Chapter 43
LUCY
Massimo’s face is thunderous. Shit, I should have kept my mouth shut.
I’ve ruined the moment. Suddenly, I’m whipped around, facing Massimo as he grips the hair at the back of my head to hold me in place, his other hand gripping my hip.
His grip is firm, but not bruising. I stare up at him with wide eyes.
Uh oh.
“Lucy, if there is ever any man that deserves hell, it’s that fucker,” he growls, furious.
“He did not deserve you. Any part of you. I don’t care what kind of man he was in the beginning.
It doesn’t change who he was at the end.
But I will swear this to you now. I am not him and I will never be him.
I don’t care about my own needs, I care about yours.
Any time you don’t want something, you tell me no and it ends.
You’re uncomfortable with something, that’s the end of it.
No excuses or fears about disappointing me.
And if you are too sore, I want you to tell me.
If you are hurting, you tell me. Your comfort is what I care about. Always. Nothing else.”
I believe him. A gut deep belief.
“I trust you, Massimo,” I whisper. “I really do.”
I see the relief in his eyes first. Good, at least he believes me.
“Good. And thank you for telling me, Lucy. I want you to always feel comfortable telling me. No matter what. Communication is the only thing that will help us get to the point we are most comfortable with each other. Is that your only worry? That our first time will hurt?”
“That and I have no idea how it’s going to feel for you.
” He arches a brow, waiting for me to explain.
Shit, how am I going to explain it? “Well, I had a baby, and that kind of, uh, stretches things, and I did have a little bit of tearing, and even though it’s healed now, I just don’t know how that’s going to feel. ” My face flames with embarrassment.
God, this is such a weird conversation.
“You are worried how it will feel for me?” he clarifies slowly. I nod. “Cerbiatta, there is not a part of you that won’t feel perfect. If you are worried, then we will take things slowly, yes?”
“Not too slowly, I hope.” His lips pull up into a knowing grin. I slam my eyes shut and groan. “Why can’t I stop blurting stuff out?”
“Because you are comfortable with me, cerbiatta. You know that I will not judge you for what you say and listen.”
He’s right. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone.
“I really want to try, Massimo. I want to be with you. I’ve been thinking about it since earlier, and, uh, I guess you’ve already figured out that I’ve got almost a year of pent-up needs to get out.” I give him a shy, but wry smile.
His mouth pulls up into a predatory smile.
A shiver of desire and unease filters through me.
It’s a heady combination, but one that makes me want to grab on to him and hold on for the ride.
“And I can’t wait to pull it all out of you, cerbiatta,” he purrs.
“Every last fucking drop. I want to taste all of it, feel all of it wrapped around my cock as I’m so deep inside you that you won’t want it to end.
” His hand slips from my hip, down over my ass to where my cheek connects with my upper thigh, running his fingers along the sensitive skin there, before dipping inward to trace along the seam of my inner thigh and my folds.
I gasp, shivering at the sensation. “And how about we get started on that now?”
Yes, please.
When Massimo said that he cared about my comfort I wasn’t exactly picturing this, but fuck, this is so fucking good.
He pulled the ottoman in the middle of the closet in front of the mirror, grabbed some of his ties, and told me to climb up.
I had a moment of apprehension, but my excitement and curiosity won out.
Which is exactly how I’ve ended up here.
My wrists and ankles are secured to the legs of the ottoman with his ties, even as I’m on all fours angled sideways to the mirror.
It’s lewd and indecent, all of me on display this way, but like hell I’m not excited.
He was very clear when telling me what he wanted, careful to never make it an order, ready to stop if I gave any hint that I wasn’t ready.
My only apprehension was not being able to get to Soren if he cried, but Massimo was careful to leave the knots loose enough that I can get out if I need to.
Along with promising me that he’d grab him immediately if we heard him.
It eased my anxiety, and now I’m just shivering with excitement. Focused only on him.
I watch hungrily as Massimo steps in front of my face, a few feet away, looking at me with such lust that I swear I feel another orgasm building inside me. He’s still wearing those sleep pants, but there’s no missing the hard cock straining at them, begging to be freed.
“So fucking beautiful, Lucy,” he rasps, his eyes moving over me. “You are okay? Comfortable?”
“Yes.” I test the ties and feel a small bit of give to them. Enough to allow me movement, but not enough for me to be free. I watch him hungrily, waiting.
He regards me for another moment before he finally says, “You will tell me if that ever changes, Lucy, do you understand? I will stop no matter what, and I don’t want you to ever question if I will be angry or upset. Do I have your promise?”
“Yes, Massimo. I promise I will tell you if I’m uncomfortable or need to stop.”
“Good girl. I will go slow for you, Lucy, but I want to play, test what you like and what you can take. Do you agree to this?”
“Yes, Massimo.”
Pleased, he moves to crouch down in front of me, pressing his mouth to mine.
I kiss him back desperately, excitement building at what’s to come.
This is tame compared to what I was used to with Joey, but it’s so much better.
There’s a power here, knowing that submitting to him this way makes Massimo so happy, but also knowing that power comes with safety and the ability to bring this man to his knees if I want.
When he pulls away, he gets back to his feet and shoves the sleep pants down, kicking them away.
I barely suppress a whimper. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. All of him. It’s really not fair. Seeing him fully naked is like getting to see a new sculpture unveiled for the first time.
He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly stroking it as I stare at him, my mouth watering at the thought of having him in my mouth again. I lick my lips, before looking up at him eagerly.
“I’ve thought of nothing but having that perfect mouth wrapped around me again,” he tells me, moving closer, still stroking himself.
“Open that pretty mouth, cerbiatta. But this time, you’re going to let me set the pace.
I want you to stay still and let me take some pleasure for myself, yes?
” His eyes are watching me closely, assessing.
I just open my mouth, waiting, watching him. I’m so okay with this. Arousal slicks down my thighs. A part of me worries about this poor ottoman.
He releases his cock, gently cupping the back of my head as he eases himself into my mouth, slow, steady, watching me carefully.
I flick my tongue, tasting him, teasing him.
He lets out a low grunt, stilling as I swirl my tongue around him, hollowing my cheeks to suck him as much as I can.
“Naughty girl,” he grits out. “What did I say about staying still?”
I look up at him as I swirl my tongue again, my bratty side winning. Does he really think I wasn’t going to tease him a little bit?
He curls himself forward, pressing deeper into my mouth, and then I feel the sharp slap on my raised ass cheek.
I gasp, shocked, which allows him to slip further into my mouth, nearly touching my gag reflex.
I relax my jaw. He pulls back allowing me to swallow and calm, but then he says, “Stay still, cerbiatta, or there will be more spankings for you. Every time you don’t do what you’re told, I’ll add more to the total. That was just a warning.”
I shudder at the threat, and the burning on my ass. Yes, please.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, making him grunt and then let out a sharp hiss before he yanks himself back.
“Fuck,” he grunts, gripping the base of his cock tight as he looks down at me.
“That’s five, Lucy. And just for that, I’m not going to go as slow as I was planning.
Or was that what you were trying to accomplish? Were you being greedy?”
I just smile at him coyly.
He mutters something in Italian, before his grip on my hair tightens, and he angles my head slightly. “Open. Now.” His order is sharp, forceful.
I instantly open my mouth, gripping the edge of the ottoman for balance. I know what’s coming, and my core clenches with excitement.
Massimo shoves his cock into my mouth, a little rougher than before going as deep as he can until he touches the back of my throat. I choke, but he eases back, giving me just enough time to relax my jaw further and breathe through my nose before he starts to fuck my mouth.
There is no other way to describe it. I don’t have the ability to do anything but let him use me for his own pleasure. I moan, loving it. He lets out a low grunt when he hits the back of my throat, but he doesn’t push any farther, instinctively knowing I’m not ready for that.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises roughly as he pulls back.
“So fucking good. You look so fucking perfect like this, Lucy. Your mouth is so fucking perfect. So wet. So tight. My cock is dripping down your throat, can you feel that?” I moan, nodding my head as much as I can.
He pulls back, all the way out this time, orders, “Lick all that precum up, cerbiatta. Let me see you enjoying the taste of me.”
I lick at him eagerly, watching him as I do. I swirl my tongue, probing at the slit for more, making his jaw clench and a rough sound escape from him.