Riccardo (14 page)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LORENA

“You’re late,” he hissed at me when he let me in.

“Too bad,” I teased. “What's my punishment? Are you…” I stopped mid-sentence when I noticed his bandaged hands. “What the fuck happened to your hands?”

“I had a fight with a wall. But don't worry. It won't affect my fucking you, if that's what you're worried about.”

He seemed different tonight, almost mean. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I was gathering by what happened to his hands, he'd had a bad day and I dared not make it any worse than what it already was. He was still dressed in his suit, obviously not having had the time to change yet.

“Great to hear,” I told him, plonking myself down on the sofa. “Are you going to get me a drink or just stand there gawking at me?”

“You can drink later.” Sitting down next to me, he pressed his thigh right against mine and his heavy arm slid over my shoulders, pulling me into his chest.

Oh, God. He felt divine.

My legs slid over his thighs and my dress rode up as my heels fell off and landed on the floor. I nestled into his chest as my heart pounded. A strange tingling sensation covered my skin. I loved being wrapped in his arms. I shivered from his fingers stroking my arm. While I couldn't see his face, I could feel his heart thumping against my head, slow and steady.

“Are you scared of me, Lorena? I won’t hurt you. Not yet anyway.” His lips found my temple and he kissed it. “You've stopped breathing, baby doll. Go on. Take a breath. There's no need to be nervous. We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to.”

The desperation in my voice had him laughing. His other hand tilted my head back and his mouth descended on mine. It was electric. My attraction to him flared up like a firework. I felt the electricity and the intensity in the marrow of my bones. I kissed him back hungrily, and then he pulled back with a curious look on his face.

He sighed into my hair. “I’ve had a lot of women, but I've never been satisfied. I just used to fuck them. With you, it's different. You give me what I want, but there's something else I need in our relationship, to make me happy.”

Wide-eyed, I listened, even though I had no idea where this was going. “Tell me what will make you happy. What is it you want?”

“I want complete control over you.” Stroking my arm, he then squeezed me.

Fuck. He was scaring the shit out of me. We hadn't had sex that many times, but the few times we had, he'd been gentle and sweet. He hadn't even asked me to suck him off yet. I wanted to but I'd been waiting for the right moment. He was terrifying me with his words, but there was something so irresistible and intoxicating about him, that I knew I'd do anything he asked me to.

“I'll give it to you. You can control me.”

“Baby doll, are you sure you know what you're offering me?”

As his eyes cut through me, I inhaled a shaky breath. “I'm sure. I think.”

“I'll tell you what, I'll give you a choice.” He bent his head closer and kissed me softly again, making my heart flutter. “We can have it sweet and vanilla, and then you go home. Or, you stay here overnight and get to know the real me and what my needs are. I warned you I was dangerous, and you said you didn’t care. Are you still game?”

Holy shit. Why is he telling me this now? The night before we tell my father about us. Is he giving me a chance to run?
I vaguely recalled him mentioning some things in the cellar that day, but I was so nervous that I couldn’t think straight. Everything inside me screamed for me to leave. I should have gone home. Maybe he was right and I couldn’t give him what he needed. Whatever he was suggesting, sounded scary—dangerous. I'd seen that look before; the darkness in his eyes was real. The monster in him was about to surface.

“Will you hurt me?”

“I’ll take it easy on you.” He grinned.

For a fraction of a moment, I wondered why he’d want to hurt me. Excitement, however, leaped inside my chest instead of horror. I cast my mind back to the minimal sex I had at boarding school, and to tell the truth, it was boring. I never felt anything like this. The only time I felt something was with Riccardo those few times we’d had sex. It was electric and I didn’t want the electricity to stop.

I wiped my palms on my thighs. Suddenly, he wrapped his hot hand around my thigh, and my core clenched from his touch. Inching a path up my leg, the searing heat between my legs grew hotter.

“Okay. What about your hand? Won't it hurt?”

He closed his eyes and smiled. “My hand is fine. I can still touch you and I've a high pain threshold, and so will you, after tonight. I'm going to give you some safe words. Doughnut means slow down.” I quirked my brow at his word choice, remembering the last time we were around doughnuts. “Gloves means stop. Use them only if you mean it.”

I nodded and he stood, holding me against him. He bent and lifted my dress up and over my head. I stood there in my pink bra and matching G-string. I wasn't embarrassed about my body at all. Many times in the past, I pranced around Riccardo half naked, but surprisingly, I felt vulnerable before him. He unhooked my bra while he planted hot kisses on my neck. Then he pulled back, yanking down the bra as my nipples contracted from the cold.

“Fuck. I love your tits.”

I loved it when he talked dirty. It turned me on so much and made me want to kiss him, made me want to grab the hardness stiffening in his pants. His hands enveloped my breasts, squeezing slightly and exploring every inch of my exposed flesh. It felt so good to have his hands on me.

Bending down, he kissed a trail starting from between my breasts, down to my stomach, all the way to the edge of my panties. He scraped my skin as he pulled them down with his good hand.

I was naked before him, while he was still fully clothed. The coarse fabric of his pants rubbed against my skin. He stood back and admired every curve of my body. Pulling me in, my breasts flattened against the rough fabric of his suit and he kissed me, his tongue forcing through and playing with my mouth. His bandaged hand stroked my back, dipping down to slide over my arse, squeezing it. Then he moved to my hip bone and over my mound, dipping a finger inside me. I moaned at the instant pleasure as he teased me. He laughed against my lips, sending a wave of white-hot electricity all the way to my toes.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you right now.”

His lips were ruthless against mine. “This body is all mine. I love it when you flaunt it and you do it so well. Don't you, my little tease?”

A light gasp left my throat when his fingers slid into me roughly. It was unexpected so it hurt a little at first. But I was so wet for him that it only lasted momentarily. My juices coated his fingers and I dug my nails into his chest as he moved his fingers in and out.

“Oh, yeah, you like that, don't you?” he asked, his voice both amused and condescending.

“Yes.”

He stopped for a moment and pulled out a red ribbon or sash from his pants pocket. He proceeded to rub the ribbon over my clit, making me moan and move my hips against him. Then he wrapped the ribbon around two of his fingers and plunged them into me, knowing exactly where he needed to touch me. The friction of the ribbon against my inner walls created a burning sensation, but one that I welcomed.

“Tell me what you want? Is it my cock you want?”

Never having had a man talk to me this way before, my face heated. “Yes,” I whispered. He smirked, a wry smile. I was so close, so, close to exploding if he didn't fuck me soon. I reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning it, kissing the exposed flesh, until he pulled his fingers out. What the fuck? I was enjoying the feel of that ribbon inside me.

“Please. Don’t stop—”

His hand went to my head and he tugged a fistful of my hair. It was painful but he didn't seem to care. His expression appeared ruthless.

“I want you on your knees and sucking my cock.”

He steered my body so I was kneeling in front of him. Staring at his groin, his erect cock stretched the front of his pants. I hated it when I read about men grabbing a woman by her head and forcing her to suck them off. But I was so far gone. I didn't care. I’d do anything to get him inside me. My heart was racing as I reached up, undid his belt, and unzipped his pants.

“Faster,” he growled, pinching my chin in a firm grip, forcing me to look up at him. He pinched me hard enough to make me angry and his face lit up with excitement.

“You need to obey me, my little spitfire, or I may have to spank you.”

What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I allowing him to speak to me like that?
I normally bit back. This was only a game, right? A game I'd never played before but I was so tempted to play along.

I moved back to his pants and I quickly pulled them down in one swift movement. The barrels of his pierced cock were straining against his underwear. I caressed his length, smoothing my lips across the fabric before I pulled them down. I inspected every long hard inch of it and I ran my tongue along the vein pulsating along its length. He throbbed against my lips and I took him into my mouth, the piercing on the end of his cock hitting my teeth.

He sighed and pushed himself further between my lips. He was so big; my lips strained to keep him in. My tongue played underneath, stroking his underside. I held him tightly, my other hand playing with his ball sac, as my lips sucked hard on the tip of his cock. His hands dug into my hair as his hips bucked forward. He bent his knees slightly and my hands dropped away. I gripped his thighs as he continued to thrust into my mouth. He was rough and fast, plunging into me so brutally that I gagged. He grinned, enjoying my discomfort. He withdrew only to slip his thumb into my mouth, easing himself in, gradually adding more of himself, until he was all the way down my throat. I gagged again and he removed himself momentarily, while he snatched the discarded red ribbon off the floor and wrapped it around my throat.

His hands clutched at my jaw, as my lips wrapped around him once again. He pushed forward slowly and I widened my mouth to accommodate his size. He stopped when he was completely buried in my mouth to the hilt. He loosened his grip on my hair and stroked my face with the ends of the red ribbon. I could smell my arousal on the satin as he moved it across my face. I sucked him harder and he growled.

Holy fuck, the sound of that growl he made was enough to make me come. Why was I feeling this way? Never had I felt so wanton or wicked. Never had I enjoyed being naked and on my knees so much, while a man fucked my mouth.

Suddenly, he withdrew and I heard the pop sound as he eased out of my mouth. I wondered why he stopped or if I had done something wrong to annoy him. He didn’t seem angry. In the next instant, his lips descended on mine, kissing me feverishly while his cock and the piercings, poked against my stomach.

In one swift movement, he picked me up, wrapping those strong arms under my legs and carried me down the corridor to the bedroom, kicking open the door.

Setting me down on the bed, a wide smile spread across his face as he unbuttoned his shirt. His stare was intent, devouring me. Tossing aside his shirt, he stood before me, just as naked as I was. I would never tire of looking at his body. It was perfection.

He leaned over and adjusted the ribbon around my neck then bent down and picked something up off the floor. It was a red sash, identical to the red ribbon, only thicker. I gasped in shock. No way. He was going to fucking tie me up? Surely not.

“Don't be scared, baby doll. You want to please me, right? Just remember your safe words.”

My body froze as I watched him coil it in his hands, and then he advanced towards me. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me down to the edge of the bed. The look in his eyes was one of steel and I almost wanted to scream out ‘doughnut’.

“It seems that you have misbehaved, Lorena.”

“What? I've done no such thing! You’re off your rocker,” I retorted, my chest heaving in anger and a touch of fear.

“I’ve been thinking about all the times you’ve disrespected me in front of the men and talked back to me. I think it's time for you to be punished.”

Oh, God
. I flinched in eager anticipation as he leaned forward. Lips meeting mine, he devoured me, giving me a kiss that was a complete contradiction to his words. Then the tender moment ended and he pulled back, his face dark again.

“Did you enjoy that? I hope so because I won’t be kissing you until I have your undivided attention and cooperation.” He grabbed my shoulder in a bruising grip and turned me around so my back was facing him.

“On your knees.”

Trembling, I moved so I was on all fours, my arse on display in front of him. He stroked his hands around my thighs and moved up and around my arse cheeks, massaging them. I had no idea of what he was going to do. I was fooling myself when I wondered why I was letting him do this to me. I knew why; I loved him and would do anything to make him happy. I reminded myself that this was what he needed from me.

I faintly heard the whisper of the sash as he raised it and connected it with my butt in a sharp, stinging blow. I screamed from the shock. It actually didn't hurt that much, but I was just pissed that he'd slap me with it.

“Remember when you came home from boarding school and you said you couldn't remember my name? You lied. You were a brat.” His hand briefly rubbed my sore arse cheek. “You still are. But you're my brat.”