Sofia
“Mine,” Luca murmurs again, and I see his hand go to his trousers, his palm rubbing over the thick ridge that I can see straining against the black fabric. “That’s for the first lie, Sofia.”
I whimper, staring up at him in confusion. What could possibly come next?
“I’ve wondered what that sweet pussy might taste like,” he murmurs, stroking a finger down my inner thigh. His fingertip brushes over the healing cut there, and I shudder. “Do you want me to eat you, Sofia? Do you want me to lick my pussy?”
Oh god.I can’t even form words. Luca starts to unbutton his shirt as I stare up at him, revealing his muscled chest button by button, the smooth tanned skin there making my mouth go dry all over again with desire. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, chiseled like a movie star, every perfect inch of him made for women to lust after. I don’t want to be one of those women, just another in the long line that’s passed through his bed, but it’s impossible to deny how I feel right now. How, if I lost the last shred of control I’m clinging to, I’d beg for him inside of me again.
He slides down the bed as his shirt falls open, his hands on my inner thighs as he spreads me wider, and I feel his warm breath on my skin as he breathes in deeply. My face flushes red as I realize that he’s breathing in my scent, that in a moment, he’s going totasteme. No one has ever done that—before Luca, I’d only ever been kissed before, and not well. I never even imagined letting a man put his mouth on me there. But suddenly, Luca’s lips are brushing across me, and not only is he not turned off by it, I swear I hear him groan as his tongue flicks out to drag along the crease, not quite delving deeper yet.
He pulls back slightly, his hands sliding inwards, and then to my horror, he spreads me open with his fingers, displaying me lewdly right in front of his eyes.He can seeallof me,I realize, my skin burning as Luca takes in the sight of my pussy spread open for him like a feast.
I’m so distracted by it that I can’t stop my reaction when he licks me for the first time, his tongue running from my entrance up to my clit in a long stroke that makes me cry out, a sound that turns to a breathless gasp as the new sensation washes over me. I’ve never felt anything like it before, never evenimaginedit. I writhe helplessly under his touch as his tongue circles my clit, lapping at the small, aching bud until I’m whimpering with a pleasure I never thought existed. I can feel myself starting to slip away, my determination not to give in, not to let Luca know how good it feels, fading into nothingness as his tongue licks and teases me to the edge of orgasm again.
“Oh—oh, god!” I shriek as he flutters it around my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance. Luca jerks back immediately, sitting up between my thighs with a satisfied smirk on his face as I writhe helplessly on the bed, my hips arching upwards for a mouth that’s no longer there.
“Please—oh god, please—” I bite my lower lip hard, trying to stop myself from begging for more. Every inch of my body feels electrified, brought to the peak twice now and then denied. I look at the gorgeous man kneeling between my legs with the kind of desperation I’d never thought I would ever feel for anything sexual in my life.
“Do you want to come?” He strokes my inner thigh, and I squeeze his hand between my legs. “So needy. So wet. Tell me what you imagined when you touched yourself, Sofia. Tell me what turned you on so much that you had to make my pussy come without me there.”
“Luca—” I gasp his name as he pulls his hand back, reaching for his zipper and drawing it down slowly. “Luca, please, I can’t take any more.”
“Then just tell me.” He taps his fingers on my mound, and I whimper. “Did you like my mouth on you? Did you like feeling my tongue while I ate you out?”
I bite my lip hard, refusing to answer. To tell himyes, oh my god, yes, it felt so fucking good,which is exactly what’s running through my head right now.
“That was for the second lie.” Luca smiles. “And this is for the third.”
He pulls his cock out then, and I can feel my eyes widen when I see it in his hand. He’s impossibly hard, thick, and more erect than even on our wedding night, and I can tell that what he’s doing to me is turning him on, too. I can see the fluid shimmering at the tip, and Luca reaches up, spreading it around with his thumb as he strokes himself once, very slowly, his hand resting at the base and squeezing.
“You said you wouldn’t—” I can’t finish the sentence. If he decided to thrust every inch of himself into me right now, I wouldn’t be able to say no. I want relief, an orgasm, and I’d take anything that would give it to me. My body is trembling with it, wound taut, but deep down, I’m terrified of how I’ll respond if he does, how much I’ll give him if Luca decides to fuck me right now.Please don’t, I think desperately, and then in the same moment,oh god, please, yes.
I’ll lose it if he does. I’ll come screaming around his cock, and he’ll know then exactly how much I want him, what I was thinking about when I lost control and touched myself.
But if we ever have sex again, I want him to lose control too, like he did for a moment on our wedding night. And the Luca kneeling between my legs right now is entirely in control. Every inch of him is tense and rigid with it, perfectly disciplined. It’s me that’s losing it, squirming on the bed with desperate need.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Luca repeats. “But you’ll wish that I would by the time I’m done.”
He moves forward, his thick length gripped in his fist, pushing my legs even farther apart to make room so that I’m completely spread-eagled. I can feel my pussy spread open for him, my clit lewdly on display, the cool air of the room brushing over my soaked flesh as Luca’s hips push forward—and the head of his cock presses against my clit.
I scream. All of the need bubbles up inside of me as I feel the velvet head pushing against my aching, wet, over-sensitive skin, and my hips arch up, grinding against him, wanting more.
“Be still!” Luca’s voice fills the room, commanding, ordering, and I freeze, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I think surely he can see it. “Don’t fucking move,” he warns. “Or I’ll do this to you every night. I’ll tie you up in bed and leave you wet and begging every morning, and you’ll stay there until I come home.”
He’d do it. At that moment, I absolutely believe that he would. And so, against every instinct I have, I lie perfectly still as the gorgeous man between my legs looks down at my exposed pussy, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit as he groans with pleasure.
I’m completely gone. He’s so fucking handsome, his black button-down shirt hanging open to reveal his muscled chest, his forearm flexing as he strokes his shaft, rubbing the tip against me in small circles. His eyes are dark and full of emotions I can’t name—lust, anger, frustration—all of which I can feel emanating off him in waves. This is a man with wealth, with power, with a thousand men and more at his command, and right now, I’m completely under his control, too.
But no matter how much he might say I’m here for punishment, he wants me just as much. I can see the evidence of that right in front of my eyes, thick and hard and throbbing as Luca’s gaze rakes over my naked, quivering body again and again as he rubs me to the edge of orgasm for the third time, this time using his cock like a sex toy until I’m moaning helplessly, wishing more than anything that this will be the one where he lets me come.
But of course, right as I start to tense, gasping, Luca pulls back, his hand still firmly on his cock as he moves backward.
I almost burst into tears with frustration, my eyes burning as I stare up at him. “Please,” I whisper. “I need to come. Please.”
The words slip past my lips before I can stop them. Luca’s hand doesn’t move, not stroking, just holding his cock, pointing it at me like a weapon.
“Whose pussy is that?” His voice is hoarse, the way it was on our wedding night.