Chapter 27
D aniel's weight presses me into the mattress, his body warm and solid against mine.
"I want to know what you like," I whisper, running my fingers along the hard planes of his chest. "And I want to know what I like too."
He studies my face, his blue eyes intense. "You've never had the chance to figure that out."
I bite my lip, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. "That's not entirely true."
Daniel raises an eyebrow, waiting.
"I knew my body had... needs." The words come out in a rush. "So I watched porn sometimes. Not a lot, just... now and then."
I can't believe I'm telling him this. My face burns hotter, and I want to hide, but Daniel's expression doesn't change. No judgment, no mockery.
"I feel so stupid saying this out loud," I admit. "It's embarrassing."
Daniel brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Lu, you don't need to be embarrassed for exploring what you like. That's normal. Healthy, even."
"Really?"
"Really." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "Everyone has desires. Figuring out what they are is part of knowing yourself."
Something about his gentle acceptance makes me brave. "What about you? What do you like?"
Daniel hesitates, his eyes searching mine. "I like BDSM."
The unfamiliar term hangs between us. "What's that?"
"It stands for bondage, discipline, dominance, submission." His voice is steady, but I notice the tension in his shoulders. "It's about power exchange. Trust. Control."
"Like... tying someone up?" I ask, remembering scenes I've glimpsed online.
"That can be part of it." Daniel shifts, propping himself on his elbow beside me. "But it's more about the dynamic. One person takes control, the other gives it. Both people get what they need."
I consider this, trying to understand. "And you like... being in control?"
"Yes." His answer is immediate, certain. "But only when it's freely given. Only when both people want the same thing."
The intensity in his eyes makes my breath catch. I think about how safe I feel with him, how he's always been my protector. How different that feels from the men who took my control by force.
"Would you show me?" I ask, surprising myself with my boldness. "Not everything at once, but... I want to understand."
Daniel cups my face, his touch gentle despite the power I know his hands contain. "Only if you're sure. And only what feels good to you. We stop the second you want to."
"I trust you," I tell him, and I mean it more than I've ever meant anything. "I want to know what it's like to give control to someone I choose."
Daniel's thumb strokes my cheek. "I don't have anything here. No ropes. No equipment. But we can start simple."
His voice drops into that commanding tone I've heard him use in security briefings. "Sit up against the headboard."
I scramble to obey, my silk slip sliding against the sheets. The cheap headboard digs into my back through the thin mattress.
"Hands on your thighs," he orders, standing at the foot of the bed. "Palms down."
I press my hands flat against my thighs. My breathing turns shallow. The air feels thick between us.
"Look at me."
I lift my gaze. Daniel watches me with those intense blue eyes. His muscular arms are crossed over his chest. The lamp casts shadows across the hard planes of his stomach.
"Good," he murmurs. "Now tell me what you want."
I swallow. "What?"
"Say it. 'Daniel, I want you to touch me.'"
Heat floods my face. "Daniel..." The words stick in my throat. "I want you to touch me."
"Where?" His voice is low, controlled.
I bite my lip. "My legs."
He cocks his head. "Be specific."
"My... thighs."
"Better." Daniel moves closer. He stops just out of reach. "Now ask properly."
My skin tingles. "Please touch my thighs."
He closes the distance. His calloused hands settle on my knees. They slide upward with deliberate slowness. My muscles quiver under his touch.
"Part your legs."
I shift, letting my knees fall open an inch. He raises an eyebrow. I widen the gap until my silk slip rides up my hips. Cool air hits my exposed skin.
Daniel kneels between my thighs. His hands grip my knees. "Keep your hands where they are."
I flatten them against my thighs, fingers spread. My pulse pounds in my ears. His scent fills my nose, gun oil and something warmer, more human. Cedar and salt.
His thumbs sweep inward along my inner thighs. I gasp. His touch is firm, almost clinical. He stops inches from where I ache for him.
"Don't move," he warns as my hips lift involuntarily.
I force myself still. Sweat beads between my breasts. Daniel watches my face, tracking every flicker of reaction.
"Tell me what you need."
"Closer," I breathe.
His thumbs drift higher. They brush against the edge of my panties. Electric sparks shoot through my core.
"Here?"
I nod, unable to speak. He hooks his fingers into the lace waistband. The material scrapes sensitive skin.
"Eyes on me, Lucrezia."
I drag my gaze back to his. His eyes have darkened, but his expression remains controlled. The contrast makes me wetter.
He pulls my panties down an inch. Then another. I bite back a whimper.
"Tell me."
"Please." My voice sounds ragged. "Please touch me."
Daniel slides one thick finger beneath the fabric. He finds my clit with unerring accuracy. My back arches off the headboard.
"Don't move," he reminds me, his finger circling. "Hands stay put."
I whine, clutching at my thighs. The friction builds, coiling tight in my belly. His other hand grips my hip, pinning me to the mattress. His dominance makes my core throb.
"Good girl," he murmurs. "You're doing so well."
Praise rolls through me like warm honey. I press harder against his hand. Daniel increases the pressure, his eyes locked on mine. My climax gathers, swift and sudden.
"Daniel!"
"Come for me," he commands. His finger moves faster. "Now."
My orgasm tears through me. I cry out, legs shaking. Daniel holds me down as I thrash against his hand. He doesn't stop until the last tremor fades.
I sag against the headboard, dazed. Daniel withdraws his hand slowly. He licks his glistening finger, never breaking eye contact.
"You liked that," he states.
My cheeks flush. "Yes."
He leans in. His lips brush my ear. "And we're just getting started."
My cock throbs against the zipper of my jeans.
Lucrezia's response to my basic commands astonished me.
Her willingness, the sheer desire shining in her eyes.
.. makes me harder than I've ever been. I've never allowed myself to imagine her like this.
Submitting willingly, trusting me with her pleasure and her pain.
"Stand up," I order. She scrambles to obey, eyes locked on mine. Her white slip clings to damp curves. My fingers itch to rip it away. I step into her space. "I'm going to take what I want from you tonight. Understand?"
She shivers. "Yes."
"Tell me who you belong to."
Her breath hitches. "You."
"Good girl." I pull her slip over her head. It joins my t-shirt on the floor. She stands before me naked. Perfect skin glowing in the dim light. I trail a hand down her stomach. "Spread your legs."
She widens her stance. I kneel before her. Her scent floods my senses, warm musk and arousal. My mouth waters. I glance up. "Hands behind your head."
Her fingers lace together at her nape. Her breasts lift with each quick breath. I grip her hips. My tongue finds her clit immediately. She moans. Her hips jerk toward my mouth.
"Don't move." The command vibrates against wet heat. Her thighs quiver. She holds herself still. I lap at her core, long slow strokes. She tastes like heaven. Her whimpers fill the room. "Fuck, Daniel..."
I slide two fingers inside her. She's slick, tight. My cock strains against denim. I pump my fingers slowly. Her inner muscles clench around them. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she gasps. "Inside me."
I withdraw my fingers slowly. Stand. Her eyes drop to the bulge in my jeans. Hunger flares in them. I unbutton my jeans slowly, watching her watch me. My cock springs free, hard and aching. Precum beads at the tip.
I grip the base. "No condom."
Her eyes widen slightly.
"We're both clean". I say, knowing she is because doctors checked on her after the incident. And I am too.
She nods. "No condom."
My control strains. "You understand what that means?"
"Yes." Her voice is steady.
I step forward. She doesn't flinch. My hand fists in her hair, guiding her to her knees. She looks up at me. The trust in her eyes almost undoes me. I guide my cock to her lips. "Open."
Her mouth welcomes me. Heat and wetness surround me. She sucks tentatively. I groan. "Use your tongue." She obeys. The flick of her tongue along my shaft makes my balls tighten. I pull back before I spill. "Enough."
She sits back on her heels. Her lips glisten. I haul her up, push her face-first against the wall. Her palms flatten against the cheap paneling. "Arch your back."
She obeys. The curve of her ass drives me wild. I press against her, my cock nestled between her cheeks. I nip her shoulder. "Last chance to back out."
"Do it," she commands.
I grip her hip with one hand. Guide my cock to her entrance with the other. Push. Her wet heat engulfs me inch by inch. She moans. The sound vibrates through me. I sheath myself fully. Her inner walls pulse around me.
"Fuck, Lu. So tight."
"Move," she begs, pushing back against me.
I withdraw slowly. Thrust hard. She cries out. My hips snap forward. Again. Again. Harder each time. Her cries turn to guttural moans. My fingers dig into her hips. Sweat drips down my temple. Her scent surrounds me. Her sounds drive me. "You feel that? How deep am I?"
"Yes!" She pushes back to meet my thrusts.
I slam into her. Her back arches. She's close. I feel it in her tightening core. In her desperate cries. I reach around, find her clit. Rub hard. "Come for me, Lucrezia. Now."
Her climax tears through her. She screams my name. Her walls clamp around me. I grit my teeth, holding back my own release. I pump through her orgasm until she sags against the wall. Withdraw slowly.
My cock aches. I turn her around. She looks wrecked. Beautiful. Mine. Her hands slide up my chest. "You didn't..."
"I'm pulling out every time," I tell her harshly. "No risks."
Her eyes soften. She kisses me. "Thank you."
His breath burns against my throat. Rough hands slide around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my belly. "Far from done, baby girl." His voice scrapes low over my skin, sparking flames deep inside me.
"Tell me what you want."
"You," I gasp. "More of you. Like this. Always like this."
A low growl vibrates in his chest. His teeth nip my collarbone.
"On the bed. Knees apart, hands behind your back."
The command sends liquid heat pooling low in my belly. I scramble onto the worn mattress, positioning myself as ordered. The rough sheets scrape my knees.
He follows, kneeling between my spread thighs. Callused palms slide up my inner legs. "So pretty like this. Open for me." His thumbs brush my folds. I whimper.
"Quiet. Stay still."
His mouth covers me. Hot, wet suction on my clit. My hips jerk instinctively. "Ah--!"
Fingers dig into my hips.
"Move again and I stop."
I freeze, trembling.
The threat makes my core throb. He licks a slow stripe through my wetness. "Good girl."
The praise washes through me, warm and sweet. His tongue circles my clit again. Deliberate. Teasing. I bite my lip until it throbs. My fingers twist behind my back. "Please..."
He ignores my plea. Takes his time. Lapping, sucking. Driving me mad. His thumb presses inside me. Crooks.
I choke back a scream. Tears prick my eyes. "Daniel!"
"Come." The order punches from him. My climax rips through me. Violent. Consuming. I arch hard off the bed. A broken sob tears from my throat. He works me through the shattering waves, relentlessly. When I collapse, trembling, he rises over me. His cock glistens, thick and hard.
"Stand." He pulls me up, turns me to face the scratched headboard.
"Hands flat."
I press my palms against the cool veneer. He kicks my legs wider. His cock nudges against my entrance from behind. "Beg for it."
"Please," I breathe. "Fuck me. Hard."
He drives into me with a single brutal thrust. Fills me completely. I cry out. He stills, buried deep. "Quieter, Lu. Thin walls." His breath rasps against my ear. He withdraws slowly. Slams back. Harder. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes! God, yes!" He sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust punches the air from my lungs. The headboard rattles against the wall. My breasts bounce with the force. Sweat slicks between us. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise. "Mine," he snarls. "Say it."
"Yours!" I gasp. "All yours! Always!"
He fucks me deeper. Rougher. My cries turn guttural. Pleasure coils tighter. Higher. "Close," I warn hoarsely.
"Not yet." He slows. Dragging almost out. Pushing back in with agonizing slowness. "Wait for me." His hand slips around my hip. Finds my swollen clit. Rubs hard, fast circles. "Now. Come for me."
I shatter. Screaming silently into the crook of my arm. My inner walls clench around him in violent spasms. He groans. A ragged sound ripped from deep in his chest. His thrusts turn jerky, uncontrolled. He tears out of me. Hot jets of cum stripe my lower back, my ass. Thick. Possessive. Marking me.
His forehead presses between my shoulder blades. His breath comes in harsh gusts against my damp skin.
"Christ, Lu," he rasps.
"Look at you." His thumb swipes through the wetness on my skin. Brings it to my lips.
"Taste it. Taste what you do to me."
I open my mouth. He smears his release across my tongue. Salty. Musky.
He watches my face, eyes dark and intense. "Good?"
I swallow. The taste is his claim. "Perfect."