16. Josie
Dinner comes and goes with another glass of wine and a flirty yet modest conversation.
“The food was wonderful, thank you.” I set my knife and fork down on the plate.
He doesn’t respond immediately. With the pause comes a twinkle in Luca’s eye. At first, I suspect it has to do with what comes next. Him leading me to the bedroom, stripping me of my dress and having his way with me. The thought tears me up inside. I can hardly breathe, so excited for what’s about to happen.
But those aren’t the eyes of a predator on the prowl, no matter how badly I want to see it as so. They’re…soft. Knowing.
“You don’t have to be nervous, Josie,” Luca says. He cups one of my hands in his and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“It’s that obvious?”
He nods. “I can understand why, but there’s no reason for it. I’m going to take it slow, ease you through, and make it as comfortable as I can. You’re mine now.” Those words still leave me breathless. “And you’re going to be treated like the princess you are.”
Tears of joy well in my eyes but I fight them back. A strong will isn’t enough, and I dab beneath the lids with my free hand to get whatever water forms away. “Stop. You’re going to make me ruin my mascara.”
“Prematurely, maybe. But your make-up won’t look the same at the end of the night,” he teases. “Another glass of wine?”
His question breaks the mounting tension, and I bet it’s one of his ways to keep me at ease.
“You know I’m not twenty-one yet, right?” I ask, declining the offer.
“Old enough to carry my child in your womb but too young to sip vino?” Luca scoffs. “Absolutely preposterous. Under my roof, you have the reign of this kingdom, and don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”
“You’re child, huh?” My teeth sink into my lower lip. Why is every word out of Luca Palermo’s lips so fucking hot?
His stoic fa?ade breaks into a sheepish grin. “Oh no, it seems I’ve spoiled the surprise.”
He’s so well put together, intense, confident. I’d be happy to be submissive and breedable, as long as he’s the one pumping me full of cum.
“Come with me.” Luca stands, never breaking our grip.
“Where are we going?” I know the answer, but the question feels like a good way to stall for time. I’m ready and want to give myself over to him, but this is the biggest gift I can hand to anyone.
I’ve thought about it for years. Delved deep into my own imagination and played with the many ways this interaction can go down. I wanted to be here, proud and confident without fear or care in the world, but it’s so much harder than movies make it out.
“The bedroom,” he says.
I get out of my chair and walk hand-in-hand through the open-plan living room with Luca. We enter his bedroom. It’s pitch black, with thick curtains blocking whatever little light the outside could shine in. With a flick of the light switch, Luca exposes what the shadows hid.
It’s simple and elegant, far removed from what I was expecting. A desk to one side, with a large double bed draped in blue sheets.
He leads me in and stops at the foot of the bed.
“I want you to undress,” Luca says.
My heart thumps heavily in my chest.
I do as he instructs, kicking my heels off first before nervously grabbing at the fabric of my dress. His golden eyes drink in my actions, but his stoic face never breaks.
“Undo my zip?” I turn around and pull my hair aside.
In one swift motion, I feel the restraints give way.
I turn back to face him, shuffling the shoulder straps off and dropping the dress to the floor in a swift motion.
“Perfection,” Luca grumbles. With how quietly he says it, I wonder if the words were meant to come out at all. “Spin for me.”
I do.
Luca emits guttural noises, and like the word before, I bet they aren’t intended.
“Will you lie down?” he asks when I’m back in his line of sight.
I nod. Involuntary shaky breaths force choked noises from my throat as I approach the bed. He hasn’t asked me to remove my bra and panties yet, but I suppose he wants to have some fun on his own.
I lie down, resting my head on the giant pillow against the headboard, and spread my legs. A finger instinctively glides down my body, hovering dangerously close to my pussy.
A smile cracks on Luca’s face.
“Not yet. I want you on your belly first.”
Words fail me. I want to respond to what he says, but my mind races a thousand miles an hour and they can’t find a way out. Trying to be as sexy as possible, I roll over on the bed, leaving a wide section on either side of the bed for Luca to sit.
“Good girl,” he says.
My heart flutters in my chest.
“Is it time?”
“No.”
Before joining me on the bed, Luca makes a stop at his side table. He pulls from it various vials full of colorful liquids and one-word labels etched into the glass.
He discards his tie, undoes the top button of his shirt, and rolls up the sleeves. Then, his heavy weight sinks the bed next to me. He’s standing on his knees, reaching for one of the many bottles on the bedside table, while the other hand finds its way to my skin.
“I want to make this special for you, Josie,” Luca says. He cracks the top of the bottle in his hand and pours a healthy dose into his palm. A warm sweet smell tickles my nose. “I want you to be calm, centered, and relaxed. Soothed from head to toe. To feel like the queen you’ve always been.”
He rubs his palms together, spreading the mixture across both palms before leaning closer. His strong hands rub against my skin for the first time, gliding over each inch and dousing it in the liquid. It’s warm to the touch, tingly, and among the nerves, I can feel the relaxing properties infusing with my nerve-wracked muscles.
“A massage?” My words come with a smile. “How wonderful.”
Luca smirks. He moves slowly, from my neck to the small of my back, using a mixture of prodding fingers and palm thrusts to treat my tension. It doesn’t take long for the fear and angst to wash away. His digits skim across my slick skin. The floral oils aid his movements, but they come to a stop along my bra line.
“Can I take it off?” he asks. Eager fingers already grip and tug at the band.
“You can do whatever you want,” I say. I mean it, too. Not only because of the heightened sense of relaxation Luca’s put me in, but this night was for him. For me. For us to explore every inch of one another.
He discards my bra on the side of the bed before getting back to rubbing me down. Now his hands find my side, grazing against the curvature of my breasts, and each touch sends a tingle straight to my core.
Luca adjusts himself, moving from the side of the bed, throwing his legs over mine, and mounting me. Though he’s farther back, resting on the back of my thighs, his thick member brushes against me and nestles comfortably between my legs.
“Those pants aren’t doing much in the way of restraining him,” I tease. My excitement is getting the better of me, and even in this touching moment, I can’t help but think about Luca’s throbbing cock.
Luca snorts a chuckle at my comment. “Well, he’s been eager to meet you for a very long time. Being this close, there’s no way of holding back.”
I throw my head back to look at him. While his hands work along my spine, his eyes are glued to my panties.
“So, what are you waiting for, then?”
“I want it to be perfect,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel rushed, scared. I want you….”
“I’m not scared,” I say. No. Scared isn’t the word I’d use in the slightest. Luca’s done everything in his power to show me he isn’t going to fuck me and run. He’s made every aspect of our evening a wonderful and magical experience to keep my mind off what’s going to happen.
It hasn’t worked. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the changing room. Letting him take me. Break me. Make me his forevermore. I’ve indulged it because it’s as much for him as it is for me, but I’ve waited long enough, and I want him now.
Luca lifts himself off me and stands at the edge of the bed. He starts working on the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one slowly and deliberately.
“If not scared, then what?” he asks, opening his shirt and letting it drop down his back giving me the first glimpse of his bare body.
A single scar runs down the length of his right pectoral but fades before it hits his abs. A thick bushel of hair coats his muscular frame and runs down into a V-shape nearing his waistline. But even through the forest of fur, I can see the curves of his well-trained body. Thick, cut, and veiny.
“Anxious,” I admit.
His belt goes next.
“Different word, same connotation.” He doesn’t take his pants off, returning to my side. He places a hand on my hip and guides me gently to turn and face him fully.
Try as he might to not gawk, his eyes lock onto my breasts, and if he isn’t so close, he’ll be licking at his lips like a starving man at a buffet.
“What’s it going to feel like?” As a man, it’s a question he can’t have experience answering. But he has to have some better understanding than I do.
“I won’t lie to you, Josie.” Luca leans closer, throwing one hand behind my head and pulling me into him for a kiss. “It’s going to hurt. But the pain won’t last long, and when it’s done, you’re going to feel pleasure you’ve never experienced in your life.”
He moves the hand behind my head down my face, shoulder and finally rests on my breast, squeezing it. A soft noise rumbles in the back of his throat, and he sucks in a slow, deep breath.
“How do you know it won’t last long?” The words struggle out of my lips in a timid stutter. Between his pleasurable touch and my mounting nerves, confidence in speech is hard to come by.
A wicked smile dances across Luca’s face.
“Because little lamb…” He pauses, trailing a finger from my breast, down my belly, and between my legs. His finger presses into the wet fabric, moving in slow, forceful circles against my clit. “You’re already soaked.”
“That helps?” Huffed breaths trickle over my words. He’s barely touching me, a single finger in my pleasure zone, but it’s more than enough to send me into wild spasms.
I’m speaking just to speak. I know the answer. Lubrication is just as important as a solid cock. Without one of the other, penetration is going to prove difficult.
“It does,” he says, leaning his exquisite body over me. From his new position, Luca has more control over the limb between my legs. Still, only a single digit, but more force, tighter circles, and an air of determination. “Don’t speak. Don’t think. I’m going to make you cum. It will make everything after all the more enjoyable.”
His words send shivers through my body. My hands dart to the thick padded muscle of his chest, nails digging into the flesh. He tenses against them, groaning self-satisfied noises as he watches me wriggle and squirm.
Luca’s finger brings me to the brink of sweet release. So close to an orgasm, my body rattles in anticipation. Feeling my tension against his hand, Luca’s eyes lock with mine. His face is stern, stoic, and deeply focused on his task.
Then it happens. The bundle of nerves that tightened in my belly releases in a wave of intense euphoria that extends and radiates through every limb. My heart thumps in erratic, powerful pumps, trying to keep up with the intense overstimulation. And with closed eyes, I see the vast colors of the rainbow stretching out ahead of me.
Who needs drugs when an orgasm can be such a damn trip?
Luca pulls himself away momentarily and stands at the edge of the bed. I watch as he fiddles with the button on his trousers before dropping it with a single motion of his wrists.
My first glimpse of his cock terrifies me. I’ve seen it stretch the fabric of his clothes, felt the thick slab of meat brush against my belly, but seeing it forces an audible gulp to my throat. It’s thick, veiny, and pulsating, eager to find its way into its resting place.
Luca falls back onto the bed and kisses me with intense ferocity. The reserved man who had a finger between my legs is gone, and the beast is awake. Our tongues mash together. Hands wander and dance across our bodies. We become an amalgamation of one, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.
While he kisses me, Luca’s hand moves over to a pillow against the headboard. He grabs it, bringing it closer. “Lift your hips,” he orders between kisses.
I do as I’m told, and he glides it under the small of my back, propping my body up to a better position for him to enter. Without missing a beat, Luca flings himself on top of me.
“You’re so fucking hot.” I want to compliment him more. Praise him to the high heavens and let him know just how much he means to me. But there aren’t any logical words left in my head. Only guttural noises and whatever low-syllable sentences I can find.
And that’s when I feel it. The thick girth dangling from Luca’s midsection, slapping against my thigh. It glides against the slick skin soaked in my own juices, approaching ever closer to my entrance. It doesn’t need a guiding hand, almost magnetized to where it needs to go.
And I’m happy for it. Luca’s hands are preoccupied with my breasts, fingers squeezing and tugging on my nipples, while his mouth runs along my neck. I can’t control my body anymore. Erratic limbs twitch and spasm in every direction. I cling to Luca’s shoulders and neck, trying to find any sense of stability, but even so, I can’t stop the helpless flailing.
It”s finally happening. Luca’s going to turn me into a woman. Luca’s going to break my innocence.
And I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.
“Deep breaths, little lamb,” Luca whispers against my neck before his mouth sucks my earlobe in.
My hips instinctively jut out at the sensation, but they come to a halt as the head of his dick glides through my folds and strikes my clit.
“Fuck,” I blare out. I’m shaking in nervous excitement. I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life, yet on the same hand so unprepared for what to expect.
My legs spread farther and wrap around Luca’s hips. Gently pressing on him to guide the monster into my cave. Luca smirks. I can’t see it, but I can feel it against my cheek, where he’s pressing his kisses back to my lips.
“You’re fucking soaked for me,” Luca says in an almost pained whisper.
It’s those words that send me barreling over the edge. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel him inside me. Pain, pleasure, or both, I don’t care anymore.
Forcing both hands between our bodies, I get a double-fisted hold on the base of Luca’s erection. His body buckles but he catches himself before collapsing onto me fully.
“I want to feel you inside me.” I lean forward and groan into his ear. Again, Luca’s balance becomes questionable, though he manages to hold strong.
I guide the head of his cock toward my entrance. He has no say in it now, while the thick tip presses against my hole. He mutters obscenities, eyes moving from my face down to where he’s about to enter.
Deep breaths.I play his words on repeat in my head before taking the plunge.
The silky tip of his arousal parts my lips, but it’s as far as I can take him before feeling an immense pressure that makes me feel like I’m going to tear in half. It hurts, but beneath that veil of pain, I can feel the intensity of pleasure like tiny electric shocks zapping through my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks. Pained words leave his panting lips. He doesn’t move, hovering over me with nothing more than his tip sunk into my pussy.
I don’t speak. I can’t. The overwhelming sensations consuming my body and mind revoke my ability to. Instead, I use my legs hooked to his hips to guide him lower.
He notices my cue, and instead of losing himself to worry and panic, Luca takes charge. Slow and gentle, he lowers his hips. His head sinks deeper before my tightness wraps tightly around his shaft.
I want it, of course, more than anything in the world, but my tiny body in the giant’s grip is a daunting task. But now, with pain and pleasure culminating in a strange mixing pot that spreads across the very fibers of my being, I wish he had taken me sooner.
Luca’s cautious in his movement. Slow and steady, until I accept his dick fully inside. Behind those cautious eyes, however, a fire burns. He’s holding back, staying in control, making slow thrusts to have my body get accustomed to him first. His hips are nearly motionless, letting me wriggle on his shaft.
I can’t still the moans exploding from my core. Every movement I make sends a new sensation through my body. Each one more pleasurable than the last as the pain starts to subside and pleasure takes hold.
“You feel so fucking good,” I manage to finally get words out. With them, Luca realizes my enjoyment is overtaking the pain.
He starts to thrust. Slow and steady in his movements. But his eyes betray the control over his body. A fire burns inside those hazel orbs, telling a story he refuses to indulge in. He’s fighting, just as hard as I am. Fighting to stay in control.
Your fight can end, my king.
“Fuck me, Luca,” I order. “Make me a woman. Take me, break me, do whatever the hell you want.”