by Lola Swain
Luca sighed and slammed the door to the limo. He rested his head against the back of the seat and looked up at the ceiling. Lena glanced at him and chewed on her bottom lip as she saw his displeasure.
“I’m sorry. I just—”
Luca jumped up and grabbed Lena by the throat. He pushed her across the back seat with his weight until the back of her head slammed against the window.
“If you say I just one more time, I will throw you through this window head first, do you understand me?”
Lena clawed at Luca’s hands and stared into his eyes. He had the eyes of a wolf and Lena was terrified. Her mind raced back to the exact moment that “Cute Mitch” closed his hands around her throat and started strangling her. Her eyes darted back and forth, hoping someone would see what Luca was doing to her, hoping that someone would intervene and stop him. But just as it happened with “Cute Mitch,” there was no one to rescue Lena at that moment.
Luca eased up enough on Lena’s throat that she was able to nod and croak out a yes.
“Good,” he said and brushed a piece of Lena’s hair off of her forehead. “Now, let’s calm ourselves, okay?”
Luca stared into Lena’s eyes until her tears dried and then he released her throat. He sat back a bit, grabbed her legs and yanked her down the length of the back seat until she was flat on her back. He scrambled on top of her and held her body down with the full weight of his.
“Now, I understand first-time jitters, Lena. I really, really do,” Luca whispered as he stroked her cheek. “Hell, I was very nervous on my first mission too, but you know what I didn’t do? You may answer.”
“N-no, what?” Lena said and forced herself to stare into his eyes.
“I did not let anyone realize I was nervous. Do you understand the distinction?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. I just—”
Luca dug his fingers into Lena’s arms and lifted his chest off her body as he pinned her down to the seat.
“There it is again! There it fucking is! Enough with those words,” Luca snarled. “Do you know those I justs are going to get us tortured by the Elders? Is that what you want, you selfish little girl?”
“No!” Lena said and cried. “I’m scared.”
“Then do whatever you have to do to get brave, love. We are partners in this Auto-Da-Fé. Partners! That means everything I do, you are responsible for and everything you do, I am responsible for. I will not put my freedom on the line for anyone, do you understand me, Lena? Why did they pair me with such an amateur? All this time wasted because of this silly little girl? I won’t have it, Lena! I will not.”
Luca held Lena down with such force her arm were going numb. He grinded his lower body into hers and she felt like she was suffocating.
“Luca, I want you to know, I do not want to jeopardize your freedom. Libertas is what I want too. I promise you, it’s all I want.”
“Then get into the game. You will ruin this for us with your heart! Lex Talionis, Lena…an eye for an eye. Did you even listen to anything I told you about these people? This man, Paul, he fucks children, Lena. And he’s the worst hypocrite in the world. He uses the money he makes by framing other people to fund his own depravity. Should this man live? And the wife, well, she’s just as bad. A woman so vain she accepts the behavior of her husband, enables his behavior, just so it won’t disrupt her storybook life! Should this woman live?”
“She doesn’t know,” Lena said under her breath.
“She doesn’t…what? Of course she knows! She knows exactly what he does. She allows him to do it! Do not be stupid. Read the directive again. Lena, what do you want?”
“I want to know it’s okay. I want to know that what we are going to do is okay and that I will be okay for having done it,” Lena said and closed her eyes.
“Is that all?” Luca said as he lowered his chest back on top of Lena’s. “Lena wants to be absolved of her sins against the Kirschners? You are absolved, my child.”
Lena opened her eyes and looked at him. He had a sly smile on his face and she couldn’t help but smile back.
“Thanks,” she said as she tried to shift her body underneath Luca’s and rolled her eyes. “It’s getting a little uncomfortable here.”
“Yes, yes it seems to be. Maybe that’s what Lena wants, hmm?”
“What are you talking about?” she said.
Luca grinded his hips back and forth across Lena’s body. Lena gasped as every hard part of Luca rubbed against her. She managed to get her arms out from under him and around his body. She dug her nails into his back as Luca thrust his hips in. He was very hard and she was very, very wet. Luca looked down at Lena and bit his bottom lip as she clawed at his back.
He lowered his face toward Lena’s and brushed his lips up her cheek and pressed it against her ear.
“Do you want to get fucked?” Luca said into Lena’s ear. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Lena said and gasped.
Luca dipped his hips into her and grinded his hardness into her wetness. Every nerve ending in her body was engaged, synapses were firing left and right and she throbbed with need. She tried to spread her legs to give him more access, but her dress was so tight she could barely move.
“My dress,” Lena said and groaned, “pull it up. I want to feel more of you.”
Luca looked at her and chuckled.
“Hungry are we?” he said and kissed the top of her breasts that were spilling over the bodice of her dress.
“Starved! Now, pull it up. Please, I can’t take much more of this.”
“Will you do everything I say tonight, Lena?” Luca said as he dragged his hand down her side and reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress.
“Everything!” Lena said as she grabbed his hard ass and dug her nails into his flesh through his tuxedo pants.
“Everything?” Luca said as he inched her dress slowly up her leg.
“Yes, goddammit! Everything!”
“I want to be sure. Say it and mean it!”
Lena panted and was dizzy with frustration as Luca pulled her dress up around her waist. Her leg dropped off the side of the limo seat and she spread it as far as she could. Luca’s hips dropped down in between her legs until his hard bulge pressed directly against Lena’s pussy. He commenced with the grind; rough and fast.
“Oh my God!” Lena shrieked. “Don’t stop, Luca! Don’t you dare stop!”
Luca stopped.
Lena looked at him and pouted. She wrapped her leg around his waist and tried to thrust up against him.
Luca reached around and dug his fingertips into the back of Lena’s thigh and squeezed her leg so tight, Lena bit down on her lip to keep from screaming.
“I’m sorry, kitten,” Luca said and grinned. “You didn’t say it.”
“Jesus Christ,” Lena said as she managed to dig her heel into the back of Luca’s leg. “I said it! I will do everything you say! I will do everything you say all night!”
“That’s better,” Luca said and released his grip on Lena’s leg. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No,” Lena said and spread her leg out across the floor of the limo. “Just make sure that stays hard.”
“Never, ever a problem for me, my dear.”
Luca reached down and worked his hands in between Lena’s legs. He wriggled his fingers under her g-string and pressed his fingertips against her wet flesh. Lena tried to spread her leg so wide she thought she’d dislocate it. She didn’t care. She wanted Luca’s fingers inside her.
“Oh, Jesus, Luca! Rub me,” she said as she thrust her hips against his hands.
Luca lowered his face to Lena’s and breathed heavily into her ear.
“Baby, you are so wet,” he said. “So fucking wet.”
“Yes!” Lena said as she arched her back. “You did this to me. You make me this way.”
“I want to taste you,” Luca said.
“Yes, please! Do whatever you want to me!”
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As Luca slid down Lena’s body, Lena clutched at her chest and tried to deepen her breathing.
“I’m going to pass out if you don’t finish me, Luca. I cannot take this pain.”
“Sit up a little,” Luca said as he rested the side of his face against the inside of her thigh. “I want you to watch me.”
Luca looked up at Lena and winked. She sat up a bit and rested her back against the door.
“I’m watching you,” Lena said as she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m waiting.”
Luca lowered his face back down on the inside of Lena’s thigh and nibbled on her soft flesh. He brushed his face against the outside of her panties and grabbed the waistband of her g-string between his teeth. He dragged her panties down toward her legs and looked up at her.
Lena had never seen anything as beautiful as that in her life.
“Amazing, you are,” Lena said. “Absolutely amazing.”
Luca looked down at Lena’s exposed skin and smiled.
“Wet, you are,” Luca said as he ran his lips across her skin. “Absolutely soaking wet.”
“Lick me,” Lena said as she wiggled her hips back and forth across Luca’s full lips.
Luca stuck his tongue out as far as he could and pressed the tip against Lena’s anus. He dragged his tongue up and past the opening to her vagina, in between the wet folds and rested his tongue against her throbbing clit and pressed.
Lena cried out as she swayed her hips from side to side so Luca’s tongue grinded against her clit.
“Oh, yes!” Lena said as she clawed at her breasts through her dress. “That feels so good!”
Luca looked up at her and licked his lips.
“It tastes so good, love,” he said and smiled. “Just like honey. Would you like to feel something even better?”
“Anything! You can do anything, I will say anything, just do not stop until I cum!”
“Oh, my,” Luca said and laughed, “anything sounds lovely. For now, pull up on your hood. Make that clit pop all the way out.”
Lena did as she was told and Luca looked down and smiled.
“And there it is,” Luca said as he ran his fingertips up and down her vagina. “You should see how red and swollen it is.”
“I don’t need to see it,” Lena said and thrust her hips toward Luca’s face, “I can feel it!”
Luca pressed his fingers down on either side of her clitoris and flicked his tongue back and forth around the tip. Lena’s stomach muscles tightened and her arms and legs trembled as she watched Luca licking her. Luca looked up at her and ran his tongue around his lips.
“Like going to heaven. You know, this was something I was quite famous for in Italy. The ladies would come from everywhere and I was very good.”
“Really?” Lena said and tried to push Luca’s head back down between her legs. “Well, finish the job and I’ll let you know what I think. Come on, let’s go!”
“Not so fast. I am telling you a story.”
“Dammit! You said that we had to hurry. That there was a line of limos behind us!”
“That’s when you didn’t want to get out of the car and I did. Now, I take my time. May I continue?”
“Yes,” Lena said and sighed. “Please, continue.”
“Thank you. Very rude, your interruptions, by the way. Okay, as I said, I was very good at this, but I was getting bored. You know, doing the same thing, same motions and movements. I wanted to make it special. So, I visited with my friend Mariella one day. She was the most beautiful and popular puttana in Rome and she—”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but your friend…a what?”
“Mariella? Puttana…a hooker.”
“Of course,” Lena said and rolled her eyes. “Please continue.”
“So Mariella allowed me, quite happily and for no charge, mind you, to show her my technique. You know, help me shake things up.”
“Yes, yes, I get it. You went down on the hook—puttana—and she didn’t charge you. Please, Luca, cut to the chase.”
“Stop interrupting me, kitten. You Americans have no manners! So, Mariella was very, very pleased with my technique. I gave her a lot of pleasure that afternoon, but she stopped me right before the finish and showed me what to do.”
Luca pushed Lena’s leg further apart with his elbow and kissed her clit. Lena arched her back and her leg shook.
“There, there, my darling,” Luca said. “When I began, Mariella screamed as if I was murdering her and it’s such a little thing…such a lovely little thing to do.”
Luca parted his lips and sucked the tip of Lena’s clit into his hot, wet mouth. He circled the tip of his tongue around the base of her clit and closed his lips around her.
“Oh, Jesus!” Lena said as Luca began sucking on her clit. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”
Lena felt like the seat of the limousine dropped away from her body and that the only thing that kept her from falling into the imaginary depths was Luca’s mouth. He sucked on her as if he was sucking all of the juice out of a strawberry. Short, hard bursts that caused an explosion at the base of her spine. As the tendrils wrapped around her waist and she felt that she may blast through the top of the limousine, Luca worked two fingers into her wet pussy and pressed up toward the ceiling.
Lena screamed as if Luca was murdering her and she grabbed the back of his head and pressed him down into her as she came.
“Holy fuck!” Lena cried.
Luca gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was too sensitive to stand his mouth on her any longer.
“Stop, please!” Lena said. “I’m begging you, Luca. I can’t take anymore!”
Luca took his mouth off Lena and sat up as he removed his fingers from her. He stared at her and put his fingers into his mouth and smiled.
“So sweet,” he said. “You enjoyed, no?”
Lena laughed as she looked at the man who gave her more pleasure than all of her lovers.
“Yes, I most definitely enjoyed that.”
“Good. Now, fix yourself. We have to go in.”
Luca handed Lena her purse and she sat up and opened her compact. She reapplied her lipstick and tried to smooth her hair.
“Good lord, I look like I’ve been fucked for hours!”
“Not yet,” Luca said and pulled Lena’s panties down her legs and tossed them under the seat. “Just leave these…you won’t need them.”
“Classy,” Lena said as she raised her hips and eased her dress back where it belonged.
Luca turned and stared at Lena. She looked beautiful, he thought. He was happy he was able to give her such pleasure, but he would never tell her. Though he still had a bit of apprehension about her as his partner on this mission, he didn’t hesitate to think about how much he enjoyed pleasing her sexually. And she aroused him more than he could remember any woman arousing him. But he would never tell her that either.
“Your…fix it,” Luca said as he pointed to Lena’s earring. “It’s falling out.”
Lena pushed the clasp of her diamond stud against her ear as Luca opened the door to the limo.
“How do I look?” Lena said as Luca stepped out of the limousine.
Luca popped his head back into the limo and stared at her. He didn’t want her to know, but he feared his eyes may betray him so he planned a quick compliment.
“You’ll do,” he said and turned around.
Lena knew the truth as she eased out of the back of the car. She saw how he felt in his eyes.
Paul Kirschner reveled in the enjoyable and silent ride over to the Governor’s Ball. He looked over at his wife and she held the same angry expression on her face as she had since he and his driver picked her up. He knew as she got into the back of the car that there was something bothering her. He didn’t much care at that time and lost himself in the silence of the drive over to the Met.
Paul was tired, yet felt exuberant. After the fight with Katy, he called his special escort service, the one where they didn�
�t bother with the age of consent laws, and ordered two very young, very frightened girls from Holland to meet him at the suite he kept at the Hilton Towers. He had three bellmen at the hotel on his special payroll and he made sure his especially grateful employee Benton was working that day.
And did Paul ever need Benton’s help when he was done with the girls. After alternating between invading all the holes on each girl’s body with whatever was at the ready and torturing the girls with whips and electrodes for four hours, Benton had to carry the poor souls out of the service entrance to the hotel and push them into a cab.
He dressed in his most stylish tuxedo at the hotel and called for his car to fetch him. He phone Katy when they were on their way to the apartment. Her tone was flat, she sounded like she didn’t want to go, but Paul could care less. This was a very important occasion. He would have the governor’s ear at the ball and that was an extremely important benefit to Paul’s rising career. He would not allow Katy and her invisible problems to embarrass him by causing him to arrive solo.
It was a shame, Paul thought as he peered at his wife, made ugly by the scowl on her face. They always had the best escorts at the Governor’s Ball and he wouldn’t be able to indulge in any of them. His anger toward Katy intensified as he saw her eyes were tearing and he thought of the prime ass he’d have to pass up.
“What the fuck is the problem?” Paul said as he reached over and pinched Katy’s arm. “Hey, wake up!”
Katy turned away from Paul and stared out the window. She thought of the box of pictures she found and wanted to rip his heart out with her hands. But she knew she would not. She knew she wouldn’t even say anything to Paul. Katy knew if she confronted Paul with the photographs, he’d be out the door before she shoved the first picture in his face. He would leave her and then she would be alone and humiliated. And even the fact she knew that her husband, the special prosecutor in charge of the Public Integrity Bureau for New York, was carrying on with young girls and boys, it was not enough to risk being left by Paul.
“I’m awake,” Katy said. “I’m just tired. I told you, I have a headache.”
“Well, you best snap out of that headache, Katy,” Paul said as they pulled into the car line at the Met. “We are here. I want to see nothing but smiles on your face all night, do you understand?”