Chapter 10
Rebekah
M y heart pounded like a kick drum, my body still pressed firmly against Luca's solid frame. My buttocks throbbed with a warm, radiating heat where he had spanked me. I’d been surprised by how erotic I’d found it. Being naughty and getting punished was absolutely delicious.
Luca's eyes bore into mine, a glint of hunger and something deeper shining through. His body, hard and unyielding against mine, betrayed his desire. I could feel his cock, already stiffening again, pressing against me. A shiver of anticipation raced up my spine, my pulse quickening with a mix of residual adrenaline and eager expectation.
"Rebekah," he murmured, my name a soft caress on his lips. "I had plans, baby girl. Plans to take this slow, to ease you into this." His eyes searched mine, a storm of desire and conflict raging within them. "But when I'm with you, all that restraint goes out the window. I can't control myself around you."
A shiver ran down my spine, and it wasn't from the chill in the air. I felt wanted, desperately so, and it was a feeling I could get drunk on. My hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him to understand that I felt the same. That I craved him just as badly.
"I don't want you to control yourself, Daddy," I whispered, the word 'Daddy' sending a thrill through me. It felt right, felt natural, and it made Luca's eyes darken with desire. "I want you. All of you."
A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Remember, 'red' if you need to stop, baby girl," he murmured against my skin. He pulled back, his gaze locked onto mine, waiting.
I nodded, the motion sure and steady. I trusted him completely. The anxiety that had been gnawing at the edges of my consciousness melted away under his steady reassurance. "I remember, Daddy," I said, the words filled with conviction.
He took my hand, his large one enveloping mine, and led me through the house. The hardwood floors creaked softly under our feet, the sound comforting and familiar. His bedroom was a sanctuary of luxury, a stark contrast to the modest home I grew up in. Animal furs and leather adorned the room, giving it a primal, masculine feel.
Luca guided me to an armoire in the corner, the wood dark and polished. He rolled open the doors, revealing an array of soft ropes, each one neatly coiled and waiting. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight. It was a visual reminder of the path we were about to embark on, a path filled with trust and exploration.
"Choose one, baby girl," he said, his voice a low rumble. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the different textures before settling on a crimson silk rope. It was soft against my skin, the color bold and vibrant.
Luca took the rope from me, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Good choice, baby girl.” He guided me to the bed, the sheets cool and crisp against my heated skin.
He took my hands in his, holding them gently as he lowered me onto the bed. My heart raced with anticipation, my body already aching for his touch. Luca knelt in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly peeled off my shirt, revealing my lace bra underneath.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of the delicate fabric. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned forward, capturing one hardened nipple between his lips. A moan escaped me at the sensation, and Luca's hands slid down to unbutton and unzip my shorts.
With careful, deliberate movements, he undressed me, baring my body to his gaze. My cheeks flamed with a mix of modesty and desire, my hands fluttering to my stomach, trying to hide, trying to shield.
"Shh," Luca soothed, his hand gently pushing mine aside. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby girl."
His words were like a balm to my insecurities and I relaxed under his touch. He kissed down my stomach and I arched into him when his lips reached the waistband of my panties. With a slow tug he pulled them down over my hips and off until I was completely naked before him.
I couldn't help but feel exposed under his intense gaze, but at the same time it was exhilarating. His eyes took in every inch of me with appreciation and hunger. It made me feel desired in a way I never had before.
Luca's gaze was reverent, his eyes tracing every curve, every line. He took a moment, just standing there, admiring me. It was unnerving, yet exhilarating, being the sole focus of his attention. Under his scrutiny, I felt beautiful, desired. I felt like his.
"You're perfect, baby girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
His eyes met mine, holding my gaze captive as he spoke. "I'm going to bind your arms, baby girl," he said, his voice steady and sure. "Lightly, at your front, so you can see each knot. So you can see how beautiful you are, all wrapped up for Daddy."
I drew in a sharp breath, my heart pounding in my chest. He took the crimson silk rope and began to wrap it around my wrists, his fingers brushing against my skin with each loop. I watched, mesmerized, as the rope came alive in his hands, twisting and turning until my arms were secured from wrist to elbow.
He paused after each knot, his eyes flicking to mine, checking for any sign of discomfort. But there was none. Every inch of rope around my wrists heightened my anticipation, sent a thrill coursing through me. My breasts were forced together, the rope gently cutting into my flesh. I admired the view, a sense of pride and belonging washing over me.
I couldn't move, not really, but I didn't want to. I wanted to stay there, bound and secure, forever. Luca's eyes roved over me, appreciating his handiwork. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, before turning to the armoire once more.
When he turned back to me, he was holding a small, silver vibrator. My breath hitched, memories of our conversation about toy play flooding back. His eyes met mine, and he noticed my glance. He picked up the vibrator, a quiet grin spreading across his face.
"Remember, baby girl," he murmured, sliding the vibrator across my thigh, the gentle hum sending tiny vibrations through me. "You can stop me whenever you like."
I gasped, my breath hitching as he moved the vibrator slowly, so slowly, over my clothes at first. The sensation was overwhelming, my nerves dancing in anticipation. He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine, gauging my reaction.
"Is this okay, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and steady. I nodded, a shaky breath escaping my lips.
"Yes, Daddy," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. His grin deepened, and he slid the vibrator higher, my breath catching in my throat. I wanted more. So much more. And he knew it.
My heart was a drum in my chest, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Luca was a silhouette between my trembling thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them apart, his warm breath tickling my sensitive skin. His eyes, those piercing hazel eyes, locked onto mine, and even in the dim light of his bedroom, I could see the hunger in them.
"Daddy," I whispered, a plea and a promise all at once. His smile was slow, deliberate, and it sent a shiver up my spine. He started at my knee, his lips soft and warm, planting gentle kisses that left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Each touch of his mouth was a spark, igniting nerves that sent electric pulses dancing through my body.
His hands, those strong, capable hands, slid under my thighs, supporting them, controlling them. I was laid bare before him, vulnerable and exposed, but there was no fear, only anticipation. His tongue traced patterns on my inner thigh, swirls and lines that made my breath hitch and my hips try to rise, but his grip was firm, pinning me down.
Oh god, oh god, oh god , was the mantra repeating in my mind, a desperate litany of need and want. I could feel the heat of his breath against my center, the slight stubble on his chin grazing my skin, and it was all I could do not to scream. My hands flexed in their restraints, the crimson silk rope a stark contrast against my pale wrists. I was bound, trapped, and utterly at his mercy. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Please," I gasped, my head tossing back, my body writhing under his touch. His chuckle was low, throaty, and sent vibrations through me that made my toes curl.
"Please what, baby girl?" he murmured, his voice a rumble against my flesh. "Tell Daddy what you want."
"Your mouth," I panted, my cheeks flaming at the words. "On me. Please."
His grin was pure male satisfaction, and when his tongue finally, finally, flicked against my clit, I swore I saw stars. My body jolted like I'd been shocked, my nerves alight with sensation. He took his time, his movements languid and precise, building the pressure slowly, torturously.
Each lick, each suck, each nip sent me spiraling higher, closer to that precipice. My breath came in short gasps, my heart hammered in my chest, and my body shook with need. His hands slid from my thighs, up my body, to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my hardened nipples. It was too much, too much, too much.
And then, with a final flick of his tongue, I was falling, tumbling over the edge, my orgasm tearing through me like a storm. My cry echoed off the walls, raw and primal, and tears pricked my eyes, blurring my vision. My body convulsed, my hips bucking against his mouth, and he held me tight, his hands steady on my thighs, his tongue drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
As I came down, my body trembling with aftershocks, I could hear his ragged breathing, feel the tension in his grip. He was holding himself back, controlling his own need, and that knowledge sent a fresh wave of warmth through me. He kissed my thighs softly, his lips gentle against my sensitized skin. His eyes found mine, and the hunger in them was barely leashed, but there was something else too, something softer, something . .. more.
I was still trembling as Luca slid up my body, his touch gentle yet firm—a stark contrast to the storm that had just ripped through me. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped during my climax. His breath was warm on my cheek as he murmured, “You did so well, little one. I’m proud of you.”
His words sent a flush of heat through me, and I tried to form a response, but my mind was a whirl of sensation and emotion. All I managed was a soft whimper, clinging to him as tightly as the rope around my wrists allowed. I could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against my chest, grounding me.
“I want more, Daddy,” I breathed.
“Don’t you worry. I’m going to give you everything.”
Suddenly, a gentle hum filled the air, and my heart rate kicked up a notch. I recognized that sound—I had seen the slim vibrator among his things earlier—and a thrill of anticipation mixed with a touch of fear coursed through me.
Luca’s gaze held mine as he traced the buzzing tip along my inner thigh, making my muscles jump. “Too much,” I gasped, my eyes widening as the sensation became almost unbearable. Yet, there was a part of me that didn’t want him to stop—a part that craved the intensity, the release.
He must have seen it in my eyes because he leaned in, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Just breathe, baby girl,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
My toes curled into the soft sheets as he moved the vibrator higher, tracing it along my still-sensitive folds. Each new pulse sent a jolt through me, pushing me closer and closer to that precipice again. I could feel my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. It was too much, too intense, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to dive headfirst into the storm, knowing that Luca would be there to catch me.
The vibrator's hum filled my world, a persistent, delicious torment that kept me dancing on the edge of oblivion. Luca's gaze was fierce and hungry as it locked onto mine, and I could see the battle he waged with his own desire. His jaw was tight, his breath ragged, and when he spoke, it was as if he were dragging the words from some deep, primal place.
"Baby girl," he grunted, "I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a fresh wave of heat between my legs. I was bound, naked, and utterly at his mercy, yet I had never felt more powerful. I arched my hips, an invitation as old as time. "Please, Daddy," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need, "I want you inside me."
He groaned, a sound that sent a thrill through me. He kept the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit, and I watched, heart pounding, as he aligned himself with my entrance. His cock was impressive—a testament to his desire—and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of apprehension. But I wanted it. I wanted him.
When he thrust in, my world exploded. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, my nerves still thrumming from the toy's relentless vibrations. A cry tore from my throat, and I squirmed in the ropes, my bound wrists pressing against his neck. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"You're okay, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "I’ve got you."
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. He began moving in a slow, purposeful rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I drifted into that hazy subspace where nothing existed but the two of us—the feel of his body pressed against mine, the mingling of our breaths.
His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw it: the devotion, the sheer adoration shining through every thrust. It was a look that sent my heart fluttering and made my body sing. I felt safe, cherished, and utterly his.
Our voices melded into breathy moans, a symphony of our shared pleasure. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I tasted myself on him, and that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
Suddenly, he shifted, and I felt the cool tip of the vibrator pressing against my ass. My eyes widened, and he paused, giving me a chance to protest. But I trusted him, and I was curious—eager to explore that new sensation. I nodded, giving him the go-ahead.
He pushed the vibrator gently but firmly, and my world shattered. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but oh-so-good. I could feel him everywhere—filling me, surrounding me, possessing me completely. It was a pleasure I had never imagined, a closeness I had never known.
"Luca," I gasped, his name a prayer on my lips. "Daddy . . ."
His eyes never left mine, his gaze a mix of lust and tenderness. He watched me, gauging my reactions, ready to stop if it ever became too much. But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to drown in that feeling, to let it consume me completely.
Our bodies moved in sync—a dance as old as time. With each thrust, he took me higher, pushing me closer to that precipice. I could feel it building, the tension coiling in my belly, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. But I didn't want it to end. I wanted to remain there, in that moment, forever.
I was floating, adrift in a sea of sensation, with every nerve ending ablaze. Luca’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers pressing into my flesh like a claim, a brand. His eyes, fierce and tender, locked onto mine, and I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. He was my anchor in that storm of pleasure.
"Rebekah," he grunted, my name a guttural prayer on his lips. His body was slick with sweat, muscles taut as he drove into me, each thrust more urgent than the last. I could feel my body tightening around him, the coil of tension in my belly spiraling to an almost unbearable intensity.
"Daddy," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. My bound wrists rested near his neck, and I could feel his pulse racing in tandem with mine. The vibrator hummed between us, sending shockwaves through my body, pushing me closer to that precipice.
His eyes held me captive, their dark depths filled with a mix of lust and something softer, something profoundly tender. "Come for me, baby girl," he murmured, his voice hoarse with strain. "Let go."
Those words, that voice, that look—they were my undoing. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, sweeping me under, stealing my breath and my thoughts. My body convulsed, tightening around him, and I heard his groan, felt his grip tighten, saw his head throwing back as he found his own release.
For a moment, everything turned white. There was no thought, no sight, no sound—just feeling. Just Luca and me, our bodies locked together, our hearts pounding as one. It was a profound sense of belonging, of rightness, as if I had finally found my place in the world.
When I came back to myself, I was shaking, my body wracked with tiny aftershocks. Luca panted, his body heavy on mine, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I could feel his heart, still hammering, still echoing mine.
He lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. Whatever he saw there made him smile, a soft, tender curve of his lips. He reached up, his fingers gently working at the ropes around my wrists. I whimpered as the blood rushed back, a prickling pain that was oddly satisfying.
"Shh, baby girl," he murmured, rubbing my wrists gently, his fingers chasing away the sting. "You did so well. I’m so proud of you."
Tears welled in my eyes, unbidden and unexpected. They spilled over, tracing hot paths down my cheeks. Luca was there, his thumbs brushing them away, his voice a soft murmur of love and reassurance.
"Here, baby," he said, pressing a glass of water to my lips. I sipped, the cool liquid soothing my raw throat. He set the glass aside, his hands returning to me, checking me over, asking if anything hurt.
I shook my head, a sleepy giggle escaping my lips. "No, Daddy," I whispered, my voice thick with satisfied exhaustion. "I’m perfect."
He smiled, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his chest. I nestled in, my body fitting against his like a missing puzzle piece. His heart beat steady and strong under my ear, lulling me into a hazy peace.
"Thank you, Daddy," I murmured, my words trailing off as exhaustion claimed me. His arms tightened around me, his lips pressing softly to the top of my head. And there, in his arms, in our bed, I found a contentment I had never known.