20. Ask, and I Shall Deliver
Chapter 20
Ask, and I Shall Deliver
Giordano
I pull out my phone to send Xander a text.
Slight detour. I’ll be back in an hour.
I have his number.
Xander Venerio
Detour as in girl detour? Whose number?
Statazit. Cillian’s number.
How in the whole hell did you get Cillian’s phone number.
Was it Antonella? Do you have her doing dirty work? You better not.
Of course not. She had it already.
How?
Does it matter?
No.
I get a text from a different, blocked number.
Unknown
Another one waiting. Can make a breakthrough with this guy. A known snitch.
Xander from a burner phone. Careful. I never respond to the texts, but he knows I read them. He wipes the texts from my phone later on, anyway. But in case… You never know.
“Everything okay?”
“Perfetta.” I sneer, gripping her hand in my own.
“Well, fine. Don’t share, sassy pants.” She huffs as we walk out of the elevator.
I stop, standing still, sliding my hand out of hers—admiring at the way her ass jiggles when she continues to walk. However, it doesn’t take her long before she notices I’ve let go of her hand.
She promptly turns, with a scowl on her face. “ Hey !”
“Hi.” I wink.
“You let go.” She sticks out the deliciously plump bottom lip of hers in a pout. I want to bite it.
A smile twitches at my top lip as I walk a few paces back to her and lift her up into my arms. My arm hooks underneath her knees, the other behind her back. Her scream rips through, echoing in the parking garage.
“I have half a mind to fuck you right here, amore.” I hum against her ear.
“You have half a mind? Shocker .” She chuckles.
Oddio.
“I’m going to ignore that.” I place her on the ground in front of the passenger side door, and open it for her.
“ Going to ignore that ,” she repeats what I said.
She’s in a feisty mood, isn’t she? Quits her job and thinks she can come in here being all spicy. Maybe what happened in the elevator is good for her, after all.
“Sassy girl. Do you want to be spanked?”
“Perhaps.” Awe transforms her face—brightening a rosy glow across her cheeks. “Perchance. Mayhaps. Yes. NO. Maybe so.”
“You’re asking for it.”
She giggles. “I am.”
“Eighteen,” she moans. Her back arches, pushing her plump, curvy ass closer to me. Fuck. She’s making this difficult to resist—but I have to follow through. I swat her ass hard with the wooden paddle.
Thwack .
“Nineteen.” She exhales.
Thwack .
“Twenty. Okay, okay! I’m not asking for it anymore!” She giggles as I finish spanking her on the ass for the twentieth time. She’s tied down to the bed on all fours. Ass up.
Counting the spankings I give is a lovely little twist. A cherry on the top.
“You sure? You’re still laughing,” my voice drops dangerously low. I bring the paddle hard down on her ass, again.
“Twenty-one.” She groans. Her ass is a beautiful shade of bright red. She’ll need some aftercare before I leave, some soothing lotion—maybe an ice pack.
“Are you going to apologize, amore?”
“Mi dispiace!” She giggles once again.
“Not heart-felt.” I hum. “I don’t believe you.”
Thwack .
She screeches. “Twenty-two. I’m sorry, Giordano. I’m begging you.”
“Safe word?” I caress her ass with my hand, rubbing the sore, reddened spot.
“Green.” She moans, arching her ass back toward me.
A low, deep growl emerges from my chest as I toss the paddle onto the ground. I’m quickly running out of time and I don’t want to spend all of it only spanking her.
Even if her sassy mouth deserves it.
I prop myself up behind her and fist my hardened cock in my palm. I'm desperate, aching to be inside her warmth. But not yet. No. She’s not ready for me yet.
I slide my fingers up and down her slick pussy. It glistens in the light, soaking wet with her own arousal— no lube necessary .
“You loved the spankings so much… So wet for me.” I smirk as I easily push two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out. Her greedy pussy eagerly swallows them up. My cock throbs with anticipation, need, desire, longing to drive deep into her. But, I want to make my sweet girl cum for me first.
“Yes!” She gasps as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Oh, is she going to cum already? I curl my fingers, hitting the sweet g-spot of hers over and over again. She buckles underneath me, lurching forward.
I smack her ass, hard. “Keep still,” I order her.
“Hmph.” She readjusts her position, propping her ass up as it once was.
“Good girl.” I smirk.
A little drop of pre-cum seeps from the slit as I eagerly enter her. Cazzo . Her pussy pulsates around me, sending shivers down my spine. I spread her cheeks further apart, allowing myself to fully be submerged as far as I can go.
“A—ah,” she cries out. Desperate for more friction, she arches her back against me.
I lean in against her, inhaling the delicious scent of her perfume. “I love how you’re taking me, amore.” I hum against the back of her neck.
The goosebumps rise on her soft, olive-toned skin. She whispers a breathy, “Yes.”
“Sei perfetta.” I groan, pumping my swollen, throbbing cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy .
She lifts her hips upward slightly, arching her beautiful back. Her inner walls clamp around me.
God —I love this feeling. I’m home. I stretch her sweet, round ass out nice and wide, allowing myself to plunge further inside of her. I push my hips as far as I can into her, holding myself nice and steady for a moment. Her whimpers are a satisfying reward.
I languidly trail my fingertips up her spine, stopping once I reach her neck. I snake them around her throat, slowly squeezing the air out of her, choking her. Her pussy clenches around my cock in response.
My amore loves this.
My mouth drops open as I pound into her. My balls slapping her swollen clit over and over.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
“I’m going to—” she rasps. I pull out of her and release the tension I have around her neck, stopping all motion. Leaving her pussy clenching around nothing—aching—desperate to be filled and receiving attention. “ No—o ,” she whines.
“You’re only allowed to cum when I tell you to.” I smack her ass once again. The recoil, the way it bounces up and down after I smack it every time, is a sight I’ll never get tired of. I smirk, circling the pad of my thumb around her swollen clit.
“Ah, fuck,” she cries out. Her legs are trembling in attempts to hold herself up. My thumb moves around her clit faster, bringing her closer to the edge again. Little does she know, I’ll let her cum this time. She slumps down into the bed, a moaning mess.
I bring my other hand up to her pussy, inserting three fingers deep inside of her warmth. I pump them in and out of her while flicking her clit. Her arousal coats all over my hand and the bed beneath her, dripping wet.
“Oh, God ,” her moans are muffled against the bed. Her breathing heavy, panting as she comes down from her orgasm .
“Flip over.” I give her reddened ass one final smack.
She rolls over, easily obeying my instruction. I grab her wrists in one hand, and my belt off of the bed with the other, wrapping it around her little wrists. She’s not going anywhere.
I smirk to myself, while snatching the vibrator off of the nightstand and click it on the lowest setting. Child’s play. Not what my girl likes. Her eyes grow wide with a mixture of anticipation and fear. I love the image. I click it up a few speeds, on the highest setting—her preferred—and place it directly on her clit.
The tip of my cock lines up with her entrance, allowing me to plunge deep inside of her. Her body jolts at the same time as the inner walls of her pussy clench around my cock.
“Oh.” I chuckle as I press the vibrator harder against her clit at same time I fully thrust my entire length deep inside. Her legs circle around my waist, drawing me in closer.
“A–ah.” She throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut in ecstasy. Her voluptuous breasts bounce upward, showing off her perfectly rose-budded nipples. “More,” she begs.
I hum, sinking all the way inside of her and then pulling out almost far enough. The tip throbs inside of her, glistening with her arousal.
“What?” She pants, rolling her head back upward.
“I need more hands.” I chuckle, sucking a rosy pink, hardened nipple into my mouth. Her mouth mimics an o formation, yet no sound leaves her lips. Her brows knit together, worried about what’s to come.
“Beautiful,” I whisper.
“I’m not.” She giggles.
I grip her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact with me. “You are what I say you are, amore. You’re mine, and you’re beautiful.”
The way she sighs and relaxes against my hand tells me everything I need to know. She’s giving into me. I slide my fingers underneath her chin, tilting her face upward toward me. Her lips part with a slight gasp, waiting for more as I remain still.
I lean down toward her her, pulling her face to mine in a rough, yet passionate kiss. Her tongue licks slowly across my bottom lip, begging for entry, which is granted.
I kiss her until my vision goes static, and my lips numb. She pulls back, gasping for air. And just as she’s about to say something, I thrust into her— hard .
“ Oh .” She squeezes her pretty eyes shut again. The vibration from the toy causes goosebumps to rise across her skin.
“I can tell how badly you need me, amore…” I chuckle as her pussy tightens against my throbbing cock. Any more and I’m not going to last. I’m running late for my meeting, but I’m taking my time with her.
Fuck it.
“Yes,” she whispers. She wraps her thick thighs around my hips. I pull back all the way and then thrust deep inside of her. The force sends her body jolting upward, pushing her head into the pillow and headboard. Her loud, heartwarming laugh echoes through the room.
“Yeah? You think that’s funny, huh?” I laugh with her as my grip tightens around her throat again. Her eyes widen as I squeeze, allowing her to only breathe the air I want her to. I lose myself, thrusting in and out of her at a meticulous and expeditive pace.
Thrust . “You.”
Thrust . “Take.”
Thrust . “Me.”
Thrust . “So.”
Thrust . “Well.”
Her eyes roll to the back her head. Her laughing morphs into loud, pleasure-filled moans as she gets closer to her climax. “I’m so close,” she rasps.
“Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock—right now,” I command. The inner walls of her pussy clench around my engorged cock. She takes her tied up wrists and throws them around my neck. The clinking, cool metal of the belt hits my back. Next time, she’s getting fully tied up.
I’m going to cum inside of her at the same time. I can’t help it. She feels so fucking good.
“Oh, God—” She’s squirting on my cock; her juices coating my thick length.
I groan at the same time as her. My climax shudders throughout my entire body as I thrust my hips into her and then quickly out. I glance down, admiring the view as spurts of my thick cum shoot across her abdomen.
Nice .
I snag the washcloth off of the nightstand—organized as usual—and swipe my cum off of her. I keep my eyes locked on her face, though. Watching as her eyes become half-lidded with relaxation. I take care of her, she doesn’t have to lift a single finger. My heart warms in my chest.
I clear my throat, rising to my feet. I walk into the bathroom and wash myself off quickly. I don’t have much time. Definitely running late for the next meeting. I walk back out to her. She’s got the covers fully pulled up over her chest as she sits up in the bed.
“I’m so?—”
She cuts me off. “Do you have to go?” she asks in a whining tone, sticking her cute bottom lip out.
I reach for my shirt and throw it on quickly. “Sì, amore.” I button my shirt up from the bottom. “I don’t want to, trust me. It’s important. Take a nice, long, relaxing shower.” I finish getting dressed, suit jacket and all.
She nods slowly as her words come out quietly. “I will miss you.”
Those four words tug on my heartstrings. If she keeps this up, I won’t be able to leave at all. I’ll strip all my clothes off and—maybe it’s her plan all along.
“I’ll miss you . Think of me while I’m gone. I’ll be back before you have the chance to miss me.”
If she does exactly what she did the last time she had thoughts about me—I want to be here to witness it. Would my shy girl take a video for me?
She peers up at me through wet lashes. My heart sinks into my stomach. I don’t want her to cry.
“Tears?” I ask quietly. I take a step forward to her, and swipe a tear from her bottom lashes with my thumbs.
“I’m sorry. It’s silly.” She shakes her head, closing those beautiful honey brown eyes of hers.
“No, not silly.” I press a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Endearing.” I run my fingers through her tangled, caramel brunette hair and pull her into my chest. Unfortunately, fully clothed with layers.
Damn suits.
“I shouldn’t be crying—” She sniffles and pulls away from me. Stop. Stay where you are. In my arms. “I mean, we’re?—”
I cut her off, possessiveness for her overcomes me. “If you say the word friends, you’ll be breaking a rule. And lying. Two rules.”
She swallows hard as she shuts her mouth. However it doesn’t last long, because when she opens her mouth back up, she whispers, “ Friends .” Her giggle’s loud and proud.
“That’s it!” I snap. I flip her over onto her stomach, and smack her ass once more—and then a few more times afterward, just for the fun of it.
“Ugh…” She grunts, holding her hands outstretched above her head.
“Yes, amore?”
“You win.” She caves, slumping further into the bed. Too easy.
“Of course, I do. I have you.” I roll her over and plant a rough, dominating kiss on her lips .
“La—ame.”
“You keep it up, I’ll never leave.”
“That’s the point.”
“Ciao, amore.” I kiss her gorgeous face all over for a few moments, then reluctantly pull myself up off of her. Fixing my black tie, I smile down at her. How I ever lived without her has me perplexed.
It’s like she’s been here all along.