Chapter 37
By the time she reached ten, her breath came in jagged bursts, her chest rising and falling with the exertion and the fire that still lingered across her skin. She sagged slightly against the bench, relief mingling with a dissonant thrill, a part of her warring with the other.
She hated him, and yet… a small, treacherous part of her couldn’t deny the pull of this man who was at once danger and obsession.
He dropped the whip and moved to one of the desks that lined the room. The metal can of soothing cream caught the dim light. He knelt behind her. When he pressed a kiss to her reddened skin, her breath caught.
“You have the most beautiful skin.” He sighed against her. Vee’s mind flitted between anger and shame. The awareness that he wanted her, desired her, and that he had to hold himself back until she truly chose—stirred a conflicted warmth in her.
He opened the can, scooped out the cream, and his hands returned to her. His fingers massaged her raw flesh. She shivered, body betraying her in ways her mind resisted acknowledging. His fingers traced patterns, caressing without taking, teasing without violating, and she felt herself caught in a tangle of fear and desire.
“I want to slide this underwear down, Bambola. You have no idea p>
Her stomach fluttered. She pressed her thighs together reflexively.
“You torture me with every word out of your mouth. When you eventually let me, I’m going to fuck your mouth and fill it with my cum p>
“I’m not going to.” She said it firmly, stubbornness etched into every syllable.
He smiled, a predator enjoying the contradiction in front of him. Her lips said one thing, her body said another, and Luca knew it instantly. He moved. His fingers brushed over the objects laid out there until he selected a small vibrator.
He uncuffed one of her hands, letting her exercise the sudden freedom. “I hear what you don’t say, Vee,” he murmured.
“You hear what you want to hear,” she shot back, the edge in her voice masking the tremor of anticipation she couldn’t quite hide.
He turned the vibrator on. He pressed it lightly into her hand, letting her feel the vibration hum through her fingers. “Use this. It will help you cum,” he said.
“I don’t want it,” she said. Her pride fought hard against the undeniable pull in her body.
“You either do it, or I do it for you,” he countered.
Vee’s hand tightened instinctively around the device. Her hand moved, directing it between her legs, over the thin barrier of her still-on underwear. She gasped sharply as the contact made her body tremble, a delicious torment she both resisted and craved.
The sensation was overwhelming, her pride screaming to stop, yet her body betraying her in the most exquisite way.
“Do you want me to take off your underwear for you?” His eyes were watching every tiny movement, every shiver, every gasp. He knew she wanted it, even as she refused to admit it.
Vee hesitated. Yes, she wanted more, she needed more—every nerve in her body screamed for it—but the idea of Luca standing there, so close, seeing all of her, exposed and trembling, made her chest tighten with shame. The heat pooling between her legs didn’t help; the dampness was a betrayal she didn’t want him to revel in.
She wasn’t ready—not fully—to give him that satisfaction, to let him see just how undone he made her.
He noticed the hesitation immediately. Luca’s brows lifted ever so slightly. “Suit yourself. But you will cum before we leave here, sweetie,” he said, leaning back slightly on the sofa, his eyes never leaving her.
“Why does it matter to you that I do?” she asked.
Luca’s lips quirked. “Because…I’m the perfect lover.” The confidence in his voice, the pride, the challenge—it was infuriating, intoxicating, maddening all at once. “I’ll know if you fake it,” he added smugly, daring her to try.
Vee couldn’t help herself. She stuck her tongue out at him. He chuckled softly. “You’re something, you know that p>
“Would you not watch me?” she asked.
“I’m watching, love. You watched me today too.” The memory made her blood boil.
“I wasn’t in the same room!” she snapped.
“I’m watching, Bambola,” he said, steady, low, commanding. “I said I wasn’t going to force you—but I am definitely going to do everything else p>
Vee adjusted the vibrator, letting it press firmly against her clit again. Every slide, every hum of the motor sent a shiver up her spine, igniting a heat she could no longer pretend to resist. She pressed her hips forward subtly, searching for the angle that would bring the kind of release her body craved, but the cuffs on one wrist held her back, keeping her pinned.
The half-layer of her underwear dulled the sensation, making her ache for more pressure, more contact, more… everything.
A quiet moan escaped her lips, despite her insistence that she remain stoic, controlled. It drew a response from Luca. He grunted low in his throat, the movement of his hips betraying the hard length straining against the fabric of his pants. His fingers absently patted the bulge. She caught the twitch in his eyes, the quick hitch of his breath.
She was turning him on.
Her thighs were beginning to tremble, muscles unable to sustain the awkward, exposed position any longer. One hand remained trapped above her head, cuffed to the bench, and she couldn’t shift it. The other hand moved with desperation, guiding the vibrator with a determination born of raw need.
She knew she could go over the edge soon—if only someone would give her the right pressure, the right push—but she would be damned if she asked Luca to do it for her.
With a glint of mischief in her eye, she adjusted herself slightly and leaned into the challenge she knew he couldn’t resist. “You know you want to touch yourself, Luca,” she said.