6. Wrong Words
6
WRONG WORDS
GIOVANNA
To say Tyler was upset was an understatement. A tense silence filled the car during the ride to my apartment. I couldn’t bear the thought of adding to his pain and could only wonder if my playful teasing earlier had caused the change in him.
Even on stage, I couldn’t escape the sight of him storming out of the room, with Jade following closely behind. My performance went on without a hitch, but deep down, I was worried about Tyler’s well-being. No one at the table mentioned it when I finished my set. They all praised and welcomed me back as if nothing else had happened.
As we drove home, I longed to reach over and hold his hand in an attempt to offer some comfort. Much like I wanted to do when he was waiting on news about Mila’s surgery. It wasn’t romantic or sexual for me. I just wanted to comfort him; the man I met and spent hours with, in my world , and the man I’d gotten to see in his own . I might not have been able to tell what was bothering him, but I could feel his pain.
Ever since he yelled at me that night at the hospital, I didn’t want to overstep and make him uncomfortable. He had made it clear that things between us should remain professional, even though I could sense that he needed a friend more than ever right now.
If I’d lost the love of my life, I’m not sure I would’ve ever been able to move on. The thought of it alone was suffocating, and I couldn’t imagine how he must’ve been feeling after losing his own love. However, everyone grieves in their own way, so I tried my best to be there for him, whether he wanted to keep our relationship strictly professional or not.
When we pulled into the garage, he parked the car and escorted me up to my apartment. The door creaked open, and I finally found my voice. “Um, do you want to come in for a minute and just breathe and relax before heading out again?”
He pressed his palm against the door, holding it open for me as I stepped inside. Normally, I would have gone straight upstairs to put away my things and take a shower, but I didn’t want him to leave before I had a chance to talk to him. With his hands buried deep in his pockets, he stared down at me with an intense gaze.
“Can I at least get you some water?” I offered.
“No.”
I leaned against the foyer table and dropped my work bag to the floor. “What time do you need to get home to the kids?”
“They’re with Mila’s sister for a few days,” he replied, but there was no hint of happiness in his tone. “She’s the only one on that side of the family that I trust.”
“Oh.” I wanted to say more and offer some kind of comfort or support, but I didn’t want to push him further away. “Okay, well, do you want to talk about whatever’s on your mind or just hang out and stay quiet? I’m fine either way, but I don’t want to pretend like nothing’s going on if you need someone to listen to y?—”
He shook his head and took a step toward the door. “I shouldn’t be here.”
Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his wrist, just like he had done to mine at the club. He spun around, his eyes locking with mine. I could feel the uneasiness radiating off of him, and in that moment, he seemed so much taller than his already imposing height. My heart raced as I blinked rapidly and pulled my hand back, almost as if his skin was fire.
“Sorry,” I exhaled a shaky breath.
“Did you fuck him?” he asked, his voice becoming deeper.
“What?!” I jerked my head back. “Who?!”
“Dr. Douche,” he growled, his jaw clenched.
What the hell is he talking about? The pieces clicked into place, and I giggled at the absurdity of it all. “Dario?”
“I’m not laughing,” he snapped, taking a menacing step toward me.
“Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat and shaking my head. “No, I didn’t.”
“You were all over him.”
Oh, my God. Is he jealous? I held my hands out to the side. “Ty,” I snickered again, “being all over someone is my literal job, but all I did was give him a lap dance.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Have you ever?”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Fucked him?”
He nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact.
“No,” I replied confidently, my lips twitching into a sly smile. “I haven’t even kissed the guy.” A thought occurred to me, and my smile widened. “So, you were watching.”
With each step he took closer to me, I involuntarily stepped back until my back hit the wall behind me. But instead of feeling trapped, the closeness only ignited more heat between us.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he repeated for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
But this time, there was something different in his gaze, something that made my heart beat faster and my cheeks flush with eagerness.
“Shouldn’t? Okay, but what do you want?” I whispered, peering up into his dark eyes.
A conflicted expression crossed his face before he spoke again, his voice low and husky. “Jade said some things to me tonight that made me start thinking a lot. I don’t want to admit she’s right,” he confessed, his hand coming up to rest on the wall next to my head. He reached out the other, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “But she is. And I’ve known it for a while. I just refused to believe it until she bluntly went full Jade on me.”
I gulped, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. “Care to tell me what she said?”
He leaned closer, his lips just inches from mine now. His fingers trailed down my neck before settling under my chin, tilting my face up toward his when I tried to avert my gaze. “Gia,” he murmured, his voice full of need, “make me forget it all.”
My breath hitched at the same five words he uttered to me the night he stepped into my room at Penthouse L.A. Make me forget it all. It repeated in my head.
The moment I stepped off the platform, one of the bouncers pulled me to the side, lifting his chin at someone in the packed room. The guy had specifically requested me, and he was wealthy, according to the guard. I shifted my gaze to the stranger and froze. He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. Cocoa brown hair, styled in a short quiff, muscular, and a sun-kissed tan.
He was sitting in a black leather chair, sipping on a drink in a lowball glass. I swanned over to him, taking his hand in mine. Something about him exuded mystery and sex. I came from money and danger. I didn’t give a fuck about that. I guided the tall stranger through the showroom with one of his hands on my hip and the other holding his glass.
The moment we were alone in my room, he examined every inch of the interior in silence. I thought he was about to chicken out until he twisted to me, introducing himself. Taking a step closer, he lowered his gaze to mine. I closed the gap between us. The music playing through the room was slow and smooth, with enough bass to make the heart pound with each thump. But I wasn’t sure the music was the reason my heart was thumping. The first three buttons of his shirt were already unbuttoned, and I fidgeted with the fourth.
“Can I touch you too?” he asked, which I thought was polite. Men never asked permission to do anything. They just did it, and I either had to deal with it or slap their hand away. I didn’t play the professional and respectful game the women at Euphoria played when they redirected hands. I didn’t care. I’d put someone in their place if I needed to.
Slowly, I nodded. His already deep-brown eyes darkened with lust and hunger. He set his drink on the nearby table and placed a hand on my waist, the other under my chin. Instantly, I melted at his touch; a reaction I’d never had with any client before. We were like magnets, drawn to one another from the moment our eyes met.
“What can I do for you tonight?” I whispered nervously, which was a foreign emotion to me.
“Make me forget it all.” He ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, growling, “Submit to me,” before bringing his lips to mine.
I melted into his passionate, deep kiss. Kissing wasn’t something I did with clients. I didn’t chance it. With him, I was at his complete mercy. In fact, he’d been the first man I’d kissed since I was thirteen. And that’s when I knew I was fucked.
I was a stripper and an escort. I wasn’t supposed to get lost in the moment. Tyler Prescott had captivated me before he even laid a hand on me, and in that moment when his tongue and hands were all over me, I was willing to risk it all. I’d played the game and submitted to men before in the scene, but with Tyler, when I lowered myself to my knees, I meant it.
The night was as perfect as it could’ve been. We spent hours talking between having incredible sex. We explored kinks, and he taught me the true meaning of Dominant and submissive. Before that, I just thought dominant was being an asshole who fucked hard and talked dirty. While he did that too, he showed me another side I’d never forget.
Unfortunately, just as quick as our night began, it ended the moment he walked out of my room, and I didn’t see him again until Luke brought me to Boston.
Just as if no years had passed, I lowered myself to my knees right there in my foyer, shifting my gaze to the floor. Bending over, he placed his fingers under my chin, gently tilting my eyes up to meet his. His other fingers slipped into my hair. I leaned into his touch, not daring to look away.
Slipping his thumb in between my lips, he coaxed my mouth open. “Take it out.”
Knowing his heart might still be fragile, I paused, giving him a few moments to change his mind.
“Did you forget that I don’t like to repeat myself?” he asked lowly. “Take. It. Out.”
“Yes… sir.” I reached for his black leather belt.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” I nodded and kept my gaze locked with his as I unbuckled the belt and unfastened his formal slacks, revealing his enormous cock.
It was just as huge and intimidating as I remembered. It was the only cock that had ever stretched me to my absolute limit. Running my palm over his length, I parted my lips in anticipation. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, so many questions I wanted to ask.
Before I could speak, he peered down at me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. Without warning, he spat into my mouth and then pulled me toward him, guiding his cock inside.
He pumped himself in and out of my mouth gently, giving me a few seconds to adjust before picking up the pace. If tonight was anything like last time, I knew I would soon be pushed to the brink of pleasure and pain. Now, all I could focus on was the taste of him and the overwhelming feeling of being at his mercy once again.
“No one has ever sucked my cock like you, Gia.” He continued to force himself slow and deep inside. “Fuck.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. With each slow and deliberate thrust, he forced himself deeper inside my throat. My body couldn’t resist the intense desire I felt for him, despite trying to fight it off. His cock pressed against the back of my throat, making me gag. I struggled to control the drool threatening to spill out onto the floor. But I didn’t want to disappoint him; I wanted to please him in every way.
He picked up the pace, fucking my mouth with need. I moaned, vibrating his shaft and sending waves of pleasure through us both. The sound of his belt snapping through its loops caught my attention, but I kept my focus on pleasuring him. Suddenly, he yanked my head back by my hair and leaned over, looping the belt around my neck, and pulling me to my feet.
With his fingers curled tightly around the leather, he brought my lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss as we walked backward toward the living room. His lips moved from mine and lowered down to my neck, nibbling, licking, and kissing every inch of my sensitive skin. My back hit the cool glass of the window behind me as his hand ventured between my thighs. I eagerly spread them apart to give him full access as he slid aside my thong. Passion and lust radiated between us, and we couldn’t keep our hands off one another.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head,” I confessed, feeling both exhilarated and petrified at the same time. My heart raced as I waited for his reaction, bracing myself for rejection or, even worse, indifference.
Instead, his response was to deepen our kiss, his middle finger sliding inside me. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he added a second finger, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I pressed against him, trying to convey my desire without scaring him away.
He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmured, “Good girl.” His other hand moved to cup my rear, pulling me against him as he continued to pleasure me against the glass. He wanted anyone passing by below to see us in our intense moment.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered huskily. “I need to feel your pussy squeezing my cock. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
His words sent me over the edge, unable to hold back any longer. He brought me to a powerful orgasm, my juices soaking his hand as I rode the waves of ecstasy. “Oh fuck,” I cried out. “Fuck me! Please, take me to my bed and fuck me like you did that night.”
Gone was any hesitation or fear of pushing him away. Tyler Prescott had made me squirt and cum after so long, and now I needed him inside me more than anything. Leading me toward the stairs with one hand still buried between my legs, he brought his other hand to his mouth and licked my juices off of his fingers. “I never forgot the way you taste.”
“I never forgot the way your dick stretched me to my limit,” I cooed as he tightened the belt around my neck.
Once we reached the top of the landing, he positioned me in front of him and urged me forward into my bedroom. I could feel his eyes on me as I led us to my room at the end of the hallway.
We stepped through the door, and he spun me to face him, pulling my dress over my head. He threw it on the floor. Backing me toward the bed, he shed his shirt and shoes. I watched every damn muscle in his upper body flex as he pushed me back onto the mattress. He couldn’t get his slacks off fast enough as I pulled my panties and bra off, tossing them out of the way. He reached over to my nightstand, tugging the drawer open.
“What are you doi?—”
Taking out a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs, he dangled them in the air. “I know your freaky little ass has toys hidden all over this place.”
I couldn’t suppress a laugh, biting down on my bottom lip to contain it. “You have no idea,” I teased. My legs spread apart, and I ran my fingers lightly over my slit, but he quickly grabbed my hand, slapping it away with force, leaving a stinging sensation.
“Pretty sure I do,” he retorted. Taking one of my hands in his, he expertly secured the cuff around my wrist and then did the same with the other. “Don’t move,” he ordered in a deep voice while his lips trailed down my neck, over my shoulders, and chest, until they reached my stomach. He took one of my breasts in his large hand, kneading it and rolling my nipple between his fingertips, showering kisses on my hips.
I let out a snicker when his rough facial hair tickled me.
His eyes flickered up to mine with no trace of amusement in his expression. “I said, don’t move .” He continued kissing up my silky skin until he reached my other nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging on the piercing.
I struggled not to arch my back at the intense pleasure coursing through me. “I’m craving you so fucking bad,” I murmured breathlessly.
With his lips hovering just above mine, he grazed them teasingly while tracing circles on the outside of my drenched entrance with his fingers. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimpered, nodding as he grinned devilishly.
Yanking his hand away from my pussy, he clutched the belt strap around my neck, pulling tighter. I tried to swallow but the taut grip made it damn near impossible. He stared deep into my eyes, both lust and anger written on his face.
“How do you address me?”
My hands still pinned above my head, I struggled to control my breathing as my chest rose and fell slowly. Swallowing hard, I answered in barely more than a whisper, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he growled next to my ear before gently inserting one finger into me, probing my entrance. He added another, stretching me wide.
My breath hitched. “Please!” I cried out, desperate for him to fill me completely.
A third finger entered me, and he twisted his hand back and forth, prying me open even further. Each movement sent jolts of painful pleasure surging through my veins. My entire body was pleading relentlessly for him to give me his long, thick cock. He added a fourth. I writhed with him between my legs, watching my face, relishing in my euphoric high.
Just when I thought he was about to yank his hand away and torture me more, he grazed my pierced clit with his thumb. Then he slipped it in, sliding his hand in as far as my pussy would allow. Rocking my body back and forth using his fist and the belt, he fucked me hard.
“Oh my God!” I screamed out. “Fuck!”
He showed no mercy as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. Holy shit! My eyes watered from the overwhelming pleasure. I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I flooded his arm once again, squirting all over us both. Positioning himself between my legs, he aligned himself with my entrance, his eyes glazed over with primal desire.
“Do you want a condom?” I asked breathlessly.
Brushing his lips against mine, he shook his head. “I need to feel every part of you right now, if that’s okay with you?”
I felt the same, needing to feel him entirely. I nodded with my bottom lip pinned between my teeth. Bracing myself, and knowing how he was, I squeezed my eyes closed.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
The minute my eyes sprung open, he buried himself inside me with a powerful thrust that made me arch my back and let out a loud moan. “God, Gia,” he breathed heavily. “I never forgot how much I loved being inside you.”
“My pussy has missed this so much,” I cried out.
Leaning down to kiss me again, he pulled back to lock gazes with me. Sensing that I was close to climaxing again, he continued to drive himself deep inside me over and over.
“Fu..ck. Neverstop… I need… yourbigcock… insideme for…ever.”
He froze, his expression turning blank as our eyes remained connected. I could tell by his reaction that I said the wrong thing.
“Damnit, listen I didn’t mean?—”
“Shit,” he snapped, his voice tense and his expression strained. “I shouldn’t be here.” With a frustrated grunt, he pulled out of me, still rock-hard with a wet sound. He quickly got off the bed, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor. Our brief moment of passion was over, and the weight of reality crashed down on us both.
As he dried his hand on his shirt and hastily dressed himself, I struggled to sit up on the edge of the bed, my hands still bound in handcuffs. “Tyler!” I called out desperately. “I didn’t mean forever, ever!”
He couldn’t meet my gaze. Leaping off the bed, I tried my best to get my wrists over his head, but he curled his fingers around my hands, holding them against his chest. “Bab… Gia, I’m so fucking sorry, I need to go.”
Before I could respond or try to convince him to stay, he turned away from me and left my bedroom. But I wasn’t about to let him go that easily. In a panicked state, I awkwardly made my way after him, my wetness staining my legs and making it difficult to walk with my hands bound together.
“Stop! Please, stop!” I begged as he reached the front door.
He paused for a moment before turning back to face me. “I’m not mad at you or what happened,” he replied sincerely. “But right now, I need to get as far away from here as possible.” And with that, he walked out of my apartment toward the elevator.
Frustrated tears welled up in my eyes while I watched him leave. “Son of a bitch,” I cursed under my breath. “I’m such an idiot.” I paced back and forth in front of the closed door, my bound hands hanging helplessly in front of me.
Realizing that I needed to find a way to free myself, I hurried back upstairs to my bedroom. I yanked open the nightstand drawer, rummaging through it frantically, searching for the key to the handcuffs. “Damnit!”
Months ago, I hooked up with a cop who brought his own handcuffs with him, decked out in pink fur, because he thought I’d love them. Now, I was regretting not having the key. Only he knew where it was.
“Oh God,” I sighed before rushing back downstairs to grab my phone from my bag. With trembling fingers, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Kirsten’s name and hit the call button.
Hey! She answered. Where’d you go tonight?
Hey, I left early.
We were looking for you to see if you ? —
Listen, I’ll explain later, but I’m kinda in a situation right now , I interjected, knowing damn well she was going to talk my ear off if I didn’t. I don’t have time to chat.
What happened?! she shrieked. Are you okay?!
Yes, but I kinda need you to come to my apartment ASAP and help me get out of some handcuffs.
She cackled. Did you run from the cops?
Kirsten , I grumbled, please.
Okay, okay , she snickered. I’ll be there soon. I’m still at work, so not far.
And tell no one!
I hung up before she could reply, marching back upstairs to my room. Throwing myself back onto my bed, I let out a pitiful whine. Regardless of what I wanted, I was truly worried about his well-being.
Running out into the hallway to the elevator was out of the question. I shared the floor with the three other apartments that made up the other corners of the building’s penthouses. What would happen when I got downstairs? Sprint outside after him, naked in handcuffs, with my tits bouncing at passing traffic?
While waiting for Kirsten, I shut my eyes, my thoughts drifting to the darker time when I was fighting my own grief about my family. Not only did my father die, but Luca and I used to be close.
My dad’s death may have been his fault in many ways, but I still missed him. I had my friends again, but I didn’t have my family any longer. For the first time since my father died, I felt lonely. My mom was nowhere to be found. I didn’t even know if she was dead or not. It didn’t matter anymore anyway. If she were alive, it wasn’t like she’d ever try to find me.
The sudden ring of the doorbell jolted me out of my thoughts, and I sprang up from the bed. Kirsten and I had seen each other naked countless times before, so there was no need to scramble for clothes as I rushed downstairs. With a sense of relief, I unlocked it, and wrenched open the heavy wooden door.
“Thank fuck, you’re he?—”
She slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Holy shit,” Declan chuckled, brushing past me.
I spun around as Kirsten entered, the door closing behind her. I gawked at her. “I told you to tell no one!”
She opened her mouth to reply but he spoke first, “In her defense, she didn’t tell me shit.”
I didn’t bother to rush for a blanket because I didn’t care. Rolling my eyes, I tried to cross my arms but due to the current circumstances, that was out of the question. Kirsten was still in shock. I could practically hear her mind racing with questions.
“Nice necklace.” Declan winked, reaching in his pocket, pulling out a little metal tool.
“Oh shit,” I exhaled, gripping the belt, struggling.
He reached over, freeing me, then dropped it to the floor. He held his hand out. Sighing, I put my wrists up in front of me, blowing my tousled hair out of my eyes. Taking each cuff, he unlocked them in a split second then set them on the nearby table.
“Thank you,” I said, pulling my wrists to my chest, taking turns rubbing them.
“Mmhm,” he replied. “Now, who’s ass do I need to kick for fucking with you?”
I stared silently between them.
“Oh no,” Kirsten giggled.
“What?” Declan glanced back and forth.
“Tyler was here, wasn’t he?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her face.