“Are you jealous?”
He stands, towering over me. “No.”
With that, the mood has shifted. He washes his own body and we both rinse off. He steps out of the shower, and I follow, reaching for a towel. My finger barely brushes it before he grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder. He marches from the bathroom to the bedroom, tossing me on his bed. My heart pounds and I scramble away from him, but it’s no use. He moves over me, our wet bodies sliding against each other. But the thing I notice the most? His massive cock pressing against my stomach.
“I’m not fucking jealous of him or any other man. He did me a favor by fucking you first, so I don’t have to be gentle.”
“Please, don’t do this.”
He lowers so his nose touches the side of my face. I fight shivering at the close contact.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this, too, little bird. I felt the way your body responded to me when I caught you in the field. Youlikedit, just like you’re going to like this.”
“You’re delusional.”
He sighs. “Guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”
Grabbing my injured wrist, he pulls it toward the top of the bedframe. I cry out, but he ignores me and the pain he’s causing. Instead, he cuffs my wrist before doing the same to my other wrist. Next are my legs until I’m literally spread out before him. Standing, he goes to the nightstand next to the bed and comes back with a tube. Popping the cap, he smears a generous amount on his fingers and then rubs it between my legs. My hips lift as I try to get away from his intrusive fingers, but he doesn’t stop until I feel a warming sensation. Holy mother of god. Grinning wickedly, he takes the tube of lube and swipes it against each of my nipples. In horror, I watch as my body betrays me, becoming aroused by the tingling sensation between my legs and on my nipples.
Luca says, “I think this will go much better now.”
I want to tell him to fuck off, but all thoughts disappear when he blows on one of my nipples. It hardens, begging to be sucked. He doesn’t suck it, though. Instead, he flicks it with his finger. My hips arch off the bed, which sends another rush of moisture between my legs. My eyes water. This is so fucked up!
Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head and kisses the peaked skin. A deep moan works its way up my throat when his tongue flicks against the bud. At the same time, his other hand goes between my legs. Even if he hadn’t used lube, I’d be wet by now. He finds my clit and rubs it until my eyes close and I rock into his touch.
“Eyes open. I want you to know who’s making you feel this way.”
Again, there’s a jealous note to his voice. Is he worried that I’m thinking about Henri? The thought sends more heat rushing through my body. He covers my nipple with his mouth, licking and sucking until I’m making sounds. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. The thing is… if I’m going to die tonight, then I want to enjoy this. So, I don’t feel bad when I whisper his name, urging him on.
“That’s right, little bird. I’m the one making you feel good.”
He slips a finger inside of me and I moan.
“Yes, so good, Luca. I need more.”
“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? What do you need, little bird? Tell me.”
“Your cock. I need you to fill me.”
The words leave my lips in a rush, and I’m rewarded with a long suck on my nipple that has me whimpering as my orgasm rushes closer.
“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me!”
He moves over me, and I pant in anticipation as he rubs his cock through my folds before entering me. We both moan as he thrusts until he’s deep inside of me. He’s bigger than Henri, but not by much. My pussy is tender, but all thoughts fade as he moves again.
“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect. I knew you would be, too. Your body was made for me. This pussy was made for me.”
“Yes,” I agree.
His hand goes around my neck, and he squeezes as he looks down at me. We both know that he could end me right now, and that seems to turn both of us on. My pussy flutters as I shatter around him. Little black spots dance around my vision, but he doesn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he pounds into me while I struggle to breathe. Everything feels dull, but I can still feel him deep inside of me, as if he’s saying he’s not going to let me go until he says it’s time.
My lips part as I use the last of my oxygen. He removes his hand and comes, filling me with his cum. I shatter, too, whether from pleasure or the joy of being alive, I’m not sure. I’m still gasping for air as he pulls out of me. Holy hell, that was… intense.
He stands, his cock still hard. I’m not sure how that’s even possible. Reaching over, he presses a button that releases the cuffs on my ankles and wrists.
“Time for you to get in the cage.”
“What?”