Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty Five
Luca
"You learn quickly, don't you, Panini? You like being a good girl."
A small moan escapes her, and the sound goes right to my cock.
I squeeze her thighs, and the heat of her skin sinks into my palms.
She looks down, her dark lashes hiding her eyes, and I cup her chin, draw her up so I can look at her face.
Her lips are swollen, red and wet, and her eyes are glassy.
"How do you feel, Bellissima?"
"I feel...good."
"Good," I say, and the word is a promise.
My cock is already hardening, and the image of her on her knees flashes through my mind again, and I want to see it again.
But not right now.
"Do you want to be good for me again?"
Her eyes get heavy.
"Yes," she whispers, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
"You want more, don't you?"
"Yes," she repeats, her voice husky.
"You want me to show you what happens when you're a bad girl, don't you?"
Her eyes are glassy. Her cheeks are pink.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Then turn around and put your hands on the counter."
She slides off the counter slowly and turns, her chest rising and falling. She leans forward, putting her palms flat on the counter.
"Now spread your legs."
She does, and the sight of her open, the glistening pink between her legs, makes my cock throb.
"Good girl," I say, and I see her shiver.
I run my hand down her back, the gentle curve of her spine, the silk of her skin.
The wet drips from her pussy and down her thighs, and the knowledge that she got off on me fucking her mouth—it's nearly too much.
I run a finger down her slit and feel the shudder move through her.
"You're wet, Bella."
"Yes," she breathes.
"Did sucking my cock make you wet?"
"God, yes," she moans.
"Did you like swallowing my cum?"
"Yes," she breathes, and it's a soft confession.
I slide a finger into her and feel her pussy tighten.
"Fuck, Elena, you're dripping."
"Luca," she pleads, and my name on her lips makes me want to come all over again.
"Did you want me to use your mouth again? To fuck you until you were crying and gagging?"
"Yes," she confesses, and my control frays.
"Fuck," I curse, and drive a second finger inside her.
She makes a strangled sound, and the muscles of her thighs tremble.
"Is that what you want, Bella? You want me to take you over and over until your mouth is raw and sore and your belly is full of cum?" I whisper in her ear.
"Yes, please, Luca," she says, her voice breaking, and her head falls forward, her forehead pressing against the mirror.
"I'll fuck you again and again," I promise her, my fingers plunging and stroking. "As many times as I please. As many ways as I please."
I can feel her getting closer.
"Look at me," I order, and her gaze locks with mine in the mirror.
"This pussy is mine, Elena," I say, and press the heel of my hand against her clit.
She moans, her eyes glazing over, and I keep the pressure there and curl my fingers inside her.
"Say it," I command.
"It's yours," she gasps.
"Whose pussy is this, Elena?"
"Yours."
"Good." I bite the shell of her ear.
I curl my fingers, and her pussy clamps down around them, her eyes going wide, her mouth open, a silent cry.
She leans forward against the counter, shifting her hips, her muscles rippling and flexing, and her head drops forward.
I thrust my fingers slowly in and out of her soaking pussy.
"I'm going to have you in every room," I murmur, and her body shudders.
"I'm going to fuck you until you forget who you are."
"Luca," she chokes, and her hands go to her breasts, cupping them, her eyes half-closed.
"That's right," I whisper. "Touch yourself, ragazza. Pinch your nipples."
She does, and a soft whimper escapes her.
"Again."
She obeys, and her body shudders.
"Again, harder."
She does, and she lets out a soft moan.
"Harder, Elena."
"Oh, God," she whispers.
"That's it, Bellissima, just like that."
She cries out and shatters, her pussy tightening around my fingers, her back arching, her body trembling.
I pull my fingers from her and slide them into her mouth.
"Suck," I order.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and the look in them drives me wild.
She sucks, and the sight is obscene and hot.
When she finishes, I lift my hand to my own mouth and taste her.
She tastes like sin and honey.
She's looking at me, a question in her eyes, and I can tell she's embarrassed.
"What is it, Elena?"
She shakes her head.
"Tell me," I command, and she flushes.
"Don't you want...to fuck me?"
My cock jerks at the words.
"Oh, Bella," I murmur, and press my cock against her ass, rubbing gently. "I want to do much more than fuck you."
Her breath catches.
"I want to ruin you."
Her eyes widen, and she trembles.
"You can't imagine the things I want to do to you," I murmur, kissing her neck.
"Like what?" she asks, her voice soft.
"Do you know what edging is, Elena?"
"No," she whispers.
"Do you want to learn?"
She bites her lip and nods.
"Bene, ragazza. That's what we'll do next. You will learn patience. You will learn to take what I give you."
She shifts on her feet.
"You like the thought of that, hmm? Of me bringing you to the edge over and over, only to deny you what you most want?"
She makes a small sound, a soft gasp.
"You've had one orgasm tonight, Elena. You're going to have to work for another."
Her eyes widen in the mirror.
"But, I—"
"Yes?"
She shakes her head.
"Tell me."
"I thought we were...you said..."
"Said what?"
"You were going to...use me."
"Ah, Bellissima, I am."
I lean forward and bite her shoulder, and she moans.
"You will see the rewards that patience can bring, Elena. You will find that when you wait, the reward is much, much sweeter."
She exhales, and I turn her to face me, putting one hand on each side of her, trapping her.
"You think this is a punishment. But you are wrong, Bella."
I trail my fingers over her ribs, and she gasps.
"The true punishment would be giving you everything you ask for immediately, without teaching you what it means to earn it."
Her mouth drops open.
"That would be cruel, no? To not make you wait and suffer a little."
She blinks at me, and her mouth works.
"You can't possibly understand, Elena. Not yet. But you will. Soon enough, you will."
"What if I don't want to?"
"If you don't want to, we won't," I say simply and press a kiss to the tender spot under her ear. "I will never make you do something you don't wish to do."
"Really?" she asks.
"Of course not," I answer. "This isn't a game. It's about trust."
She looks up at me, and the look in her eyes is...something. I don't know what.
"And trust must be earned, hmm?"
"Yes," she agrees.
"Then we begin."