Page 67 of Luca & Luna

Luca swallowed hard. “Got it. And then what happens after the crying?”

I glanced back at him with a grin. “Then you’re going to fuck me into a stupor. After that is cuddles and snacks and a shower.”

Hoisting up my hips with a wiggle, Luca slotted a small vibe inside me, the flared base tucking against my clit, sending the most delicious wave of pleasure through me when he turned it on and set it on a pattern that could get me close to the edge but never over it without intervention.

Being completely stripped down while he was still fully clothed bolstered the shift in the power dynamic. He carefully cradled my throat with one hand, and the other closed around the curve of my ass before delivering a sharp smack, the sound of which seemed to echo in the apartment alongside my surprised yelp.

“Again.”

Luca’s thumb stroked softly along my neck. “I don’t think you’re the one who gets to give orders in this situation.”

A shiver rolled through me as Luca squeezed where he had just hit, giving me no warning when the other cheek was met with the same strike. My answering squeak melted into a moan as Luca palmed the skin. The vibe hummed low, a smooth companion to my uneven, shaky breaths. Even with the first two strikes I could feel the skin warming. I surrendered to him, letting him bear the weight of my head, letting my body sink against his legs, breathing through the measured barrage against my ass cheeks.

“There’s a good girl. I like you trusting me with this, like hearing every perfect sound you make for me.”

Luca drew things out, alternating the sting with soothing, teasing me until I transitioned to squirming whimpers as I shied away on instinct, slick dripping down the inside of my thighs, my breaths coming short. I could already imagine the feel of him inside me, his hips hitting the tenderness of my ass with each thrust. Every moment continued to remind me that even though he didn’t understand why I wanted this, he was still doing his best to make me happy. He certainly wasn’t unaffected either. His cock tapped my stomach every so often like it had a mind of its own and was pawing at me for attention.

“Is there a sexy way to say I want to hold you like a bowling ball right now?” Luca asked, tugging the vibe free before sliding two fingers into my cunt and letting his thumb rest lightly over my asshole.

I buried my face in a couch pillow, giggling helplessly even as I clenched around his fingers. “I don’t think there is, but you’re welcome to do so.”

Luca gathered up slick, each warm drop ratcheting up my anticipation. After he rolled his digits through the natural lubricant, I held my breath with a gentle press of his thumb into me. I wiggled carefully, pressing back against him, and earning myself a sharp smack on each cheek, clenching around him again as a moan passed through my lips.

He hoisted me carefully by my throat, angling my face so he could kiss me while working his fingers until I was shivering, pressing myself against his hand, lifting onto my arms to get closer to him. Luca tugged me back down by my hair, pressing my cheek to the couch before delivering a smack to each ass cheek again. He was a lot more gentle with it than some people in the past had been, which was both good and not.

“I want to feel you tomorrow. Make me cry, Luca.”

He hesitated for a brief moment, the thrust of his fingers distractingly delicious. The crack against my skin was instant and sharper than before, the zing shooting straight to my clit. This time he waited less between strikes, the pleasant bloom of warmth replaced by a sting that didn’t have time to ease. I muffled my yelps against the pillow, hips moving uncontrollably, unsure whether to drive into his touch inside me or try to escape the next smack. The combo of pain and pleasure grappled, my body and brain quickly overwhelmed as it struggled to process both at once.

“Your ass is so pink. I think it might be my new favorite color,” Luca crooned between the pitiful sounds I made. “You’re taking a lot more than I expected. I’m impressed.”

I mewled helplessly, soaking in the praise. I was about to start begging him to touch my clit when the next impact tipped me over the edge, fully into pain and had a sob tearing out of my throat, the dam on my tears bursting. The next hit was after a moment of hesitation, but Luca followed through like I’d told him to on one more before his hands stilled, his fingers sliding free from my body as he rolled me over to cradle me on his lap.

“Hey, it’s okay. You took that so well and I’m so proud of you. Deep breaths for me.”

I struggled to comply. All I could focus on was the throbbing burn of my ass where it sat on Luca’s lap. I curled my hand into his hair, tugging him down, desperate to feel more. His mouth was blazing hot against mine, even though I had to break away to breathe more often than I’d have liked.

I drank down the taste of him, inhaling the crisp beachiness of his scent, ready to drown in the sensation. That was what I craved. No thoughts, just feeling, and Luca was giving me that in spades.

His fingers slipped between my thighs, plunging back into my body while using the heel of his palm to grind against my clit when he cradled me as I writhed against him. The squirming only made the pain of my ass cheeks worse, but I couldn’t make myself stop. The coil of pleasure when matched with the pain was slower to build, but more intense as it grew until the only sounds coming out of me were curses as the ratchet tightened before releasing all at once.

Luca eased my still shuddering and pliant body face-down to the floor, shucking his pants down to his knees before hoisting up my hips. At the first notch of his cock inside me, I pawed helplessly at the plush rug in front of the couch, my fingers curling into the soft shag as he fucked deep with one smooth stroke. I cried out at the surge of pleasure and the impact against my ass as he seated himself deep, the grip of his hands digging into the tenderness there.

“Fuck, Luca. Don’t stop.”

His next thrust had me seeing stars. A growl rolled out of him, making all of my little hairs stand up; my pussy clenched, and my heart pounded a thundering staccato. Every time he did that, it was so wholly unexpected from my sweet beta that my body reacted as if he were an alpha in rut.

Luca rode me until I couldn’t breathe, every thrust sending me spiraling, the pain and pleasure clashing again. I clung to the carpeting, as desperate for a reprieve as I was for more, to the point that when his hips stuttered, it was both a relief and a disappointment. Luca fucked deep and hoisted me up by my hair, gliding his fingers over my clit, his teeth sinking into the scent gland of my throat. The scream that followed left me raw, the rest of me feeling like I had been scooped out, all of my stress pouring away without anything to replace it, but Luca carefully tipping us to the side, keeping himself tucked into me, and it soothed all my ragged edges.

A crackly, unsteady purr emanated from him. Another surprise. I pulled his arm around me, shivering as I came down from the high.

I didn’t know how long we lay like that, only that I was stiff and sticky by the time we moved again. Luca nuzzled the bite he left on me, which I would probably have to cover, but I couldn’t bring myself to care in this moment. The sharpness of my tender ass had faded to a dull throb that pulsed in time with my heart.

“I don’t want to get up,” Luca murmured. “How are you feeling?”

I shrugged, not sure how to answer the question. He had given me what I’d asked for, and I had taken my penance for making a stupid decision, for compromising my own rules on how, why, and when I took clients.

Luca cuddled me closer. “Would a treat and a bath help?”

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