He caught me by the upper arm and peered down into my eyes, making me hold my breath. “There’s something you’re not telling me. Why was that man threatening you?”
Excitement sizzled to life between us, more intense because of the emotional events of the day.
I needed release.
I wanted to argue with him or fuck him. Something fierce and animal snarled to dispel the fear and anxiety that built up inside me. Lyle reminded me again that with my father now gone, I was alone.
Gia argued, I wasn’t.
Livia offered me a way out of the financial desperation I was in.
But what about the sorrow of having no family?
That stark reality overwhelmed me, and I needed disinfecting with the help of a broad shouldered, well-muscled, dangerous, and brooding Moretti who’d take me hard and make me forget.
I was over pretending otherwise.
11
Eva
I was eager to taste him, to take him into my mouth.
My mind was a runaway train, with dirty thoughts as its cargo.
Would he command me and keep me in line?
It made me dizzy when he snapped his fingers and said, “Take your panties off. Hand them to me.”
He tossed me against the pillows, and I lifted my hips off the bed to slide off my undies.
“Cazzo.” Roberto’s words spoken like a poetic obscenity, and I had to admit, it made me feel pretty hot.
Even hotter when he lowered himself between my thighs, turned out my knees, and took a slow, exploratory lick across my clit. He slid his fingers inside me, and my thighs clenched around his head.
The lash of his tongue kept me prisoner beneath him, and I bucked and twisted against his torment.
Lifting his head, he said, “I want to drown in your juices, gorgeous. But first I’ll make you beg for it.”
Again, he lowered himself. His fingers caressed my sex and made me ache for him. Words rang in my head like a bell, and it surprised me when I spoke them out loud. “Please, Roberto, punish me. I’ve been very naughty.”
His eyes turned dark with desire as he got up on his knees, yanking my ankles to position me over his lap. It was an awkward way to be chastised. He sat on his heels and splayed me across the mattress and over his thighs.
There was no waiting, no talk of safe words. No asking me if I’d like it, no telling me to count. No lecturing me for being a bad girl.
Only the whoosh of air as he raised his arm to slam it right back down on my sensitive buttocks.
He was strong, so very strong. That single blow burned like five, causing me to bite the blanket with my teeth.
He grazed my back end with the gentle stroke of his warm palm.
Confusing me. What came next? Would he punish me again?
Or were we moving straight into his taking me?
I fidgeted my hips, and it called his attention to the matter at hand: his hand on my ass.
Again, I sensed him raising his punishing palm in the air, swinging it down to crack against my cheeks, leaving a fevered flame across my skin.
I howled into the blanket, ashamed of my screams.
He rubbed me where he’d struck, obliterating the pain with his caresses. I held my breath, sensing it still wasn’t over.
The lingering sting of his smacks was less noticeable than the persistent throbbing that had started between my legs.
“Lift your hips higher,” he commanded.
I did as I was told, inhaling as he placed his hand over the crease between my legs. “Seems hot,” he noted. “Are you feeling feverish?”
“Very much so.” I moaned, wriggling my hips. “It’s been that way for a while now. Since I started wondering what it would be like to be taken by your cock.”
The grip on my wrists grew firmer, and he pulled my them upward toward the ceiling, affixing my torso to the mattress. I felt the kiss of air from his downward stroke before his hand connected with my bottom.
“Ten more,” he warned. “Then you can be my good girl.”
He whacked and walloped me so hard I blinked back the tears and gritted my teeth. I started to beg, “Oh God, please stop. I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you say.” My words were a blubbering squeal.
He’d wrung all the resistance out of me until I was a limp pile of need and atonement.
His forgiveness was liberating.
Now I needed this near stranger to fill me up with the most intimate part of his self.
“No one’s ever spanked me like that before.”
“Like what?”
“As if you meant it, and I was in trouble. As though you weren’t afraid of hurting me.”
“I’d never hurt you.”
I nodded, “It felt so good when you stopped. I can’t explain it.”
“Try,” he said.
“Like you’re my redeemer. The one with the power to save me.”
“Maybe that’s what I am. Your savior.” He brushed his knuckle across my lower lip. “Your Lord.”
God help me, I almost crossed myself right then, I believed it so hard.
Instead, I let him trace the outline of my lips, and my entire body tingled at his touch. “Roberto?” He put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked at them.
“Yes, Eva?”
“How can I be your good girl?”
He blew a hot breath in my ear and panted my name.
“Normally I’d say that pretty little face deserves to get fucked, and you’d let me like a good girl. But in this case, I can’t wait.”
His clothes came off layer by layer until he stood naked before me, and climbed up on the bed. His fingers slid inside me, “Still nice and wet.”
His caressing touch made me ache for him even more and I wove my fingers through his hair, moaning his name. “Your cock is huge.” I pulled him to me, his arousal pressing against my belly, almost where I wanted him to be. “I need you. Please.”
“How do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
My opening throbbed for him as he wedged himself between my thighs. He pushed his heavy erection into me and I guided him in. He pressed harder, deeper, filling me up with his maleness and I met his driving rhythm beat for beat, snapping at him with my hips. But I didn’t have to chase his cock for long.
“Like this?” He asked me, plunging deep with the pace of a jackhammer. “Fast and crazy? Is that how you like it?”
Sensation sizzled through every crevice of my body, and Roberto slowed his pace, pulling out all the way then plunging his thick erection to my core. His cock seared into me and my body vibrated in response. He was ruining me for other men with his delicious dick.
“How about I take you slow and easy and then come inside you? Would you like that?”
The telltale signs of pleasure jerked through my body, “I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to come on you.”
“Good girl. I want you to scream my name.”
I met his driving rhythm beat for beat and followed his instruction. I screamed “Moretti” to the heavens as his pulsing cock gushed into me, and we bucked and thrashed against each other in shared release.
Lord above, this man fucked just like my salvation.
12
Roberto