Gianni
“Why… why are you here?” Her chest rises and falls erratically, and she backs away like she wants to put another closed door between us.
The sight of her reaching for the knob breaks the fog of desire that’s left me speechless. “You think a closed door will stop me? You’re supposed to be a smart girl.”
“I—I don’t understand.”
“Then let me explain.” I lift an arm, curling my fingers in a beckoning gesture. It’s this or charge across the room and ravish her on the floor. I’m barely in control of myself.
My gaze darts over her, taking in every inch of creamy flesh. I follow a bead of water as it rolls down her chest, soaking into the towel, barely covering the swell of her tits.
Will she run? Part of me hopes she does. I’d chase her down, and fuck her hard against the floor, just to teach her a lesson. She only hesitates a moment before taking the first step. That’s the hardest part, taking the first step into the unknown. But it’s not really the unknown that gets you; it’s the fear of leaving what you know, what you understand.
Now she’s mine.
She’s made her decision.
She chose to obey, and now she is mine.
“What I really came here for was to punish you,” I murmur as she crosses the room and stumbles over her feet at the announcement. “Don’t worry. That’s not what’s on my mind now.”
“What is?” Her voice cracks, matching the fear in her eyes.
“Come here, and I’ll show you.”
Somehow, she trusts me enough to carry her the rest of the way to the bed. Her smooth brow furrows in confusion just the same. “Gianni… I don’t… we shouldn’t. What’s already happened between us was wrong.”
“Since when do you decide what happens and what doesn’t?” She flinches at my tone. “I came here to punish you, but I’ve reconsidered. I could change my mind again if you would prefer my hand to redden your ass instead.”
She shakes her head, eyes wide.
“I thought so.” My hand clenches into a fist again, only now it’s a need to touch, not to strike. I need that towel gone. I have to see her, to drink in her milky flesh.
I trail a fingertip down her arm. So soft, I almost wonder whether she’s human. “The other night, I was cruel to you in my office. I shouldn’t have ended things the way I did, and you deserve an apology for my asshole behavior.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, and even if you did, you don’t have to apologize.”
I close my hand around her wrist, tight enough to make her wince. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. And since I’m feeling merciful, I’ll warn you I’m not the type of man that will be told what to do, so in the future, keep that in mind.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, averting her gaze. It’s almost too easy to break her down. Her natural submission makes me want to bend her to my will.
Taking the hem of the towel, I let it slide between my fingers. “It’s rare for me to apologize for anything, but I’m not so prideful that I won’t admit when I’m wrong. And I was. I’m sorry for being an asshole. For scaring you.”
Rising from the bed, I tower over her trembling form. Delicate. Fragile. She brings out every protective instinct I have. “But don’t think that means you can fucking avoid me again. That’s what almost got you spanked until you couldn’t sit for a week. No more hiding from me. Understood?”
She hesitates for a split second. But that’s all it takes to shatter my resolve. One quick tug and the towel drops to the floor. A gasp escapes her parted lips, but she doesn’t try to cover herself. She knows better than to hide from me.
The air in my chest stills. Every inch my gaze lands upon is more perfect than the last. Rosy nipples stand at attention on her firm tits, begging to be sucked. A taut stomach and slim waist that tapers out gracefully into hips that are used for fucking. To hold her in place while I claim every hole in her body.
“Understood?” I grit out, almost too consumed to speak.
Her white teeth sink into her plump bottom lip—sensual, uncertain—but it’s the lust swirling in the depths of her blue eyes that steals my breath and hardens my cock further. “Yes.”
“Do you see what you do to me?” I rub my hand over the almost painful erection she’s caused.
Her gaze darts down, then back up again, and the flush on her cheeks tells me what she’s thinking. I doubt the piece of shit she dated had the first clue what to do with her or how to treat her.
“I’m afraid I need something from you,” I murmur, stroking her downy cheek. Her eyes drift shut, and she leans ever so slightly into my touch.
“Hmm?” She’s already lost under the spell binding us together.
“I’m going to need to see your pretty mouth full of my cock.” She exhales softly at my words, followed by the brushing of my thumb over her lips. They’ll feel like heaven parted around me. “I need to see your pretty mouth struggle to take every inch of my cock while I fuck your throat.”
A soft whimper sends warm air across my thumb. “Do you want that?” I whisper, watching in fascination as her nipples tighten and goosebumps pebble her flesh. It’s almost too easy.
Her cheeks turn crimson before she nods.
“I need you to say it,” I prompt, barely holding onto the last shreds of self-control. “Tell me, Caterina.”
I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do if she denies me.
“Yes.” Her lips form the word, but hardly a sound comes out.
It’s enough. It’ll have to be. I can’t wait another minute. “Prove it to me. Get on your knees.”
She wastes no time, and her eagerness leaves precum soaking into my boxers. The anticipation threatens to stop my racing heart. “Now, take my cock out,” I croak, stroking her wet hair tenderly, watching her trembling hands work my belt.
“I’m sure that stupid piece of shit ex of yours never fucked your throat the way I’m going to,” I mutter as she continues, turning to my fly once the belt is open.
She makes the briefest eye contact in the heartbeat before her small hand closes around my shaft. I suck a strangled gasp between my teeth when the sensation explodes from that point of contact, tickling my balls and shooting up my spine. Nothing in the world compares to this. The control. The promise of using her for my pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, my fingers tugging her strands. “Take me out. Open your mouth and let me slide inside.”
“I don’t know if I can take all of you,” she replies innocently.
Fuck me. I’d laugh if I didn’t know she meant it. I’m sure I’m bigger than the pathetic piece of shit she had before. “Be a good girl and try. Make me happy. Work my cock into your mouth and suck it good.”
Her tongue peeks out from between her lips, moistening them before she leans in to take her first lick of my swollen head. Sheer lust flares to life and threatens to burn me to ash. Jesus. I could come right now, but I won’t.
“More,” I grunt, my teeth gritted against the urge to thrust, fill, and take. “I want you choking on me. I need to hear your gags and see your tears.”
When she hesitates, there’s no holding back. Not when her lips grip me so firmly, snapping my control in two. I press my hips forward, shoving myself past her lips and halfway to her throat.
Her blue eyes bulge, and she emits a strangled choking noise, but I’m far too gone, savoring the wet heat enveloping me, to care. If anything, her reaction adds to the thrill. Still, the thought of terrifying her, of hurting her, leaves me unsettled.
“Relax your throat. You’re taking it all.” I inch deeper and deeper. I can see her panic building. Her crescent-shaped fingernails dig into my still-clothed thighs. “Just like you always dreamed of. You did, didn’t you? You dreamed about choking on my dick. I know you did because I dreamed about fucking your throat, and let me tell you, the dream doesn’t even fucking compare to reality.”
I try to work myself into her slowly, but I’ve already reached my breaking point. By the time I’m balls deep, she’s groaning around me, struggling to contain all of my girth, fighting to suck in air with her nose buried against my base. “Such a good, eager girl,” I whisper in praise. “You look so pretty on your knees with my cock in your mouth. I’ve never seen anything prettier.”
I give her quick, deep strokes until tears slip from her eyes and slide down the apples of her cheeks. “I’m only giving you what you’ve craved,” I remind her as she fights to adjust to my pace. “I’ve seen you looking at me, and I know what you think about at night when you’re alone. Don’t you dream of this while you touch your pussy?”
She tries to nod, groaning her affirmation, earning a thrust deep enough to make her gag.
“So beautiful with your mouth full of cock.” Her head fits perfectly in my hands, and I cradle it while I pump my hips forward. “With your lips stretched out and your cheeks hollowed. I love seeing you struggle to take me deeper, to swallow more of my cock.” And I do.
The pleasure builds brick by brick at the base of my spine. It’s sheer bliss. Her choked cries, the saliva that dribbles out of her mouth and down my balls. The complete control she so willingly hands over.
“Is this making your pussy wet?” I drive myself deep enough to make her groan. I want to see the imprint of my cock in her throat. “I bet it’s weeping with jealousy. Is it dripping down your thighs? It wants my cock, too. Doesn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm.” She grips my thighs, bracing herself as if she expects—wants—more.
“Show me how much you want it. Take it all. Suck me hard.” The pressure from her mouth increases until the pleasure already building in my balls reaches its peak. “Fuck, you’re going to suck the cum right out of my balls.”
My words only encourage her, and she sucks harder, and that, with the friction of her warm mouth around my cock, shatters me.
“I’m gonna come,” I rasp, my hips pumping erratically in the final stretch. “Have you ever swallowed before?”
She shakes her head, and the elation that fills my chest is indescribable. “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now, get ready because you’re going to swallow every drop I give you.”
My grip on the back of her head is firm enough that she’s going nowhere. She has no choice. She’ll take what I give her.
“Every drop you miss, you’re licking off the floor,” I hiss through my teeth.
The last of it is barely out of my mouth before the release overtakes me. A blast of cum explodes from my balls straight down her throat. Spurt after spurt fills her mouth, and I grunt in relief, my muscles tightening until there’s nothing left to do but withdraw my softening cock from her flooded mouth.
I watch with adoration as she obeys, her throat working to swallow what I gave her. She didn’t miss a drop, either. Sagging against me, she appears relieved.
“Good girl.” Taking her chin in my hand, I raise her head, smiling down at her with pride. “You did so fucking good.”
She glows from the praise even as she fights to catch her breath.
“And so beautiful,” I marvel, stroking away the tears that linger on her flushed cheeks. She trembles and gasps for air, tits rising and falling with each shaky breath. “So exquisite.”
When she offers a trembling smile, something inside me breaks. Something I doubt I’ll ever be able to put back together—if I even want to.
“And you’re mine,” I add, meaning it with every ounce of me.