chapter eight
Sunday
By the time we’d finally made it back to the penthouse, I was dead on my feet. We’d had an exhausting, but wonderful day and night, and as much as I wanted it to continue, my body was just not up for the fun. I removed my clothes when we walked through the front door, and he’d led me back to the bedroom, cuffed my wrist to a chain attached to his headboard, and we cuddled together. It was more than enough.
I woke up the next morning with my wrist free, and all alone in his king-sized bed. It felt strange not having him with me, and I slid my feet to the floor. The nudity wasn’t even an issue anymore, being without him was. I found him in his study, talking animatedly on the phone. His beautiful features were tense and he glanced up, showing worry in his bedroom-blue eyes. Covering the phone with his hand, he winked and whispered. “Morning. Grab a shower while I finish up here.” The conversation turned heated and I left him to it.
A shower seemed like a great idea and I quickly did as he asked, sighing in pleasure as the heated waterfall rained over my skin. It didn’t hurt that he had multiple spouts that shot out everywhere, making it seem more like entertainment than just washing off. I shaved my legs and underarms before finishing up, and wrapped in a towel.
Finishing my bedtime routine, I quickly made the bed, and hoped he was finished with his talk. Discovering he wasn’t, I walked into the kitchen to scramble some eggs and make toast, one of the few things I could do without the food coming in a box. When he joined me there, his jaw was set and I could see the tension in his shoulders. The smile didn’t find his face until he swept away my towel then popped me on the ass with it, forcing a startled yip from my lips.
“This counts as clothes in my house.” Sitting down at the breakfast bar, he dug into the eggs. Smiling at his antics, I fixed us both a cup of coffee, asking him if he needed it doctored. I learned he only drank it black.
We enjoyed a quick breakfast and he surprised me by cleaning up after. “What should I do with you today?” His grin turned into a smirk, and I was instantly aroused.
“What would you like, Sir?” The mood was definitely playful and I couldn’t keep a grin from my face.
“The options are endless.” The way his gaze roamed over my body made the temperature in the room seem to increase by twenty degrees. “Living room. Face down kneel.” With a playful smile, he waited patiently while I assumed the position. “Widen your legs.”
I knew he could see every flaw this way, and even trusting him, I didn’t really like being this exposed. “You have the most delightful heart-shaped ass, sweet girl. It makes me want to do bad things to it.” He chuckled deeply and my body trembled. I wasn’t sure what things he meant. “When you’re down on your knees, looking up at me that is the moment when I feel the need to protect you most. Keep that position. I’ll be right back.”
Even embarrassed by kneeling there with my ass in the air, my body was still turned on. As I clenched my pelvic walls, I discovered it created the most delicious sensation. He returned sliding a towel between my legs on the floor, and I could only wonder what was going on in his mind. Luca had also deposited a small leather bag by my head, leaving me even more curious.
His hand cupped my pussy and a finger trailed over my already wet folds. “Such a good, sweet girl.” I moaned as that finger slid inside and whimpered as it withdrew. “We’ll have to see what we can do about keeping you happy while I play.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a strange little toy with straps on it. He secured them around my hips and inner thighs, leaving the small rubber apparatus rested over my clit. There wasn’t much to it and I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to make me happier than his fingers stroking me. A few seconds later, I discovered that small things pack a huge punch. The vibrations against my clit were incredible! Then it stopped.
“You’re not allowed to come yet.” He was teasing me with his voice and actions and I only wanted the release.
“Please, Sir.” My pussy throbbed in need, and he’d only just begun!
“Patience. You will learn it.” I felt something cold and wet drenching my other entrance and tensed at the squishy feeling. The thought of him fucking me that way had my breath leaving my lips erratically. He was too large, and for a brief moment, I panicked.
“Sir?”
“Trust me.” His word were not stern, they fell somewhere between a plea and soft command. I felt the vibrations from the toy start again, and it focused my mind there until his finger filled my ass. “I’m going to stretch you, sweet girl, but I’m also going to claim this.” His hand landed with a soft swat on my butt cheek.
When he added another finger, I felt overly stretched, and knew this was never going to work. Pushing down, I was surprised that it actually helped his fingers work deeper inside me. “I can’t, Sir.” I was afraid, and that fear controlled me.
“You can.” His voice had deepened, and I knew I’d disappointed him. That made me want to try, but when he added yet another digit, the sensation was too much.
“Please.” I wanted to give this to him, but my mind couldn’t stop focusing on how bad it would hurt to have him there.
“Do you remember your safe words, Gina?” He’d used my name instead of the endearment, and for some reason it broke through the panic taking control.
“Yes, Sir.” I could stop this at any time I chose. Just knowing I had that ability made me willing to try harder for him. I relaxed somewhat, and the invasion of his fingers didn’t seem so overwhelming.
“Good girl.” He slowly began finger fucking my ass, and I was shocked that it wasn’t more painful. The vibrations on my clit from the toy took my attention back there and I was so close that I didn’t care about what was going on in the back door.
“Sir, I’m going to come.” I remembered he wanted me to ask permission, but I didn’t know how to hold back. Immediately the vibrations stopped leaving me frustrated to hell and back.
“When I’m inside you, all the way. Then I’ll let you come.” He was seriously going to attempt to push his big cock up my ass! I wasn’t sure I’d survive it. His fingers slid free and I felt the cool wetness find my anus again. “I’ll take this slow, sweet girl. You can do this.”
His large, mushroom-shaped head pressed against that rosebud and I couldn’t help it, I tensed again. “Breathe, Gina.” I knew I was letting the fear win, and everything else he’d done to me up to this point had been enjoyable. I could do this for him. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, I forced myself to relax.
Those tight sphincter muscles protested when he pressed forward and it took everything I had to not fight the invasion. God! He was so damn big! “I’m so proud of you, sweet girl, your little ass feels incredible.” He inched forward and I groaned at the unfamiliar pressure.
In that moment it was all about pleasing him, because to be honest, I wasn’t enjoying the sensation. He continued to push forward and I almost safe worded out, but fought the need. This was what Luca wanted, and I was determined to prove I was willing to give him anything. Then he was finally seated and I felt his hips flush against my ass. I had taken all of him!
“I wish you could see how gorgeous you look impaled this way.” He turned on the toy’s vibrations again, and it was almost too much having him stretch me so completely. The burn and pleasure at odds with each other. The familiar build of my orgasm began and he carefully inched out only to slide forward again slowly. He fucked me and as my desire increased with a slow, steady rhythm. I didn’t know which was giving me more pleasure, his ride or the fluttering against my clit.
“Sir, Please!” I couldn’t hold back. He’d mastered my body completely once again, and I was helpless to fight it.
“Come for me.” To my amazement as he increased his pace, the pain had somehow faded and each push and release added to that delicious tension until I fell over the edge with a loud cry. It was different than having him fill my pussy, but I no longer considered anal sex to be something I should
fear. I was still coming down from the pleasure when he released his passion inside me, making my orgasm even more beautiful.
He rested his body over my back and I felt him soften inside me. It was something I’d never felt before, and I marveled. “I think you’ve drained me, sweet girl.” His soft chuckle sounded as he carefully inched out.
My legs felt like were jelly, but they followed him to the bathroom, anyway. We showered together and I was smiling like a woman who just had an epiphany. He washed me with all the tenderness I’d ever craved, and returned my smile.
“What are you thinking?” His hands lathered up my hair, even though I’d just washed it a short time ago.
“That anal sex isn’t that bad, Sir.” I moaned softly as his fingers massaged my scalp. My neck arched back at that magical touch.
“Not that bad, huh? We might have to try it again and see if we can make you a little more appreciative.” He led me under the warm spray, rinsing away the suds.
“I think I’d like that, Sir.” He finished bathing me, and handed over the bar of soap.
“There are so many things I could teach you. For now clean me up, girl.” With a chuckle he dropped his hands to his sides, and I bathed him enjoying the exploration of his body. I finished his cock last, and paid special attention to it. He was fully erect now, and turned away to rinse away the lather. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly arranged my body. He knelt in the still streaming water and his mouth found my clit, suckling then using his tongue to bring me right back to the edge of paradise again. Luca knew my body better than I did because before I could come, he stood and filled me so completely my soft cry echoed off the walls.
“I love your ass, but this sweet, tight, little pussy? I find it hard not to fuck.” He proved his words by taking me hard against the shower wall and all I could do was hold on and take the pleasure he dished out.
In the haze of passion, I’d forgotten to ask permission to come, and I hoped that he’d forget, too. No such luck, though. He pulled out of me, turned off the water, and ordered me out of the tub without any tenderness.
Grabbing a towel off the rod, he briskly dried me then himself, and I noticed he was still at full mast. The feeling couldn’t have been pleasurable for him, but he seemed to have other things in mind, other than his needs. “Walk to my bed and lay across it. I’ll join you soon.”
Still in the thrall of my release, I did as he ordered, unsure why not asking was such a big deal. The cool air wafted over my skin, and waiting for him to return was almost as bad as worrying about how he’d punish me. To be honest I wasn’t afraid. If the spanking last night was the worst he could dish out, then I knew I’d suffer it without really complaining. I gasped when he joined me in the room, pulling my legs to hang over the edge of the bed and my feet finding the floor.
“Do you know why I’m going to punish you?” I hated the coolness in his tone, and shivered unconsciously.
“Yes, Sir.” My voice was soft.
“Tell me.” There was no gentleness in him at all as he barked out the demand, and I felt my throat dry.
“B-because I didn’t ask permission to come, Sir.” He seemed really upset, and I think that in of itself was a punishment. I never wanted Luca to be disappointed in me.
“You will not forget again.” He held out a small black rod with a miniature paddle attached to the end by my face. “This is a crop. I’m going to use this to make sure you remember.”
“Yes, Sir.” The thin little rod didn’t look that imposing, and I doubted it would hurt very much until the first time it fell on my bare ass.
I cried out softly at the sting, absolutely sure I would never forget to ask him to find release again. By the time the fifth came I was crying, and at the tenth I sobbed. Mercifully he stopped, and I decided in that instant, I hated the stupid crop! My ass felt like it was on fire. I wasn’t very happy when he pulled me into his lap to cuddle me because it rubbed over the sensitive area he’d just lit up.
“You took that better than I thought.” His murmured words of condolence didn’t make me feel very happy. He maneuvered me to straddle his lap, sliding into my still wet folds, impaling me deeply. “This time you ask me before, understand?”
Unbidden, a moan of pleasure left my lips as he began lifting my hips with his hands and pressing me back down his long, thick length. “Yes, Sir.” Maybe I could forgive him long enough to enjoy this.
The heat in my ass became a distant memory as he brought me to the edge again, my pussy clenching and releasing in desperation for fulfillment. “Sir, can I come?” Hell no! I wasn’t forgetting to ask him permission ever again!
“Come for me. Now!” That’s all I needed, my body flooded as he increased his forceful thrusts upward. My folds were still contracting as he lifted me and his hot semen spurted against my belly. “If you stay, we have to get you on some birth control. I want to fill you up.”
I hadn’t needed to be on anything before coming to meet Luca, and it hadn’t been a thought prior to this trip. I’d assumed we were just going to talk this weekend, but I can gladly say it turned into so much more. Then his words hit me. “Are you going to keep me?” I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he said no. I couldn’t imagine going back to Alabama and living without him.
His arms tightened around me, and the stickiness between us didn’t matter, I hugged him back. “We’re going to get cleaned up and have a long discussion in my office. All I can think about with you here is fucking again.”
We walked back to the shower and in the back of my mind I kept thinking I was going to be the cleanest girl on earth if this continued. The idea of sex before Luca had always been dirty, so my mindset had already changed greatly in the last few days. I was a little disappointed that he kept our bathing impersonal. Luca was making me a sexual person because all I wanted was to keep loving him.
“Grab one of my shirts out of the closet when you’re done.” He’d dried off and handed me a towel, leaving me in the bathroom alone. I panicked after he was gone because Luca telling me to get dressed could only mean he wasn’t keeping me. He didn’t allow his submissive’s to wear clothes in his home. How could I go back to my life again? My fears were destroying me as I walked into his bedroom and found the shirt, pulling it over my head.
He wasn’t looking at me and when he was dressed in a casual pair of jeans and button down, I watched his long legs carry him out of the room. None of this boded well. When we met in the living room and walked together back to his home office, I didn’t care about the furnishings, instead I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, the slight soreness not worth mentioning as he took his seat behind it.
“I’ve enjoyed having you here this weekend, Gina. You are everything I’d hoped for and more.” His eyes met mine and the smile I was so accustomed to seeing was missing.
Tears filled my eyes and I hastily wiped them away with the back of my hand.
“Don’t. We are going to talk and I need both of us to have a clear head while we’re doing that.”
His tone told me that he wouldn’t accept anything less. Mentally, I struggled for composure, needing that man back who soothed me when I was afraid, but not finding him in this room. I took several deep breaths, not wanting to fall apart, and hoping I could be an adult about this.
“Do you need something to drink?” That small compassion made me hope that the man I’d fallen for was still in there somewhere.
“No, Sir.” I just needed to get this over with. If he was sending me away then I wanted the truth and not to delay it any longer.
With a brief nod, he opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a manila folder. “This is a contract and it explains the things I need from a submissive. I want you to read this over completely and then go back over it again. Any questions or concerns you have, need to be addressed. We’ll negotiate terms.”
I remembered what he’d said to Damon last night abo
ut negotiation, and suddenly I understood. He wasn’t sending me away. In those papers were the conditions of my staying with him, and I really didn’t need to read them. I wanted to be here more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. “I don’t care what it says. I want to stay, Sir.” I took in a deep breath, not even aware that I’d been holding it.
His hand landed down on the desk with a harsh slap and I was startled when I looked up seeing the anger in his eyes. “That’s not acceptable, Gina. This is why I’m afraid of allowing you to stay. I can’t read your mind so you have to tell me your limits, and be aware of your personal needs. I’m not sure you are yet.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Those stupid emotional tears filled my eyes again. I glanced down to prevent him from seeing them.
He was around that desk, turning my chair, pulling me into his arms before I could take my next breath. “Don’t, sweet girl. Your tears are beautiful when they come in painful pleasure, but in doubt? They unman me.” Luca held me tightly and I needed that so much that it started a waterfall of emotion. I didn’t mean to break down. I’d hidden the pain I’d suffered my entire life, but with him there was no barrier. He’d destroyed all those walls that I’d built up and I was helpless to hide what I felt.
“The outside world will never understand that submission is not subjugation to another person, it’s letting yourself be free of all those things that hold you back from experiencing the greatest sexual pleasure. I don’t want to accept the gift you’re offering if it comes at the point of your growth as a person. Can you understand that, Gina?”
Sniffling through my tears, I wasn’t sure if I did. “No, Sir. All I know is that if I walk out your door my heart will break, and I’ll never get over you.” I held him even tighter, terrified that he’d send me away.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He stroked my hair tenderly, and I was surprised to feel those strong hands trembling. He was my Luca. Invincible. Strong. Intelligent. All alpha male, so knowing that he had a weakness and that for some unimaginable reason it was my feelings, shook me to my core. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you emotionally.”
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