Chapter 10 #2
I part my lips and he guides himself between them. The thick head presses against my tongue and I taste salt and musk and him.
"Wider." He pushes in. "I want to feel the back of your throat."
I gag and he doesn't stop. He doesn't pull back. He just holds my head in place with the fistful of hair.
"Breathe through your nose. You can take more." He pushes in another inch and I choke. "That's it. Struggle for me. I want to feel your throat work around my cock while you fight to take all of me."
Water streams down my face as he slides in. He's too big. But the grip in my hair keeps me in place.
"Look at you. Crying with my cock in your mouth." He pulls back slightly and I gasp for air. "So fucking pretty when you cry for me."
He sets a rhythm, fucking my mouth with deliberate strokes. He makes me take him all the way to the back of my throat each time.
My hand starts to drift downward, desperate for relief, but he catches my wrist.
"No." He pulls my hand away. "Your pleasure belongs to me. Not you. Put your hands behind your back."
I obey, clasping my hands together.
"You don't touch yourself. You don't come unless I allow it. I control every sensation, every orgasm, every fucking breath you take while I'm inside you." His voice is sharp. "You exist for my pleasure now. That's what being mine means."
I moan around him and he tightens the grip in my hair.
"That's right. Accept it." His rhythm speeds up, thrusts getting rougher. "This is what you wanted when you kissed me. You wanted the monster. Now you get to choke on him."
His control begins to fracture. He fucks my mouth, with increasing intensity, chasing his release. Tears and excess saliva run down my chin. It's messy and vicious and nothing at all like I imagined. And yet I can feel my pussy throbbing and my nipples tightening into diamond shards.
"I'm going to come down your throat and you're going to swallow every drop. And you're going to thank me for it after."
He drives in one last time and comes with a harsh groan, holding my head in place while he empties himself. I swallow because I have no choice, tasting him, and he makes a sound of satisfaction.
When he finally pulls out, I'm gasping. My jaw aches. My throat is raw.
He hauls me to my feet by my hair and presses his mouth against mine, kissing me until my lips feel bruised. He tastes himself on my tongue and growls.
"That's one," he says against my lips.
"One?"
A dark smile curves his lips. “Mine. The rest?” His grip tightens as he drags my jeans down over my hips, taking my underwear with them. “Some will be for me, but some will be yours. And I’m going to watch every single one.”
He leans in, voice rough and intent. "You're going to come for me tonight. Several times. I will take what I want—to watch you fall apart on my cock."
The crude language jolts through me. Heat floods between my thighs.
He walks me backward to the wall and pins me there. Then his hands are everywhere, demanding.
"I've been patient long enough." He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. "Time to claim what's mine."
He positions himself at my entrance and pauses, eyes locked on mine. "You're going to take every inch of me. And you're going to beg me for more."
Then he pushes inside, filling me in one thrust that steals my breath.
I cry out and his hand clamps over my mouth.
"Quiet. I don't want you screaming yet." He pulls almost all the way out. "Not until I'm ready to hear it."
The stretch is intense, bordering on painful. He's so big and there was no preparation, no gentleness.
"Fuck, you're tight." He drives in again. "Your body knows who it belongs to even if you're still fighting it."
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming me against the wall. His hand stays over my mouth, muffling my cries.
"That's it. Take it. Take all of me. This is what you wanted when you kissed me. This is what being mine feels like."
Water leaks from my eyes and he leans in, licking it away.
"So pretty when you cry for me." He removes his hand from my mouth and grips my jaw instead, forcing me to look at him. "Say it hurts."
"It hurts."
"Good." He slams in. "It should. I want you to feel me for days. Want you to remember who owns this body every time you move."
He moves his hand to my throat, not squeezing but holding. A reminder of his power. "Now say it feels good."
"I—"
He adjusts his angle and hits something inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. "You love it when I use you."
"It feels good."
"What feels good?"
"You. Inside me."
"More specific." He drives in and grinds against me. "What do you love about my cock inside you?"
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
He tightens his hand on my throat. "Answer me or I stop."
"How full I am. How much it hurts and feels good at the same time."
"That's my girl." The praise sounds like possession. "Now we're getting somewhere."
He releases my throat and moves his hand between us, finding my clit. The touch is demanding, not gentle.
"Come. Show me this pussy knows who owns it."
"I—"
"You will." His thumb circles. "Come on my cock or I'll pull out, put you back on your knees to suck me off again and then I'll keep you on the edge of your own orgasm all night—no relief, just relentless, gnawing need."
The threat breaks me. The orgasm tears through me with vicious force. I scream and he swallows the sound with a kiss.
"That's two."
He doesn't slow down. If anything he speeds up, chasing his own release while I'm still convulsing.
"Say you're mine."
"No—"
He pulls out completely and I whimper at the loss. My body is still trembling, oversensitive, and the emptiness is unbearable.
"Say it or I finish myself and leave you empty. You'll watch me come and get nothing."
I'm desperate, aching, needing him back inside me more than I need my next breath. My pride crumbles.
"I'm yours."
The triumph in his eyes is terrifying. "Again."
"I'm yours."
He slams back inside me. "Louder. Let the whole fucking building hear who you belong to."
"I'm yours!" The words tear out of me. "I'm yours, Luca!"
"Damn right you are." He fucks me with vicious efficiency, each thrust punishing. "Mine to use. Mine to fill. Mine to fuck whenever I want however I want."
His rhythm turns erratic and I know he's close. He moves his hand to my clit again and the overstimulation is too much.
"Come with me. One more time. Give me one more."
His thumb presses down. "Now, Francesca. Come now while I fill this pussy with my cum."
The orgasm rips through me and I scream his name while he drives in one last time and comes with a harsh groan.
I feel the heat of him inside me, feel him pulsing, and it sends another aftershock through me. He holds me pinned against the wall, both of us shaking.
Then he carries me to the bed, still buried inside me. He drops me onto the mattress. Not gently. His cock slips out as I land and he steps back, still half erect, looking at me sprawled across the sheets.
"Look at you. Wrecked. Used. Dripping my cum. Perfect."
He leans down and grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "This is what you are now. Mine. My woman. My possession. And tomorrow when you wake up sore and aching, you'll remember exactly who put those marks on you."
Then he presses a kiss to my forehead.
"Sleep." Not a suggestion. An order. "We'll talk at breakfast."
He turns to leave and I find my voice.
"Luca."
He stops, looks back.
"You're not going to lock the door?"
His smile is satisfied as he shrugs. "You're not going anywhere. We both know it now."
He leaves. I hear his footsteps receding down the hallway.
I lie in the dark. I touch my lips—swollen, bruised. I can still taste him on my tongue, salt and musk. His scent clings to me—smoke and cologne and something darker underneath. My throat is raw. My jaw aches. There are places on my hips and wrists that will be bruised tomorrow.
Proof of what I let him do. What I begged him for.
Tomorrow I'll feel him with every step, every breath.
And I'll let him do it again.