Chapter 52 Ivy
IVY
Surprisingly, he steers into the driveway of my house. And another unexpected tidbit is my car is already parked here and in one piece. As I open the door and step out of his, I ask, “When did you have my car brought here?”
“I said I would. Have a little more faith.”
“Sure. Like you’re not about to torture me for the next,”—I look at my phone—“twenty-two hours. What’s next, dick sucking or whatever you please to satisfy your commands?”
“Is that what you hope will happen?” He’s in front of me. His hand is on my neck, guiding me to my knees as he looks down at me. “Want me to tell you to undress, get on your knees, and suck my dick?”
I don’t speak as he pulls me back to my feet.
He shifts forward, my back presses against the door as his mouth moves to my ear, “Make you bend over the hood and fuck until you can’t stand upright.
That way you have an excuse that it was for the challenge and can keep pretending like you don’t want me. ”
When I turn my face away to avoid his accusing gaze, he hooks his finger under my chin and forces me to look him in his self-assured eyes.
There’s a part of me that wants him while the other wants to throat punch him. “You’d probably enjoy taking the choice away more than the sex.”
His hand tangles in my hair as his mouth hovers over mine, his breath warm on my lips. “You’re wrong. The real satisfaction comes with you begging me to fuck you. Hearing you plead for me to come inside you and making you scream my name when you come on my dick. Because ladies, first. Always.”
Fuck me. He really makes it sound appealing. And I want to believe he would rather it be consensual. Or is he toying with me and will force me before time is up? “You’re not going to make me suck your dick just because you can? Just to show me you have full control over me?”
“Control isn’t what I want.” He mutters, “I’d bet you’re soaking wet already.”
It’s going to be a long freaking day. “Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
“I am, however, going to make you do an activity that will unquestionably get you wet.” He smiles and that’s when I realize what he’s going to make me do as he says, “Let’s go for a swim.”
“I’d rather suck your dick,” I retort.
His amusement is on full display as he verbalizes. “I’ll give you the choice: swimsuit, clothes, or naked. Pick wisely, because it’s happening.”
“I hate you,” I tell him, pushing out of his hold. “Am I allowed to go inside and get a swimsuit, or do I need an escort to make sure I don’t do anything without you knowing?”
“You’re free to go, but I’ll see you by your pool in fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”
“Motherfucker, I hope you choke on your walk home.” Why is the bastard so insistent on tormenting me with this? I don’t want to fuck him at the moment, but even that seems easier to do than what he’s asking.
I barely had time for a bathroom break and to put on the first swimsuit I find before I had to head outside to make it in time for his deadline.
He’s already in the water when I step outside. It’s dark out, so maybe no one would notice if I drown him. It’s the only thought that keeps me from focusing on what I’m about to do. Swimming shouldn’t be a big deal. But it feels like it is.
When I get to the side of the pool, he motions to the stairs. “One step at a time.”
Maybe I can hold his head underwater for a few minutes.
I toss my towel on the ground, then go ahead and get in.
“See. It’s not so bad. Let’s make a few laps.” He nods for me to follow as he strokes through the water as I swim alongside him.
My shoulder is fine. Especially compared to the workout I got in the lake. This seems like a breeze. But it’s different. Once I reach the other end of the pool, I stop and hold on to the side.
He stops beside me. “Don’t tell me you’re not liking this.”
“Why are you so insistent on me swimming?”
He swims up to me as my back moves against the tile. His hand grips my thigh and pulls my leg to hook around his waist as he supports me. “Why are you still hiding? You surpassed all your competition and won. You looked so happy. Why won’t you even try?”
I admit, “Because it’s pointless. And because I don’t want to. Both sound like good enough reasons to me.”
His fingertip rubs along my neck. “Sounds like a lie to me.”
I really do want to drown him and kiss him all in the same breath as his mouth moves near mine. He presses against me, his rock-hard cock leaving no doubt about what he’s feeling right now. “Tell me what you want, Ivy.”
Right now, I want to feel him. Or I want to feel numb again. But what I tell him is, “You’re the boss, you tell me.”
His body tenses as he utters, “I thought we were past this.” Then he shifts away, my legs dropping from him as he instructs, “More laps it is, Walker.”
“Sure thing, Coach.”
We do a few more laps before I stop and sit on the stairs.
He’s beside me when he asks, “Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
I figure he’s talking about swimming again, but he says, “Your old life before you moved here.”
After thinking about it for a few seconds, I admit the truth. “Just my mom. She would’ve loved this house.”
I sense him looking at me, and I can’t help feeling like he can see right through me. “Are we done swimming yet? I’d really like to move on to the next task of this never-ending day.”
Luca climbs out, and I’m relieved when he says, “Yes, sounds like you need a different workout regimen.”
“Workout? Like actual working out? It’s late.”
“Put on some dry clothes then meet me at my house in fifteen.” He walks away.
I don’t waste time as I wrap the towel around me and head inside.
He’s really going to torment me with another physical activity that isn’t sex.
Do I want to because he doesn’t? No. Did I want him to take the choice from me?
Absolutely not. I just thought he would.
Because it fits his barbaric vibe. And maybe after the sin challenge I did get myself off with him in mind.
Only because he was everywhere in my psyche after he pulled the best orgasm out of me that I’ve ever had.
Shit. I need a cold shower for sure. So that’s what I do. I head into my bathroom, shower, then pull on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra before returning to finish out my ridiculous sentence.
Once I reach his house, I knock before he lets me in. We head down to the gym where he grabs a duffel bag then heads towards the exit.
“I thought we were working out?”
“We are. The gym isn’t that far.”
“But you have one here?”
“I do.” He shifts in front of me, then his hands grab my wrists and pin my arms above my head as he murmurs, “If we stay here, I’ll envision doing this the entire time.” His tongue trails along my neck before his mouth moves to mine, his teeth nip at my lip before he releases me suddenly.
I stand motionless, on fire and wanting more. He’s tormenting me in an entirely new way because the ache between my legs is begging for relief. And why the fuck do I want it to be from him?
After I regain my bearings, I follow him out to his car and he drives to the Warehouse District. The gym is just as surprising as the café.
“Fancy,” I say sarcastically to cover my shock.
“Not good enough for you, Princess?”
“I’m not the pampered prick,” I grumble as I follow him inside and check out the place. The main thing I notice is the temperature. “It’s so hot.”
“That’s part of the process. No AC to pamper you.”
“Dick,” I mutter. At least it’s in middle of the night and not in the heat of the day, but damn. “What time do they close?”
“They don’t,” he answers.
“You’re going to keep me here all night?”
“Something else you want to do?”
“Nope.” I grab the tape from him and wrap my knuckles as he chuckles. Once I’ve finished, I start hitting the punching bag, fists hammering against the jagged bag.
“You’re going to injure your hand,” he informs me.
I stop as he positions behind me.
“Here.” He guides my hand to hit the target. “Connect here. Your first two knuckles take the brunt of the impact, not your pinkie or ring finger.”
“Anything else?” I ask.
His fingers grasp my hips, rotating me slightly. “Put your entire body behind it. Your hips and shoulders should follow the motion. Don’t just use your arm. Keep your core tight.”
His hands linger on my hips, and I don’t move until he does. I throw a punch, following his directions.
Luca smirks as he tells me, “Good girl. Now do it again. But harder this time.”
I’d like to deck him right now. He knows exactly what he’s doing because my mind is certainly in the gutter.