Chapter 12 Giovanna
Giovanna
Tommy’s chest rises and falls, his eyes dragging over every inch of my bare skin like he’s memorizing it.
The weight of his gaze is so heavy that I almost feel it physically as I wait for him to touch me, kiss me, grab me.
But he doesn’t. His words—babies, forever—echo in my head until I can barely breathe.
When he finally reaches for me, instead of letting him pull me close, I take his hand and lead him into my closet.
“I got to dress you up today. Now it’s your turn.
”
He growls softly, but follows me, stationing himself behind me, a wall of heat at my back, as we survey the racks of clothes.
His cock presses against the small of my back through his jeans as his arms frame me, one on either side.
He slides hangers along the rack, deliberating, each shift causing his hoodie to brush against me, bringing with it the familiar scent of leather and amber, his scent, safe and sensual all at once.
I see a shirt I like and step forward to get it, but he grabs my hip, rough, and yanks me back against him, so that he’s wrapped around me.
His mouth next to my ear, he makes a ‘tch tch’ noise, chastising me.
“My choice.” His warm breath skates across my neck, and I suppress a shiver.
He lifts a pale pink blouse and drapes it against me, dragging the fabric lazily across my breasts, my stomach, back up again, until my nipples ache.
Right before a moan escapes me, he drops it and pulls another shirt off the rack and does it again.
Then another. And another. Over and over, he repeats the process until my floor is littered with discarded tops.
Finally, he settles on a high-necked blouse and jeans, and I hide a smile at his conservative choice.
I lean back into him, inhaling his scent, tipping my chin toward the dresser.
“I’ll need underwear. Top drawer.”
He hesitates, his hand barely grazing the outline of my hip, his gaze pinned to my mouth.
For a split second, I’m sure he’s going to kiss me and my heart rate skyrockets, but instead he moves a wrought iron dressing chair out of the way and rifles through the drawer.
He catches my eye in the mirror and holds up a sports bra with a smirk.
I laugh. “That thing is like armor. No.” I tug out a lace bra instead, delicate purple to match the shirt.
His expression ices over.
“No.” His voice is sharp.
“You’re not wearing lace for another man.
”
I jerk it out of reach. “It matches the shirt, Tommy. That’s all.
”
“You’re not going out with him, Gi.”
That commanding tone of his makes me wet.
My voice comes out cracked and husky. “Why?”
We’re inches apart.
I’m naked. I can see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans.
I know he wants me, so why won’t he just fucking take me without all the love con shit?
“Say it, Tommy. Tell me why you don’t want me to go.
And don’t give me any of your babies and forever bullshit or I swear to God I’ll walk out.
”
His jaw ticks. He opens his mouth to speak, then decides against it.
Instead, he closes the distance between us, his hoodie feathering against my skin with every breath, raw and sensual.
I’m so wet I’m practically dripping down my thighs.
“Text him.” His voice is low, gravelly. “Tell him you can’t make it.
”
Rage spikes through me, and I smack his chest with both hands.
“You don’t own me, Tommy. You can’t—”
He drops into the iron chair, grabbing my wrists and yanking me onto his lap.
I land straddling him, his cock hot and solid against me through denim.
My breath catches in my throat as he grabs my ass, grinding my bare pussy painfully against his cock through his jeans.
“You want to be in charge?” His teeth graze my collarbone, biting down until I gasp.
“You can be in charge, sweet girl. But there are rules.”
“What rules?” I ask breathlessly.
“You do not date other men. After you text Tony to cancel, you delete and block him—him and every other guy in your phone who has ever touched you or wanted to touch you.”
I squirm instinctively, rocking against him.
He grips my ass tighter and holds me still, and I groan in frustration.
“I don’t want a boyfriend, Tommy. I just want—”
“I’m not finished.
First, you’re going to slide that wet pussy up and down my cock.
You are not allowed to take me inside you.
I am not fucking you today. But you are not allowed to stop until you come.
Do you understand?”
I can’t stop staring at his mouth, dumbstruck by his words.
He’s never talked to me like this. No one has.
Suddenly, being bossed around by Tommy Demonio is hitting different.
“Can I kiss you?” My voice comes out small and meek, and his eyes turn black with lust.
“Yes.” He grinds the word out and grips the chair seat so hard his knuckles turn white.
I reach up, flip his cap backward, and trail my nails lightly down his jaw.
His lips part and I wrap my arms around his neck, dragging my tongue slowly along his full bottom lip like I did on New Year’s Eve, my eyes locked on his.
Fuck, he tastes good. I press my lips to his, my eyes closing but they shoot open again when he bites my bottom lip, hard, triggering a rush of arousal I didn’t expect.
I whine his name the best I can, and when he half chuckles, I shove my hand between us and take hold of his hard dick through his jeans and squeeze until he releases my lip, a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Harder.”
“Put your hands on me, Tommy.”
“No.”
“Why? Why won’t you touch me?
” It comes out whiny, but I don’t care. I need to feel him.
I push his t-shirt and hoodie up and rub my palms over his hard-muscled chest.
“You wanted to be in charge. You won’t be if I touch you.
”
“Why?” I ask breathlessly. “What will you do?”
“That’s something we won’t find out today.
” The way he says it, I get the feeling that he doesn’t know the answer, either.
“Are you worried you’ll hurt me?” I search my brain for the right combination of words to convince him to fuck me right here, right now.
“What if… what if I don’t mind if you hurt me?
”
He takes off his hat and helps me pull his hoodie and shirt off before replacing his cap on his head backward, one lock of hair hanging down his face.
“It’s nice you won’t mind, because I will hurt you.
But not today.”
He is so beautiful. I can’t believe Tommy Demonio has his shirt off, his hat backward in my closet, and I’m straddling him naked, dragging my nails down the hard ridges of muscle, his hard cock separated from my wet pussy by mere fabric.
Something twists in my chest that I can’t quite identify.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“Why not?” I ask, licking the sinewy muscle at the base of his neck, my hard nipples brushing against his chest.
His cock stiffens more beneath me, and he groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as I kiss and suck and bite his neck, leaving marks.
“Because apparently you need a few reasons to stop seeing other men and choose me.” His voice is tight as he fights for control.
“And I’m not going to give you all those reasons at once.
”
“And because I know everything there is to know about you, except what you sound like when you come.” He bites down on the vein pulsing fast in my neck.
“You have your orders. Let me hear you come, sweet girl.”
I rise up on my tiptoes so I can swirl my hips in a circular motion across his lap.
Tommy presses his forehead to mine, lifting his hips to meet me, as we look down at his lap, watching together.
It’s like everything is in slow motion until suddenly someone hits the fast-forward button.
In a split second, Tommy crashes his mouth into mine, kissing me frantically as he grips the back of my neck with one hand, the other spanning my back then moving roughly to my ass.
Desperately, I claw at his belt and zipper, pulling out his cock.
Velvet over stone, it’s so thick I can’t wrap my hand fully around it, but I stroke up and down until he’s groaning into my mouth as he’s kissing me.
We pull away from each other, panting, both looking down at my hand on his cock.
“Get it wet.” His eyes are dark, his jaw set.
I’m not sure what he means, so I shift forward, pulling his cock toward my wet pussy.
He grips my wrist hard with a warning growl.
“Gi…”
“Don’t worry, daddy,” I whisper into his ear.
“I promise not to break the rules.”
“Fuuuccckkkk.” He grips my breast painfully, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, shooting an electric shock of pleasure straight to my clit.
I slide the outside of my wet pussy against the length of his cock, coating him almost immediately.
“Fuck, Tommy.”