17. Fallon
Fallon
My pillow vibrates under my face, startling me. It takes several seconds for me to realize it’s my phone buzzing on the bed, where I slid it after saying goodnight to Luciano and calling him Daddy for the first time.
Without looking, I tap the answer button. “Hello?”
“Come unlock the door and let me in, princess.”
My mind floats between sleep and awake, and I blink open my eyes. “What?”
“I wanted to see you before I go home,” Luciano replies. “You can sleep; I just want to be near you for a bit.”
My head swims, and even though I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening, I slide out of the warmth of my new bed that I’m already in love with and pad through the quiet apartment to the front door.
As soon as I start to swing it open, his scent consumes me, and something inside me immediately feels lighter. Safer.
“Hi,” I greet sleepily.
He slides his phone into his pocket and steps inside, then locks the deadbolt. Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me back toward my bedroom. “Crawl into bed, princess. Go to sleep.”
“What? What are you going to do?” I ask when he lowers to the armchair facing my bed on the opposite side of the room.
“I’m going to sit here,” he answers as his eyes roam over me from head to toe, his tongue darting out when he looks at my breasts.
I pause halfway to my bed and stare at him. He’s going to watch me sleep? From a chair?
“Get into bed, princess, before you get cold.”
“Will you lie with me and keep me warm?”
Oh my God.
I can’t believe I just asked that. I must be half awake because it was only a few days ago that I swore off all men, and now I’m asking a man I barely know to sleep with me.
Luciano doesn’t hesitate. He rises from the chair, pulling his suit jacket off with urgency.
As he removes his shirt, heat pools between my thighs, and I scan the art inked all over his skin all the way up to his neck.
The twinkle lights he hung for me are the only light we have, so I can’t make out specific designs, but I can see every line of his muscular abs, and the ones that look like a V over his narrow hips.
Good God. I need to stop eating ice cream because this man is absolutely chiseled.
When he undoes his belt and slowly pulls it through the loops of his slacks, I nearly whimper, wondering how that soft leather would feel against my ass.
Ever since the first time Luciano mentioned spanking me, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
And now, watching him hold the leather, the thought of being punished by him doesn’t seem so horrible.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to stare, princess?” He smirks as he slips off his shoes and then his socks.
The only thing he has left on are his slacks and underwear, but instead of removing them, Luciano leans over and scoots me over slightly before he lowers his body next to mine.
“That’s my spot,” I say sleepily, though I don’t actually care.
“Not when I’m here. I’ll always be closer to the door.” Luciano slides his arm around my waist, spooning me against him.
I melt into his body, soaking in this feeling. “I’m glad you’re here.”
He gently kisses my shoulder. “Me too, baby girl. I’m sorry I woke you. Maybe you should give me a key for next time.”
Letting out a snort, I rear back to look at him. “You’re fucking insane.”
With a smile playing at his lips, he swats my ass under the covers. “Language.”
My clit tingles as the slight heat of where his hand came into contact with my skin spreads through me like a wildfire.
“You curse all the time,” I say with a little bit of sass.
His hand moves to my hip, and he flexes his fingers over it, gripping firmly. “I’m a monster. You’re an angel. Angels don’t swear.”
“Is that one of your rules?” I ask.
“It could be. Keep in mind, you get a say in your rules, baby. Most of them. But once we agree on your rules, I will enforce them, whether you like it or not.”
“Unless I use my safeword?”
He rubs his thumb over my bare skin where my tank top has ridden up. “Correct, baby.”
“What other rules do you have?”
“Obviously, the most important rules have to do with your safety. I told you I’ll never lie to you.
My job can be dangerous, and that could potentially put you in danger.
There will need to be security measures in place to keep you safe.
Those are things I take very seriously. I can’t keep you safe if you don’t follow the rules.
Things like not doing anything intentionally risky, but also listening to me or my men when we give you an instruction. ”
The length of his cock presses against my lower back as we lie together, and I fight the urge to move my hips so it digs into my ass. He feels huge. Thick and long. Definitely not something I’ve experienced before. And that both scares me and thrills me.
Luciano strokes his hand down my side to my hip, running his fingers over the swell of my ass.
“Then there would be rules for your health. Set bedtimes, making sure you’re eating enough, relaxing enough, not overworking yourself. No talking badly about yourself.
“And then there would be some others. Like no touching yourself without permission. Calling me Daddy. Wearing cute panties that I pick out for you each day.”
My legs tremble at the idea of him picking out my panties every day. I’m not sure why it turns me on, but it does. It also makes me feel…cared for. Thought about. If he wants to take the time to pick out my underwear every day, why would I stop him?
“Did you touch yourself tonight before you went to sleep, princess?” Luciano asks quietly.
I shift, and my ass rubs over his cock, a moan slipping out of me. “No.”
He groans, his length throbbing against my butt as he tightens his hold on my hip. “You’re killing me, baby. I’m struggling to hang onto my control.”
The truth is, I’ve been playing with fire since the day I met Luciano.
I could have gotten away from him. He would have left me alone if I’d truly insisted.
But the fact is, I’ve wanted him around because, from the second I met him, I’ve felt safe.
In a way I’ve never experienced with a single other person in this world.
“Maybe I want you to lose control,” I whisper.
Luciano stills, his hand resting on my hip. Then he rises slightly so he can look at my face. I turn my head to meet his gaze. “Is that what you want, Fallon? You want Daddy to lose control and show you how beautiful and sexy you are? How it feels to come over and over again with a man?”
I stare at him silently, my nipples aching against the soft fabric of my top. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want this man right now. Maybe I am just like my mom. But something tells me if I don’t give Luciano a chance, I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it.
“I’m scared,” I confess.
“I know, baby,” he replies. “I’ve known that since the second I laid eyes on you. I can’t make you believe that I’m never going to hurt you, but you’re never going to find out I’m here for good if you don’t give me the opportunity to prove it.”
Is it possible to care about someone so much after such a short amount of time?
Then again, Monroe and I became best friends and loved each other within a few hours of meeting.
To this day, she’s still my best friend who has never done me wrong.
I was wary of Joshua, and there was obviously good reason for it.
Yet those feelings aren’t around with Luciano.
“One chance,” I say. “Only one.”
His icy blue eyes study me for a long moment in the dim light before he dips his chin. “That’s all I need.”
Swallowing becomes difficult. When he lowers his face, I slide my hand up to his neck and welcome the heat of his lips on mine.
We shift and twist until I’m on my back, with him hovering over me, my legs wrapped around his clothed waist. His arms cage me in, and everything about Luciano is consuming me. He’s so muscular and big, everywhere.
“Your safeword is red. Do you understand me, baby?” he asks when he pulls his mouth away. “If you need me to stop, all you have to do is say red.”
I nod and grind my hips against his hardness. “Yes, I understand. I will, just please, don’t stop right now.”
A smug smile creeps over his face as he quietly chuckles. “I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling to keep control.”
Just when I’m about to tell him to shut up, he moves his hips, the entire length of his cock sliding over my clit. I moan, my fingers curling into the back of his neck.
Luciano lifts an arm and reaches between my thighs.
“You’re soaked through your pajamas,” he murmurs before he pulls my shorts and panties to the side, his fingers instantly meeting wetness and sliding between my folds for a second. “And you fucking smell divine.”
I watch in shocked silence as he brings his fingers to his nose, sniffs, then puts them in his mouth to clean off my dew.
Heat spreads over my skin as I glance away, slightly embarrassed at how aroused I am, but Luciano captures my chin and stops me, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t hide from me, princess. I love how turned on you are right now. Fuck, I’m surprised I haven’t come in my slacks with what you do to me.”
Our lips come together, and his hand roams my body, stroking me softly, his thumb rubbing the underside of my breast as he trails his hand up my ribcage. When he touches my nipple, I moan, surprised at how sensitive it is.
I’m so on edge. Everything feels amplified, like I’m high, but I think it’s just the effect that Luciano Ricci has on me.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispers next to my ear right before he kisses my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Are you going to be Daddy’s good girl tonight?”
Oh my God.
“Yes,” I whimper as we grind against each other again. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’m breathless, and we still have way too many clothes on. I reach between us and, with shaking hands, try to undo his pants. When I don’t succeed, he quickly helps before returning his touch to my breasts, sharply tweaking one nipple and then the other, giving them each a tug.
As I push his slacks down, Luciano yanks my top over my head before his mouth latches onto one of my peaks. I cry out and move to his tight-fitting boxer briefs. His cock springs free as soon as I push them down, and I nearly groan.
It’s thick and veiny, and perfect. I don’t even care that it’s going to be uncomfortable at first, based on his size alone. I want it. I need to feel something for once in my life. And Luciano Ricci’s cock is definitely something I’m never going to forget.
Luciano pulls my shorts and panties down at the same time, tossing them to the floor before he moves between my legs again, his heavy dick resting on my bare pussy.
Instead of trying to fuck me right away, he stares at me, his hand sliding up my body until he reaches my neck, and then he squeezes.
“You’re the most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen,” he says, then moves his head down my chest, keeping hold of my throat in his strong hand.
Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, he travels down until his mouth hovers over my clit. He releases me and then shifts his shoulders, so my legs are spread wide for him, my pussy on full display for him.
“So pretty. I like that you keep yourself bare. That’s a very good girl.”
I hum and then scream when he puts his mouth on my clit and sucks, the pleasure shooting through me like an explosion.
“I told you that good girls get rewards. I’m so proud of you for obeying me tonight,” he praises and then buries his face in my pussy, eating it like it’s his last meal.
Then again, I might be the one who has died and gone to heaven.