Chapter 11
Ruby sighsin the pedicure chair beside me. “Girl, you have died and gone to slut heaven.”
I feel inspired, getting the same red polish as she does, but I keep my voice down in the salon.
“It ain’t heaven,” I huff. “It’s hell; Luca, not fucking me yet.”
“With how you say he wants to take you to a sex store for some games instead? Shit, I’d let him play in my kinky park all day.” She opens her eyes, aiming her stare at me. “Besides, I thought you weren’t fucking your client.”
“Think again,” I scoff.
“Interesting.” She grins. “You always say, ‘Dick don’t pay bills.’ Where’s all that sisterly wisdom now?”
“Sounding dumb to my pussy.”
The technicians giggle, and why should I care? I want to try this arrangement with Luca so bad I’ll advertise it on an interstate billboard.
SCARLETT JONES IS NOW
LUCA MERCIER’S SUB
Disclaimer: His second sub.
Or am I? Is it official? I don’t know much about his world yet.
“See,” Ruby laughs, “you’re dickmatized. One day, y’all will fuck again, and then you’ll get married and be his happily-ever-after slut from that day forward.”
“Not happening. Luca’s got too much guilt over his wife dying.”
“Guilt? Why? He didn’t murder her.”
“I don’t know. But he feels guilty, so I get it. We go slow.”
“Slow?” Ruby leans my way across her chair. “Since when is finger banging yourself for him to watch, going slow? And tonight, he’s taking you to a sex shop for a circus show? If that’s slow, Girl, fast is gonna scorch your kitty to a crisp.”
“Shhh.” I keep no secrets from my sister, but the whole damn salon doesn’t need to know my kinky plans for the night. “It’s slow for him.”
Ruby lowers her voice. “Slow cuz’ he’s got a watching kink. And what about his friend, Zar? The Oscar-Winner of Orgasms? Where does he fit in?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how this whole Dom/sub thing works.”
“Want me to Google it?” Ruby reaches for the phone in her back pocket. “Like AskAnastasiaGrey.com?”
“Hell no. I assume Luca will answer my questions, but I can’t figure Zar out.”
“Ain’t no math to figure there.” Ruby chuckles. “Luca’s best friend is a typical man wanting a flesh sandwich with two women and for others to watch what a big dick he has while he eats it.” Her eyes dance. “You gonna do it? Are you gonna be in a three-layered cake with Luca’s friend and a woman while Luca watches?”
“Isn’t that like…cheating on Luca if he’s not in it?”
“Not if it makes him paint the ceiling! Not if they have some kinda agreement. It’s hot as hell.”
“Okay, fine. It’s kinda hot. And it’s not like I’m a prude, but it’s more. The way Luca and Zar look at each other sometimes. They share more than women.”
“What? They’re dickmatized too?” Her eyes roll. “Fuck, that’s so hot if they bowl from both ends.”
I can’t answer her.
Luca, I sort of understand now. He has guilt over his wife dying. He feels like he’s cheating to fuck again, so he watches Zar do it instead. And that’s why he loves Zar. They’re more than best friends. They share an erotic bond.
But Zar puzzles me.
What’s in it for him? Doesn’t he want love, too?
I heard what Zar said to Luca before I knocked on the office door. “You’ve fallen in love with Scarlett.” Zar sounded happy about it, and Luca didn’t deny it.
Why?
IsLuca in love with me? Is that why I’m doing this? I’m breaking every rule, and getting thirsty for whatever he wants, and putting my heart on the line for Luca…again? Because I’m in love with him, too?
“Well then, at least answer this.” Ruby nudges my arm. “Who’s bigger?”
Damn, this could be fun, too. I can’t help but smile. “Zar is hung. He’s got this curved-up cock that I bet comes like a fountain, but I swear, Luca is two stacked soup cans.”
“Bawk, bawk, Bitch. Chicken soup is good for the soul,” Ruby jokes, and we double over, laughing so hard we have a disapproving audience.
But as our smiles fade, Ruby knows the look in my eyes. My sister knows the fear I hide because we share it.
Our dad walked out on her, too.
I was eleven, Ruby was ten, and Rose and Cherry were so young. Mom was at work, while Dad made his unemployment feel like a vacation for us. I thought we made him happy, but darkness would fall over him, and I didn’t recognize him. He’d sit, like a ghost, on the sofa for hours and not speak to us.
Then, one afternoon, after all of us girls and Dad played in the sprinkler, he made grilled cheeses for dinner and spoiled us with Tater Tots and ketchup. Then he kissed the top of my head and said, “I’m going to the store for some beer. Watch your sisters.”
But I ran to the window, watching him drive away in his white truck because he didn’t say, “I’ll be right back, kiddo,” like he always did.
Because he didn’t come back.
And my heart is still eleven. It’s still broken. It’s still waiting at that window for him to return.
“You’re really gonna do it?” Ruby reaches for my hand, and I let her hold it. “You’re finally gonna trust a man?”
“I’m gonna try.”
I likethe sidewalks through the French Quarter of Charleston. The historic buildings. The brightly colored, narrow single homes. The Spanish moss in the trees. And I like the palms in the porch planters and the ferns and pink geraniums spilling over the iron window boxes.
But I like this more, and it’s my HIF #10: I’m becoming a helpless romantic. You’d think I was walking beside Ryan Gosling, holding a notebook.
But no, I’m walking beside Luca like he’s sort of my date.
We stroll side-by-side in the warm evening October air, my shoulder brushing his arm, and I want him to reach for my hand. It’s like he’s itching to do it.
But we don’t.
We aren’t there yet. Maybe we’ll never be.
But I know where we’re going—Delta’s. It’s just a few blocks from The Mercier Hotel.
I met Luca there, outside his place. It’s technically my day off, but I didn’t want Gia to see me. This part of me is for adults only. I keep it separate.
So does Luca. Escaping for the night had lust swirling in his eyes when he met me outside the glass and gold doors of his hotel, kissing my cheeks for the first time. He greets everyone that way, but with me, his lips on my skin aren’t polite. They make me blush with salacious memories.
It has me chewing my lip. My pink lace panties are already wet.
Yes, I want to trust Luca. I want to try with him. Secretly, I want everything with him, but for now, I want to make him let go of his guilt. And if we have to play kinky games along the way?
It’ll be my pleasure.
“I have a wager,” I say, seeing Delta’s coral single home come into view.
“Which is?” Luca sounds intrigued.
And he looks 120 in the shade. His white starched shirt is unbuttoned. His bronze chest gleams. His black hair hangs seductively over his sizzling eyes, and he always wears dress pants that make his ass look like a peach I want to bite.
I went with my usual temptation for him: the naughty secretary in a black pencil skirt, heels, and a pink silk blouse.
“Whoever comes first tonight loses.”
He laughs at my bet, and it turns my head to gaze at the sight I’m afraid to want, but I do. I’m falling so fast for Luca, gravity can’t keep up.
He grins back at me. “What do they lose?”
“Whoever loses has to let the other do whatever they want to them.”
“We’re not fucking,” he warns, and…
We’ll see.
“Mr. Mercier,” I tease as he opens the iron gate of Delta’s for me, “I thought you were a sexpert. Don’t you know how to play all the games that aren’t fucking?”
“I do, and I have the advantage here.” He gently holds my elbow, guiding me up the porch steps beside him. The long, narrow side porch, the piazza, overlooks a blooming courtyard. You’d never know this place is a luxury sex shop inside.
“I’ve already been here twice,” he confesses. “I know the owner, Stacey. She’s friends with Redix and Cade. And I’ve already spoken to one of her men, Ford. I told him what I want you to watch tonight.”
“I remember Stacey,” I tell him, “from the first night we fucked.”
His eyes darken. “The only night we fucked.”
He keeps insisting, and that tells me he’s fighting…and I’m winning.
“What do you want me to see tonight?” I ask, standing with him before the tall, black wooden double doors. The brass house plaque on the right reads,
Delta’s
Where satisfaction is guaranteed
“I want you to see how gratifying it is to watch,” he says. “Why I like it, and maybe you will too. Or maybe you’ll be like Stacey. She likes others watching her with her three men. They all love it. We all have something we crave.”
“What do you crave?”
He stares at my lips, at the question between us. “I don’t get to have what I crave, Scarlett.”
I love my name in his accent. His Ss are lush, like silk on his tongue, like he wants to keep me in his mouth.
And his eyes sparkle like light dancing on the water because tonight we’re about to enter his domain. A place to watch. A place to explore. A place where pleasure is a bottomless ocean.
“Then we have a deal?” I ask, and Luca nods yes.
But I don’t win tonight.
Not after I meet the gorgeous Stacey. Not after I meet her three sexy men: Ford, Mateo, and Luke. Not after we’re in the third-floor private sex parlor where Ford takes Stacey’s robe off, and she’s wearing a black BDSM bikini with thin, gold nipple chains attached to the black and gold collar on her neck.
This is what Luca wants me to watch?
Is this what he wants to do with me, too? With Zar? Is that what he’s trying to tell me but feels too guilty to ask?
Because I want what Stacey’s doing.
She’s on her knees, moaning on the plush, white fur rug and riding a dildo attached to a saddle while her men watch. While I watch.
And while Luca watches me.
Ford, one of Stacey’s hot-as-fuck men, hands me the remote control for the saddle. “Have fun with her,” he says.
So I do.
I’ve been with a woman before. Two actually. I’ve been with way more men. But it’s all been the same. It was sex. It was pleasure. No one got my heart. No one could leave me and walk away with it.
But now, it’s in the hand of the man standing behind me as I click the remote, and Stacey cries out, “Yes” with lust.
Because, yes, Luca has my heart.
Every day that I see him, it beats in his palm. Every day, he wants me to try some delicious Greek food he’s made for me, or he plays the piano with Gia as she sings for me, or he kicks his feet up on his desk in a meeting, grinning when he sees me walk past his office door.
I see his life, and I want to share it.
“You like this, too, don’t you, Belle?” Luca’s heat presses against my back, his lips whispering as we watch Stacey get off, and I crave this side of him, too.
The dark side. The dirty, Dom side whose kink is so taboo, I love it. I sit on a bar stool, watching Stacey ride a dildo for us, and it’s getting me so aroused.
“I’m going to buy one of those for you.” Luca steams over my ear so only I can hear him. “I will put it in my office, by my desk. I will call you in, and you’ll do as I say. You’ll unbutton your blouse and play with your nipples for me. You’ll lift your skirt, and pull your panties aside and show me how you’ve been wet for me all day and…”
Stacey’s about to come. I can see it in her eyes, especially when Ford tugs her nipple chains and tells her to come for us, and I’m about to as well.
I’m going to lose our bet because I’m crossing my legs, rubbing them together, letting my clit love the friction. I don’t need much, not with how horny this makes me.
“You’re going to kneel for me.” Luca overwhelms my mind, flooding my sex. “You’re going to be a dirty little girl like Stacey, and let me watch as you ride a dildo for me every day, aren’t you?”
“Come for Daddy,” Ford tells Stacey. “Show our lady friend how that naughty pussy comes.”
“Yes,” I gasp, answering Luca. I come at the taboo, at the intensity in Stacey’s eyes as she comes, too.
Then Mateo, Stacey’s other man, straps her body belly-down to a sex bench.
Luca returns to his stool, sitting beside me while I recover from my loss, and I can’t wait for my punishment.
Because it’s obvious Luca wants this, too, watching Mateo play with a glass dildo, toying with Stacey’s ass for all to watch. It makes Luca stroke his hard cock under his pants. He’s got to be remembering when he fucked my ass, too.
And it makes me braver. It makes me desperate. I want to break Luca until he’s mine.
So I use what he just told me and unbutton my silk blouse, slipping my hand under my pink silk bra, knowing it tortures him. I pinch my nipple for Luca while I watch Mateo smack Stacey’s ass and tell her to squirt for us.
I can’t stop watching Stacey because I want all the kink, pleasure, and exhibition, too. And when he gets up from his stool again, standing behind me with our eyes locked on Stacey staring back at me—she’s about to come—Luca keeps delivering his poison.
He nibbles my ear, and I tremble, feeling his lips on my skin again. “I’ll make you squirt again, too, Belle. Do you remember? Your pussy dripped with my cum after I’d fucked you three times. I pumped my fingers into your tight ass that I’d just fucked, too, and I made you squirt in front of a dozen people before I fucked you the fourth time. Our cum was dripping down our thighs. Do you remember being my cum whore?”
“Yes, Luca,” I sigh. Pinching my nipple hard, I rub my thighs together, but it’s Luca’s lips brushing my ear; it’s his voice taking me again as Stacey screams, coming for us all to see while Luca dives into my mind. “What does my whore see?”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “My god, that’s so hot. They make her squirt.”
“Yes. You do, too, Belle. Do it. Come for your Master.”
I moan and obey, coming and taking the edge off. It’s almost satisfying. It’s almost enough as I sag in my stool, letting my hand flop by my side.
But it’s not enough.
Luca’s not satisfied.
When he sits down beside me, torment is in his eyes. It’s the same look he had the night he left me—the same one after our phone sex, or in the bathroom, or on his desk.
Then, Luca makes his pain worse.
He tells Ford he wants them to demonstrate the sex chaise for us. As her men prepare Stacey for more, Luca asks, “Where may we excuse ourselves in a moment if we need privacy?”
I chew my lip.
Is he asking for him or us?
Stacey has the same question in her eyes as Ford tells him about the rooms down the hall. How Delta’s special guests, like us, can use them if we need privacy.
But as I watch Stacey’s third man, Luke, sitting on the sex chaise, start to fuck her ass with her back to his chest and her legs spread for us to watch, I need privacy. I need that again. I need Luca so bad it makes me lift my skirt and pull my panties aside so I can at least have this. I can share my pleasure with another woman, watching her get fucked.
The sight of my pussy exposed to others makes Luca rise, prowling behind me again.
“You love it, don’t you, Belle? You’re just like me. You crave watching. Being watched.” Luca presses his lips to my ear. “Leave your pussy exposed. She’s looking at it while she plays with her clit and gets her ass fucked. I bet she wants to lick your pussy, too.”
Oh my god, I’m going to lose control, and I love it.
Sitting at an angle, I can watch Ford, one of her men, mount Stacey. Two men fuck her, one in her pussy and one in her ass, and I confess, whispering, “Luca, I want that. I want you and Zar that way.”
I start fingering my pussy, showing Luca how far I’ll go; these people can watch me get off too. I don’t care. I’m so close to my edge again. Once Mateo, the third man, starts fucking Ford’s ass while Ford’s cock is fucking Stacey’s pussy; I lose it.
“Oh my god,” I rasp, coming at the sight of two men together. Two men fucking and fucking a woman who’s also getting fucked by a third man. All four bodies together. Holy fuck, they’re so hot and beautiful. They move like they belong together, like they love each other.
I want to cry at all I don’t have and want so much because it makes Luca mutter some curse in French in my ear: I don’t know the meaning, but I know the emotion—desire denied.
It’s killing him, too.
“Fuck her,” Stacey calls out, pulling me out of my haze. In the middle of her pleasure, she sees my pain. “Luca,” she cries out, “take her down the hall and fuck her now. Do something. You belong together.”
Yes, we do.
I don’t care how long I have to wait or what I have to do with Luca to get there. I want to. I need to. I will. We belong together. No man has ever been strong enough to take me until him.
And he does.
Luca snaps.
He picks me up, my body still trembling from three orgasms. Draped in his arms, I wrap mine around his neck as he silently carries me out of the room.
It’s so romantic. I’ve never been carried before, and I don’t know what we’ll do, but the anguish on his sexy face is beautiful. He needs this, too. Carrying me down the long hallway, he kicks open a wooden bedroom door, and without a word, he lays me on the bed.
It’s all white in here, just like his hotels. White walls, white bed sheets, and white silk draping from the ceiling; it’s like a dream. But as Luca searches the side of the mattress, it gets dark.
It’s like he planned this.
“Give me your wrist,” he demands, and I do. I watch him wrap a black cuff around it, then he walks to the other side and cuffs my right wrist, then my ankles until I’m strapped to the bed, helpless to whatever he wants.
I don’t say a word; I want him to keep going. He mounts me, straddling my body, ripping my blouse open. Then, my bra; he yanks the silk cups down, leaving them there, exposing my breasts, making my nipples pearl for his hungry stare. He eyes my skirt, bunched high around my thighs.
“Do it,” I tell him. “Fuck me while I’m tied down,” but he doesn’t.
He gets up, gazing down at me from the edge of the bed. “The winner gets whatever he wants; do you consent, Scarlett?”
“Yes,” I answer with my eyes on the erection bobbing long in his pants.
Then he smirks with such evil and silently…
Luca walks out.
He leaves me alone in the room.
The lamps around me softly glow, but I try not to let it creep in. The shadowy fear that he won’t come back. That Luca’s left me. The room is warm, but my fear is bitter and cold. It shivers my lonely flesh.
Please, don’t hurt me like this.
Don’t leave me again.
I hear his footfalls trod down the grand wooden stairs. We’re on the third floor, and I clocked what’s on the second floor: a showroom full of sex toys and lingerie. I pray that’s where he’s going.
Please, come back.
Minutes feel like forever, and I don’t even care that I’m strapped to a bed. I let it happen. I can’t fight the rush of emotions that leave me so vulnerable that I crave it, too. I need to feel this, finally. I’m so used to being the one with no emotions, the one who has to fight, but now, I can’t.
I have to trust Luca.
Emotions break me when I finally hear his heavy steps, climbing stairs. Tears threaten as he opens the bedroom door. Carrying a black cotton woven basket, I don’t care what’s inside it; all that matters is he came back.
He sets the mysterious basket on the nightstand and removes a shiny pair of steel scissors.
“Ma flamme,” he stands at the edge of the mattress, gliding the dull end of the cold, metal blades down my cleavage, “do you trust me?”
“Yes, Luca,” I answer from depths I’ve never been to.
“I’ll let you prove it,” he says.
Slowly, he cuts my bra open, then tugs the cups away, freeing my breasts before he calmly drags the sharp edge of the cold blade under my warm, erect nipples, but not enough to cut my flesh. Obsession claims his eyes, watching the power in his act as I exhale, relaxed yet aroused.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks.
“You.” He cocks a dark eyebrow. “You, Master. I belong to you.”
“Good girl.” He glides the steely blades gradually down my belly, making it quiver with trust before he aims the sharp tips at the fabric of my skirt. “What can I do to you?” he baits me.
“Anything,” and I mean it.
Lazily, he cuts my skirt open. It falls from my body along with my resistance.
Then he slides the cold blades over my warm silk, drifting the weapon over my covered clit before he presses down. But he’s not watching his torment; he’s watching my eyes, how my ribs heave, and my thighs jump, but I won’t break his stare.
I’m not afraid. I answer before he asks, “I’m all yours, Master.”
My submission hoods his eyes as he glides the sharp blades under the string of my delicate pink thong. He holds them there, poised and ready to reveal what he desires, like if he cuts the string, he’ll cut his resolve, too.
Finally, he licks his lips, snapping the blades together, snapping the string free, and I shudder, watching him. He’s enraptured, cutting the other string as air rushes my exposed pussy. My clothes lay in ruin under me.
All that remains is my trust.
Silently, he sets the scissors down before slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and tossing it on a side chair. As he gazes at me lying here, open and helpless. His hands work, removing his dress pants next, and a breath catches in my lungs at the sight. At how his black boxer briefs can’t contain his hard cock. His thick desire strains the fabric. It’s practically see-through.
He turns to set his pants on the chair while I can’t stand the silence. “Luca, you can fuck me like this. I want you to. Please.”
“Oh, my belle, I can’t fuck you.” He turns back, grinning from the edge of the bed. He reaches into the basket. “But this will.”
He pulls out a thick, ten-inch flesh-like dildo, making me gasp. “Luca, it’s huge.”
“Precisely.” Suddenly, he’s smiling. “It’s like me.” And almost not lying.
Then he pulls out another toy. It’s black and fits in his palm. I know what it is. I’ve been tempted to splurge on one before. It’s one of those toys that gently sucks your clit. The soft silicone tip surrounds it, and it’s like you’re getting eaten out…at up to fifteen different mind-erasing speeds.
But first, he surprises me, putting it over my nipple, clicking the sucking toy, and making me cry out, “Yes,” at the exquisite pressure.
“It’s like my mouth, isn’t it, Belle?” He plays with my nipples, making me writhe while he taunts, “We need these little nipples excited too. Every part of you is mine to play with.”
“Luca, please,” I call out, and he stops.
“Use these words, Belle. ‘Red’ to stop. ‘Yellow’ to slow down. But you say my name when you want more.”
“Luca,” I answer him. I give consent, and his deep smile is almost evil.
He thrills my nipples with the toy until I’m tugging at my restraints. My pussy is in pain to be filled, to come, and I almost do, but then he stops. “You come when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I gasp, curious as he lifts the sucking toy away and lays it on the bed. Reaching into the black basket again, he pulls out little black cups, a little larger than sewing thimbles.
“They say these feel like sucking snakes biting at your nipples,” he tells me, smirking. “Do you want me biting your nipples, my whore?”
My pussy drips. “Luca,” I answer.
Whoever “they” are aren’t kidding.
He cups my first nipple, squeezing the soft, black rubber, and when he releases his pinch, it creates a vacuum, sucking my nipple so hard I groan, slamming my eyes shut. I groan again when he tortures my other nipple, taunting me. “It’s my mouth, biting and sucking your pink little nipples that belong to me, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Luca.” I crack my eyelids open to watch him walk to the foot of the bed. Kneeling between my naked legs, he stares at my sex splayed open for him.
I’ve been so wet all evening; arousal soaks my thighs.
He picks up the huge dildo from the bed, gliding its cool, velvety latex through my lips, smearing my arousal around, and I pant. When he teases its fat tip into my entrance, I moan. Slowly, he penetrates me, and it burns so sweet, stretching me open, just like he did, and all I can do is growl his name over and over so that he doesn’t stop.
“You want to be my whore, don’t you, Scarlett?” He kneels with his hulking legs between mine, and he’s so close to where I’m desperate for him.
“Yes, Luca,” I answer, stretched wide with inches of a dildo inside me.
“Your pussy gets so wet for me, I can see it. You want me. Your cum is all over my cock.”
He starts sliding it in and out. It’s so erotic, so lewd and intimate, the sound of my arousal smacking against a thrusting dildo. Then he picks up the sucking toy on the mattress and hovers it over my screaming clit.
“If you let me, I’ll torture you with pleasure, Scarlett. That’s who I am,” he promises. “Pleasing you punishes me, and that’s what I need. Giving you pleasure but not being allowed to fuck you or taste you or kiss you destroys me, and that’s what I want, do you understand?”
“Yes, Luca.”
“Even if I let someone else play with you or taste you, this is my pussy, and watching them touch it when I can’t is my pain. The pain I want. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Luca.”
But it will be him fucking me one day, loving me one day; I know it.
I will MAKE HIM.
Luca won’t be able to stand watching me with someone else. I remember how he devoured my kiss, how he growled my name when he was inside me. Luca won’t be able to fight me forever, and I never lose.
“Look at how hard my whore’s clit is. It’s so swollen for me.” He gazes down at the dildo he’s sliding in and out of me. “You’re going to look me in the eye while you come on my cock. If I let anything fuck you, you always look at me. You always come for me when I tell you to. You always scream my name. Look at me. Answer me.”
“Yes, Luca.” I’m shaking. “Yes, Master.”
Clicking the sucking toy, he presses it firmly over my throbbing clit as the muscles in his corded forearms strain. He starts brutally fucking me with the big dildo, thrusting faster and faster, making my body receive all his power, and I thrash, loving it, begging him, “Please!”
“Come, Belle!” He commands, and I scream his name. I come so hard my wrists yank at my restraints, my nipples stinging so sweet, my thighs shaking, my back bowing, and I can’t help it. My eyes slam shut.
“No, no, my whore.” He spanks my breast. “You always watch me.” I open my heavy eyes. He’s staring at me, the ice in his eyes hardening as he growls, “You need to be taught until you learn. Do it again.”
He starts training me, fucking me with different dildos.
Next, it’s a curved jade glass one that he leisurely drags in and out of my pulsing walls. Then it’s a thick steel one that he coldly leaves inside me, always torturing my clit with that sucking toy, then it’s back to the stretching, ten-inch realistic one, making me come three more times for him until I learn to keep my eyes open.
I have to force my stare on him while he watches me crumble into a soaking, throbbing mess before his satisfied glare over and over.
But when he goes for a fourth time, pulling the real-looking dildo out of my clenching pussy and sucking my cum off of it like he’s giving it head, I groan at the sight.
Does Luca like dick, too?
But as he starts to slide it back into my tender opening, “Red,” I tell him, and he stops. “Luca, no more. Not unless you come with me too.”
“Scarlett,” he sneers my name like a curse, but it’s in his eyes; he’s aching to indulge in the sin.
He’s so close that when he pushes his boxers down, his cock that’s been hard for hours, I swear, hangs heavy and throbbing with need. It makes my mouth water. It makes me feel empty without him. My chest aches because he won’t give us what we need, but he gives us this.
Leaning over me, he surprises me, unstrapping my left wrist. “Fuck your pussy like it’s my cock inside you,” he says, guiding my free hand to grab the dildo he’s made warm with his mouth and my lust.
Then he kneels between my legs, tenting his gorgeous body over mine. He braces his mass over me with his left hand, his shredded muscles glistening but able to take his weight, but I don’t know if I can. It’s like Luca’s on top of me, about to fuck me, but he’s barely letting his body touch mine.
“Do it, Belle.” He gazes into my eyes. He won’t look away. “I’m the one fucking you. The only one.”
He starts jerking his hard cock with his right hand while my left hand does the same, sliding the life-like toy in and out like it’s his real cock that’s only an inch away.
“Luca.” I can’t help it. I want to cry at his beauty above me, at the lust and torment in his eyes. He won’t stop staring at me, and it has to match mine.
Because I feel it, too. This is what he needs: someone else to share his pain—someone to join him in his lonely hell. I don’t want to break him; I want to wrap around him. I want to take him inside and never let him go.
We can’t say a word while our bodies build fast and hard because he’s been holding it back for so long, but I won’t hold back.
“Yes, Luca. It’s you inside me.” I start panting because it’s true, even if this is as close as we get. “Yes, it’s you. It’s you inside me. I’m yours now,” I confess because he’s groaning like we’re connected, like he can feel himself inside me, too. “I always will be yours. Oh, god…”
I anchor my eyes to his and stare at an emotion churning so deep inside him that it ends me. I come again, trained now to lock to his crystal gaze as I do, gasping his name and making his lips shake.
“Scarlett,” he grunts, his muscles seizing, his body locked above me before his warm cum coats my pussy, splattering my belly. There’s so much pain he’s been holding back; it covers me. His grunts sound like excruciating ecstasy, and I can’t help it. My tear escapes.
“Ma flamme.” Barely, he kisses my wet cheek like he can take away our ache for the other. Like this is the answer, but it’s not.
It only leaves me with questions.
Why does he punish himself?
Why won’t he let himself live again?
Love again?
Once he catches his breath, he leans back, kneeling between my legs. Like he’s lost in thought and can’t decide what to do, he trails his fingertip through his cum puddled on my trimmed mound.
Silently, I watch him suck his taste off his fingertip, his eyes burning at mine before he growls low. “Is this what you want with me, Scarlett? Do you accept our arrangement? Because let me warn you now, tonight was easy. As your Dom, I will only be worse from here. I will use you. I will degrade you. I may share you, and I will always watch you. You’re mine. I own you, but I will never fuck you, or taste you, or kiss your lips. I will torture you with pleasure until you beg me to stop, and sometimes I won’t. Not unless you say, ‘Red.’”
Red.
The poetic irony isn’t lost on me.
It’s a sign because I answer him, “Luca.”