Sofia’s pov
Luca’s hands were cold on my skin as he inched even higher.
Moments later, his chest was flushed against my back, mouth teasing the curve of my ear as he spoke.
“Having fun?”
Feeling giddy for a second, I bit on my bottom lip and rolled my hips, grinding over his rigid dick slowly and suppressing a whimper, and then I responded.
“Yeah, I am.”
Luca’s chuckle was dark against my ear, grip tightening even more on my thighs and rings digging into my thighs deliciously, I imagined Luca handling me the same way the girl in the scene is being handled, with so much roughness that the thought of it was enough to make me exhale shakily.
“This kind of fun is set to land subs in trouble, do you know that?” He asked as one of his fingers moved even higher, and then he parted his legs a little, which parted mine as well, creating room for him to slip one hand between my thighs more properly.
My heart was in my throat and it was almost hard for me not to crumble in self consciousness from the thought of doing something like this in a place filled with other people. Luca’s mouth moving agsinst the curve of my ear was doing a good job of distracting me just fine.
“What kind of trouble?” I found myself whispering in response, a shaky whimper falling past my lips when Luca’s thumb brushed against my clit, touch featherlight and teasing.
“The type to get your ass bruised.” Luca responded and I managed to bite back my whimper at the last moment, although I could barely control the trembling of my feet when he thumbed my clit once again.
“That doesn’t sound all that bad.” I found myself responding while trying to secretly grind against his finger to no avail.
“Oh yeah? You think so?” He murmured and I grinned as I nodded my head.
“Even though I use something else apart from my palms? Even though I decide to restrain you to the bed while doing it? Hm? And what if I decide to keep you blindfolded as well? That still doesn’t sound bad? And, if I decide to gag you as well, that still doesn’t ‘sound bad’. Right, bunny?”
As his words slid smoothly into my ear, so did a tremor began to slowly slide down my spine that I was full on whimpering by the time he was done, head falling backwards to loll against his shoulder. My hands clutched my dress tightly, biting on my lips to bite back a loud moan because in that moment, Luca had managed to tug my hand sideways, thumb sliding over my clit firmly and threatening to unravel me in only a few seconds.
“You’re still yet to give me a response. Be a good girl for me now, would you?” His breath was hot as it ghosted over my ear and I whimpered and trembled while trying to get my thoughts together.
“I- uh, it doesn’t sound bad, doesn’t sound bad at all.” I finally whispered in response, a broken moan falling past my lips when Luca pinched me clit in that moment. I knew the dom and his sub– Arya sitting beside us had undoubtedly overheard us at a certain point even though the Dom was acting clueless, meanwhile when I glanced down at Ayra while panting hard, our eyes held for a few seconds, and then she grinned knowingly.
That made an embarrassing feeling engulfed me at once, but as quick as it came, so did it disappear when Luca spoke the next moment.
“Let’s get out of here, bunny.”
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It was as if the man who had taken my virginity was completely different from the one hovering above me right now. Whereas the one three days ago had been intentional but soft and careful, this one wasn’t– this one was treating me like I was some kind of doll right now, and I loved it so much, telling from how much I had been screaming till my voice cracked. Tonight, he regarded me like I was his first prey after a really long hibernation period, and thinking about how he had manhandled me deliciously as soon as we got into the house was enough to make me whimper.
His touches had been searing and bruising on my hips, eyes gleaming dangerously when he shoved my panties into my mouth because he didn’t want to hear any silly, bratty whines from me. That had been more than enough trigger to have my brain melting into a gooey mess.
“Keep the heels on. I need them to bounce on my shoulders when I fuck you tonight.” Luca had ordered at a point when I had attempted to take them off.
But right now, he had me face down on the bed, with him positioned behind me, delivering such deep strokes that had me screaming into the sheets as my toes curled in my heels.
Luca had refused to have sex with me the night after he had taken my virginity, even though I had tried reassuring him that I was fine, but he had been adamant that I had got to still be feeling sore– and, he hadn’t been wrong, I had just been too horny.
But right now as he fucked an orgasm out of me, he flipped me around and slid back in before I could catch my breath, grip bruising on my hips as he thrusted in deep into me that I could feel him deep in my heart. His strokes were gliding over all my sensitive spots at once, stretching me out so well that I couldn’t think of anything else but him.
He filled up my senses, like he was currently filling up my insides– to the very brim.
And that was all I focused on.
Him. Luca. My husband. My Dom.
And when my third? Or the fourth orgasm finally crashed over me, it ripped a broken cry from my throat as it glided over every inch of my body with so much intensity. Luca tugged out the panties from my mouth with his teeth and instantly slotted his mouth over mine, swallowing down my moans and thumbing my clit all at once which prolonged my orgasm even more, and in that moment, I discovered a different meaning of what ‘perfection’ actually means.