by Penelope Sky
“I want you two to make yourselves at home. Do as I ask and pick up whatever Luca needs.” His tone turned harsher, wanting me to obey him without question. “You pay your way around here every day—and every night.” He squeezed my waist before he kissed me again, this time a lot more aggressively. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a nibble before he released it. He gave me a final look before he turned away, a warning in his gaze. “Pick up what you need. You’ll pay for it tonight.”
I spent the whole day shopping in Florence. I got Luca clothes and supplies for school, and I got him new decorations for his bedroom. The last thing he liked before I left were dinosaurs, so I picked up toys and a new duvet. I put everything on the credit card Carter gave me, feeling guilty for spending his money like it was my own.
But I knew tonight he would make me pay for it.
I carried everything into the house and set up Luca’s bedroom. I washed the new sheets and duvet before I made up his bed, and then I put his toy chest in the corner along with everything I bought him. A new backpack and school supplies sat on the desk. With a few changes, I’d turned the elegant bedroom into a child’s haven.
I stared at the bed before I sat on the edge of it. My weight sank into the mattress, and I brought my hands into my lap. My eyes scanned the room, the place where my eight-year-old would live right next door. Tears burned in my eyes, and before I knew it, I started to sob.
The tears were mixed with both sadness and happiness. I had lost so much time with my son, and I feared how difficult his life must have been without me. I was afraid his teachers were mean to him, that other kids picked on him. I was afraid he wouldn’t remember me, that he wouldn’t forgive me for leaving him. But I was happy that he would be in my arms again soon, that I could cry into his shoulder and feel his little body in my embrace. We were a family, and I was finally getting the other half of my soul back. I’d never loved any man the way I loved Luca. There wasn’t any room in my heart for someone else. I’d dated on and off, but nothing ever stuck. The only man I’d ever felt any real affection for was Carter.
But the rest of my heart belonged to my son.
The bedroom door opened, and Carter looked at me with sadness in his eyes. He was in his sweatpants, bare-chested and barefoot. He was getting ready for bed and probably came to retrieve me. Once he heard my sobs on the other side of the door, he probably didn’t have the patience to knock. Wordlessly, he joined me on the bed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He comforted me, knowing exactly why I broke down into tears.
I turned my face into his shoulder and closed my eyes, letting my tears smear against his warm skin. My hand moved against his chest, and I felt the impressive muscle under my fingertips. I felt safe for a moment, knowing nothing could hurt me when this powerful man was beside me.
“He’ll be here before you know it, sweetheart.”
“I know…I miss him so much.”
Carter moved his fingers through my hair, gently consoling me while he let me cry into his chest. “He misses you too.”
“I can’t wait to hold him, to talk to him. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love him. I can’t even explain it.”
“You don’t need to.” He lifted my gaze so I would look him in the eye. “My mom still loves me like crazy, and I’m a grown man. I’m successful and strong, and she still brings me soup when I get sick. I’m not a parent, but I understand the way you feel about your son…because it’s the way my mother feels about me.”
Despite Carter’s rigidness and aggression, he was sweet underneath all that muscle. He was caring, sympathetic, and compassionate. “Your mom sounds lovely.” I wiped away the moisture from the corners of my eyes, making the tears stop.
“You’ll probably meet her eventually.”
“Really? I thought you would hide me from your family.”
He shook his head. “That will be impossible. I’ll tell them you’re the maid and nothing more.”
“And Luca?”
“You come as a set.” He rested his hand against the back of my neck then pressed his lips to my forehead. “I know you’re anxious, but he’ll be here soon. My guy told me he’s in perfect health and he’s a happy boy.”
“Really?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
I moved my cheek against his shoulder again. “That makes me happy.”
“And you’ll be even happier when he’s here.”
Since I was upset the night before, Carter gave me the night to relax. I slept in his bed by his side, but there was no sex that evening. He spooned me from behind and kept me warm in the middle of the night.
The following day, his patience had worn out. After he worked all day and had dinner, he wanted to cash in on his reward. I already knew it was coming because he didn’t want tame sex forever. The first time we slept together, that was what he had in mind. But he caved and gave me what I wanted since it was better than nothing at all.
I walked into my bedroom and found a white box with a black ribbon around it. Carefully tied into the perfect bow, the material was made of fine lace. I gently tugged on it so the material would come apart and reveal the logo on the box.
Barsetti Lingerie.
I recognized Carter’s last name and also the brand. I’d never put the two together before. I opened the lid and saw the black ensemble sitting inside. Stitched with real diamonds, it was sexy and classy at the same time. I felt the material in my hands, touched the soft lace in my fingertips. Partially see-through, it would cover most of my skin while revealing it at the same time. It was two-pieces, a push-up bra and a G-string that hardly covered anything. There was a note on top, so I unfolded it and read.
* * *
Sweetheart,
Put this on. Come to my bedroom. Kneel.
* * *
His instructions were simple and to the point. It didn’t surprise me in the least. He’d had me wear lingerie before, but he’d never bossed me around so aggressively. The last instruction was difficult for me to accept, but I knew I had to obey.
Kneel.
He wanted me on my knees in front of him, submitting to him completely. He wanted all the power, the authority to hurt me, fuck me, and do whatever he wished. Like all other men, he wanted to dominate a woman, to treat her like a slave instead of a person. After being degraded by Egor, I never wanted to be in that position again. I wanted a man who would treat me right.
But I owed Carter a debt I could never repay. I would hate every moment of this, but it was my duty. And I also wanted to make him feel good, to enjoy me the way he wanted. He had a dark side, but that didn’t make him an evil man.
He did the right thing when it mattered.
I pulled the lingerie out of the box and changed. It fit me perfectly, like he’d measured my body before he picked it out. I kept myself barefoot since I would be removing my heels anyway. I fixed my hair and then climbed the stairs to the third floor where he would be waiting for me. My heart was pounding with adrenaline, fearful of the pain about to come my way. I would have more bruises and scars on my canvas. I would be the object of cruelty and punishment. I anticipated the pain with fear, but I knew I needed to suck it up. It wouldn’t always be this way. There would be nights when Carter would take me slowly and gently, making me come as I lay on my back and enjoyed him.
I arrived at his bedroom and walked inside. The second I stepped into the room, I saw him standing at the foot of his bed. In his black boxers and with a hard expression on his face, he didn’t look like the man who comforted me yesterday.
He looked like he didn’t possess an ounce of compassion.
Fueled by testosterone and muscle, his hard-on was outlined in his shorts. The muscles of his chest and stomach were tight in anticipation, like he wanted to rush me and pin me to the ground. His arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles of his biceps flexed with power.
I was caught off guard looking at him, detecting his carnal mood the second I was in his pr
esence. He’d given his direction very clearly, so I obeyed and lowered myself to my knees in front of him, sitting on the rug in front of his bed.
He stared at me with a mixture of carnal desire and ferocity. His eyes trailed over my body, appreciating the way the lingerie cupped my tits and formed a deep cleavage line. He lowered his hands to his sides and straightened. “Eyes down.”
I moved my gaze to the floor, obeying the command without question.
He watched me for a full minute, the silence stretching between us. He’d probably anticipated my resistance since I’d always been a bit sassy. But now that he gave me back my son, I was loyal to him completely. He probably got hard from it, aroused by the sight of my complete submission.
He pushed his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. Then he walked toward me, his large feet thudding against the rug as he approached. Only his legs were visible to me, his muscled calves and thighs impressive as he moved. He stopped in front of me, standing over me. “Suck me off.” His fingers moved under my chin, and he lifted my gaze to meet his. His throbbing cock was tinted red from all the blood that moved into the thick length. He grabbed his dick and positioned it down, prepared to slide it into my mouth.
I opened my mouth, ready to take him.
But he didn’t close the distance between us. He flashed a look of anger. “Yes, sir.”
I brought my lips to the head of his cock and kissed it. “Yes, sir,” I said quietly.
His intense gaze deepened when he heard those words. His hand moved to the back of my head and kept me in place as he inserted his dick all the way to the back of my throat. During our nights together, he was always gentle and slow, taking his time like he was in no rush. But now he was quick and hostile, thrusting himself into my throat without gentleness. “Wider.”
I opened my mouth farther so I could take his length deeper and harder. He was moving so fast, it was difficult for me to breathe. I had to time my inhalation with his thrusts to keep myself breathing. I flattened my tongue and tasted the goodness that oozed out of his tip. His desire was obvious in his taste, in the way he thickened even more than usual. I moved with him and took him as deep as I could go without gagging.
“Look at me.”
My eyes landed on his, and I watched the hardness of his jaw, the way his eyes burned with angry desire. It was like he’d never wanted to fuck a woman so much, but also had never hated someone more. It was an intense and terrifying experience because he’d been so different that morning.
“You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He gripped my neck and thrust himself a little harder, hitting me even deeper.
I kept my mouth open and refused to gag, knowing that would ruin his pleasure. His cock was bigger than my mouth could handle, but I kept up with him, doing my best to be what he wanted. When I saw how much he enjoyed it, it made me enjoy it too. I could feel the moisture seep into my thong and weigh it down. Saliva spilled over my lips and dripped down my chin and to the rug beneath my knees. My hands gripped his thighs for balance, and tears burned in my eyes because my throat was being rubbed until it was raw. I kept going anyway, letting him fuck my throat without mercy.
Ten minutes passed, and he kept going, his cock thick but not on the verge of exploding inside my mouth. He obviously had other plans that night, and coming in my mouth wouldn’t be the finale.
He finally pulled his dick out of my mouth, and the saliva dripped off his length and onto the floor. “Up.”
I moved to my feet, unsure what he wanted next. Egor did a lot of twisted things to me, but I suspected Carter would never take it that far. Perhaps he had a taste for the darker things in life, but not the evil things.
We stepped into the room across the hall, a bedroom with a four-poster bed and walls that were different from the rest of the house. Judging by the thickness, these walls were probably soundproof. I wiped away the spit that dripped down my chin, his taste still on my tongue. The bed in this room was completely black, along with the rest of the furniture. There was an assortment of whips, chains, and cuffs. But there were no knives or fire…to my relief.
“Bend over.” Uttering commands with the least number of words as possible, Carter turned into a dictator with one thing on his mind. He wasn’t the man who comforted me yesterday, who told me I deserved a better life. Now we’d been reduced to a man and a woman, stripped down to our basest purposes.
I didn’t look at him before I moved to the edge of the bed and leaned over it, my torso propped on my elbows while my feet remained on the ground. My ass stuck out, and the curve in my back deepened. The bed was a little high, so I had to move onto my tiptoes to be elevated enough.
Carter came up behind me, pressing his dick right in between my cheeks. His hands started at my shoulders and slowly migrated down, feeling the small muscles of my back as he moved down to my ass.
I closed my eyes as I felt his touch, felt his cock in between my cheeks. Hot and throbbing, it ached for me. Once it felt the moisture I produced for him, he would fuck me even harder in pleasure.
Carter opened the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a few things. A little bottle of lube and a small butt plug. I’d never used one before, but I recognized what it was. Carter didn’t seem like he was into any of those things, but perhaps I was wrong.
He peeled my thong down to my thighs then squirted the lube over my ass cheeks. His large palm rubbed the liquid into my skin, making me smooth everywhere. Then he pressed two fingers inside me, pushing into my entrance before I had a chance to prepare for it.
I took a deep breath but didn’t wince.
His fingers explored me while his breathing turned deep and heavy. He pulsed inside me, feeling my asshole relax as I got used to his probing fingers. When he removed himself, he inserted the butt plug in his place.
I tensed when I felt it stretch me apart, but I knew I had to relax. His cock was much bigger than that, so I had to prepare for it. If I couldn’t handle this, handling that would be so much more difficult.
He pressed his cock in between my cheeks again as he stood right against me. His palm moved across my cheeks before it stopped on the right side of my ass. Without warning, he struck me, hitting me so hard I jerked forward.
“God…” I gripped the sheets of the bed and breathed through the unexpected pain. I felt the device inside me with the momentum, felt it stretch me even more.
Carter rubbed the mark he’d made before he hit me again.
I jerked forward but remained silent this time, prepared for the blow.
Again, he hit me, striking me as hard as last time. He didn’t start off gentle, hitting me with the full force he could unleash. His palm slapped against my ass and made a loud echo in the room. Skin on skin, the hit stung and made the area throb. I felt the blood rushing to the surface, felt the bruise before it even appeared.
When he hit me again, I felt his cock throb against me. With the sound of his heavy breathing, it was obvious how much he enjoyed this, how much he got off on hurting me.
His arousal turned me on in a twisted way. If hurting me made him feel good, then I enjoyed it in some way. But every strike hurt more than the last, and I couldn’t keep my whimpers at bay. My moans started off as whines and grew into something deeper and louder. Soon, tears spilled down my cheeks, and my voice cracked with my pain. It was better than the painful whips I’d received from Egor, but this still hurt.
When Carter heard me cry, he stopped. He rubbed the area with remorse as he listened to me get my breathing under control. He leaned over me as he continued to rub the area, his forehead against the back of my head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I love hurting you…I really do.” He turned my face so he could look at me, see the tears himself. The arousal in his eyes only intensified at my pain. He kissed one tear away before he pulled back and positioned himself against my ass. He pulled the plug out of my ass then quickly slipped his massive length in, stretching me apart as he inched his way farther. My body r
esisted him, never having had anything that large inside me before.
His hands pressed against the mattress on either side of me as he rested his forehead against the back of my head. He sank deeper, showing gentleness for the first time that evening. When I was on my knees, he shoved himself hard inside my mouth. When he spanked me, he never slowed his twitching palm. But now, he entered me as delicately as possible. When he was as deep as he could go, he stopped and breathed against me. “Jesus…”
I breathed through the pain, felt the immense stretch inside my ass. Carter was much bigger than Egor was, and I could feel the difference every time he was inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes again as I fought the pain down below.
He breathed into my ear as he started to move, his hot breaths packed with arousal. He could feel me shake underneath him, could listen to the sound of my muffled tears. Everything turned him on, especially the power he had over me. He fucked me in the ass like he owned me—because he did own me. “Your ass feels even better than your pussy.”
If I didn’t find Carter so attractive, this would be a different situation. But since I found his looks as appealing as his soul, I enjoyed feeling him enjoy me. I liked being the object of his fantasy, even if that involved being uncomfortable. When he was turned on, I was turned on.
He grabbed my neck with his large hand and squeezed me as he fucked me harder, slamming his enormous dick deep in my ass. He moaned as he pumped, losing himself completely.
I whimpered at the pain but loved the way he enjoyed it. I could feel his cock thicken a little more, feel him hit the threshold of his pleasure. I knew he was about to come inside me, knew he was about to finish. “Come in my ass.”
He paused and moaned at the same time, aroused by what I’d just said. “Sweetheart…not without you.”