Chapter 20
Evan
Delilah and Yogi have become the best of friends. The dog wants to be everywhere Delilah is and whines when he’s let outside and the cat can’t come with him.
I finally ordered a cat harness and now Delilah joins Luca, Yogi, and me on our morning and evening walks that we take around Luca’s property.
Today, while I’m working she’s on my lap but keeps pawing at Yogi who sits beside my chair trying to steal my cat’s attention.
“You used to only love me,” I tell her, scratching her ears to try to win back her attention.
She gives a haughty cat look, that clearly calls me a hypocrite. “You’re right,” I say, lowering my other hand down to Yogi to give the dog a thorough head scratch. “We’re both lovesick fools.”
Someday soon, Luca will pack up and take his dog with him to the next place on the map, not knowing he’s leaving behind both me and my cat with broken hearts.
The day Luca brought Yogi home from the vet, I let myself get carried away. I saw how cute Delilah and Luca’s rescue dog were together and I let myself imagine we all belonged together— maybe forever.
Then Luca reminded me he was a rolling stone and liked to travel light, and I realized I needed to let my dream go. I had way too much emotional baggage to ever be able to travel light.
I came close to breaking down for a second, and then I got over myself.
Yes, Luca would leave me, but having this time with him in this cabin was a gift.
One I wouldn’t ruin by wanting more from Luca than what he could give me.
I would hoard every moment, every experience I could with the man that I loved and not regret it.
Then I stripped him, climbed on top of him, and rode him to a body shattering orgasm. Afterward, I collapsed on top of him loving the feel and smell of his sweat-soaked skin beneath me until I rested enough to do it all over again.
Since then, I’ve been careful to not let those dreams carry me away again. It’s hard. The time here at the cabin has become the perfect tease of what a future with Luca would be like if he loved me.
Luca wakes me up early every morning which, being more of a night owl, I bitch about until he shuts me up with a kiss or his cock, both of which go a long way toward appreciating the benefits of rising early.
Then we go for our walk with Yogi and Delilah, sometimes stopping to eat breakfast under one of the huge White Oak trees that cover his land.
Once we get back to the cabin, Luca sets down two yoga mats and runs through some beginner’s breathing exercises and movements with me.
I have a hard time letting myself relax into mindlessness and twisting my body into a pretzel seems outside of its capabilities, but it’s more than worth my aching muscles to see Luca go through his own routine.
To see his powerful muscles perfect each intricate pose and hold it is a beautiful sight, and I love seeing the peace it brings him.
After yoga, I start writing. Since several of my older works have been republished since Digger’s video was aired, several national news publications have reached out to ask me to freelance for them.
I was even interviewed by a news cable channel as an expert on Reiver crime culture.
Between that and working on a new set of articles about Patriots Now, I’ve been pretty busy.
Luca will interrupt midafternoon, coming in from the list of chores he’s set for himself each day, to make sure I stop to drink and eat which usually ends with us taking an afternoon break in his bed
Around sunset another walk with Yogi and Delilah, and then we return to the cabin and because it’s still cold at night, Luca lights a fire in the fireplace.
It’s my favorite time with him. The day’s responsibilities are done, with the promise of a long night talking with him, laughing with him, loving him in front of me.
Like tonight. We made grilled cheese sandwiches and warmed up some soup to go with them. We’re sitting at his table and we’re talking about music we like when, suddenly he slurps his soup.
I freeze mid-bite of my grilled cheese when he does it again. I look at him and he winks at me. “I couldn’t resist,” he says, laughing.
I can’t help joining in. “God, you probably wanted to strangle me,” I say, still feeling cringey at the way I treated him.
His lips tilt up into a smirk and his eyes take on a wicked gleam. “I had my ways of keeping calm while you’d rail into me for an hour about being able to go to the mailbox on your own, or when you’d accuse me of breathing too loud.”
I lean closer. “Like what?”
“Well, you were partially right about me wanting to strangle you.” His gaze focuses on my mouth. “It just wasn’t with my hands.”
Heat flares through me at his words. “You mean all those times I was yelling at you, you were—”
“Oh yeah,” he says, his voice roughening, like it does when he’s turned on. “I figured the only way to shut you up was to put you down on your knees and feed you my cock until the only sound you made was gagging when my big cock choked you.”
I take his words in, remembering all the times I’d be ranting at him and he’d just calmly stare back at me. And to find out the whole time he was imagining his cock in my mouth.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I run through the memories of that first week with Luca and imagine if he had acted on his fantasies.
Shit, I would have needed knee pads with all the tantrums I threw.
The image of me in mid-rant, and him pushing me down to the floor and then being choked by his big cock has me hard and wishing it hadn’t just been a fantasy.
It doesn’t have to be.
The idea hits me, and before I can think about it too much and become self-conscious, I act.
“Jesus, Luca,” I bitch. “You put too many goddamned logs on the fire again, and now it feels like a sauna in here.”
For a brief second Luca looks surprised at the abrupt change of mood and subject, but the sudden blaze of fire in his dark eyes, tell me he’s caught on.
“I’ll open the door,” he says in his most conciliatory tone. “That should cool things down.”
“And then it will be too cold.” I get up from the chair and storm over to him.
“Seriously.” I let out a long, rude sigh of utter contempt.
“Can’t you do anything right? You’re supposed to be my bodyguard, as in guarding my body.
Temperature regulation should be the most basic of the required tasks you’re meant to fulfill.
One, that you obviously can’t seem to master. I bet you—”
“Enough,” Luca roars, standing up, his empty water glass falling to the floor at his sudden movement and from the sound of it shattering into pieces.
Neither of us bother looking at the broken glass.
Our eyes are locked on each other as Luca takes a menacing step in my direction.
I instinctively take a few steps back. I’ve never felt safer with anyone than I do with Luca, but in this moment, there’s a dark promise of retribution in his brooding eyes and coiled tight body that sends a strange combination of arousal and alarm skittering through me.
He doesn’t let me escape. With every step I take in retreat, he advances until my back hits the wall. I’m trapped, and from the grim smile on Luca’s face, that’s exactly how he wants me.
Reaching out he cups my chin in his large hand and traces my mouth with his thumb, his calloused skin rough against my lips.
He pushes past them and begins exploring my mouth.
I hollow my cheeks to suck his thumb like it’s his cock, but he glares at me and grips my jaw tight until I submit and loosen my cheeks.
He’s driving home the clear message that he’s in charge.
I may have started this little game, but he’ll be the one to finish it.
“So much venom coming out of this pretty, pretty mouth,” He croons. “But I think I know how to sweeten it.”
Lightning fast, he pulls his hand from my mouth and places it around my neck, and spins us around so it’s him, who has his back against the wall.
“Swallow,” he orders.
I do as he says while he caresses my throat muscles. “Good,” he praises “Soon, you’re going to do that around my cock.”
Hands still around my neck, he lowers me to the ground. “Now put your hands behind your back.”
He waits for me to follow his order, unzips his jeans, and takes out his cock out. At the sight of it, already hard and weeping, I forget myself and bring my hands up to grasp it.
“I told you. Hands behind your back.” Luca’s voice snaps hard like a whip, and I immediately yank them back behind me.
“Good,” he says, just standing there looking down at me until finally, he brings his cock to my mouth and rubs the tip against my lips, coating them in delicious precum “Every time you opened up that smart mouth of yours and started ranting, I wanted you just like this— on your knees and at my mercy.”
He uses one hand to grip the back of my head and the other to pry open my jaw.
I feel a thrill at his total control. “Take my cock,” he orders, forcing it deep inside my mouth, his thickness filling me, stretching me until the tip of him crowds the back of my throat.
Finally satisfied he’s buried himself as far as I can take him, he looks down at me on my knees for him, stuffed full of his pulsing cock, and smiles.
“You look even better like this than I imagined,” he says in a wicked tone that sends shivers through me.”
I can’t move. Luca’s tight grip on my jaw and the back of my head keeps me immobile, unable to perform the normal tricks and techniques I’ve learned to please my bed partners.
I sense Luca doesn’t want any of those skills.
He just wants my mouth to use as his own fuck toy and something about that has me moaning around his cock.
The need to be used by him is overwhelming.
I’m desperate for him to begin fucking my mouth.