Page 30 of Free Fall

His grip dropped from my neck. He stepped back. Tension and heat rolled off him in the darkness. Looking over my shoulder, I saw only his outline. His familiar form, long hair tied up at the back of his head, thick beard along his jawline. He studied me in the shadows as well, agitation coming off of him in waves, sometimes mixed with the lust I knew he felt for me too.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, anger heating me. Every pent up emotion twisted in my body, coming out as defiance, the urge to provoke. “You followed me in here. What do you want to do with me?”

“You know what I want to do.”

I smiled and leaned back, scooping my tits up in my hands to knead them. He sucked in a deep breath. The need for control tonight was too strong, and here, in my domain, I thought I might just be able to claim it. I refused to be his puppet, to sink into that subby space for him again, the one he always dragged me into kicking and screaming. I needed to claim myself. Fight him away. It was the whole reason I stripped in the first place, and he was trying to take it away from me.

“You ruined me,” I told him, sighing as I tugged at the cool bars through my nipples. “Even on a family vacation, I’ve come back wrecked. Could you not even last a couple of hours alone in the presence of your wife before stepping out?” My belly clenched in anticipation as he moved closer, crowding my space but not touching me. The heat of his clothed body against my naked one made me shiver.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

I slipped my hand down and swirled fingers over my clit, enjoying messing with him too much to stop, even though the warning behind his eyes was strong. “You’re ruining me,Uncle Luca. Master.” Shoots of pleasure darted from my clit, excitement at his confusion, his shock, getting me there faster. “Up there on that stage, I could only think of you. Doing anything, you are the only thing on my mind. You’ve fucking ruined me.”

I cried out as I worked myself higher, spinning so I had my back against the door, so turned on from his gaze on me. My spine slackened, resting against the wall as the pleasure built.

Luca pressed his body to mine. “Come for me, puppet.”

I fell to his command too easily, fighting against him and failing, exploding over my fingers, groaning and shaking as I wrung out the orgasm, letting his body squeeze me against the cold plasterboard I flew up, then came down. My mood sunk, he’d won again, with a few short words had me under this thumb… again. Even something so simple, as soon as my inhibitions were down, my focus was off, he was in.

He laughed, studying me until I sighed.

“You know your father is here tonight?” Luca said, running his fist through my hair and tugging it to force my eyes up. My stomach bottomed out. Fucking hell, I couldn’t see my dad in a sex club twice in a month. “Do you think he recognized his little girl up there? His little girl, showing off her little pink pussy and decorated tits to the masses.” He squeezed my tit to the point of pain, pressing his fingers deep into the flesh, letting his blunt nails indent. My hand stayed trapped against my wrung out pussy, and another wave of arousal coated my fingers. Shameless body.

The softness we’d shared that morning in the motel, at the waterfall after, it was long gone. The Luca I’d come to know was back, the possessive asshole who took from me without remorse. He was angry, perhaps not even at me, and he looked ready to cause pain.

“He found himself a little slut, you see… stepped into a different room seconds before you walked onto the stage. Good thing really, if he’s seen you he would have ruined the show. Spoiled the fun I was about to have with his eldest daughter.”

“Luca,” I gasped as he tugged my hair again, yanked it so hard the follicles strained. “Stop.”

“Say your safe word, little puppet,” he demanded, leaning in to bite my earlobe. We’d shifted without me even realizing, without my consent, I was back to his slave, his sub to push. It was a joke to think I could get the upper hand on this man, that I’d even want to. I felt myself sinking into that space I don’t know why I fought to leave, squeezing my eyes shut to stop it. No, no, no… I didn’t want it. Did I?

“Cherry,” I replied, gulping. “Cherry.”

His laugh was a deep chuckle that vibrated through me.

“Get on your knees.”

Sixteen

Luca

“No.”Zelda’svoicesoundedicy, stony, like a brick wall built up between her and her feelings. But there was a wobble, a tiny break in her tone that told me everything I needed to know. This resistance was a sad attempt to tell herself she fought against me. That she didn’t sink so willingly, that she wasn’t as hooked as me.

It made the smile growing on my face spread even wider. She was battling it. Us. Me. The real me, not the soft man who’d held her while she slept and stroked her hair as we gazed, naked, at a raging waterfall in one of the most idyllic places to exist.

She wasn’t getting him again. He was gone. It was a fluke, a moment of weakness when the stars aligned and the fog of vacation affected me… when seeing her with Cole had me needing to claim her in every way. If she wanted me, she would have me like the man before her now. Cold. Hungry for her body and nothing more. It was the only way it could be.

Five minutes into our plan for distance and I was already done with it. I hadn’t meant to find her, but somehow, we collided again.

She wanted to dance like that? Show off her naked body and display everything that was mine? She craved the sexiness, the dirt and grit that came from stripping for men. Fine.

I couldn’t believe my fucking luck when I’d realized it was her on that stage, taunting me with that mask, writhing for all the perverts and freaks looking for a cheap thrill. Fuck the distance. I wasn’t staying away from her when she presented herself to me so beautifully. It was the damned universe telling me it was okay. The fates, kismet, whatever the fuck pushing us together.

“I won’t ask again,” I told her, putting my hands on her bare shoulders. The way her pierced nipples glinted with the show lights made me rock hard in an instant, and I’d stayed there as she flew through the air on that ribbon, as she’d presented her most intimate areas for the leering of other men. It had taken everything in me to let her finish her performance. To not climb that ribbon myself and tear her down. And when she danced afterwards, her naked body brushing against drunk cretins and leering idiots, my teeth had almost cracked from how hard I was clenching my jaw.

My beautiful Zelda, flashing her tits and ass and pussy for anyone who chanced a look, all while I watched in the sidelines, knowing I’d be buried inside her before the night was done. That someone had already claimed her.

“I’m not sucking your dick,UncleLuca,” Zelda said, stressing those last two words like I gave a shit. We were well beyond that. I wasn’t her actual uncle, no blood was shared between us. She was pushing my buttons again, because she wanted to remind me of how wrong this all was, or herself? Now that we were back here, in the darkness of a sex club, it was like the tenderness on vacation was a dream.

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