27. Fallon
Fallon
He won’t tell me where we’re going. Only that we’re going to fly for a little over two hours, but that doesn’t help, considering I’ve never been on a plane before. We could make it to the moon in that length of time, for all I know.
The SUV drives out to a row of small jets and parks in front of a sleek, shiny all-black one. Wow. I can’t believe I’m about to get on that thing.
A few other SUVs pull up next to our car. When Luciano helps me out, I realize that Alessandro and several of their men are there. I suppose all of them are family to Lacey in a way.
I’m nervous to meet her. Luciano has told me about her and the way he found out she was involved with Kian.
I laughed so much at the story. I have a feeling I’m going to like Kian Savage.
But I worry that Lacey may not like me or approve of me.
She means so much to Luciano. I’d be devastated if we didn’t hit it off.
Luciano has told me numerous times that she’s going to love me instantly, but I’m not so sure.
Thankfully, my excitement is outweighing my nerves right now.
“Where are we going?” I ask Alessandro and Angelo after we get seated on the plane, with Luciano sitting next to me, my hand in his.
Both men smile back at me but say nothing so I let out a dramatic sigh.
“Nice try, princess,” Luciano says.
I roll my eyes and fight back a grin, though I’m not successful.
When the pilot announces over the intercom that we’re about to take off, Luciano reaches over to my seat and fastens my belt before doing his own. Heat spreads over my cheeks, but when I glance at several of the men around us, they’re minding their own business.
“Are you nervous?” he asks.
I look up at him and shake my head. “Not at all.”
He raises his eyebrows and leans over so his mouth is near my ear. “You’re a liar, and you know what happens when naughty Little girls lie to their Daddy?”
My heart beats faster as I meet his gaze, unable to speak.
“They end up over his lap, getting their ass spanked,” he finishes without waiting for me to answer.
Electricity zaps through me, blood rushing to my core until my clit has a pulse of its own. It’s been so long since we’ve done anything.
“And don’t forget, you’re already owed two spankings for putting yourself down while you were recovering this week.”
My ass tingles.
Shoot.
I was hoping he had forgotten about that. He told me the only reason he hadn’t spanked me right then was for my safety, but then he proceeded to lecture me about it.
The plane accelerates, and I squeeze his hand tightly, all thoughts of my impending punishment forgotten.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as the acceleration pulls me back against my seat.
Luciano smiles and runs his thumb over mine. A few seconds later, the plane lifts. I look to my left out of the small window as Seattle fades away beneath us. Shortly after, we’re above the clouds surrounded by nothing but blue sky.
“Oh my gosh.”
“Pretty neat, huh?” he asks.
I nod and stare out in total awe. “Amazing.”
Turns out, I like taking off a lot more than landing, though none of it was terrible. Luciano lowered the shades before we got on the ground, so I still have no idea where we are.
Multiple cars are already waiting for us when we descend the airstairs.
The sun is just starting to set, but the air is still warm.
Wherever we are, it’s definitely not near Seattle.
There isn’t a pine tree in sight. Or any trees, really.
At least from what I can see inside the gates of the airport.
“Where are we?” I ask Luciano once we’re in the back of an SUV. Angelo is up front with the driver.
Luciano smirks and ignores my question, though it doesn’t take long before I see the lights of the Las Vegas Strip in the distance.
“Are we in Las Vegas?” I ask, excited.
He nods and presses a kiss to my temple. “Lacey lives here.”
I start dancing in my seat, leaning over Luciano to get a better view as the sun reflects off the enormous buildings that sparkle with lights.
“It’s as pretty as it looks on TV,” I tell him. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. Thank you.”
“Anything for you, my princess.”
My throat gets tight, so I don’t say anything, but instead I throw my arms around him as much as I can, considering we’re next to each other and he insisted that I be buckled at all times.
When our car rolls to a stop in front of the most extravagant hotel I’ve ever seen, my jaw drops. It’s as if we’re in Italy. Columns and stone create a look of old architecture. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“This is where we’re staying?” I ask.
“Your room is ready for you, Mr. Ricci,” a man says from outside the open door of our SUV as he waits for us to get out.
Luciano takes a key card from him and nods, then passes over a hundred-dollar bill like it means nothing.
I don’t think I realized just how rich Luciano is when we first met, but it’s not something I care about.
Money doesn’t impress me, and neither do material things, though I’m not hating being taken on a fancy trip.
“That was a lot,” I comment when we walk away.
He shrugs. “The people who help us work really hard. I believe in taking care of those who do the same for me.”
My stomach flutters, and I snuggle into his side as he leads me through the busy hotel and casino. I wonder if this handsome, stubborn, bossy man will ever stop surprising me.
The ride in the private elevator feels like it takes minutes as it lifts up and up until I’m pretty sure we’re nearly back in the clouds. And when the doors open directly into it, I gasp as I take it all in.
Holy. Fuck.
This is…fancy.
Luciano’s home in Seattle is a mansion. It’s expensive, but it feels comfortable and like I could stay there forever, which is a thought I need to come back to.
This place, though, is all marble and gold, with a grand piano and multiple velvet couches.
This is a castle, and I feel like I might be the princess Luciano calls me.
He watches me while I walk in a circle to look at everything. Then I go over to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s nearly dark now, and I swear I can see the entire sparkling Las Vegas Strip. And it’s better than I ever imagined.
“This is too much,” I say softly.
Because it is. I love it, but I don’t want Luciano to keep giving me luxurious gifts because they aren’t necessary. This so-called hotel room had to have cost a fortune.
“It’s not.”
My stubborn, stubborn man.
My Daddy.
God, I love him.
“Are you happy, baby?”
I turn to him and slide my arms around his neck as he moves closer. “I’ve never been happier.”
“And that’s all I care about.”
He leans in and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth for several minutes as we embrace each other.
When he lets me go, he steps back and studies me from head to toe, sending a shiver zipping up my spine.
“You can wear the dress you brought, or you can wear one of the dresses I chose for you. Either way, you’re not wearing any panties tonight, so choose wisely.”
My breath hitches, and I let him lead me into a large bedroom with a king-sized bed and more windows overlooking Las Vegas. Two sparkling dresses are hanging on different hooks, and I already know tonight is going to be fun.
One dress is strapless, covered in silver sequins that look like diamonds.
It looks like it would hug my body in all the right places and land near my knee with a slit on one side.
The other dress is a burgundy-red silk wrap dress with spaghetti straps.
It’s stunning, but the sequins are too beautiful to pass up.
And if I’m not allowed to wear panties tonight, I think I’ll be safer not to flash anyone in that one.
Luciano goes into the bathroom, so I hurry to try on the dress. Just as I get it zipped, my breasts practically spilling out over the top, he walks out, pausing the second he sees me.
“Jesus, you look beautiful.”
My eyes burn as I fight back tears because when he compliments me like that, I actually believe it. It’s as if he can’t help but say it.
“Thank you.”
He comes to me while looking me up and down in awe, sending a blush all over my body.
“You are stunning,” he says.
“You’re charming,” I reply right before our mouths crash together and our hands find the zippers and buttons of each other’s clothes.
Heat prickles through my body. I’ve been waiting for this for a week.
Luciano has refused to fuck me or let me give him oral because he was worried about jostling my head, so instead he ate me out almost every night and then went to bed with a hard-on.
It was torture. As much as I love the way he licks my pussy, it’s just not the same as his glorious dick that I’m craving.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” he asks when he finally pulls his mouth away.
“Yes, but I need you,” I tell him. “I need your dick. In me.”
Luciano chuckles, one arm wrapped around my back as he uses his free hand to slide the sequined dress to the floor. “Such a needy girl. My girl.”
I bob my head, my fingers roaming over the inked lines on his naked chest.
He runs his palm down my body, stopping to cup my breast before moving to the curve of my hip. As he slides his hand between us, we stare at each other in silence. The moment he presses on my clit, I grab his shoulders and moan.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
Wetness slicks the inside of my thighs, and Luciano uses it to slide his fingers into my slit, pushing two of them into me while keeping his thumb pressed to my clit.
“Who do you belong to, Fallon?” His eyes are sparkling, pure confidence on his face.
“You. Only you, Daddy,” I say as I continue to grip his shoulders.
His pupils get bigger as he pulls me against him, his dick pressed into my belly. “Yeah, baby. That’s right. You’re mine. And I’m yours. Only yours.”
Luciano Ricci belongs to me.
And I’m his.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“You have no fucking idea how much I love you,” he says as he slowly pulls his fingers out of my pussy and then pushes them back in. “You’re my everything, Fallon. Everything and more. I will live the rest of my life trying to make you feel happy and loved.”
I slide my arms around his neck and rise to my tiptoes to kiss him. A second later, his fingers are gone from my pussy, and he puts his hands on my hips to lift me. As soon as he does, I wrap my legs around his waist and reach down to hold his cock while he guides me over him.
Inch by inch, I sink onto him, my pussy stretching around the thickness of his shaft. Luciano holds onto me like I’m precious, his eyes watching mine as he slowly thrusts his hips.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I cling to him as we kiss between moans and curses.
“I need more. Please, harder.”
Luciano takes several steps to the side, where there’s an armless chair in front of a small desk. He grabs it and spins it around, then lowers himself into it with me straddling his hips, his cock so deep inside of me I swear I feel it pressing against my other organs.
“Fuck,” I hiss out.
“You need to tell me if your head starts to hurt or you feel dizzy,” he says firmly, staring me directly in the eye.
I nod. “I will, Daddy, I promise… Please, just fuck me. I need you.”
His eyes glow as his hands tighten on my hips before he lifts me and slams me down on his cock. My head rolls back, and I press my nails into his skin, scraping them along his shoulders. Red lines appear where I did it, and Luciano’s cock throbs inside me.
“That’s my girl. Give me what you got. Take it all out on me, and let me love you back.”
He thrusts up and slams me down, making me scream his name, but before I have a second to process, he closes his lips over one of my nipples and sucks while he keeps fucking me.
I scratch and claw at him, holding on for the ride as my smoldering arousal turns into a wildfire of flames until I explode.
I scream and moan, my entire body trembling around the man I love while he continues to fuck me for several more strokes before he lets out a guttural groan. His cock pulses inside me while we enjoy the euphoria of our orgasms.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
My heart squeezes, and I tighten my arms around him, hugging him as I breathe heavily. “I’m perfect, Daddy. So perfect.”