Chapter 19
Eventually he pulls back from our kiss, staring into my eyes with a haunted expression on his rugged features. “I won’t lose you as well, Red.”
I sigh heavily, swinging my legs over his lap so I’m straddling him, the fitted skirt of my dress hitching all the way up so my panties are exposed. Running my hands up his arms softly, I lace them behind his neck, holding on to him. “I’m not making empty promises, we both know that’s not what this relationship is. But I can assure you, you won’t lose me. There is something here, and I want to stick around and work out what it is. But you have to ease up on the crazy a little. I don’t want to feel like a caged animal.”
His hands travel down to my hips, and he pulls me closer, the warmth of his body creating an inferno between us. How can I be so angry with this man one minute but want him like crazy the next? Him opening up to me helps. Finally gaining insight into his personality, that helps to complete the puzzle of who he is. His head dips to my neck and he places a line of kisses all the way to my earlobe, where he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, nipping me. I let out a breathy moan, my body begging him for more. He likes to inflict pain, that much is obvious, and for whatever fucked up reason, it turns me the fuck on.
“Why can’t you just let me take care of you?”
My brow raises as I place a hand on his chest, distancing us as I stare him down. He’s like a dog with a fucking bone. “There are many ways you can take care of me. Stalking my every move and demanding I don’t see the Moretti brothers isn’t going to work for me.” My words are bitchy as can be, but what did he expect? What he has been doing since I got here is more than taking care of me. It’s obsessive and a little fucked up if I’m completely honest.
He adjusts his legs, moving so he’s more relaxed, leaning back in his chair, and his hands slip from my waist to my ass. He cups my ass cheeks roughly, sending a wave of arousal through me. Every move this man makes is deliberate. He knows how my body reacts to him, and right now, he’s using it to his advantage. “What did you have in mind then, Red?”
Inhaling sharply, I think on his question. This is a dangerous game I’m playing with him. What do I have in mind? I want him like crazy, God knows it’s true. But this push and pull between us is messing with my head. And I know fucking him right now isn’t going to fix the long list of problems arising by the day.
Once again, he comes closer, his lips barely grazing mine, teasing me just enough to pull me out of my spiraling thoughts and back into the present moment with him. Being this close to him is risky. I push up onto my feet, knowing I need to get some space. But before I can move away, he takes hold of my wrists, pulling me back onto his lap, his rock-hard erection pressing into me, sending a jolt of energy buzzing to my lady parts. Fuck.
“How can I take care of you?” he says more flirtatiously, his green eyes gleaming with desire. He has me trapped on his lap. The truth is, if I wanted to, I know I could tell him to fuck off and he would let me go. But he likes to play these games with me, it turns him on.
Like the needy little thing I am for him, I rock my hips over his lap, dragging my pussy over his erection, teasing him just as much as he is me. “I like it when we work out together and that you’re helping to make me stronger so I can protect myself.”
He watches me, his eyes growing darker and more intense by the second.
“I also like that you’ve given me a job, especially one where I can use my skills.” I know what he’s getting at, but I want to mess with him a little bit. It’s more fun this way. Can’t go giving him all the control, even though the thought of him dominating my body right now is enough to ignite a dangerous flutter inside of me. With my pussy rubbing against his crotch, I’m dripping wet and begging for him to fill me up.
“Ahem. But what can I do to take care of you right now?” The warmth of his gaze settles over my body, eating up every inch of me.
I bat my lashes, trying to be seductively cute. “You’re asking me what I want? I thought you liked to take charge and demand I take whatever you have for me. Normally it’s your cock.” I gently run my tongue along my lips, savoring the sensation and the look in his eyes as he’s imagining my lips on him. I have the sudden urge to get down on my knees and taste him.
His lips turn up at the sides in amusement. “Is that how you want me to take care of you? You want me to satisfy your greedy little body. Fill your mouth and your pussy, take what I want from you. While you be a good little girl for me, and do as I say while I make you cum? I fucking knew you were perfect for me.”
I shrug. I mean, I kind of like it when he gets all bossy when we’re fucking around, it’s hot. And right now, it would be a playful distraction from the terrible reality we both face.
“Tell me what you want, Red,” he says with more force, getting frustrated with me. He needs to hear me say it.
“I like it when you take care of my body,” I purr, the heat in his eyes disarming every part of me. I’m already a needy mess, and I have no more sass left in me. I could cum right now if he uttered the word, just from his deep commanding voice.
“There is a side to me I haven’t shown you yet, Red, I want to push your boundaries,” he warns me.
“Okay.” My long lashes flutter as I stare up at him giving him the go ahead. “I want that too, very much.”
His lips twitch, but I can see he is trying to keep it together, trying to explain exactly how fucked up he is. “I know my plans might not always be what you’d choose, but I promise they’ll be what you truly need.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. What the hell is he going to do to me?
“Do you trust me to take care of your needs?” he asks.
Do I trust him? I want to. I know he won’t do anything to really hurt me. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Right now, I think you need something to satisfy that pretty little mouth of yours. On your knees.” His tone changes, and my heart flutters at the dominance. Fuck yes, I want to suck his cock. “Do you remember the name I gave you when we first met?”
“Ian?” I answer him, not sure why it’s relevant at a time like this.
“It’s your safe word, if you want me to pause or stop if this gets too much for you.” He releases my hands, and I stand on wobbly legs, bending carefully to my knees in front of him.
He unbuckles his belt and slips it from his pants, holding it in one hand above me. “How about we play a game. You do everything I say just the way I say it, like a good little girl, and I’ll let you cum. But if you don’t, I’ll use this on your ass.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes locking with his. Why does the idea of him spanking me turn me on? With a silly smile on my face, I nod, agreeing to his terms.
He runs the belt over my back seductively. “I want to hear you say it, Red.”
I clench my thighs together, my pussy pulsing with desire. “I’ll do everything you say, or you get to spank my ass with your belt.” I repeat his words, another thrill of excitement running through me, coating my panties.
A satisfied grin paints his full lips; he’s getting a real kick out of this game. “Better.” He shuffles to the edge of the seat so I have better access to him. “Undo my pants and wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”
My hands can’t work fast enough, grabbing for his fly. Unzipping it, I let his massive cock spring free. I run my hands over his hardness, stroking him. The skin is silky smooth, but he’s so damn hard, the tip beading with precum already. I flick out my tongue and tilt my head so I can take him in my mouth, moaning as I slip my lips over his thick length.
Through hooded eyes, I peep up at him as he hisses out a breath. I love the way I can bring this powerful man undone in seconds, just as well as he does me. I let my tongue explore him, licking all the way down to his balls and back up to the tip.
He groans again, his eyes meeting mine. The belt runs over my ass in a warning. “Stop toying with me, Red. I want you to take all of me in that luscious mouth of yours.”
I nod, attempting to take his entire cock in my mouth, but as soon as it hits the back of my throat, it triggers my gag reflex and I have to back off before I choke.
I see the warning in his dark gaze. “Try again, this time with your hands behind your back; you move them and I will spank you.”
I lace my fingers together behind my back then pop up on my knees higher, trying to get a better angle, taking all of him again, desperate to please him. Not because I’m scared of him spanking me if I can’t but because I need his praise. Again, I take him as far as I can then gag, my hands flying to his thighs to get some of the control back as I suck in a deep breath.
“Hands behind your back,” he warns me, and I know I have fucked up already. But feeling out of control is triggering me in a way I didn’t expect.
I do as I’m told, lacing them together behind my back, staring up at him.
He looks down at me, disappointed. His hands coming to my hair, he pulls it off my face, twisting it around his fist before tilting my head back a little further. “Last chance,” he warns before thrusting into my mouth again.
This time I empty out my cheeks and take all of him. My eyes water from the tight grip he has on my hair, but when I see the satisfaction in his eyes, I don’t care. He releases the makeshift ponytail he was holding and picks up the belt again. Slipping it behind my neck and holding the two sides in each of his hands, so he can instead use it to control the pace I’m sucking him off with, he pulls me back down onto him, and I take his cock as far as I can, saliva dribbling out of the side of my mouth.
“Good girl,” he praises me. I let my eyes close so I can focus on the movement alone, taking every deep thrust he has for me. And every time he praises me, I melt a little more inside. Even though this is rough, it’s unbelievably hot, and my pussy throbs with need.
“Look at me, Red.” He loosens his grip on the belt a little so I can pull back. “I’m going to cum and you’re going to drink every last bit down, do you understand?” Then he slams back into me again.
I nod as best I can with him thrusting inside of me. Saliva dribbles down my chin and tears wet my cheeks at the force he’s using. The tightness of the belt around the back of my head. But I hear his request.
He plunges forward with more intensity, and before I know it, thick spurts of semen are filling my mouth. I try to swallow it all down, but with the angle he has me at, it’s impossible and some escapes, dripping down my chin. When he’s finished, he releases the belt and sits back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his gorgeous face.
I fall back to my heels, trying to catch my breath. That was a lot.
He reaches out and brushes my chin, wiping away the mess he left in a way that tells me I didn’t quite do what he asked of me. I didn’t swallow all of him. Fuck. “You still have so much to learn.” His words hold an edge of disappointment, and I know I’ve fucked up.
His hands come to mine sweetly, and he helps me up to standing. “Get that sexy-as-fuck dress off and lean over my desk,” he growls out.
A shiver runs over me, a thrill of excitement and anticipation I don’t understand. I didn’t do exactly what he said and now he’s going to punish me. And my desperate body is excited for it.
I watch, a little disappointed, as he fixes his pants back in place. I wanted him to fuck me. “Now, Red!” He stands, towering over me, forcing me to stare up at him.
Fuck. That wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he’s going to enjoy this way too much. I unzip my dress and slip it over my head, placing it over a spare office chair. I turn back to him in just my black lace panties and bra.
He tilts his head toward his desk, and I wonder where I’m supposed to lean over. There is a keyboard in the center and stacks of paper to either side. But as I’m thinking it, he shoves his keyboard aside and pats the middle of his desk, inviting me.
Tentatively I lean over the desk, my ass facing him. He runs a hand over each cheek, letting out a groan. “Your skin is so fucking milky, I bet you mark beautifully.”
My pussy clenches. I have no idea why, but I’m so fucking turned on with his hands touching me so lightly with a promise of what’s to come.
He moves my face, positioning my long hair over my shoulder and out of my way so I’m looking directly at him. “Keep your eyes on me,” he demands, running the belt through his fingers. “You remember your safe word?”
“Ian,” I squeak, not able to find other words.
All I can do is stare at him. He’s gorgeous like this, in control and showing off so much power in his dark shirt rolled up at the sleeves and tailored pants. His lips twitch up at the sides. “Count with me. You will receive five swats with my belt: two for using your hands when I told you not to, and three for not swallowing all of my release.”
Jesus! What was my safe word again?
Whack . The first one cracks down on my left cheek, and I flinch. I knew it was going to happen, but the overwhelming sting is still a surprise.
Fuck. My eyes water instantly.
“I can’t hear you,” he says, rubbing my ass where the belt mark is still stinging like a bitch.
And I remember I’m supposed to be counting. “One,” I whimper.
Whack! This time he moves his belt to the other cheek.
I have to bite my lip to stop from crying out. “Two,” I mutter before he can ask me again.
“Good girl.” He whacks me again quickly on each cheek, but not as hard this time, more of a swat.
“Three, four,” I cry, tears now streaming down my cheeks. This is harder than I expected. My eyes close as I try and block out the throbbing pain now radiating off my ass cheeks.
“One more, beautiful, look at me.” I flick my eyes open, staring at him, the intensity in his eyes going right through to my soul. This is Geovani at his best, playing with pain. This is what really makes him tick, and I knew it already but seeing it is a lot. His hand massages lightly over my ass cheeks. “You are so fucking perfect, Harley.” He cracks the belt over my ass again, and this time I cry out, the burn of the belt too much to take.
He leans over me, his lips meeting mine and covering the sobs wracking through me with his kiss. I grab hold of his neck, needing his love, needing the softer side of him after what he just did to me. He kisses me back with so much intensity. I feel like I just survived a test of sorts. Before I have had enough, he moves away from me again. His knees get in between my legs and knocks them out wider. And before I know what’s happening, his fingers are deep inside of my pussy, sending a wave of pleasure through me I have never experienced before. It’s like I’m alive for the first time. The mixture of pleasure and pain is unlike anything else I have ever felt. My moans and pleas for more fill the room.
“So, fucking wet for me, Red. See how much you like me taking control of your body and using you for my own pleasure.”
I can’t deny it. I’m dripping wet and even I don’t understand why.
His other hand runs over my sore ass. “You marked so beautifully for me. I might just let you cum after all.”
“Please,” I cry, so desperate I’m shivering.
“That’s it, Red, beg me.”
“I need to cum.” The words tremble out, all breathy and desperate. “Please, Geo, let me.”
I look over my shoulder to see his pants drop to the floor, his massive cock hard and throbbing with need. “Fuck,” I mutter, a wave of trepidation coming over me.
He spreads my legs wider with his feet, knocking me off balance. I grip the edge of his desk for support to prevent me flying across the office. I feel him at my entrance, and he wastes no time filling me in one sharp thrust.
I moan out, and my cry echoes through the quiet room.
His other hand drops between my legs and toys with my clit, rubbing in slow tender circles as he leisurely pumps in and out of me. Shivers wrack my body. And I know I’m about to tip over the edge, but I’m not sure if I’m allowed to or not. And I don’t want to fuck up again. Five lashings with that belt are more than I can take.
“Geovani,” I utter his name in warning as I grip on the table in front of me, my nails digging into the wood.
He leans over my body and places a kiss to my lips, his tongue edging inside my mouth. I kiss him desperately, pushing my ass back trying to get more traction, needing him deeper, harder. And like he knows, he gives me everything I’m craving.
He fucks me like it’s a challenge, shoving me forward with his hands on my hips, his fingers biting into the soft fleshy skin there. He sends the desk scraping across the concrete floor, but he doesn’t care about destroying his furniture. And I’m here for it. Every damn second of his hate screwing or whatever this is. “Cum for me, Red.”
With him giving me the okay, I let out a sigh of relief and fall apart, my body shaking violently with the waves of pleasure coursing through me. Holy fucking fuck. That was. Insane. I hate him even more than ever before, but I think I just fell a little more in love with him as well.
Before I know what’s happening, he is collecting my shattered body up in his arms and carrying me back through the apartment, up the stairs and to our bathroom. Still cradling me in his arms, he flicks on the shower and kisses my lips, looking at me like all his dreams have just come true.