“I would punish you. How would depend on the level of the infraction, but it would all be for your good.” A small smirk appeared on his face, and I found it condescending.
“I’m sorry, but how could punishing me be for my good? It seems like that would be more for your good than mine.” I wasn’t ignorant on this aspect of his lifestyle, he’d shared with me the types of punishments he incorporated on submissive’s he’d had in the past. I wasn’t sure being spanked would be that horrible, maybe embarrassing, but the flogger thing truly freaked me out.
“From all our discussions, I think the only punishments you’d receive would be because of your fear of sexual intimacy. It would be for your good because I wouldn’t allow you to hide behind them. Once you know the only thing keeping you from experiencing pleasure is your mindset, you’ll grow as a person.”
He knew better than anyone the things I’d suffered under my stepfather’s hand. Not even my mother knew the extent of the depravity he’d brought upon me. That abuse had warped me in ways that even seven years later I was suffering from the memories. “I guess you’d have to show me.”
“What that man did to you was not sex, Gina. He used your body, broke your trust, and destroyed your ability to love. I can help heal you, but it will come at a price.”
“I think you know I’m not wealthy.” I chuckled self-derisively. I’d dropped out of college after a semester because I couldn’t make myself focus enough to pass my classes. It wasn’t that I didn’t have intelligence, the truth is even I knew I had a brilliant mind, I’d never been able to concentrate though.
“Money is not the object, as you well know, I have enough. What I want from you is something far more valuable, and not easily gained. Your submission. It’s a gift only you can give, and it has to be given willingly.”
The waitress walked over to the table, stopping our conversation again. She asked if we wanted anything else, and Luca declined, asking for the check. I’d barely touched my coffee, but the conversation we’d had really hadn’t afforded me the opportunity.
“I should take you to your hotel so you can freshen up and think about what I’ve said.” With another heart stopping smile, he stood, offering me his hand. I took it, knowing I should be grateful that he was giving me some time to process things, but I wasn’t. We walked outside after he took care of the bill, and slid into the limo.
I buckled my seatbelt, trying to get my thoughts in order, but all I could truly think about was being alone. “I don’t want to go to the hotel.” My words came out sounding childish, petulant even. I’d just met him and I wasn’t ready to have our time together come to an end, even if only briefly.
“We can have dinner together later, and discuss this more.” His words were patient, and encouraging. He wasn’t trying to get away from me, which I really feared, but seemed to be allowing me time to make a decision. The problem was I didn’t want more time.
“I’d rather go home with you.” I said the words and was shocked at my bravado. Biting my lip hard, I turned to glance at his face, hoping I hadn’t disgusted him by being over eager. The thought of being dropped off at some hotel was really unappealing. I came here to meet him and I didn’t want us to part. It was the first time in my life I wanted to spend more time with a man.
The driver pulled off into the street, and Luca stared into my eyes, studying me again. “I don’t want you to rush things. This is a huge decision, Gina, if you come back to my home everything changes.”
His words warned me to take the time he was offering, but I’d waited my entire life to feel anything for another person. “Don’t make me leave you, Luca.” I felt so insecure, like my world depended on him allowing me to stay by his side.
His hand lifted to my cheek, and he grazed it softly. “I hope you’re ready for my world, then, sweetheart, because if you do this everything you thought you knew about life will irrevocably change.”
Taking a deep breath at the rush of sensation that moved through my body at his words, I swallowed repeatedly. My mouth felt dry, like I hadn’t had a drink of water in days, but I knew this was what I wanted. So what if it was crazy, or I didn’t know what I was truly getting into? I wanted Luca, in any way he would have me. “I’m ready.”
That brilliant smile of his made the world seem like a brighter place. He tapped on the partition separating us for the driver, and told him to take us home. Heart racing, palms sweating, I felt more alive in that moment than I’d ever felt before. Change was scary, but it was also exciting. I couldn’t wait to see where he’d take me on this ride.
Chapter two
Learning
The driver pulled up in front of a high rise on Lake Shore Drive, and I took Luca’s offered hand to exit the car, staring in wonder at the towering sight. It seemed to go up forever, reaching into the clouds, and to say I was impressed would be putting it lightly. He spoke to his employee and then tugged me gently forward, walking through the immaculate lobby of the building. Following him inside was like living in a fairy tale, and my eyes took in everything.
A long desk ran across the entire back width of the building, the floors black marble and gleaming with the sunlight pouring in through the glass-enclosed surroundings, it was all so modern and fresh and spoke of wealth like I’d never been exposed to. For a young woman who’d grown up in a rundown neighborhood in the country, it was almost overwhelming. I allowed him to lead me toward the elevators, my eyes absorbing the chandelier of lights falling from the high ceiling, mesmerized at the opulence of everything.
“Later this evening, I’ll take you to the library and media room on this floor and get you acquainted. When I’m working you can utilize those spaces. There’s also a gym and spa that I’m sure you’ll want to take advantage of.”
I think it hit me at that moment, just how wealthy Luca really was. The limousine had been an eye opener but the building he lived in? That was so far out of my norm that I felt insecure all over again. I didn’t speak as we stepped in the elevator and he entered a key card into a slot. I felt like I’d just walked into some surreal world and was like the famed pauper meeting a prince.
His hand still held mine and tightened slightly as we rode in silence. I lifted my eyes to his, and the stark desire in that beautiful gaze made me catch my breath. The fact that is was directed at me, shocked me to the core. I was breathless again as the door opened, revealing another long glossy-floored hallway. “We’re at the end.”
A couple walked by and Luca gave them a brief nod. Their professional dress made me feel like a country bumpkin in my long prairie skirt, and nice shirt that I’d thought looked great until I stood in this place. I was very happy when we reached his door and he used the key card again, walking inside with him getting away from the outside world. Closing the door behind me, he patiently put the key card in his wallet then stared at me intently. The look in those eyes made me tremble, it was so intense.
“Undress for me.” His calmly spoken words had my eyes widening and my jaw dropping. There’s no way he truly wanted me to do what he asked? “When you enter here, unless we have company, you’ll never wear clothing.”
He did expect that! I stood there rooted to the spot, shocked at his request. My hands met in front of me, wringing together nervously, wishing he’d tell me he was joking, but even the smile I thought was forever etched into his face was gone. He was serious! “Luca?” My heart lurched in my chest and I’m not even sure how I managed to speak his name the sensation was so overwhelming.
“This is my world, Gina, and unless you are ready for me to take you to the hotel, we begin.” There was no anger in his voice, only an undeniable certainty that told me he would have it no other way.
A part of me wanted to demand he take me to the hotel, but my hands moved to my shirt, fingers faltering on the buttons of my flimsy dress shirt. Breathing became almost impossible as I finished the task, allowing my blouse to fall to the floor. He didn’t speak a word, but instead lowered his eyes to m
y skirt. And almost as if his searching eyes issued a spoken demand, I pulled it down, stepped out, left standing there in my flats, bra and panties.
My body trembled from the cool waft of air that moved over my exposed flesh, but if I hoped for a reprieve I was disappointed by his words. “Finish.” That softly spoken command forced my hands to the back clasp of my bra, and I removed it, not sure I’d ever breathe normally again. Kicking off my shoes to buy a little time, my fingers inched the small scrap of silk away that covered my sex until I stood before him nude. Shivering.
Those beautiful blue eyes of his showed me no mercy as they raked languidly over my body, taking in every flaw. I wasn’t fat, but I could stand to lose a good ten pounds, and I knew he was seeing me as I’d never allowed another man. My head lowered in embarrassment, and I crossed my arms over my chest to feel more secure.
“Never hide from me. Your body is exquisite, and I am very pleased that you followed my instructions. Would you like a drink?”
He wanted to have a normal conversation? I was standing in his foyer nude! I opened my mouth to speak, but my nerves were so shot, nothing but air came out. His smile was back and he bent down to retrieve my cast off clothing, opening a closet and hanging the skirt and shirt neatly. “In the future you can hang your clothes in here. Now let’s get you something to eat and drink.” He folded my intimates neatly, placing them on a small shelf inside the closet, and positioned my shoes inside before walking off.
I followed behind him, my nudity consuming my mind until I saw the view from his living room. The entire thing was surrounded by glass giving a perfect view of the city and lake, and I’d never felt more vulnerable. His home was as breathtaking as the view, with modern chrome, black leather, and glass décor, but I was worried someone would see my shame as I covered my breasts with my arms, walking with him into the kitchen.
“No one can see in those windows, and you’ll displease me if you continue to cover yourself.” His stare was intent again, I discovered that he wasn’t always happy, especially when I went against what he wanted.
“I don’t want to displease you, Luca, but I’m not exactly comfortable walking around with my ass hanging out.”
The humor written on his face as he turned back my way holding out a coke, or as he called it, pop, made me grin self-consciously. I took it from his hands, and he looked me over again, carefully. “You’ll grow accustomed to it. When you can look into a mirror, and see yourself as the beautiful woman I do, then I’ll know I’ve given you the one gift no one can ever take away. How can I teach you anything if you’re not comfortable in your own skin? I can’t. Besides, your ass is perfect, it was made for my hands.”
Opening the lid, I took a deep drink of my soda, then shook my head. This had to be the oddest conversation I’d ever had. He joined me on the other side of the island bar, and rested his arm on it, continuing to glance over each inch of my body. How could I not feel self-conscious when he was looking at me like something he wanted to eat?
My face burned at that thought, and I turned my head, wondering why it was so easy to feel something with this man. The visual in my mind of him feasting between my legs made me press my thighs together tightly. I’d never done that before, was sure I’d never wanted to experience it, but even I couldn’t deny the moistness that made me more than uncomfortable in this underdressed state.
“What are you thinking?” His soft chuckle definitely didn’t help the embarrassment factor, and my face flushed even hotter.
“I’d really rather not say.” Actually, I think I would have rather jumped out the glass windows and fell to my death before I told him what I felt.
“Put your drink down on the bar.” His words were quiet, but they sent a shiver through me at the sternness lacing them. Without a second thought, I did what he asked, my thoughts no longer centered between my legs.
He turned to walk down the small stairs into his living area, then turned back my way. Motioning to me with his finger, I fought my embarrassment and walked toward him on shaking legs. “Do you remember those pictures I had you study on how to kneel for me?”
“Yes.” If my voice had been any softer it would have been impossible to hear.
“Kneel for me.” He pointed to a spot directly in front of him, and I awkwardly lowered to my knees on the cool marble floor. Once again I was breathless, my eyes looking upward and his height from my vantage point was definitely imposing.
He moved behind me and pulled my shoulders back gently. “Always keep your posture, in this position. Be proud of showing your subservience to me. It’s a reward in of itself to show pride in your body.”
The feel of his hands on my bare skin, made me tremble even though he was warm. I gasped as his fingers trailed down my spine, leaving a tremor of sensation in their wake. When he moved in front of me again. I was shocked when he knelt down, and even more so when his hands parted my thighs widely, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze.
“This is another way to kneel, and it shows me that you’re open to my touch.” His large hand cupped my pussy, and any thought of hiding my excitement was stripped away. “I like that you’re wet for me. If I didn’t turn you on, we’d have much more to be concerned about.” His hand released me, and I wanted to groan in disappointment. I understood in that moment I wanted him to touch me. It was such a revelation that my posture slouched.
“Shoulders back.” His voice was louder this time, and I quickly adjusted to what he wanted. “Good girl. There’s another position I want to familiarize you with, as it’s one of my favorites. Keep your legs parted in that kneel and rest your upper body face down on the floor.”
My breath left in shallow pants as I followed his direction, knowing I was even more exposed this way. He knelt down, pulling my arms straight out carefully, and turned my face to the side. “This works for many things, both pleasure and punishment. If I ask you to do the face down kneel, this is what I expect.”
He stood and walked behind me. I only knew he’d knelt again when I felt his hands caressing my ass. Automatically I tensed, because I didn’t know what his intentions were. I wanted him to touch me, that I couldn’t deny, but what if he took things further? I wasn’t sure I was ready for that yet.
“Are you worried I’ll fuck you?” I’d never heard him curse. Not once in our year of conversations online or over the phone. The fact he had done so now frightened me more than I wanted to admit.
“Yes.” I refused to lie to him, especially when I was in the most vulnerable position I’d ever found myself in.
“Thank you for being honest. You have much to learn about me, Gina, but soon you’ll hope I offer you that pleasure when you’re in this position.” His hand cupped my pussy again, and there was no denying how much it turned me on for him to do that. I gasped when he tugged on the downy curls covering me there. “I think we’ll focus on removing these for now, and keep the fucking for another time.”
When his hand left me, again I was disappointed. I may have not wanted to have sex with him, but to have those fingers rubbing over my sensitive flesh? I wouldn’t have exactly said no to that. His hand landed with a light slap on my ass cheek, and I cried out softly. It felt oddly good because I needed some type of stimulation, even if that wasn’t what I’d been hoping for.
“Stand up.” His tone was filled with humor as I followed his request, and he motioned with his head for me to follow him. Now I was worried again because I remembered what he’d said about my pubic hair. He wasn’t really going to remove that, was he? I’d shaved my bikini line, but never went au ‘natural down there.
Leading me into his huge bathroom, I had a feeling that’s exactly what he intended. He patted the long vanity counter, and I knew he wanted me to hop up, but I paused briefly, hoping he’d changed his mind. “Don’t make me ask again, sweet girl.” His wink defied his stern words, but I wasn’t taking any chances. With little effort I lifted my ass up on that cool surface, waiting to see what he’d do next.
He turned on the water in the faucet, and rambled in a drawer pulling out a razor, shaving cream, and a small bottle of green liquid. There was no doubt at all what his intentions were now. “Spread your legs wide.” Luca smiled again, and it made me want to do whatever he asked, and I did so, albeit clumsily.
His large hand cupped water and lifted it to drip over my curls, and I laughed in my nervousness at the mess he was making. Even knowing what he was about to do, the situation was rather comical. For whatever reason, I saw him as stickler for perfection, and this wasn’t that. The laughter stopped when he lathered his hand with shaving cream and covered my mound.
The touch of his hand even in this non-sexual way turned me on so much it left me overwhelmed. I held my breath as he began removing those curls, I’m not sure I even realized I was doing it, until he spoke.
“Breathe, sweet girl, having you pass out while I groom you wouldn’t be helpful.” His soft chuckle as I took in air didn’t dispel the eroticism of what he was doing as my pussy lips were spread carefully and he removed every trace of hair. My face burned as his lowered to eye level with my pussy making sure his task was completed to his liking. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to the act, and the wetness there was more than a little uncomfortable.
“Pull your feet up on the counter, and keep those legs spread wide for me.” He waited until I complied then turned around to grab a washcloth off the cabinet to his right. Wetting it under the still streaming water, he removed every trace of shaving cream, his ministrations turning me on even more. I bit my lip to stop from crying out. While my sex tensed and released as it ached for fulfillment.
I watched in fascination as he picked up the small bottle of green liquid, unscrewed the top, and then tipped it to drop a small amount on my clit. I had no idea what was in that bottle, but the burning sensation was impossible to deny and I did find my voice then. “Luca, please.” I wanted to shut my legs, only knowing that he’d be unhappy stopped that action.
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