Chapter 2: What Do You Want From Me?
Chapter 2: What Do You Want From Me?
Abigail
It didn't take long for us to get to somewhere private. Luciano was composed but as soon as the door of the hotel room closed, I saw the shift in his eyes and the diminishing of all restraints. He smirked at me, locking the door before testing it. His tattooed fingers lingered on the handle for a few seconds and then he approached me.
My pulse quickened, thrumming my heart against my ribcage. We were alone and I felt like I had entered a cage with the man who had the power to do anything he wanted. The both of us were locked in a room on the highest floor of a prestigious hotel. It was beautiful, elegant and the perfect place for me to unleash my inner whore. Even in my heels, he towered over me. He was bigger than me and stronger, his muscles strained underneath his shirt, tensing whenever he moved. He reached for me, standing a few inches away with that predatory gaze traveling down my body. He was close enough for me to feel the heat emitting from him.
I made the mistake of taking an apprehensive step back. He chuckled, leaning his head to the side to observe me.
“Scared?” He asked and I scoffed.
“No,” I shook my head.
He took another step forward but I didn't move this time. I wasn't going to be intimidated by a man, not even by Jim who looked like he could split me in half. In the light of the hotel room, I could see him clearer. Eyes dark enough to appear black, carefully crafted lips and a perfect smile. It messes with me that he was so diabolically beautiful.
“Good,” he said and I felt like I could see right through me.
My nerves were still messing with me but I refused to let it stop me from getting what I wanted and I wanted him. He walked forward, backing me into the wall. He breathed out a sigh, resting his palm on the wall next to my head, his height forced my neck to stretch taut as I maintained eye contact with him. He dropped to my cleavage and the way he looked at me had my pussy aching between my legs. I could see lust and he didn't bother hiding it.
“You are a very beautiful woman, Abigail.” He whispered, his breath fanning my skin because of his proximity.
The praise almost made me fucking moan. He ran his hand down my arm, taking my hand in his and I wasn't expecting him to turn me around. My front met the wall and then something hard was pressing into my ass, I shuddered, clenching my thighs together to relieve the annoying ache he had given me.
“Keep those legs open,” he warned and then he bit my earlobe.
I couldn't stop the shudder racking through me, I disregarded his demands and chose to grind my ass into his hard erection. He was snuggled up between my thighs, big and prominent and I liked that I had that effect on him. The friction had icy chills dancing on my skin and my lips parted, needing more than what he was giving me. He pressed himself deeper until there was nothing separating us except our clothes.
“Or what?” I challenged, earning a throaty groan from him.
The sound was deep, forcing my eyes to flutter close and I imagined all the sound he would make when I fucked him. He chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck.
“What is your safe word?” he asked.
What? Safe word? Do we need a safe word? On my goodness, what is he going to do to me?
“I can choose for you if you don't mind.” He offered, laying open mouth kisses on my skin and I nodded.
“Something simple like watermelon, because I want to lick you.” He whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn't be too hard to remember.
“That will work.” I breathed.
He grunted, reaching his hand around me to cup my pussy in his palm. My tight dressed strained against my thighs, hitching up to my waist to reveal my underwear. It was red lacy and uncomfortable as fuck. I wanted them off immediately. The heel of his hand grinded into my clit, forcing a moan out of me and my knees almost buckled, the intensity of it catching me off guard. My breathing get heavier, the feel of him rolling his hand with precision made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I always had an overly sensitive clit and right now, I relished in it and when his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth.
“You are so wet, Abigail.” He whispered softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck.
He was the one touching me but he sounded just as affected as I was. His fingers slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked, I liked how that looked.
The tip of his fingers dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Without so much as a warning, a finger was plunged into me and I gasped, tensing at the sudden intrusion. But he was relentless, adding another finger before I could adjust to the first one. With his fingers inside me, his palm against my clit and lips on my skin, my senses were beginning to feel overwhelmed. I choked air, letting my hips move because I wanted more.
“Grinding on my hand.” He said and laughed, a deep and baritone chuckle that had my pussy clenching around his fingers.
“You like that, don't you?” He grunted, thrusting into me with enough force to have my body hitching on the wall.
Gosh, his fingers feel so good. He slid his hand over my back before finding my hair in his fist. He pulled my hair back, forcing me to look at him.
“Shit,” I breathed, rolling my hips on his fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of me. He pushed my panties down my legs, stretching it around my ankles and heels.
He never stopped kissing me whether it was my neck or shoulder and his lips never left me. I pressed my forehead against the wall, enjoying how good he was making me feel, more than I would like to admit.
“Tell me that feels good, Abigail.” His voice was hardly above a whisper.
He grabbed my ass, giving me a harsh slap when I didn't answer him. I gasped, my skin stinging but the pain of it resonated through me and morphed into a pleasure I had never felt before. He groaned and the sound of it had my pussy clenching around him repeatedly, wanting something more than just his fingers.
“I want to hear it from you.” He said and I swallowed hard.
He slid his fingers out of me, taking the opportunity to extend my approaching orgasm. He used two fingers to separate my folds, opening me wide. I was wet and I could feel it dripping down my thighs. I wanted to fúck him so badly.
“That feels good,” I barely recognized my own voice.
I was desperate, on the brink of an orgasm he wasn't letting me have. My pussy yearned for a release, for anything. He teased me, spreading my juice around but missing all the good fucking spot. I moaned, moving my hips in an attempt to guide his fingers into me but he didn't let me.
“Luciano, please. That feels so good.” I murmured and that seemed to be what he sought.
He wanted me to beg for him, let him know how much I wanted him and I didn't care.
“Good girl,” he said softly, peppering wet kisses along my neck.
Gosh, I had never been praised like that and it was foreign but I liked it a lot. He spun me around, not giving me time to react before his mouth was on mine once again. He kissed me hard, slimming his tongue across my bottom lip and caught it between his teeth. The kiss was rough and painful but I couldn't stop. His tongue wrapped around mine, sucking on it while my body quivered from the intensity of it. I could cum just like that, feeling his dick against my stomach with his lips on mine. I opened my mouth, grabbing his head to deepen the kiss and his moan told me he enjoyed that.
His hands reached around me, grasping my ass to lift me. He moved and my back met the king size mattress in the corner of the room, the sheets silky and cold and it relieved my flushed skin. He hovered over me, covering every part of my body with his large frame. The chain around his neck had escaped the captivity of his shirt now dangling freely.
He is so fucking hot, the way he looked at me, his eyes translating his lust and it showed me that there was no going back and I spread my legs to convey that message. His hands roamed my body, paying attention to every crevice and I enjoyed how touchy it was. His mouth never left mine as he spoke.
“What do you want from me?” He asked.
Everything, that was the correct answer to that question. I pushed at his shoulder, giving him one last peck.
“On your knees, Luciano.” I breathed.