I looked up at the clock and it was already noon, half the day had passed, and I still had things to do! Bringing back up a search online, I discovered classical music. I honestly thought I’d hate listening to songs without lyrics, but there was a soothing, and passionate excitement in the instruments that needed no enhancement. Without even meaning to, I lost myself in another new world.
Forcing myself to turn away from that pleasure to a cooking website made me groan. I was a complete failure in the kitchen, to the point that I was pretty sure I couldn’t boil water, without it turning into a mess. I decided a slow cooker meal would be the easiest to put together and found a simple recipe for a beef soup. Luca’s refrigerator and cupboards were packed with supplies, which I found somewhat comical. He was so in shape, I couldn’t imagine him eating high carbs ever, but there were plenty to be found.
Following the recipe, I left the soup to do its thing, and realized I’d finished every task on that list, except the online college. I knew Luca had said not to rush, but deciding what I wanted to do for the rest of my life would probably take a year. Returning to the computer, I searched online degrees and knew that the task would be even harder than I thought.
There was a degree for almost anything a person could think of. Way too much to think about. My mind was already overwhelmed with all the new daily tasks that I decided to put this one off until later. Looking up things more along the lines of my new relationship was much more fun, if not a little daunting. I felt compelled to look up some of those things I hadn’t been made aware of until Luca’s contract.
I found a video link to fisting, and I wasn’t sure if I was completely disgusted or intrigued that a man could use his hand to fuck a woman that way. It had to be extremely painful. The woman would have to be, for lack of a better word, loose to allow the width of a fist to be inserted inside her. Watching the couple I worried that I might need my head checked because my panties grew damp. Watching in morbid fascination, the woman’s mewls of pleasure seemed to turn me on even more. Maybe I couldn’t accept Luca’s hand that way, but the thought of trying wasn’t nearly as disturbing as it should have been.
Now I was completely turned on and shut down the computer, not sure what to do about it. Luca had told me I couldn’t come without permission. That was when he was with me, though, right? He hadn’t told me I couldn’t self-pleasure, so technically I wouldn’t be cheating if I enjoyed myself a little.
I’d dressed after my shower, since Luca wasn’t here and there was no one to be naked for. Walking back into the bedroom, I slipped off my yoga pants and underwear, then rummaged through the special drawers I’d found in the walk in closet with all his toys. The thought of playing by myself was something I’d never considered before, but I also didn’t have all these enticing little toys at my disposal, either.
Pulling out one of the smaller vibrators, I climbed into his bed, and spread my legs wide. It felt so naughty to be doing this, but in an exciting way. Closing my eyes, I pictured that couple on the internet again, and turned on the vibration. Rubbing it over my clit, I moaned in pleasure, my sex already wet from what I’d witnessed.
Experimenting, I slowly inched the toy inside and discovered that self-pleasure could be almost as much fun as with a partner. I controlled the movements, and the rhythm of the penetration. Who knew my body better than myself? It took a little longer to find fulfillment with the vibrator than it would have with Luca, but the sensation? It was incredible. Bathing in that after feeling of release, I felt completely drained.
When I came down from that pleasurable high, I wanted to find it again, so I did. I was learning my body for the first time in my life, and discovering what I’d been missing all those years of being so introverted. Laughing softly I slid from the bed, cleaning up the aftermath of my play. It was such a freeing sensation to know I could find paradise on my own.
For the rest of the afternoon, I busied myself with reading, listening to music, and just waiting for Luca to return home. I was actually surprised I had the extra time in the day. When I’d first looked at his list I assumed every hour would be taken up. I was more than happy when he walked through the front door.
I’d pulled on my pants after my earlier fun, and he glanced over me with confusion in his eyes. “Did you just get back?”
“No Sir, I’ve been home a few hours.” Smiling warmly, it slowly slid away as the fire filled his gaze.
“Did you forget that when you’re here I expect you to be undressed?” He put his briefcase inside the closet and quickly turned back to me.
“No, Sir. I just assumed when you weren’t here there was no reason to be naked?” Okay, I’d obviously not read between the lines on that one. I hoped he wasn’t too angry with me.
“I should have been clearer. From now on I expect you to be undressed regardless of whether I’m here or not, understood? Get out of those clothes and come back to me.” His eyes lost some of that intensity and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.” I quickly walked backed to the bedroom and undressed, not wanting to disappoint him, and then returned.
“So tell me about your day.” His smile was back in place, and I flushed deeply remembering what I’d done in his bedroom. Confusion filled his glance.
“I finished all the tasks on the list, except the college one which you said I could take my time on. I really have no idea what to pursue there? Oh! I made beef soup, I hope its eatable, Sir.” Taking my mind off my earlier pleasure, I hoped he was pleased by all my hard work.
“I can’t wait to try it. How did it go with David?”
“He’s a perfectionist, Sir, but I think after a week my legs won’t be on fire again.” I grinned, still sore from that earlier workout.
“That he is, but he’ll have you in perfect shape in no time. Let’s eat, and then you can tell me about the rest of your day.”
I served us both a bowl of soup and we sat down at the breakfast bar together. To my credit the meal wasn’t half bad, and it definitely filled a hole in your gut. “Good job. I knew you could do this.” He pushed his bowl back, and I’d eaten my fill so I washed out our bowls and spoons, placing them in the dishwasher. “Now tell me what else you did today.”
I went on to explain about the book and music, and couldn’t not talk about the fisting video I’d watched. “I honestly don’t think my body is capable of taking you that way, Sir.”
“You’d be amazed at how the female organ stretches. Tell me how it made you feel to watch it? Honestly.” We’d moved over to the couch to sit, and he was staring at me intently.
“At first, I thought it was sort of disgusting, Sir. But then as the woman got into it, well, I guess it turned me on.” That wasn’t being exactly honest, it turned me on to the point that I’d had fun with the toys.
“You guess? Did your pussy get wet as you watched his fist slide inside her?”
“Yes, Sir.” I bit my lip, knowing that I couldn’t lie to him no matter how much I wanted to in that moment.
“Did you squirm with the thought of being penetrated so deeply?” His eyes were so intent on mine that I shivered, and felt the dampness seep again.
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled the words, fidgeting at the desire that was building from our talk.
“Did you touch yourself?” His tone had deepened, and I again I wanted to deny the truth.
“Yes, Sir.” Lowering my eyes, my cheeks heated and I knew he’d already known I’d self-pleasured.
“Did you come?” I knew I was in trouble the minute his hands moved to his tie, loosening it. I’m not sure how that single motion alerted me that I’d crossed some line, but it definitely did.
“Yes, Sir.” I felt like an automated object as I repeated the same phrase over and over.
“With your fingers?”
“No, Sir.” I was barely whispering by this point.
“Go get me the toy you used, and bring it back here.” When I hesitated he muttered one word to spring
me into action. “Now.”
Scrambling to my feet, I walked backed to his closet and pulled out the pink vibrator. Rushing back I stood in front of him, holding it out. “Oh no, sweet girl, you don’t get off that easily. Forgetting to remove your clothing was one thing, coming when I expressly forbade it another.”
He stood up and motioned to the couch. “On your back, legs spread wide, I want you to show me how you pleasured yourself.”
There is nothing pleasing about this, I thought as I rested one of my legs over the top of the couch, the other on the floor and turned on the vibrator. With shaking hands I brought it against my clit, rubbing softly, hoping he wouldn’t make me take this further.
I wasn’t exactly afraid of him in that moment, but my stomach was filled with butterflies. My sex was already drenched and I understood it was that adrenaline of him watching the action along with the thought of disappointing him that brought on that reaction.
“Fuck yourself with it.” My eyes flew to his, shocked at the vehemence in his words. Without a second thought I slid the toy in and out, never once breaking eye contact. The thought of what I was doing with him looking on making me even hornier than I had been after watching that video. “You have my permission to come.”
I wasn’t sure I could. It felt incredible, riding my body with that toy, but I also knew he was upset. It was a mind fuck in the worst way. “Keep going, I’ll be back in a moment.” He walked away and just the idea of him not looking on, gave me the ability to fall over the edge. Of course, he returned in that exact moment.
“Take it out.”
I inched the toy out of my clenching folds, and he sat between my spread legs. He covered his hand in lubricant. I had no doubt what he was about to do. My heart fell into my stomach. “Sir?” If this was punishment for me finding release without him, I didn’t know if I was up to accepting it.
“You will trust me on this. I won’t take this any further than you can go, and it’s not a punishment. That will come later.” He slid one finger into my soaked pussy and after my orgasm it wasn’t that difficult.
Then he added another, and I was shocked when the third entered me that it still wasn’t painful. The lube helped things along, but my sex was also relaxed and wet. The fourth was startling, but when he began sliding those digits in and out, my body accepted him even though it was a very tight fit.
He was fucking me with four fingers, and I was enjoying it! I’d never thought it possible to take so much of him. He pulled out his hand and covered it with gel again before returning to the four finger action. I was so close. “Please, Sir!”
“Relax for me, sweet girl.” I had no idea what he meant until I felt his hand fold inside me, and this enormous pressure as he pushed forward. It was not painful, but definitely made me catch my breath. “You can take my hand.”
I understood that sensation now. His entire fist was inside me! It was a sensation I would never forget because I was overfull and had never felt so dominated. With careful movements, he pressed forward and I gasped at the almost overwhelming feeling of being taken that way. Slowly he inched out and back in and I can’t even describe how wonderful it felt. I was completely open to him, accepting what he was doing and strangely loving it. “You can come.”
I hadn’t even thought about asking because I was still marveling at the fact that he’d fit his entire fist inside my body. Outside of Luca, I’d only had sex with the monster, so the fact that he was able to complete that act without ripping me apart blew my mind.
The orgasm shot through me with an intensity I hadn’t even known possible. I don’t know why it felt so much different this way. All I can say is he could fist me any day of the week he chose. Breathless as he artfully removed his fist, I stared up at him in something akin to adoration. My legs shook, and I just rested on that couch too stunned for words.
“Like I said, your body is capable of many things.” He winked at me, and when I could walk again, helped me to the bathroom to clean up. He bathed me that time, and I was still in a state of shock by the time we’d dried off. “I want to enjoy the rest of our evening together, but first we need to get the punishment out of the way.”
To be honest, I’d forgotten about my earlier transgression until he mentioned it. Nibbling on my lower lip, I waited quietly as he stood there, seeming to contemplate his next move. When he walked into the closet, I held my breath until he returned with what reminded me of a ping pong paddle. The only difference between this one and the other was it was covered in bright red leather.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. I awkwardly draped myself over his knees, and waited for his hands to caress me like they’d done with the other spanking. That never came. He rained down on my ass with twenty fast swats that had me cringing with each one. I was not allowed to come without his permission again. Duly noted.
Luca didn’t harbor bad feelings after punishing me. Just as easily as he’d paddled me, he lifted me off his lap with a kiss to my forehead. “Put this away and let’s go watch a little television.”
Ass on fire, I took the hated toy and put it back in the closet then followed him into the living room. Sitting down was not exactly comfortable, but I enjoyed catching up on current events while cradled in his lap. One thing that stood out in my mind was he always treated me so gently after any scenario we played out. I think it made me love him even more.
Oddly enough, the rest of our evening was pretty much what any normal couple would do at the end of the day. Outside of having my wrist bound in a cuff chained to his bed as I slept. Luca enjoyed spooning. Drifting off in his arms, I was content, something I’d missed feeling most of my life.
That day began a pattern that lasted throughout the week. I finished my chores, and amused myself during my free time, remembering well not to pleasure myself or wear clothing again in the penthouse. At night he’d return home, eat whatever new meal I prepared then we’d play together until bedtime. I was truly happy, and could see spending the rest of my time on earth right here in our own little world.
chapter 10
Broken
When he arrived home on Friday, I was so excited about having him to myself for the weekend that I jumped into his arms as he walked through the door. “Someone has missed me.” He chuckled and spun me around before letting me find my feet again. “I missed you, too, sweet girl. Tell me about your day.”
I didn’t work with the trainer on Thursdays, so I told him about my visit to the lake and meeting a new woman that I’d hoped to become friends with. Of course that led into a conversation about what I was allowed to do if she asked me to lunch or other things. Luca was very giving, and told me he wanted me to have people in my life here. He did warn me not to bring up the things we did in private, but I would have never spoken about our personal relationship.
He was taking me out to dinner tonight, so I also got a reprieve from cooking. I hadn’t become a master chef in a week, but preparing food for him was becoming something I enjoyed, because he was so appreciative of my attempts. Even the chore of reading books and listening to music was becoming more of a pleasure than something I was forced to do.
“I’m so proud of how far you’ve come in such a short time. After dinner tonight, I plan on showing you how much you please me.” Just the thought of playing with him sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Luca had made me crave his touch, so much so that I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of him. “We should get dressed.”
The doorbell rang, as soon as he spoke the words, and he ordered me to go back to the bathroom and put on a robe while he took care of it. He enjoyed dressing me, which shocked me, since he didn’t allow me to wear clothes here. I knew he’d be back soon to pick out what I was wearing tonight. It was a chore that I was happy he took over, because I wasn’t a stylish person by any means. Jeans and t-shirts were my norm before meeting him.
I slid on the robe and combed out my hair while I waited. Luca preferred it hanging straight
and outside of some lipstick and mascara, he didn’t like me wearing makeup. His words were that I was so beautiful anything I put on would just distract from my loveliness. He made me feel like a queen.
“Gina, if you’re dressed, come out here.” Luca was calling me from the living room and I assumed he meant the robe, because he’d already told me he’d choose something for later.
Walking into the room, my stomach tensed as I noticed Damon standing beside him, wearing a way to smug smirk. He was dressed in a business suit, and even as much as he made my skin crawl, I couldn’t deny he was handsome. The way his eyes roamed over me made me feel like I was undressed, even though Luca’s robe covered me very well.
“I have some business to attend to downstairs, please take care of Damon until I return.” Luca looked worried, and I wanted to question him, but his expression told me not to.
“Yes, Sir.” The last person I wanted to be alone with was Damon, but if Luca trusted him I would force myself to be cordial. “What can I get you?” I wasn’t calling him Sir, he wasn’t my Master and therefore I didn’t feel he was owed a title.
He waited until Luca had left, the door closing behind him, before answering. “A little respect to begin with, girl. Luca has been too lenient in your training. When you address me it will be as, Sir or Mr. Damon.”
That age old adage about beauty being skin deep? Yeah, that fit with him. He was gorgeous but also a complete prick. That made him pretty damn ugly to me. “If you’d like me to fix you a drink, then tell me what flavor.” I hadn’t felt angry since the last time I was in his presence, and I wondered if it was just because of the asshat he was.
The anger in his eyes should have been a warning, but it went unheeded until he stalked over toward me, his hand raising to my throat. Gripping it tightly, he pushed me against the refrigerator. My triggers went off at his treatment and I panicked, struggling to pry his fingers from my neck. “Much too lenient. You need a firm hand, girl. I know I trained him better than this!”
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