“So, no?” Gemma knew she was pushing the line. Cillian's hand came down on the tender spot again, causing her to bite down hard on the pillow in front of her.
“Maybe--!”
Once more he struck her and her thoughts scattered with the sweet agony of it all.
“Yes! Yes, I'll be good!” She was squirming now, but Cillian did not stop. He spanked her several more times until she was crying out with mingled pain/pleasure. “That’sfor hanging out with bad people.That’sfor scaring the shit out of me. Andthat’s for leaving me. Don’t you ever do that again, Gemma. Fuck!”
When he finally stopped, Gemma was sure he’d branded himself not only on her body, but in her heart as well. She could feel the welts forming on her skin as she squirmed against the rope, the metal ring sounding against the bedpost.
Cillian reached around her, undoing her jeans, and roughly tugged them off her her body impatiently. She heard him fling them away into some corner of the room. Far from relieving her pain, the cool air on her backside smarted, as the goosebumps that rose there felt like a thousand pinpricks. Behind her, Gemma could hear the rustle of fabric and the satisfying sound of a zipper being undone.
Cillian nudged her legs apart, pushing them wider and wider until she could scarcely hold herself up. When she was properly exposed, he pressed the head of his hard cock to her velvet sex. A groan rumbled deep in his chest. She was dripping wet and ready for him. Showing a massive amount of restraint, Cillian drew the head of his cock back and forth over her opening.
“I’m going to take you now like this, Gemma. It will please me. Do you want to please me Gemma baby?”
Gemma moaned and wriggled, but he did not enter her. Instead, he continued to rub back and forth, tracing her lips, covering himself with her juices. Gemma could hardly take it, but she wanted to be good. She wanted to please him.
Finally, when Cillian was ready, he pushed into her. Gemma could feel every inch of his thick cock as it slid inside of her. The sweet, hot pressure of it made her mind go blank. The only things left in her head were a need and a desire to make him happy.
When Cillian began to rock, Gemma pushed back against him. She could hear him hiss through gritted teeth as he pushed slowly in, drawing himself nearly all the way out, and then sinking deep into her again. Gemma teetered on the edge of madness. He was taking his time, when all she wanted was to be fucked. To be claimed.
Cillian didn't let up his torture until Gemma was shivering. Drawing himself out one final time, Cillian thrust roughly into her, fucking her faster and faster. He was savage. He pounded into her so hard that the bed rocked with them, causing the multitude of metal loops in the bedposts the jingle almost merrily. Behind her, Gemma could hear him growling. She tugged against her bindings, bouncing her hips against him with each thrust.
One of his strong arms snaked around her waist, holding her up so that he could fuck her even harder, and Cillian began to pant her name. The sound of his pleasure pushed her over the edge. Gemma trembled in his grip, letting herself cry out his name as the waves of her orgasm came crashing over her. But Cillian wasn't done. With each thrust of his hips, he brought her another little orgasm, until she was clawing at the bed and begging him to stop.
“Ah, fuck! You’re mine now. Tell me! Tell daddy who you belong to.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.” Gemma choked on her words as she swayed with bliss.
Finally, he drove himself deep into her, filling her up with his hot seed. He sighed her name into the dark, and lowered them both gently onto the bed.
When they had both caught their breath, Cillian freed her wrists. They were both covered with red welts where she had pulled against the cords. Rubbing them, Gemma thought she rather liked the way the marks looked against her skin. And then she remembered something.
Rolling out of bed, she searched in the pocket of her jeans and pulled out the necklace he had given her. The ruby rose glittered darkly in the low light. Sliding back into bed, she allowed him to fasten it around her neck.
“So beautiful, my love. You are mine now,” Cillian said, pulling her tight against his body.
“I am yours,” Gemma said, feeling safe and content in his arms as the shame of her past dissolved away slowly. “Until the last petal falls baby.”
THE END
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Just In Time
Copyright © 2016 All rights reserved.
KERRY
Nowhere in the world is there a place like Venice. The narrow streets and dark canals twist around each other in an intricate knot. The buildings seem to compete with each other to see who can be more spectacular and a short walk can take you across centuries. The flags in St. Mark’s square are waving to me and tourists are rushing by, trying to take in as much of the city as they can before they have to go home to their drab and ordinary lives. I can hear the bells ringing and as people stroll down the cobbled streets, it’s like background music for their lives.
Every corner that a person turns here leads to a new discovery. There are “floating” churches surrounded on all sides with water, grand hotels, shops with priceless art and exotic masks and much, much more. I sighed deeply as I sat on the veranda of the quaint little restaurant and breathed in the crisp air. As I looked around at the magnificent city I joked to myself… “We sure aren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto.” I smiled and thought about what a monumental decision it had been to just pick up and leave my life. I quit my teaching job and filed for divorce…and so far, I have no regrets. It takes a lot of guts to start over…or maybe it’s a mental disorder, I’m not sure which yet.
David is the reason that I’m here. My mind drifted back to when he admitted he was “seeing” Cynthia the art teacher. “Seeing,” he said, “Not “fucking” as he should have said. I wouldn’t mince words if I hadn’t walked in on them together at my home. The word was definitely fucking. It was made worse by the fact that I’d confided in her that David and I were having problems not long before that. What a bitch. I had to laugh about it now. They looked ridiculous and I’m sure I did too with my jaw hanging open. I was shocked and I was angry…but within a day or two those emotions began to morph into relief. I was relieved that I could finally leave and I didn’t have to feel guilty about it at all.
The most surprising emotion wasn’t the shock or anger that followed however. It was the relief. Finally I can leave. I’m not sure if I should feel guilty about that…I was looking for an excuse, something to make it easier. I walked in and saw my husband’s naked ass and I had it.
Back in Venice, I let my head drop back now and I closed my eyes. The sun felt good on my face and the air smelled…free.
“Excuse me Miss?” I opened my eyes to see the waiter hovering over me. I smiled, embarrassed to be caught indulging in the sun. “Will that be all for you?”
“Yes thank you,” I told him, handing him the little leather book back with the tip I’d left for him.
“Thank you,” he said, “Have a great day.”
“You too.” I plan on it. I plan on having a great life. I casually let my eyes skim the restaurant, peeking to see if anyone had seen me indulging. I spotted a business man at a nearby table watching me. He had one of those faces that would make an atheist believe in God… Full lips and a strong jawline framed the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen. His eyes danced with amusement as he looked me up and down. I felt my face heat up as he held me captive in his gaze. His dark hair was silky and I clenched my hands as they itched to touch him there. I’m not interested in going there or anywhere right now…but damn if he isn’t nice to look at. He’s the definition of eye candy. The room stilled and I suddenly realized I was staring back at him. I felt my entire body grow hotter and I quickly rose and gathered my things to go.
I walked out without looking back at the Adonis and made my way across the cobblestone square. Piazza San Marco is my new favorite place. I’m overwhelmed by the beauty of the Basilica, the Campanile and the uniq
ueness of the square itself. But, walking through Merceria Orologio right before you enter St. Mark’s square is the best. Something about knowing the clock tower has survived since the 1400’s gave me hope for surviving my own situation. If you look up and above the gate you’ll see the round white marble 24 hour clock with the image of a gold sun that points at the hour of the day. There is a gold pointer that shows the position of the sun in the zodiac, and the blue inner circle shows the earth in the center and the moon on a separate circle that shows its position to the earth. Then there are the gold stars that are fixed and never change. It something stable in an ever changing world. It brings me peace for some reason.
As I walked today I was looking up at the statue of the Virgin and child and I admit, not paying a lot of attention to where I was going. That might be why I didn’t see the car coming towards me until it popped over the shallow curb. I was frozen in place until I suddenly felt a hand grab me and pull me into a deep doorway just in time to keep the car from mowing me down. I was shocked and out of breath for a second and it took me a moment to realize that I was enveloped in a pair of huge, strong arms.
I looked up…and I had to tip my head all the way back. I was looking into a pair of intensely blue eyes. It was the man from the restaurant. His dark hair was stylishly mussed now and he was wearing a suit that felt like butter in my hands and fit him like he was born in it.
I could feel my heart pounding and I was shaking all over. My Knight in shining armor however was steady as a rock. I looked around and saw that the car had stopped. There were people around it now, yelling in Italian. I can hear the sound of the policia in the background, but it’s almost as if everything had been turned way down…almost muted, as I continued to stare at the gorgeous stranger who was holding me in his arms. He was still looking at me…mostly at my lips it seemed.
“Thank you,” I told him, righting myself back to my feet. He seemed reluctant, but he let go of me then.
“It was my pleasure,” he said. His Italian accent was light like maybe someone who had spent a lot of time in an English speaking country.
I shivered and I could see his lips quirk. It was probably him, but I played it off like it was still the after effects of the near miss.Get a grip Kerry.
“That was…close. Anyways, thank you again so much. I shudder to think what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”
He smiled. My heart stopped for a few seconds as I took in his glorious radiant smile. His light eyes sparkled and I couldn’t help but smile too. When I could finally speak I realized once again that I was staring at him. It was hard to look away. “Well, I should be going,” I said. “Thank you again. It looks like you were my hero today.”Stop talking Kerry!
Awkwardly I went to shake his hand. He ignored my outstretched hand and instead pulled me in for a hug. It was warm and his arms felt safe… He smelled like cotton and a dark masculine spice...I could have stayed there forever. I knew that wasn’t an option however. I pulled back and once again said sputtered a good-bye. He leaned in to kiss me on the right cheek. His lips brushed my skin like the soft touch of a butterfly.
I forgot that I was in Italy and their goodbyes are a bit more ceremonious. I turned my face, not realizing he was going for the other cheek. I froze as our lips met. He didn’t. He slightly leaned in, pressing further into me. God only knows what I was thinking, but I parted my lips as he stole my breath. I felt his arm tighten around me as I adjusted my face. My heart drummed in my ear. He felt so strong and sure. His full lips pulled away slightly before imprinting on mine further. This kiss was more intense and intimate. A voice in my head told me to stop but I every nerve ending was fixed on the sweet taste of his mouth.
I felt his tongue reach out softly to taste me and I let him slip his warm, wet tongue into my mouth. He explored me with a gentle urgency and I kissed him back sighing into him…as my insides liquefied.What the hell am I doing?My mind flashed back to the last man I’d kissed. David.
I broke the kiss, snapping myself out of my trance. I could feel my face go hot when I looked back into his eyes. What must he think of me? I’m making out with a stranger in a dark doorway like a teenager under the bleachers at a football game. This is completely out of character for me. Maybe it’s the city. It’s so romantic…
“I really should go. Thank you again.” A glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes but he pulled away gently. This time I moved out of the force field that seemed to surround him.
I glanced at his lips and saw that there had been a bit of swelling. I can only imagine what mine looked like. We both were breathing more than normal. I needed some space before I asked him to kiss me again. I quickly spun around and I started to walk away when I heard his smooth baritone voice.
“How can I find you?” I guess the force field reach was a bit wider than I thought. I had a choice to make. This was Italy right? What could it hurt to let a desirable man romance me? Didn’t I deserve this? Hadn’t I suffered enough already?
I turned back to him, my eyes only reaching his collar. “I just started teaching English at St. Mark’s School.” I gave him my number.
As I walked away I caught myself looking back over my shoulder…I couldn’t resist. He was still standing there in his suit looking at me. He had his hands in his pockets and a drop-dead gorgeous grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement again. This one is going to be trouble.
LUCA
I spun the leather chair around like a kid. It’s my office and I’m alone, so I can do what I want. I have work I could be doing. I always do…but I can’t get my mind off yesterday and the beautiful woman I had in my arms for just a little while. I’ve always been attracted to women with gorgeous dark skin and dark eyes. The woman from the square was the most beautiful dark-skinned goddess I’d ever laid eyes on. She wasn’t the primped and manufactured beauty I’d seen. Hers was natural and easy. I found that to be so sexy.
It was easy to tell from her accent that she was American and I chuckled to myself when I thought about her saying, “You’re my hero today.” The last thing anyone who knew me would call me is a hero. My reputation in the business world is akin to that of Attila the Hun. When I want to take over a business, I go in and take it. I always get what I want.
I grew up in a little village off the coast of Italy. We lived in a shack and we existed only on the day to day catches my father made off the pier. Some days it was decent, others it was not, so it never evened out. One thing I learned from my father was how to work hard. One thing I figured out for myself was that I never wanted to work as hard as he did, and have to do without the necessities of life.
When I was fifteen I inherited an old boat from my grandfather. I used it to carry things across the channel to the city for people and while I was there, I’d pick things up and bring them back. To begin with, I charged a small fee. As time went on I became confident enough in my ability and in the fact that the service I was providing was a needed one and I began to raise my prices just enough to make a decent day’s pay while still undercutting the competition. By the time I was eighteen I had made enough to buy a new boat. By the time I was twenty-one I owned four. Today, I’d have to look it up to tell anyone exactly how big my fleet is…but I do know that it’s the largest in both Italy and the U.S. I do import/export business all over the world now and doing without anything is so far in the past I have to actually remind myself of what it was like. I don’t want to forget though…the key to business is to always remember that hunger…it drives you.
I thought about my mystery woman again and wondered what drives her. Her beauty is obviously the first thing I noticed. I rarely ever fail to notice a beautiful woman…but I get the feeling it goes a lot further on her than on the surface. She had this quiet, unassuming way about her that just drew me in from the moment I laid eyes on her. I’m not one to be drawn in easily.
There are a handful of people in the world that I fully trust. When you’re a billionaire, everyone
has an angle. I have an endless supply of supermodels and business associates on speed dial that I can call for a date or a quick fuck just about any time, day or night. Sadly, the fact that they make themselves that available turns me off. It tells me that whatever else they have going on in their life is so insignificant that blowing it off to spend time with me matters very little. The teacher could have easily figured out I was wealthy, just from looking at my clothes when we met. Yet, even though she fell into me, she didn’t cling and she didn’t display any of the overtly dramatic characteristics that many other women placed in that situation would have. She was obviously shaken up…with good reason. But she didn’t wail or cry or even fume over it. When it was over she was trembling and just a little confused…but she pulled herself together quickly and with class. I like that.
I’m glad that I followed her. It must have been kismet because it was completely out of character for me. I had just glanced around the restaurant while I sat waiting for my business partner, Alexander…when my eyes landed on her. I noticed her first because of the beautiful look on her face…but then when I watched her lean back into the sun and seem to give herself over to its gentle rays…she had me hooked. She had a radiance that I was drawn to. I wanted to see her look at me that way.
I didn’t even wait for Alex when I saw her leave. I had to see her again and I needed to know when and where I could do that. I watched as she walked past the clock tower and I saw a look of appreciation in her eyes for this city I love and feel such a part of. That was sexy too. I was headed over to introduce myself when I saw that car coming right at her. I didn’t think, I just acted. When I pulled her into that doorway, she’d gripped my arms and folded herself into my chest. She felt amazing. She smelled incredible…and she was so trusting and so willing once I started to kiss her. She was just different. So genuine. Holding her felt so good, like she was made to fit into my arms.
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