Chapter 28 NORA #2
"I..." I swallow, my chest heaving against the tight leather tethers holding my wrists. "I forgot."
He hooks two fingers under my chin and forces my gaze up to his. "You forgot. I gave you one rule. Address me as sir. Since your mouth forgot how to follow instructions, your cunt can take the penalty. Spread your legs wider. Ten spanks on your pussy. Count them out, or we start over."
My stomach flips with a raw mix of dread and anticipation. I spread my thighs as far as the cuffs allow, trembling under the cold air of the bedroom.
The first strike lands flat and hard against my bare, swollen slit. A loud crack echoes off the headboard, and a sharp jolt of stinging fire detonates across my clit.
My hips arch off the mattress from the sudden sting. "One, sir!"
He lands the second blow without hesitation, striking the exact same delicate spot. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as heat blooms bright and furious between my legs. "Two, sir!"
"Louder." He strikes me a third and fourth time in quick succession. The stinging slaps leave my labia pulsing with blinding fire.
My bound hands rattle the heavy headboard as my core floods with wet heat. "Three, sir! Four, sir!"
Smack. Smack. Five and six hit like branding irons against my sensitized flesh. A desperate whine scrapes against my throat. "Five, sir! Six, sir!"
"Don't squeeze your thighs shut," he warns, his voice low and uncompromising. "Take your punishment like a good whore."
He delivers seven and eight with measured force, his palm stinging the swollen folds until my entire pelvis throbs. "Seven, sir! Eight, sir!"
The ninth slap is sharp and punishing, snapping across my clit and dragging a broken sob from my chest. "Nine, sir!"
The tenth strike cracks against my dripping entrance with stinging finality, leaving every single nerve ending between my legs blazing with fiery, exquisite ache. Tears slip down my hot cheeks. "Ten, sir!"
"Good," Luca murmurs, stepping between my parted thighs again and rubbing his thumb over the reddened, throbbing flesh. "Next time, you will remember."
"If you stop right before I finish, I'll get out of these cuffs and kill you." I pull against the straps, desperate for more.
"Threatening me in my own bed." He kisses down the side of my neck, laughing softly against my skin. "You always need the last word."
"It's what I do," I pant out, losing my train of thought as he presses harder.
He adds a third finger. Stretches me open while his mouth works down my stomach, then lower, replacing his thumb with his tongue.
The dual sensation shorts something in my brain.
I pull hard on the cuffs. The headboard creaks.
He doesn't stop. He licks and fingers me like he has nowhere else to be and no mercy left in inventory, building pressure until I'm panting curses into the ceiling.
"Please, sir, don't stop, I need you inside me," the desperate words rip straight out of my throat, every ounce of my usual control destroyed by the ache between my legs.
"Look at me." He pulls his fingers free, wiping them along my inner thigh before lining his cock up right at my entrance.
I look. His eyes are dark, focused, wrecked in a way he only ever lets me see when the doors are locked.
"Beg for it, my good little whore," he commands, resting the broad, blunt head of his cock right against my soaked entrance. "Tell me who's whore are you tonight."
I stare into his fierce gaze without blinking. "Yours sir. Please, take me, sir."
His hips drive forward in one steady, heavy slide, stretching me open until his skin presses flat against mine. My thighs tremble, locked tight around him as his forehead drops to mine, hot breath dragging through his flared nostrils while his jaw tightens into stone.
"Dio mio." The Italian curse tears out of his throat as he sinks all the way inside me in one smooth, overwhelming thrust.
I strain against the taut leather cuffs as he sets a punishing rhythm that rattles the headboard. "Harder, sir."
His rhythm never wavers, driving into me until the stone room echoes with my harsh, ragged pants.
With a flick of his thumbs, he snaps the clips free from the headboard and grips my bound wrists in one calloused palm.
He hauls me up, pivots me on the mattress, and presses my hips down over the edge.
My cheek hits the cool linen, both hands pinned behind my tailbone under his fist, before his hips slam back against mine in one brutal, full-depth plunge that knocks the breath straight out of me.
He swats my bare ass with a loud, stinging smack, leaning low over my arched back. "Take it all, whore. Tell me who you belong to right now."
Tears sting my lashes as his hips relentlessly hammer against mine. "To you, sir!" The sting on my skin and the fullness ripping through my core shatter every remaining thought.
Without breaking his pace, he shifts our weight, dragging me up until I am kneeling straddling his lap, my bound wrists lifted over his shoulder while he impales me deep from below. "Look down at me and say thank you, sir," he grunts, his fingers digging bruises into my hips as he thrusts upward.
My chest heaves against his as the friction overwhelms me. "Thank you, sir! Please let me come, sir, please!"
"Not yet. You wait until your master gives the word," he growls into the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking sharp into my collarbone while his calloused palm grinds ruthlessly against my breast.
"Wait for me. Just a few more seconds." He leans down, whispering against my ear while driving into me over and over. "Right here."
I grit my teeth. My whole body goes tight as a wire. He fucks me through it, relentless and precise, until tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the effort of not falling.
"Come for me now, my good whore. Break for your sir." He drives all the way up inside me and locks his hips against mine.
The permission hits like a switch. I break with a cry that scrapes my throat raw, clenching hard around him while pleasure rips through every nerve I own.
He doesn't stop. He rides me through it and past it into oversensitive chaos, chasing his own release with sharper thrusts until he buries himself deep and comes with a low, wrecked groan against my neck.
For a long minute there is only breathing. His weight is careful, braced on his forearms so he doesn't crush me. Then he reaches up and unfastens the cuffs, rubbing my wrists with both thumbs, checking the skin like it is sacred and temporarily borrowed.
"Are you okay?" He gently rubs the faint red marks on my wrists, checking my skin with quiet care.
"I can't remember my own phone number right now." I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Ten out of ten."
"You never stop," he murmurs, resting his forehead against my shoulder with a soft sigh.
I press a soft kiss to his temple. "And you're stuck with me now. Thank you, Luca. For protecting Mom and Dad without scaring them. For saving Amelia and my business. For taking care of my whole world when you didn't have to."
"Go to sleep." He pulls the blanket over both of us and wraps an arm around my waist, holding me against his chest. "We handle Bellini tomorrow. Tonight, you don't have to fix anything."
I close my eyes. For once, I let someone else keep watch.
And for once, it doesn't feel like losing.