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“Whose pussy is this, Sofia?”
“What?” I squeak. The question is so far beyond anything I’ve ever imagined being asked that for a second, I think he must be joking. He must be making fun of me.
His eyes meet mine, and I realize that he’s not joking. He’s deadly serious.
I swallow hard, licking my dry lips. “I—I don’t—”
“You don’t know?” Luca grabs my knees, pulling my legs apart as he kneels between them. “I should have guessed, after that little show you put on. It’s time for a lesson, then.”
“No!” I squeal, trying to squirm away from him. “You said you wouldn’t have sex with me again, you said—”
“I know what I said!” Luca’s voice booms over me, cold and commanding. “I’m not going to fuck you, Sofia. You haven’tearnedmy cock in that disobedient little pussy of yours. I fucked you on our wedding night because I thought I had no other choice. But after the way you’ve behaved, I don’t see why I should ever fuck you again.”
I stare up at him, my mind a confused tangle of emotions. That’s exactly what I’m supposed towantto hear. I should be glad to hear him say that. So why is my immediate reaction to feel hurt at his rejection? To beupsetthat he’s not going to fuck me?
No one has ever confused, infuriated, upset, or turned me on as much as Luca does. And I’m fucking married to the man. I’m hiswife, legally bound to him forever unless he agrees to let me go.
It’s a nightmare.
His hand rests on my lower abdomen, right above where I can feel myself aching,cravingtouch. Craving pleasure. Craving the kind of orgasm I gave myself last night, the orgasm I know I’m now about to pay for in spades.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he murmurs, and I hear that dark, smoky sound in his voice again, the rasp that seems to pierce me right to my core. His hand slides downwards until he’s cupping me between my legs, his palm pressed against me and the heel of his hand resting on the mound of my pussy. “And it’s not going to stop until you’ve paid for all the lies you’ve told me, Sofia. Until you tell me that you understand.”
“What—” I gasp as I feel his middle finger thrust inside of me suddenly. I twist wildly on the bed, and Luca surges forward, grabbing my wrists with his other hand as he looms over me, my pussy still clutched in his palm.
“You’re going to be still, Sofia, and take your lesson. Or do I need to find some way to tie you down completely? Strap your wrists down to the bed, spread your legs open and tie your ankles so that you can’t move?” He smiles darkly down at me. “I think I might like that. You, spread-eagled on my bed while you take your punishment.”
I swallow hard, my mouth as dry as my aching core is wet. “No,” I whisper, feeling as if I can’t breathe. “No, I’ll be still.”
“Good.” Luca leans back, a satisfied smile on his face, his finger still buried inside of me. And then, as he looks down at my naked, trembling body, he starts to move it.
It’s torture. He doesn’t touch my clit, which is practically throbbing at this point, pulsing with the desperate need for any kind of friction. He doesn’t add another finger, which would give me the fullness I so desperately crave, that feeling I was introduced to on our wedding night when he thrust inside of me for the first time. He just kneels between my legs, slowly moving that one finger in and out of my soaking wet channel as it flutters and clenches around him desperately, wanting more that he refuses to give.
It slowly dawns on me that this is what he means by punishment. He’s not going to spank me, or beat me, or hurt me in any way. He’s just going to tease me for as long as he wants, and I would bet any amount of his money that he’s not going to let me come. He’ll do this for as long as it amuses him, and then he’ll leave me wet and needy, craving something I shouldn’t want and won’t be able to have.
Luca smiles down at me. “I see that it’s starting to dawn on you. You’re a smart girl, Sofia. Which makes me wonder why you would do such a stupid thing? If you weren’t showing off for my guards, then why? What could possibly have made you so aroused that you would do something so shameless?”
He thrusts a second finger into me, and I gasp, a whimper escaping my lips as I feel my pussy clamping down on his fingers, trying to pull him deeper inside of me despite myself. I can’t stop myself from looking down, and the sight of his hand pressed between my legs sends another quiver of pleasure through me, threatening to push me closer to the edge. I wriggle despite myself, grinding against his palm. I see the ridge of his cock pressing against his trousers, thick and hard and as desperate to be set free as I am for more friction, more touch, moreanything.
What would he do if I begged him to fuck me?The thought occurs to me as the flush of heat spreads through me, my arousal rising by degrees as Luca keeps slowly fingering me. Would he pull out his cock and thrust it into me, giving me some relief? Would he fuck me until we both came? Or would he just laugh at me and refuse, continuing to tease me until I go crazy?
The latter. Definitely that.My begging would only please him more, give him even more satisfaction from this sick game that he’s playing, and I clamp my lips tightly shut, glaring up at him.I won’t beg. I won’t evenmoan. Two can play this game.
Except—as the minutes drag on, I’m not sure that I can. The pace of his fingers increases slightly, and Luca smiles as I whimper helplessly again, unable to keep myself from making any sound at all. My hips arch upwards despite myself, and Luca laughs, a dark chuckle coming from deep in his throat.
“You’resovery wet for someone who swears they don’t want me,” he taunts. “I saw how wet you were on that security tape, too, Sofia. Your pretty little pussy was so drenched I could have seen it from a mile away. And thesoundyou made when you played with yourself.” He licks his lips, looking down at me. “How did it feel when you touched your clit? Did it feel like this?”
He pulls his hand back, his fingers still inside of me as he suddenly presses his thumb against my aching clit, and I let out a yelp of pleasure before I can stop myself, a sound that fades into a long moan as he starts to rub. “Oh yes. That sound.” His expression darkens. “What were you thinking about, Sofia, that made you so wet?”
I shake my head. I won’t say it. He can’t make me, hecan’t. But I can feel the pleasure of his touch tightening my entire body, pushing me closer and closer to a climax, one that I’m certain he’s going to deny me.
“Oh—oh, fuck, I’m—” I start to gasp and moan before I can stop myself, feeling the orgasm begin to unfurl through me, and the moment the words spill from my lips, Luca yanks his hand away.
“My pussy,” he murmurs, his voice so deep and rough that it sends a bolt of lust through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Mine.”
My body clenches tightly, suddenly empty, protesting the loss of sensation of his fingers inside of me.Mine.The word sounds so firm, so final, that for a minute I have the urge to say yes, of course it’s his,I’mhis, if only he’ll let me come. If only he’ll slide his fingers inside of me, his tongue, his cock, anything he’ll give me. I can feel myself squirming on the bed, thighs clenching together with desperate need, my hands balled into fists with frustration.
I’m not his. I’m determined not to be.
But I’m not the same girl I was before, either.
