Bend Me, Daddy

A needy cry escaped from me as he held me right on the brink of an orgasm, but wouldn't allow me to go over. Instead, he brought me to the edge over and over until I was cursing at him and begging him in equal measures, my muscles trembling and my clit swollen and sensitive.

Finally, he brought me there again. "Yes, Luca, please," I begged him. My blood roared in my ears and my womb clenched hard, the mix of pain and pleasure almost too much to bear. But he pulled away, dropping light kisses on my thighs. "Luca..." His name came out as a hoarse cry. If I could've hit him, I would have.

"What's the matter, amore? According to you, I'm just a body. No better or worse than a fucking vibrator," he told me. "So why are you crying my name?"

I stared down at him, my emotions so all over the place I was about to burst into tears again. "What?" I squirmed in the chair as much as I could, trying to ease the needs of my body and not even caring anymore that he saw how desperate I

was.

He stood up, pulling out his phone, and my eyes dropped to his cock, thick and hard and straining at the confines of his pants. I wet my lips. But when I looked at his face, his eyes were cold and hard. "Should I call one of my men to finish you off? Tito, maybe? He's quite popular with the ladies, from what I understand." Looking down at his phone, he started tapping at the screen to pull up a number.

"What are you doing?" Horror filled me as he put the phone to his ear. I could hear it ringing.

"I'm testing your theory," he responded. "However, I don't have a vibrator handy. Unless you happened to bring one from your apartment? No?"

"Luca, stop."

He speared me with cold, blue eyes. "Why?"

I just stared at him and pressed my lips together, even though my body was screaming at me to say it! Just say it! But my pride wouldn't let me. Tears welled up and rolled down my face.

"Tell me why, Veda."

"Because..." The phone was still ringing. Maybe he wouldn't pick up.

"Because why?" Cell still to his ear, he shrugged off his shirt, switching hands to get the other sleeve off. My eyes fell back to his cock as he started undoing his pants with one hand. They hung on his lean hips, fly open, when I realized I was leaning forward, my eyes on the head of his cock poking out of the top of his boxer briefs.

"Veda." His voice was low and commanding.

My eyes flicked up to his without conscious thought. I drew back when I saw the turmoil within them through my tears. The anger. The raw need tensing his jaw.

"Tell. Me. Why."

"Because I want you," I whispered.

The cell phone fell to the floor as Luca dropped back down to his haunches and started tugging at the scarves around my ankles as I struggled against the ones binding my wrists. As soon as my legs were free, he undid my wrists and dragged me into his arms as he fell back against the hard floor, taking the brunt of the fall.

"Luca..." My concern was cut short as he took my hips and pulled me up his body until my legs were spread wide on either side of his head. I cried out as soon as his mouth was on me, my orgasm hitting me so hard and fast it knocked the air from my lungs, and I fell forward, barely catching myself on my hands before I bashed my face into the floor.

My head was still spinning when he moved me down his body and then he was inside of me, his cock thick and hard as my body still pulsed around him. Wrapping his arms around me with his hands gripping my shoulders, he bent his knees and jacked his hips, fucking me so hard if he hadn't been holding on, I would've went flying into the wall behind him. I lay across his body, unable to do anything but bury my face in his neck and hang on as he wrapped one hand in my hair and buried himself so deep inside of me, I swear I felt him in my womb. With a shout, his hips bucked, and I felt the warmth of his come with each pulse of his cock.

When it was over, I tried to get up, but he tightened his hold on me. "You're mine," he growled in my ear. "And if you ever let another man lay one fucking finger on you, I'll skin him alive. Do you comprendere, Veda?"

"Yes." God, I was a sick, twisted bitch. Because his words brought a little smile to my face. Not that I ever actually wanted someone to get hurt because of me, but just because I'd never had anyone in my life be so possessive over my company. It made me feel wanted. Needed. It made me feel special. And I liked it.

"I'm not fucking around," he warned me. "I will fucking kill him without blinking."

"I know."

He quieted, one hand rubbing circles on my back. "Are you hungry?" he finally asked. "Yeah."

He sat up, taking my weight with him like it was nothing. His eyes fell to the "M" on my chest, his expression contemplative. Lifting his hand, he traced it with one finger. "This, right here," he said. "This is not my brother's claim. This is for Morelli. Luca Morelli. Not Mario." He pressed his lips to the center, then raised his eyes to mine. "Okay?"

"Okay," I whispered.

"Come on. I'll heat up your dinner."

I got to my feet, and he followed. Without even fixing his clothes, he took my plate into the kitchen, and I cleaned up as best I could with my napkin before I fixed my dress and sat down in the chair I'd just been released from, wondering what kind of deal I'd just agreed to with this devil.