“Where the fuck…” Luca untied my strings and let the gown fall open, exposing my heaving breasts. “—do you think you’re going?” Luca stared at my breasts hungrily, and I felt my knees buckle.
Realising I was quickly losing resilience, I took a deep breath. “You can’t tell me what to do. I still have a business to run.”
“Yes—a business that is being taken care of in your absence. You’re not needed for now. Besides, you are my fucking business, and when I tell you not to run, you don’t fucking run, Capisce?”
Shaking my head and smiling, I said, “No-ah. I no Capisce, Luca. I don’t want to do-ah what you want me to do. I am not a child-ah.” I smirked at my impression of an Italian accent. I think I even saw a hint of a smile in Luca. It wasn’t long before the heated, stern look in his eye was back.
“Stop jerking around. It’s not funny. You went downstairs in that fucking gown when I specifically told you not to. Not only that, but most of my fucking men now know what you look like naked. Especially Alessandro! I’m going to have to sack them all and bring some new guys in. Blind ones!”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I should have been angry, but Luca’s overly-possessive jealous streak was somehow highly amusing.
“Stop laughing.” Luca grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed. I threw my head back and I moaned in pleasure.
Leaning down towards my nipples and suckling them, Luca said, “You. Do. As. You’re. Fucking. Told!”
Knowing full well he was trying to get me to relent, I held on to as much composure as I could muster. “No,” I whispered, but it was a token effort.
Rising up, Luca grabbed the back of my head and pulled me possessively to his mouth. Soon, his tongue was exploring with mine, causing us both to moan and writhe in pleasure.
Placing a finger inside me, he grunted. “You will never disobey me like that again. Do you hear me?” All I did was moan and let my body ride the waves of pleasure.
When he didn’t get an answer, he grabbed one of my breasts and flicked his thumb over my nipple. “Clara, do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I shouted without thinking. God I hated this man. How dare he make me say these things under his sweet brand of Luca torture? All he had to do was touch me, and I was gone.
Picking me up, Luca carried me towards the dining table and rid me of my robe. It wasn’t long before Luca had his trousers off, and before I knew it, he was possessing me with that mouth again. Longing to feel him, I grabbed his cock and stroked along his shaft. Pretty soon, Luca had a grip of my arm. “I tell you when you can touch me.”
Searing heat from his eyes melted my whole body as I quivered. Not wanting to let him get away with his stern words, I hit him… I smacked him right across the face.
Luca growled and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped. “You hit me like that again, and I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight.” Thrusting himself inside me again, he grabbed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked.
I moaned, throwing my head back. Moving fast, Luca started his torrent of words. “You’re mine, and no one else’s. No one gets to see this body but me. Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I screamed, unable to hide my desire.
With each thrust, Luca’s words were sounding more and more heated and strained. “No one gets to taste you, no one gets to kiss you, and no one gets to even look at you but me. Do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I screamed again as he pounded and pounded into me against the dining table. I thought I was going to pass out soon; the intensity of what he was doing was too all-consuming.
“Am I refreshing your memory, Clara? Are you getting a good fucking recollection of what I’m trying to say?”
“Yes!”
“Do you like me reminding you of whom you belong to? Do you like me fucking you hard until you can’t stand it anymore?”
“Yes. Oh fuck, yes!”
Manoeuvring his hand down, he lightly pinched my clit. I cried out in pure, unadulterated bliss. “Luca!”
“Do you like it when I make you come so hard your body feels like it’s going to explode?”
“Yes!”
Picking up his pace, Luca shouted, “Who do you belong to, Clara? Who?”
“You, Luca! I fucking belong to you!”
Not knowing whether I would be able to stand the pressure anymore, I was suddenly there. Luca could feel it too as his pace grew even quicker and harsher. The more he pounded into me, the more violent the build-up became. I was at the very tip of my orgasm, and I knew it was going to be like no other before it.
Squeezing my nipple, Luca shouted, “Now, Clara. Now!”