Chapter 18 – Delphine #2
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, sliding two fingers even deeper inside me and making it impossible not to cum again. I lose count of how many times he makes me cum, but I snap back into attention when Luigi slides his fingers out of me and moves his face away from my wetness.
I glance down at him between my legs, staring into his eyes, which look crystal clear under the dark blue bathroom light. My clit throbs as we make eye contact, as if that simple action starts Luigi’s mind control over me.
“Turn around,” he says from his crouched position before rising to his impressive and terrifying height that reminds me he’s making an order, not asking a question.
Dripping wet and vulnerable to him, I don’t make anywhere close to the sensible choice.
Obediently, and against my better judgment, I slide my ass off the sink and turn around.
It’s better this way. I don’t have to look into his eyes while he fucks me and acknowledge that some part of me has been complicit in this interaction from the very beginning.
“Look in the mirror,” Luigi commands, unraveling my delusion that he could possibly allow me to get through this without intense, connected intimacy. Emotions take our contract from viable to downright reckless.
But it’s hard to avoid his emotions when he forces me to look into his eyes.
Luigi positions himself behind me and commands me to look in the mirror again.
I don’t dare disobey him, even if I would much prefer gazing anywhere else.
Without looking down, he frees his cock from a pair of fancy black pants, swiftly unbuckling his pants and dropping them low enough that he can get his underwear down.
Desire pulses from my pussy throughout the rest of my body as Luigi slaps my outer lips with his cock.
I feel a thick warm droplet of his arousal spreading across my outer lips like buttering a loaf of bread.
I squirm as my thighs squeeze together, practically inviting Luigi to slam his dick into me from behind.
Thankfully no one can see me like this, The guilty thought pulses through my head. I’m not the type of woman who bends over soaking wet for an emotionless asshole like this one…
I hate his control over me. Instinctively, I shut my eyes to close myself off to him but Luigi raises his hand and strikes my ass so hard that I yelp and my eyes snap open.
“I said look in the mirror,” he growls. To cement his punishment, the thick head of his cock spreads my lips and he slides the whole length into me with one big thrust. Luigi’s hefty, muscular body pins me against the sink and I can’t move as he eases his hips forward.
My face nearly suffocates me from my boobs pushing up against the sink and pressing into my body as Luigi forces his cock inside me deeper.
I have always had an ample chest that will never look demure enough for anyone, and right now my big boobs might truly end my life.
I gasp for air slowly as Luigi withdraws his cock and gives me space to breathe.
I barely catch my breath before his dick stretches me open again and Luigi grunts forcefully as he takes his pleasure from me.
“You feel so good,” he growls, pumping his hips faster. Our eyes lock in the mirror and I’m too scared to look away from him and prompt his outrage. Plus… this feels fucking good. So fucking good…
I push my hips back to meet him and I’m about to cum again when Luigi’s dick stiffens and I feel him getting closer. Our bodies move together as he pushes me over the edge of my orgasm and I keep meeting his thrusts to draw him in deeper and force him to cum inside me.
It doesn’t take long. He pushes me forward with one last deep thrust and groans like an animal as he erupts between my legs.
Luigi’s cum gushes from his enormous cock and I feel the spurts of his seed coating the back of my cervix as he quickly moves away from me, allowing his dick to flop against his thighs after leaving a trail of his seed and my juices all over my legs.
Fuck… Why does it feel so good to have the nastiest sex with this deranged Italian man? He maintains eye contact with me in the mirror, making the post-sex guilt even more intense.
“I could have two more of these before the end of the night,” he says.
Then, the music cuts off in the whole nightclub.
The silence is sudden and palpable. I stand up quickly and straighten my dress, turning to look at Luigi as I slide my underwear up.
By the time I’m up to my full height – and more in those crazy ass heels – he’s fully dressed, with his brows furrowed and pressing a finger against his lips.
Okay, so I’m not crazy. There should be music out there.
Next, I hear a sound that’s all too familiar in downtown Buffalo, though I’m not proud that I recognize it.
Ratatatat.
Gunshots. Four gunshots fired so quickly that they must be from a semi-automatic weapon. Luigi reaches into his jacket pocket for a gun. I try to hide my immediate panicked response in the presence of a weapon.
“Stay close,” he murmurs. But the man doesn’t give me much warning.
He pushes the bathroom door open as quietly as possible while all hell breaks loose.
Outside the small nightclub bathroom, the screaming is so loud I can’t tell if there are more gunshots happening or just general pandemonium.
Luigi moves towards the dancefloor like only a crazy, armed white man would do and I have no choice but to follow him since he’s my only form of self defense.
It’s hard to stay close to him with screaming people shoving and pushing towards the emergency exits in various tangled mobs.
When we get close to the dancefloor, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and assume it’s Luigi.
My head darts back and forth, searching for his face, when I find a dark brown gaze attached to the hand firmly holding mine.
Who the hell is this?
The next thing I hear is a loud explosion. I’m deaf. That’s the last thought that crosses my mind before my body seems to separate from my thoughts as I careen forward physically across the dance floor and mentally into deep unconsciousness.