40. Juliet
Chapter 40
Juliet
Well, this is awkward.
It was simpler in my mind, but my mouth and tongue refused to work with me to get my words out. I kind of wish I had my confidence from last night, or at least the vibes we had going on. Maybe I should have pushed to talk last night when he decided for us.
"Can we not do this like some kind of business meeting?" I struggled out in a nervous voice, sliding down in my seat a bit.
His amused chuckle only aggravated me, and the temptation to snatch the stapler off his desk and throw it at him seemed fun to give in. "You didn't have to sit across from me like that." He mused, scooting back from his desk and patting his lap. "Come get comfortable." The shit-eating grin on his face made me glare at him.
Cheeky bastard.
Grumbling under my breath, I shove myself out of my seat and drag myself over to him, plopping myself down into his lap and crossing my arms. "I don't know how to start talking about this with you," I admitted begrudgingly.
Slinging an arm across my waist, he leaned back in his seat and propped an elbow up on the armrest of his chair, resting his chin on a closed fist. Pensively, he stared at me momentarily, making me more anxious about our conversation. "When you think about this fantasy, what do you usually imagine? How does the scene play out?" He was genuinely curious and serious with his question, not one bit ridiculing.
"Uhh…" Stalling, I took a profound interest in his forearm, poking and prodding at it with my fingers. "I… Well…" How did one go about telling their boyfriend how they imagined the ways he would sexually assault them? Without sounding crazy.
Gulping, I gripped his forearm to release some of the anxious energy from me. "I guess the common one that usually pops up is you getting fed up with me holding back and dragging me to our room kicking and screaming." My voice dragged out into an awkward pause as I recollected my scattered nerves. "Another would be us going to bed, and you want sex, but I don't want to, and you just take it anyway." Then, the one I dreaded somewhat. "The only other one that likes to pop up in my mind is you bringing me home one night after you've 'bought' me and take me because I'm your property now."
Okay, maybe I was a little fucked up in the head after hearing myself say all of that out loud, especially that last one. The only reason why the last fantasy appealed to me was the aspect of a do-over, as fucked up as that sounded. The others were whacked up in their own way, or at least the reasoning behind them was.
I wanted Luciano to take me and treat me like I was nothing to him. I wanted to please him by letting him use me as he saw fit and whenever he wanted. Yeah, very fucked up of me to think about, given everything I've been through. Although, the crazier part of it all was how I wanted to be independent and strong in my own right but wanted my man to force control over me. I mean, I understood the psychology and shit behind it after doing some research to see if I belonged in a mental ward, but it still felt weird.
"Do you see this being a one-off thing with us?" At least Luciano was being kind and thoughtful about this. I doubted he would ridicule me, but the fear naturally lingered.
Tapping my lip in thought, I bobbed my head around before looking at Luciano with unsure eyes. "Yes? I figured it'd be a one-and-done with us to get it out of my system and reset my psyche… But… I don't know…" The thought of doing something like this again felt so wrong yet so exciting. On the other hand, I don't even know how I'd take this first one.
Nodding with a soft hum, Luciano smiled softly at me as he moved his hand up to cup my face gently. "We'll take it one step at a time before we decide anything. Finish one scene before thinking about the next." He decided for us, much to my pleasure, because I sure as hell wasn't gonna make a decision.
"Anything absolutely off limits? Besides the list we've come up with already at the start of this relationship." His question was met with a small 'no' and a shake of my head. "And you know the scene doesn't stop unless one of us says the safe-word or gesture?"
A small 'yes' and nod of my head followed by a pensive silence before I broke it. "Are you going to be fine with me struggling against you? As in kicking, punching, slapping, biting, spitting, and scratching." I doubt I could actually hurt him unless I went for the family jewels.
Stifling a laugh, he pinched my face between his fingers and gave it a cute little shake. "You do realize I fight people my size and bigger, right?" He mused with a chuckle. "Don't worry, whatever you plan on throwing at me, go for it." He replied with a sure smile.
A calm silence fell upon us as we looked at each other thoughtfully. Then, something in Luciano's eyes changed, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. "What are you thinking of in that empty noggin of yours?" I did not like that mischievous glimmer in his eyes one bit.
"A suggestion, and you are more than free to say no to it." He started with a hopeful smile. "What do you say to a scene where I drag you out of bed, make you wear a lovely dress of my choosing, drag you down to one of the many clubs The Syndicate owns, make you sign our marriage papers before taking your ass back to our home where I will take you how I please?"
With my wary eyes still glaring softly at him, I thought about the presented scene, letting it play out in my mind. "The papers aren't real… Right? I know I said I would marry you, but not this instant." I wanted to trust Luciano not to pull some dirty trick like that, but after what happened, I had a right to be wary.
"Yes, fake papers. Lord, you really think I'd pull one over your eyes like that? You deserve so much more than some sham like that. When we're both ready, I will get on my knees and make you cry from all the sappiness." He assured me with a chuckle and smile before pinching my cheek softly. "I have every intention of making you Mrs. Agosti officially someday, but not until you are ready."
"Then I guess I would be fine with that kind of scene." Worse comes to worse, I had our safe-word. "Well, I put it all out there, and we have added your little scene. So, whenever you are ready or want to do it, go for it." He should already know what days to avoid because of my menstrual cycle—all he had to do was go count my patches.
"I know it's on your gray area list, but just making sure, are you fine with me slapping you? I won't punch or kick you, just roughhouse you a lot and slap you a bit." He didn't sound too comfortable with the question, probably because it went against how he was as a person. Violent or not, he's never raised his hand against a woman from what he's told me—said his parents raised him better and would beat his ass if they ever found out.
Confidently, I assured him with a smile and firm nod. "Yes, I trust you to not truly harm me." He wasn't going to beat me or anything. There was a limit, and he knew it.
Shifting and turning around to straddle his lap, I reached up and nestled his face into my hands. "Are you fine with this, though? Your feelings and thoughts matter just as much as mine." It wasn't a take-and-take relationship, Dom and sub or not. The Dom's comfort and feelings should be taken into account just as much as the sub's from what I've learned.
"In theory, yes. When I think about acting it all out, I am fine with it, but performing it in real life can only be answered in the moment." Looks like we were in the same boat then—good.
Leaning up, I pressed my lips against him in a deep, breath-taking kiss. Then, when I broke the kiss, I locked my eyes with his.
"I love you, and I trust you."
Maybe I should have set a timeframe or given Luciano a list of dates because the anticipation was killing me.
Two fucking weeks and nothing.
Like, I get it; I wasn't supposed to see it coming and whatnot, but come on!
I guess I could cut him some slack, though. Luciano has been busy with the others, basically raiding the city nearly every other night. As much as I wanted him to throw me down and dick me down good, control over the city took precedence. After all, no city meant no business for The Syndicate, which meant the streets for Luciano and me. Well, maybe not the streets because Luciano had billions stashed away. If somehow he lost all his money, I could always hack some stupid sap and drain them for all they got.
Bored out of my mind, I marched myself over to the couch in my office slash gaming room and plopped down face-first with a grunt. Displeased and irritated, I grabbed a throw pillow, shoved my face into it, and let out a muffled groaning scream of sorts into it.
As I pondered what to do next to pass my boredom, my phone buzzed to life.
Get dressed.
I'm taking you out for dinner tonight.
I set out some outfits in the closet, so pick one of them.
If you think about wearing something outside of what I set out without my permission, then you better be ready to cry tonight while I'm turning that sweet ass of yours cherry red.
I'll be home in about an hour, so you have til then.
And before you ask later, yes you have to wear EVERYTHING I set out.
The only thing you get to decide is which of the outfits I set out, but everything else is non-negotiable.
"Ugh." Tossing my phone onto the coffee table, I starfished on the couch for another few minutes before dragging my ass out of my little happy haven.
I wasn't complaining or being an ungrateful brat about Luciano taking me out; that wasn't the reason for my sluggishness. It was one of those moments where I was comfortable at home and didn't really want to leave. Motivation quickly filled me when I saw the outfits Luciano hung up in our closet.
The outfits ranged from dresses to pantsuits, all being really fancy. So, wherever he planned to take me was high class, like you need to be known and rich as fuck high class. Usually, fancy restaurants weren't my jam, but the occasional date at one where Luciano spoiled me was greatly appreciated. I liked being treated like a spoiled little princess by him.
After going through what he set out, I settled on a floor-length silk dress with a flowy skirt and slit up one side that was deep wine-red in color. I wasn't too thrilled about the skimpy thong he set out, but whatever.
As I finished with my makeup, Luciano walked in with a satisfied smile the second his eyes landed on my body. "Good girl, you listened." The proudness in his voice made me smile and blush in the mirror as I fixed the strapless, sweetheart neckline of the dress.
Turning around, I watched his approaching figure with eager eyes. "Welcome home, how was work?" I greeted him with a grin and kiss on the cheek.
"Surprisingly good. Clients have been more than compliant since we started our little crusade through the streets." Luciano replied, flashing me a quick smile and kissing the top of my head.
"Give me a moment to wash up and change, then we'll head out." Whatever excitement I had turned wary at the dip in his voice. Not even the smile on his face could settle my nerves because something about the hollowness of it threw me off.
And I should have listened to my gut when it told me to cancel dinner. If I had, then I wouldn't be here in an office at one of The Syndicate-owned clubs with a gun to my back.
Now, don't get me wrong, dinner was amazing, besides the fact I was anxious the whole time. The food was amazing, obviously, and Luciano was such a delightful gentleman. But that's where it all ended. The moment we left the restaurant, he shoved me into the car and dragged me here to the club. I wasn't thrilled to be in such a place, but he said he had some business to handle.
Unfortunately, the business was me. Particularly the wedding business.
"Luciano, you can't be serious. We talked about this already, and I'm not—" All I could get out was a sharp gasp from the feeling of his gun digging deeper into my lower back as he pressed himself closer to me.
"You are, and you will marry me tonight." His voice rasped against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Sign the papers, Juliet. Don't make this harder for yourself." His cruel voice pleaded with me as he slid the gun across my back, around to my front side, and right between my legs after sneaking it under the slit of my dress.
"Luciano, this isn't funny." I placed my hands against his chest after twisting my upper body back a little.
Shoving his big chest at me, my upper body jars forward over the desk while my hips bump into the edge of it. "Who said this was supposed to be funny?" There was no playfulness in his voice as he grabbed the pen and forced it into my hand before resting his hand on the desk again. "Sign, or my gun will have a new holster." As if to push his idea across, he pressed and rubbed the length of his gun against my aching slit, making me gasp and flinch.
"You wouldn't—" Once again, I was cut off by my own gasping when I felt the chilly barrel of the gun slide against my bare cunt after he slipped it under my thong.
"Or is that what you want because you're so desperate to have anything fill you right now?" His hot breath hitting my ear sent another hot wave of excitement crashing into my body. "Don't think I haven't noticed you over the past weeks. Always getting all up on me whenever I was around, rubbing yourself over me like some desperate whore."
I reacted to his words before my brain could stop me. Whirling around, I lashed my hand out to slap him across the face, but he grabbed my wrist right before impact. Before I could make a remark, Luciano forcefully turned me back around and pressed my upper body flat against the surface of the cold glass top of the desk. "You asshole! Let me go!" Kicking my feet back, I tried to get him, but he held firm for a second before slamming his body into mine to jerk me to a stop. "If you think I'm going to agree to be your wife after everything, then you're fucking delusional." I seethed, doing my best to glare back at him.
A strain pulled my neck from him yanking my head back by my hair. "Well, you have no choice in this matter. Either you sign it and make it easy for yourself, or I force your hand, and things will be really rough for you." He warned me in a deep voice while pressing the gun harder against me.
"Y-you wouldn't dare." I let out a trembling gasp at the feeling of pressure at my entrance. "That thing's not loaded, is it?" I mean, he wouldn't put a loaded gun against my vagina, would he?
Chuckling darkly, he bit my ear hard, making me whimper and flinch. "Sweetheart, why on earth would I carry an unloaded gun?" My attention barely went to his words because I was more focused on the pressure at my entrance.
Is he really going to fuck me with a gun?
My legs threatened to buckle under me when he pressed the end of the gun harder against me to where I feared the slightest movement would cause it to slip into me. "But, you wouldn't actually do it… Right?" Right!? I mean, we talked about how I would be fine with being fucked by objects and toys and such, within reason. A gun definitely didn't fall into the gray or white zone… I think.
"Do you really want to test that?" He challenged with a nudge and cruel chuckle.
Not wanting to risk having a gun shoved up my cunt, I frantically snatched the pen up and signed my life away. I feared the glass would shatter from how hard I slammed the pen down when I was done. "There. Happy? Now take the gun away and let me go—ah!" The sudden blood rushing to my head from having my body hauled over Luciano's shoulder quickly shut me up for a moment. "Asshole! Put me down!" My fists pounded against his back in protest while I flailed my legs to try and kick his front side.
The struggle didn't last long. I ceased the moment he delivered a few hard smacks to my ass and warned me to behave, or he'd have me between his legs on the car ride home. Things were good until I tried to make a run for freedom the moment we got home. Unfortunately, I didn't get far because Luciano was much faster than I anticipated.
With my hair bunched up in his fist, he dragged me into the house behind him. "Ow! Stop! Let me go! You're hurting me!" Okay, it wasn't that bad, but I wanted to complain.
Glaring back at me in warning, he pushed me onto my knees and dragged me before him. "Shut your mouth before I do it for you." His deep voice sounded so loud coming down on me, and he looked more menacing from down on the ground.
Letting out an angry outcry, I slammed my fist against his thigh repeatedly. "Then let me go, and I'll shut up. Better yet, let me go and go rip those papers up, you psycho." I seethed up at him with a heavy scowl.
His lips softened and curled into a sardonic smile as he leaned down close to my face. "No." He flatly replied, his smile widening to a grin as he stood up straight again.
"Fuck you!" Pulling my arm back, I aimed a punch at his abdomen, only to have Luciano easily block it.
Unhappy with my actions, evident by the annoyed scowl on his face, he reached behind him and pulled his gun back out. Somewhat firmly, he pressed the end into my cheek, making my breath hitch with panic. "Luciano, this isn't funny anymore." Were we still in a scene? He wouldn't be this brazen or crazy otherwise, right? Or did he finally snap?
"You will be fucking me in a bit." Pressing the flat side of the barrel against my cheek, he slid it across and held it up for me to see the typically glistening metal barrel dulled out by my dried-up juices. "You're going to coat my cock like you did this gun."
Instinct and adrenaline kicked in fully when I felt his hold on my hair slacken. Holding my breath, I knocked the gun away with a whack of my hand and threw myself at his knees, hooking my arms around the back of it to buckle them, causing his heavy body to topple over to the ground. The instant I heard his ass hit the ground, I scrambled to my feet, booking it for the front door, only to be stopped by a bullet embedding itself into the slab of wood a few feet from me.
Holy fucking shit! That thing was loaded!? Oh my God!
I hoped to dear God he pulled out a different gun to shoot with and not the one he almost jammed up my vagina!
Sharply turning on my heel, I flew up the stairs and down the hallway, filling the hollow air with the sounds of heels clicking and heavy pants. The tense air shattered with the booming of another gunshot, followed by my shriek at the splinting wood from the impact of the bullet just a few inches from my feet.
Okay, he had to be fucking around with me. I mean, there was no way he would miss such easy shots. Unless he was being a sadistic fuck and wanted to torment me before doing the worst to me, which was a high possibility.
Then, like a damn cheesy horror movie, my ankle twists, making me trip over myself. "Motherfucker!" I hissed in pain at the burning throb in my ankle as I forced myself back up to my feet.
Pushing myself to spur forward, I haphazardly kicked my heels off as I struggled down the hallway to one of the open rooms. Given my luck, the room I happened to duck into was our room. Yeah, smart move on my end.
My hands instinctively went for the door to slam it shut, but I was too late.
Slam!
"Aah!"