re Lukas Rinaldi’s new lay. That must mean you like to get slapped around and man-handled.”

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Actually, I have a pretty good idea of what everyone is talking about.” His fingers dug into her flesh. “That Lukas has some little slut on the side he never takes out in public. That he’s just using her for the sick fetishes he’s known for but doesn’t want to be seen with her.”

  She knew Peter would say anything he could to get under her skin and manipulate her. She knew it. And yet… she couldn’t deny his words.

  It was true she and Lukas never went out. They always just played at his place or hers. Hell, they hadn’t even gone back to Deeper Threat. She wasn’t a member, and he’d told her there was a process in order to become one.

  That was the reason, right?

  And they hadn’t gone out because they were both busy and had limited time together. They’d rather order takeout or cook themselves and spend hours feasting on each other than go out on the town.

  Right?

  They talked. Spent time together watching TV or reading the newspaper. But she had to admit, Lukas had never offered to take her anywhere on a date. Which hadn’t bothered her until now.

  She hadn’t even seen him for the last three days. Business, he’d told her on the phone. She could understand—knew what it was like to have to push personal time aside to get a job done.

  But was that what really had been happening, or had she been blind to the truth?

  “That’s right,” Peter said, letting her go. “If you decide you don’t want to be the slut he’s ashamed to take anywhere, that you actually have some pride, let me know. We can cut the Rinaldi brothers down together.”