Chapter 29 Finn
TWENTY-NINE
FINN
It was a silent car ride back to the hotel because Gianna refused to speak to Finn. He hated to admit that it only made his dick harder when she leaned into the bratty nature of her personality. Fuck, he lived for it.
He also lived for when she called him out on his bullshit.
He knew she was coming, and he hadn’t told her to come on purpose.
He wanted a reason to spank her. The image getting put into his head during dinner fucking rotted his mind to the point where he couldn’t think of anything else but seeing her ass red.
He had never done the punishment shit before or the withholding of orgasms or even the spanking really, but with Gianna, he loved to play with her.
It came so naturally to test her control and patience just like she did with him all the fucking time.
She didn’t even talk to him in the lobby or in the elevator and he gave it to her.
It was probably better to save it for the hotel room anyway.
She walked ahead of him to the penthouse door, giving him a perfect view of her perky ass that he was sure she was moving more than usual just to torture him.
He swiped them into the room, immediately letting her in first and then locking it behind him.
The room was dimmed, but the lights from the city shone through the open windows, providing more than enough light to see everything inside.
Finn slid off his jacket, setting it on the couch in the living room before pulling the tie off as well.
Gianna stomped to the master bedroom, muttering something under her breath the entire time. He followed behind her, entering the room to see her heels thrown on the floor. He took his shoes off as well, setting them by the door.
“Gianna?” he called out, taking a seat on the bed.
He rolled up the sleeves of his button up, loosening the suffocating shirt. He hated wearing shit like this for that reason; it was always so uncomfortable.
The lights in the bathroom were on. The toilet flushed and he heard the sink turn on for a minute before it was turned back off, revealing Gianna once again. She glared at him, still wearing her dress.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked, crossing her arms.
He patted his lap, unable to keep the grin off his face. “You know what time it is.”
Her cheeks turned red. “This is really dumb. I’m not into these types of fetishes.”
His brow lifted. “Oh, and which ones are you into?”
She let out a frustrated sound, standing before him now. “One time. We’re doing this one time and that’s it.”
“If you hate it that much, just say stop and we’ll stop.” He wasn’t going to force her into anything, hell no. But he could tell she was curious, at least a little bit.
“We need a better word than stop,” she said. Gianna thought for a second, biting on the skin of her nail. “Pink will be the word. If either one says pink, then we stop immediately.”
“Deal.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He leaned back, looking her over. “Take off your dress.”
Gianna pulled it over her body, letting it fall to the floor.
All she stood in was a pair of underwear that still had a wet stain on them from earlier, but there was no bra, meaning she hadn’t been wearing one all night.
The same ache returned from between his legs, reminding him of how long it had been since he had come.
She was confident in her body, not bothering to hide it. She didn’t need to. She was absolute perfection, and he would always think so.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning her closer. He pressed a kiss to her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responded immediately, wrapping her hands into his hair. He slipped her underwear down her legs, helping her step out of them so she was now fully naked.
He pulled away. “Lay over my thighs.”
She looked hesitant but did so anyway. She laid her full body weight on him, exposing her ass to him. With her head angled towards the floor and her ass in his face, he was quite enjoying the view. Her pussy glistened in the light, clearly enjoying everything much more than she said she would.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her impatience peeking through.
He smiled, rubbing her ass with his hand. “Thinking about how many times I should spank you. What do you think? You promised to be a brat, so what do you think a brat deserves?”
“Maybe I can be your princess again and only get one?” she asked.
He laughed, squeezing her ass cheek. “I don’t think so. What about twenty?”
“Hell no!”
“Fine, what about ten?”
“Five.”
“Nine.”
“Six.”
“Seven.”
“Fine,” she groaned. “Seven.”
Finn lifted his hand, letting the first slap come unexpectedly. The impact with her skin made her gasp.
“I thought you were going to warn me,” Gianna said.
“You forgot to count,” he said. “Should I start again?”
She shook her head immediately. “One.”
He lifted his hand again, slapping the other one this time. Her thighs tensed and she gasped, but not from surprise this time.
“Two.”
He did it again, and again, both slaps sending bolts of pleasure straight to his dick. He could see the moisture gathering between her legs and slowly the gasps became less out of surprise and started to sound more breathless.
“Three. Four.”
“Is this your pussy getting wet?” Finn asked, running his hand through her slick cunt. Sure enough, it was soaked. “Are you enjoying this, princess?”
“Shut up,” she muttered. “Just finish it.”
“You can use your safe word, make this all end.”
Gianna was quiet, but he didn’t miss the slight shake of her head.
He raised his hand up again, striking her ass. This time a moan did leave her. “Five.”
Finn gave her the next one, putting more pressure behind it. She arched her back, raising her ass more.
“Six.”
He ran his hand over her ass, letting it drift over her pussy briefly. “Last one,” he told her.
With one last lift of his hand, he let it meet her ass, the impact harsher than the others. She moaned, grabbing onto his leg.
“Seven.”
“So perfect,” he told her. He rubbed her ass cheeks, relishing in the red marks that now coated the once clear skin. “You did so good, princess.”
Finn let his hand drift to her pussy, rubbing her clit before trailing up and over her asshole. She gasped, but he held her back down, rubbing the hole back there.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, princess?” he asked, using his thumb to rub circles on it.
She shook her head. “No.”
He nodded. “I won’t do it tonight, but I’ll be the only one to fuck you here.”
Gianna seemed relieved, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to play with it. He leaned down, letting his tongue run over the back hole. A surprised noise left her lips, one of pleasure and shock.
He let his fingers find her clit while he continued licking her hole, letting moan after moan escape her lips freely now. He hated when she had to mute herself. Finn wanted to hear her loudly, to listen to everything he was doing to her.
Too bad his punishment wasn’t over, though.
He bit her ass cheek before moving away from her. Finn grabbed her hips, sitting her up on his lap now. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were blown wide, a careless smile on her face.
“How do you feel?” he asked, brushing his thumbs against her cheeks.
“Good,” she said. “My ass is a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.”
“Perfect. Now, get on your knees, princess.”
This time, she didn’t fight it. She slid onto the floor, undoing his buckle. Her hands made quick work of unzipping the slacks. Finn sat up, so she could pull them down his legs along with his underwear, letting them hang by his ankles.
Immediately, his cock slapped against his stomach. Pre-cum leaked out the tip, the need to come overwhelming. Gianna wasted no time grabbing the base of his dick and running her hand up and down, stroking it with a tight grip.
Finn could only watch her in awe, especially when she finally leaned down to innocently lick his tip. She rounded it with her tongue, looking up at him through hooded eyes. He groaned, desperately trying to stay in control.
So much for a fucking punishment. Gianna looked like she was enjoying how much power she had over him. He gave it over to her, fuck it. He didn’t need the control when her mouth was on his dick, sending him straight to Heaven.
When her mouth wrapped around him, swallowing him down, his hand got wrapped up in her hair. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth, she covered with her hand. The combination of her hand and her mouth working simultaneously made him dizzy.
But he needed more.
He pulled out of her mouth, causing her to look up at him with furrowed brows.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. Is that okay, baby?” he asked, gathering her hair in his hands.
“I don’t even know what that means,” she said.
He leaned down, giving her a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on her. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Gianna nodded, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she settled her hands on his thighs. With one last peck, he was thrusting himself inside of her mouth, forcing his dick to the back of her throat.
She gagged but managed to take every single thrust perfectly.
“That’s right, princess. Take it all.” The moans escaped Finn’s lips at an embarrassing speed, but fuck if it wasn’t perfect seeing her on her knees choking on his dick.
Small tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and he could feel his dick get harder. “Look at you crying on my cock. So pretty.”
And fuck, she was. Absolutely the image of an angel. And just like that, he could feel the tightening at the base of his spine, traveling straight into his balls. Fuck, he was going to come, and he needed her to take all of it.
With one last thrust, he held himself at the back of her throat, suffocating her while he came. Her nails dug into his thighs, tears slipped out of her eyes, and he swore she never looked more beautiful in her life.
Finally, Finn pulled out, letting her take a deep breath. She swallowed as much as she could, letting the rest drip out of her mouth and onto her lap.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, taking off his shirt and wiping her mouth with it.
She nodded, leaning her head on his thigh. “Perfect.”
He couldn’t help the grin that settled on his face, helping her stand. “I guess it’s time for your reward now.”
She groaned. “There’s more?”
“I promise you’ll like this,” he said, kissing her shoulder. He fell back on the bed, letting his body bounce while he looked up at her. “Come here.”
Gianna got on the bed, straddling his lap. Finn shook his head. He would fuck her pussy, but he needed a real taste of her first.
“You got the right idea, princess, but wrong location.”
Her eyes lit up. She moved so she was now straddling his face instead. “You could have told me this was what you meant.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He wasted no time in pulling her down, so she was properly sat on his face. Holding her there, he began licking her cunt and teasing her clit with his tongue. She bucked against his face, holding onto the bed frame with a tight grip.
His tongue snaked its way inside her slit, thrusting in and out of her. He could feel her tightening against him, pulsing with every movement he gave her. She gasped and moaned, begging him for something that he was sure she didn’t even know what it was.
His hands moved up her body, pulling at her nipples that stood erect. It was hard to breathe between her thighs, but he would die a happy man as long as she came blissfully on his tongue. Knowing Gianna’s pussy though, she needed the stimulation on her clit. It drove her crazy.
With that, he moved his mouth to it, sucking on her clit gently at first before increasing pressure. She ground her hips hard against him, riding his face and using him to chase her own pleasure.
“Finn,” she whimpered, calling out for him like she was calling out to her God.
And finally, she came, her body shuttering. Heavy breaths left her lips; her eyes closed in bliss. She got off his face, lying next to him on the bed.
But his dick was back to being hard, and he was ready to finally fuck her.
He didn’t give her a chance to recover before he was putting her on her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. He spit on his hand, stroking his cock before he entered her warmth, suffocating himself around her.
He would never get used to the feeling of being inside her, of how much it felt like he was returning home every single time they met up like that.
It was an explosion that he had never been able to understand, and he wouldn’t ever be able to.
All he knew was that there was nothing more perfect, more pure, more fucking right in the world than what he had with Gianna, and he would never let anyone or anything take it away from him.
He thrusted like a madman, holding her waist while he fucked her from behind.
She looked back at him, her makeup smeared and a look of pure admiration and lust on her face.
There was something else there, something that rocked him to his core that he knew he matched.
Something that he was fucking terrified of, and yet equally enthralled to have.
He lifted her head, kissing her passionately.
It was messy and raw, but it was everything he fucking needed.
Covered in sweat and dizzy with obsession, he gave her everything he could.
She deserved it all. Not a coward, not a fucking insecure asshole; she deserved the person he was meant to be. The one that she believed in.
Finn reached down, rubbing her clit and matching every thrust while she pushed her hips against his.
This time, he didn’t have to tell her to wait to come; they came together.
Completely breathless and exhausted, they slumped on the bed, a mess of limbs, unsure of where the first one ended and the second one began.
Gianna looked up at him, a bright smile on her face.
He looked at her in question. “What?”
“Are you still my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Have I ever stopped being it?” He grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to it. “Because as I recall, I always was. You just refused to accept it.”
“Well, then that answers my question.”
“Is this you accepting it?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Let’s just say it’s me not fighting it.”
Finn shook his head. “Fucking brat.”
But he still accepted it. Of course he did. He would accept it all, anything she gave him. Why?
Because Finn Kingsley was in love with Gianna Moretti.