17. Luca
SEVENTEEN
LUCA
I tasted myself on Dominic’s lips.
Dominic’s tongue swirled into my mouth, feeding me my cum. Hands on my shoulders, he pushed me against the wall and crushed his lips against mine. Like he needed to shove the proof down my throat. I sucked in his tongue greedily.
We bumped into walls as we stumbled toward the bedroom. Dominic steered us, his hands on my waist.
A blowjob from a man shouldn’t have felt this good, but nothing in my past compared. None of the women who’d sucked my cock matched the perfect heat, relentless suction, and sheer intensity of Dominic’s mouth. Maybe because having my boss on his knees had been a fantasy since the day I started working for him.
I’d pictured it a thousand times—his lips stretched around me, choking, his eyes desperate. I thought it’d be humiliating, but there was no shame in Dominic as he sucked me dry, just ruthless determination. The sight of my boss on his knees, drinking my cum, was burned on my retinas. He’d shattered my every expectation.
Dominic pulled back from our kiss. “How’d that feel?”
I panted. “Fucking my boss’s throat? Yeah, that wasn’t too bad.”
He laughed. “Downplay it all you want. We both know where this ends.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do. I’ve been around closeted guys my whole life.”
Dominic’s hand slid from my neck as he unbuttoned his shirt. I bit down an urge to help him, watching him take off his clothes. It felt like a replay of that night in his apartment.
Dominic unbuckled his slacks. He pushed down his pants and freed his thick cock. He kicked his clothes away and pushed me to the bed, making me sit. He stroked my head and kissed the side of my face.
“Stay here,” he said.
Then he disappeared behind me.
I looked forward, my chest tight as Dominic reached under the bed. He grabbed my duffel bag, unzipped it, and retrieved handcuffs. They clinked as he approached me.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
I obeyed, my heart pounding.
Steel touched my wrists, clicking shut. A chain rattled as I tried to pull them apart.
“What are these for?”
Dominic stroked my cheek. “If I order you to suck my cock, you’ll do it like I know you want to, but afterward, you’ll turn it into something it’s not. You’ll convince yourself you didn’t want it, and the shame will eat you alive.”
I stared at him. “How is taking away my choice any better?”
“Because you don’t have to think about what you’re supposed to want. The cuffs take all that away.”
I almost laughed. This was how Dominic thought he could help me? By stripping me of control and rationalizing it as a gift? It was insane, but my cock hadn’t stopped throbbing.
What made me hard? Was it the way his eyes darkened as he tightened the cuffs, or his fingers brushing my cheek like I was something precious? Was I turned on by the idea of surrendering to Dominic?
By being forced ?
Dominic’s fingers tilted my chin up. “You’ve spent your whole life pretending, Luca.”
“I’m not—I don’t?—”
“We’re not arguing about this anymore.”
My mind scrambled for some way to push back, but Dominic stepped closer. His cock stood at eye-level as Dominic’s hand wrapped around me. He threaded his fingers through my hair. His other hand gripped his cock.
I stared at it, my stomach twisting.
A lazy smirk tugged at his lips. “Nervous?”
Yes .
I’d never sucked cock before. I wasn’t sure I’d like it. Accepting a blowjob was one thing—blowing another man was undeniably gay. Curiosity burned through my discomfort. I wanted to feel what it was like to have him in my mouth, but fear clawed at me.
Ridiculous .
He’d already gone down on me. Fuck it, I’d deal with the consequences later. This felt too good to stop.
Jesus, this was really going to happen.
I was going to suck off my boss.
What would it feel like? What about when he came? My heart pounded. Did I want to swallow?
Dominic’s thumb stroked my cheek as his head pressed against my lips. I parted them to gasp, then his thumb hooked inside, creating an opening for his cock. He wedged open my jaw, sliding over my tongue. The fullness stretched my mouth.
He seated himself inside me. He let me adjust for a few moments, stroking my hair. My body tensed, every nerve on edge as he pushed deeper. This is happening. Shame twisted in my chest, but it burned like kindling.
I fought the urge to pull back, but Dominic’s hand settled at the back of my head. He didn’t force me, but his grip said: I’m in control.
Is that what I want?
The heat building in my body made my shame worse, but the moment Dominic let out a soft groan, my chest cracked open. My pulse raced as I felt him throb against my tongue. I liked hearing him come undone. I wanted to be the reason for it.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and I braced myself as the pressure increased. Not quite choking, but close enough. My breathing grew ragged.
You’re not supposed to want this.
But I did.
I was on my knees for him. My boss. The man who made me feel seen. For the first time in my miserable life, shame didn’t win.
Dominic pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth. I caught my breath as he leaned down, his thumb brushing over my spit-slicked bottom lip.
“You’re a mess already, and I’ve barely started.”
I panted. “Maybe if you didn’t have a dick the size of my forearm, it’d be easier.”
His lip curled. “I didn’t mean your mouth.”
My cheeks burned. I didn’t have to look down. The throbbing between my legs wasn’t exactly subtle.
“You’re too smug.”
“And you’re too stubborn,” he shot back.
Dominic’s cock pressed against my lips again, cutting off the smart-ass comment I was about to make. His hands framed my face, holding me still as he slid back into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “All the way. You’re so good at this.”
My lips tightened around him, and I groaned. Jesus, he had me completely wrapped around his finger.
Dominic’s hips rolled forward a little deeper. “Every time I see these lips, I’ll remember how they look wrapped around me. God, you’re such a fucking tease, Luca. You’re perfect.”
Perfect .
That sent a rush of heat through me.
Dominic’s hand still guided my movements, but I took over. I sucked him in my mouth, bobbing my head. When my neck got tired, Dominic fisted my hair and began to thrust. He fucked my mouth until saliva dribbled down my chin, his balls making rhythmic slaps. His hips punched forward harder. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.
His hand tightened in my hair. “You look so pretty choking on me.”
Pretty hit me like a shockwave, my cock twitching. I’d never been called that in my life.
His thrusts slowed down. “Drooling all over yourself, gagging on my cock, and still eager. You love this, don’t you?”
I wanted to tell him to shut the hell up, but I couldn’t form words with his cock stuffed in my mouth. I groaned, and his fingers flexed on my scalp.
“Fuck, Luca,” Dominic growled. “You’re too damn good at this. Am I really the first to fuck your mouth?”
I couldn’t respond, but I glared at him.
His grin widened. “Good. This mouth is mine.”
My chest burned, and I couldn’t stop wanting more. His hips stuttered, his control slipping as he thrust deeper, his cock brushing against the back of my throat again. This time, I forced myself to relax, letting my boss take what he wanted.
Dominic’s cock thrust into my mouth. My fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, to dig into his hips and pull him closer.
Dominic paused. “What’s wrong?”
I pulled back. “Take the cuffs off.”
Dominic smirked. “Why would I do that? You look so hot when you’re tied up.”
“Because I want to touch you.”
“You want to touch me?”
I nodded, my throat raw from him.
Dominic’s eyes darkened as his grip on my jaw tightened. I could tell he wanted to keep fucking me. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, reaching behind me.
The cool click of the cuffs unlocking sent a rush of relief through me, and the moment my wrists were free, I reached for him. My hands slid up his thighs, over the taut muscles of his hips, and finally to his waist. His skin was hot under my palms, and I pulled him closer.
“Happy now?” Dominic asked.
I leaned forward to press my lips against the base of his cock, trailing slow kisses up the length of him. Dominic cursed, his hands finding my hair again as he let me take control.
“Fuck, Luca. You’re going to ruin me.”
“Somebody has to.”
My hand wrapped around his length. The size of him made my mouth dry. I gave his cock a few slow jerks. I leaned down, my tongue flicking out.
Dominic groaned, his hips shifting slightly.
He was so hard, I could feel his pulse beating against my fingers. Clear drops oozed from his head. My tongue caught one. Dominic swore. My other hand cupped his balls, playing with the skin, as I positioned my mouth.
I took him in my mouth. Only an inch, but Dominic’s other hand fisted my hair. Encouraged by that, I wrapped myself around the tip of his cock, feeling the weight of him pressing against my tongue. He was so big, I had to readjust my jaw. I pulled my lips over my teeth to keep from grazing him.
Dominic didn’t look in control anymore. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His big eyes swallowed me. He didn’t remotely resemble the arrogant fuck that bossed me around. He tried to play it cool, though.
My tongue swirled around the head. He twitched with every stroke. He told me to pay attention to the base. Make it messy, Luca. Take me deeper . I obeyed him.
His fingers tangled in my hair. Dominic didn’t seem capable of speech anymore, but he’d said some things that made my chest tighten.
You’re perfect.
I love your lips wrapped around me.
Such a good boy.
Dominic’s wrecked voice echoed in my head. I told myself I didn’t care, but the heat in my chest said otherwise. It burned, spreading lower with every rasped groan that escaped his lips.
Dominic grunted, pulling out of me. His hands slid under my arms, pushing me backward. I let him guide me to the bed, his weight following close behind.
“Turn around,” he rasped. “Get that ass over here.”
I froze. Turn around? I almost said no, but Dominic’s hands stayed on me, grounding me. He wasn’t pushing, just waiting.
With a shaky breath, I shifted myself until I straddled him. His hands roved over my ass, kneading, and my muscles tensed. A sharp smack echoed through the room, followed by a wicked sting. I flinched, a strangled noise escaping my throat.
The burn spread, tingling under my skin in a way I didn’t expect. Dominic’s hands followed, soothing the sting, his touch almost tender. My breathing hitched.
He slapped me again, the sound ringing in my ears. My head spun with the shock of it. Fuck, I liked it. The sting melted into warmth, making my pulse stutter.
I took Dominic into my mouth, my lips wrapping around the swollen head as he spread open my ass cheeks, exposing me completely. There was a rustling sound, the faint crinkle of a bottle being opened. I stiffened. Cool liquid hit my asshole, jolting me like ice water.
“Don’t stop, Luca. Keep sucking.”
His voice settled inside me, threading through my nerves like steel wire. I let out a shaky breath through my nose and slid my mouth lower, taking more of him. His cock filled me, brushing the back of my throat.
His slick finger pressed against my entrance, and I tensed. My hips jerked. I wasn’t ready for that, but he didn’t push.
The dual sensations of Dominic filling my mouth and teasing my ass sent heat rushing through my body.I couldn’t think. My mouth worked harder. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, desperate to drown out the rising tension inside me.
“Good boy,” Dominic rasped.
Saliva and precum smeared my chin as I pulled him out, gasping. I licked along the sides of his cock, dragging my tongue over every vein and ridge. I moved lower, my lips wrapping around his balls, sucking them into my mouth gently. I could hear him groaning, feel his body tremble, and it made me ache.
His finger pushed again, and slid inside.
I froze. Every muscle locked up. Shame clawed at the back of my throat. What the hell are you doing? My chest rose and fell fast, but Dominic’s other hand moved up to my hair, stroking.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Breathe.”
I didn’t know why that calmed me, but it did. My lips wrapped back around his cock. The pressure of his finger sparked something I couldn’t explain. My hips rocked back against his hand. I moaned around his cock, and Dominic’s grip in my hair tightened.
“Baby, I love seeing you so worked up. You like getting used by your boss, don’t you?”
Yes. God, yes .
He thrust in my mouth, choking off my air. I couldn’t speak with him stuffed down my throat.
Dominic chuckled. “All that attitude in the office, but not in bed, huh?”
The bastard wasn’t wrong. He had his cock in my mouth, his finger inside me.
Fuck it. I didn’t care anymore.
I sucked harder, my tongue working against the underside of his shaft. Dominic’s chuckle turned into a groan, his hips thrusting forward, and I felt his cock slide even deeper into my throat. My eyes watered, but I held on, my hands gripping his thighs as I let him use me.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “Show me how much you want it.”
I moaned around his cock, my hips rocking back against his hand, his finger filling me. He let out a deep moan. His eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at me. “I’m going to have to use my employee for more than errands from now on.”
A dark thrill ran through me.
“You want to come, Luca?”
I nodded the best I could.
“Then you better drain me of every drop.”
I shoved my face closer, my nose pressing against his pelvis. Dominic’s breathing grew ragged. His hips started to stutter. He fingered my ass, stroking my cock.
“God, you’re perfect. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
His cock throbbed. I could feel his entire body trembling.
“Fuck, I can’t,” he groaned. “Gonna come.”
My eyes watered as he pushed deeper.
I held onto his hips, and his cock kicked inside my throat. A burst of heat and salt spilled into my mouth. I swallowed, but another spurt filled my tongue. His hips jerked, spilling more inside me. I could feel his hammering pulse as he emptied himself down my throat.
Dominic slowly pumped my cock. His finger still fucked me. I groaned, my body tensing, and then I came all over his hand. The feeling of his finger inside me amplified the pleasure. I couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped my lips. As the last shudders ran through me, Dominic moved beside me.
I collapsed on him, my head nestled in his shoulder.
Dominic leaned down, pressing his lips to my forehead. He kissed me again on the lips. I wanted to melt into this new feeling and stay in his arms. Dominic stroked my hair. His fingers brushed my cheek, wiping away a stray tear.
“You did so good.”
I couldn’t speak yet. My body still buzzed from two orgasms as I tried to wrap my head around what just happened. I’d never come that hard in my life. Twice in one night, and I could go for round three. Writing this off as a curiosity? Not a chance. It felt too good. I could’ve closed my eyes and drifted off.
Dominic was my boss . A man I supposedly hated. And here I was, sucking his cock, letting him finger me. What in the actual fuck?
I shoved his arm off me and started to sit up, but Dominic moved faster. He rolled over me, catching my wrists and pressing them above my head.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
I licked my lips. “Shower.”
“We’ll do that in a minute.”
My heart pounded as I sank back into the mattress, my wrists trapped in his grip.
“Relax,” he whispered. “You liked it, right?”
I turned my head away. “Yeah.”
“Then why do you look so bitter about it?”
“Because this isn’t…it can’t happen again.”
“I’m not letting that mouth of yours go to waste.”
My breathing hitched. “I work for you.”
“Bosses fuck their secretaries all the time.”
“Not if he’s in the Mafia.”
Dominic laughed. “Think of it as embracing diversity. Progress, Luca. We’re trendsetters.”
I shook my head. “You’ll get us both killed.”
“Nobody’s getting killed,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I’ve been doing whatever I want for a long time. If anyone’s got a problem with it, I deal with them.”
My throat tightened. “I don’t believe you.”
His frown deepened.
A sharp crack echoed in my mind—glass shattering against a skull. Blood pooling on concrete. The lifeless eyes of a man who dared to be open in a world that didn’t tolerate it.
Dominic’s brow furrowed, and he leaned down and kissed my temple. His lips lingered, and I let myself relax. Sparks danced along my skin.
“Why do you want me?” I whispered.
“I like you. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize I was wrong about you.”
“I didn’t think Dominic Caruso could be wrong about anything.”
“It happens. Rarely.” His lips twitched. “But it happens.”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense.”
Dominic’s grin softened. “Every morning, you leave out food for the crows. You’re nice to the old lady next door. You take her packages inside so they don’t get stolen. You’re always thinking about other people, even when you act like you don’t give a shit.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
He smiled. “It’s not just the little things, though. You’d do anything to protect the people you care about.”
“You make me sound like a saint.”
“You’re not,” Dominic said, smirking. “You’re stubborn as hell, reckless, and half the time, you don’t think before you act. But that’s part of what makes you you. I’ve been curious since Santino told me about how you were taken as a kid. I want to figure you out, and I want to be the one you finally let in.”
I tried to sit up, to put some space between us, but Dominic’s hand pressed against my chest, shoving me back.
“This isn’t a one-night stand, Luca.”
I swallowed hard. “If Sonny finds out?—”
“Let him. I’m not afraid of your cousin.”
“He might not take it well.”
He shrugged. “I’ve never hidden who I am, and I’m sure as hell not starting now.”
Panic threaded through me. “Please don’t tell anyone. I…I’m not ready.”
“Fine,” he bit out after a long pause. “But I have a condition. When we’re alone, you’re mine. No more of this self-torture bullshit. You belong to me, and you’re going to accept that.”
I hesitated. “Okay.”
Dominic released my wrists, leaning down to kiss me. He rolled onto his side, one arm draped over my waist, pulling me close.
I wanted to sink into his warmth, but my thoughts refused to settle. I let out a shaky breath, staring up at the ceiling.
This is a disaster waiting to happen .
The buzz of my phone shattered the stillness, dragging my attention to the nightstand. Santino’s name glowed on the screen, and a cold knot twisted in my stomach.