7. Jovie
JOVIE
Him: “One day, I’ll have you in my bed.”
Me: “Or maybe you’ll be in mine.”
Him: “Whatever you want. Whenever you want. I’ll be there.”
Me: “I’m fucking myself now just like you asked. Do you want to know a secret, Mr. Smith?”
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
This isn’t like me. I don’t send videos of myself to anyone. Luca never even got a half-naked picture of me in the few months we dated no matter how many times he asked. I didn’t care to listen to Luca, but Mr. Salvati?
I’ll do whatever he says, whatever he wants, whenever he needs.
It’s easy to listen to him. I want to please him more than any other person.
Santino has made me feel bold, like I can do anything.
He gives me power. I’m not sure he knows that just speaking to him affects me and I know it has to be like that for everyone else who comes across him too. His energy is easily felt.
Even through the phone, I can almost hear the rasp and depth of his commanding voice demanding to see me finger fuck myself.
I have to be careful when I’m recording. He can’t see my face, and he can’t hear my voice, or he will know it’s me.
I’m not ready for him to know that kind of secret.
The air conditioning kicks on, sending a cool breeze through my room and over my skin that Santino has heated.
Him: “You can tell me your secret after I’ve made you come, then if you still want to tell me, you can. Don’t ever offer your secrets in the height of pleasure. Do you understand?”
I close my eyes, almost able to hear the crisp edge to his tone as he asks me that. Shivers tremble my body in anticipation, hoping that one day, I’ll be able to hear the words in person.
Me: “Yes, sir.”
Him: “Mmm, I like that. You should make it habit.”
Me: “Wouldn’t that be making you my habit?”
Him: “From this moment on, whoever the hell you are, you’re mine until I say otherwise.”
I don’t immediately text him back. I’m stuck rereading what he said.
You’re mine until I say otherwise.
I bury my face in my pillow and scream, wanting to kick my feet with excitement.
And then I remember, I belong to no one. I, personally, don’t belong to him. This imaginary person who is hiding behind a phone belongs to him. When he finds out, and I know one day he will, I know it won’t be smiles and kisses.
He’ll be angry.
Him: “Are you still there or did I lose you?”
I scoff. Nothing he could do or say would have him lose me.
Me: “I’m here. I got caught up looking at your picture again. Can I have another?”
Him: “After I get my video that I asked for.”
Me: “How could I forget?”
Angling the phone between my legs, I flip the front camera on, double checking that my face remains hidden.
Perfect.
The only part of me he can see is… well… everything else.
I do my best to put on a show, sliding my hand down my body. I grope my left breast, arching my back and gasp Santino’s name as I imagine his mouth wrapping around my nipple. He sucks it between his teeth, biting down on the hard bead until I’m crying out.
My eyes snap open to stare at the ceiling, the simple thought of him touching me in any way has my orgasm impossibly close.
Lowering my hand between my legs, I circle my clit at the pace I like, wanting him to remember so when he sees me and has me for the first time, he will know what to do.
Jovie, you idiot. He’s twice your age. Of course, he knows what to do.
If there is anyone who doesn’t know what they are doing, it’s me, since I’m the virgin.
Slipping my fingers through my lips, I take my time, wanting him to see how soaked I am. My hole aches to be filled by more than just my fingers but I don’t have anything or anyone else to help me with that. Pushing two fingers in, I moan, my body on fire for more.
“Santino,” I whisper again, keeping it quiet enough where he can’t hear the tone of my voice.
He’ll wonder who I am, and he won’t be able to figure it out.
Turning my head, I bury my face in a pillow, suffocating my moans as I bring myself closer to orgasm.
My hips begin to rock on their own accord, back and forth, my body wanting me to go deeper. I can’t.
I need him.
Closing my eyes, my imagination gets the best of me.
Santino is here, kissing down my neck, traveling down my body, praising every curve. He kneads my breasts, cupping them with his large hands. Even though his palms are big, I spill out of his hold, and he groans, licking a path to a hard, pink nipple.
“Santino,” And this time, I’m able to say his name without fear.
“I do love it when I hear my name on your lips,” he admits, his lips wet from adorning my body in nips and kisses.
He hovers above me, his forest green eyes locking with mine as his arm reaches between us and he guides his cock to my entrance. Damp black strands fall across his face. His muscles tense. Those plump lips of his part and a shaky breath releases.
He seems nervous.
Without another word, he captures my lips at the same time he drives forward, claiming my virginity for himself.
He groans from pleasure, and I whimper in pain, my nails clawing at his shoulders. I use him as leverage, gripping him with all my might as I wait for the pain to pass.
“I got you,” he says, placing a light kiss on my cheek. “You’re mine now, Jovie. All mine. I’m never going to let anything happen to you. I won’t move until you tell me to. I promise, the pain will pass.”
He’s so big, so thick, that it takes minutes for me to become comfortable with the stretch. I relax, breathing out a long breath when the pain to subside.
“Good girl. You’re so fucking beautiful.
I could stare at you all day. Just like that.
Laid out before me for my eyes to feast on.
Maybe I’ll do that one day.” He gives me a quick kiss on my left cheek, then my right.
“I’ll tie you to my bed so I can do whatever I want to your body.
Even if it’s just as simple as me sitting in chair so I can stare at you.
” While he’s talking, his hands are wandering down my body, clutching my hips and thighs.
He groans when one hand goes to my ass, gripping one cheek so hard, I know there will be finger bruises.
“Your body was made for me. Made me for me devour, to taste, and to own. Isn’t that right?” He grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Isn’t. That. Right?” He asks again through tight, impatient teeth.
“Yes,” I groan, tilting my head back as he eases out, then slowly pushes back in, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation. “Oh, fuck, Santino.” My nails scratch down his back, my palms sliding over his firm ass.
He nibbles my earlobe. “Do you want more of me, Sweetheart? I’ll give you all of me. Every inch. Just say the word.”
“More,” I tell him. “More. Give me more.”
He wraps my hair around his wrist and tugs my head to the side, licking my throat. “Good girl.” Santino sucks on my flesh, then releases it with a soft pop. “You redden so easily. My mark is already showing. I can’t imagine all the ways I can make you mine to warn others away.”
Santino is gentle as he moves faster, his eyes, while intense and full of desire, there’s also concern that pinches his brows together. My own gaze doesn’t know where to look. I’m taking him all in, memorizing the way his muscles flex with every thrust.
He steals my lips again, his tongue twisting with mine. One of his hands wraps around my throat, his thumb toying with my bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. Say you’re mine, Jovie. Say it.”
“Yours. I’ve always been yours, Santino. From the moment we first met, I knew.”
Growling, he flips me to my stomach, spanking my ass so hard it burns. He drives into me, no barrier stopping him from fucking me. He yanks my head back, controlling me by the length of my hair. One hand grabs onto my hip, while he fucks me so hard the bed grinds into the floor.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to fill this cunt with every fucking drop.
I’m going to breed you, Jovie. Make you mine in every fucking way possible.
Tie you to me, bind you to me, even then, the claim on you won’t be enough.
I need all the worlds to know.” He curls over me, his mouth tickling my ear.
“In every corner of every universe, in every star across every galaxy, you’re mine.
Life in all forms on every planet need to know you’re mine. No one else can ever have you again.”
I moan, pushing back against him, needing him deeper.
His calloused hand slips up my back, wrapping around my neck. A surge of power runs through him. Using his strength, he presses me against the bed, and I have to turn my head to breathe.
“Do you hear how wet you are for me?” He covers my mouth to silence my whines, slowing his pace. “Goddamn it, Jovie, do you hear it? Fuck, I can’t get enough.” Santino’s fingers dig into hips, thrusting so hard and fast, I’m unable to keep myself on all fours.
My body collapses, my stomach flat on the mattress. I curl the comforter into my fists, twisting the material in hopes that it rips so I can release the aggressive need I have for him in another way.
“Oh, fuck,” He groans, pressing her forehead between my back, pausing his wild thrusts. “This position. You feel too good.” He kisses down my spine and licks up the column, gently biting the back of my neck. “You’re going to make me come. You feel too fucking good.”
I squeeze my muscles around him, grinning when he gasps. “I want your come. I want to be yours.”
His fingers drift up my sides, then down each arm. The sensation is light and tickles, but enough that it feels so good, my entire body responds in goosebumps instead of giggles. His hands engulf mine, his fingers interlocking with my own.
“You are mine, Jovie. You always have been.” He drives forward and a loud moan vibrates my throat.
He hits a spot inside me that ignites fireworks in my blood.
He turns my head, his mouth landing on mine again.
The kiss is messy, wet, teeth clinking, but it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.
There’s desperation between us, a need for more.
Santino tugs on my bottom lip, and a masculine grunt of pleasure slips out of him, adding to the build of my orgasm.
“Jovie, come for me. Fuck, you have to come for me. Fuck! Jovie.” He buries himself inside me, every pulse of his thick cock shooting his seed into my depths.
And it sends me over the edge. My body tenses and a silent scream catches in my chest.
“Oh, good fucking girl.”
In reality, my orgasm is so strong, it pulls me out of my wet daydream.
My come soaks my fingers and I arch my back, waves of pleasure tingling every nerve of my body.
My thighs shake from the intensity, and I can’t seem to catch my breath.
A sheen of sweat coats my entire body. I drop my arms onto the bed and wait for my mind to start working again.
I swallow, trying to coat my raw dry throat.
As the high of my orgasm fades, reality comes crashing down.
Once he finds out the person behind all of these messages is me, he will never want to see me again.
I have to enjoy it while I can. He’s the fantasy. The ultimate dream. And I’m willing to have him hate me if it means getting to experience his attention like this.
Snagging the phone, I watch the video at twice the speed, double checking that my face can’t be seen.
Then, I do what he told me to do.
I press send.