Page 104 of The Silence Lies

In and out, he glides his finger through my tight channel. I can feel my juices leaking out, coating his knuckles, my thighs. I want it deeper, faster, harder, but I remind myself of Luca’s words.

Luca takes total control, sliding a second finger in.

“Hmm…” I shudder.

“Does that feel good, Dolcezza?”

“Yes,” I cry out as he picks up speed. My body rocks against the desk. I reach forward, gripping the edge for stability, but it’s useless. I feel the heat crawl up my spine, the churning knot of my climax teasing me. “Don’t stop!”

Luca draws his hand away from me, ignoring my plea.

I lift my head to look at him, but he pins me down with his body, tracing his lips over the shell of my ear. “You’re not in charge right now, are you?”

I hear his belt clang, then his zipper. My pussy clenches around nothing, the greed of my impatient release making me desperately horny.

“Take control,” I beg him. “Please.”

He retreats slowly.

My breaths catch up with me when I suddenly feel alone, empty.

When Luca returns in my vision, he has his cock in his hand, fisting it brutally. The purple head is in my line of sight, and Luca is looking down at me with stern expectation.

“Suck it,” he orders.

I comply, opening my mouth. He fills it so well, hitting the back of my throat with a single thrust. I’m instantly taken back to last night, when he took complete control. I gagged and choked, saliva spilling from my lips as I coughed back. But he kept me there until he knew it was time, releasing me abruptly. I liked it. I didn’t think I would, but fuck me, it was euphoric.

Luca pumps his veiny cock into my mouth, holding it by the base as he orders me to play with myself.

Obeying, I lift my hips and slide my fingers into my pussy. It’s not the same, though. It’s disappointing, unsatisfying. It hits the spot, but it isn’t Luca.

“Faster,” he commands as he picks up speed.

My fingers comply, plunging in and sliding back out to coat my clit in moisture and circle it. The hint of a climax reappears, and I move faster and faster, desperately chasing it.

But Luca has other ideas.

He releases himself from my mouth, pinching my cheeks together. “Stop.”

“What?” I blink up at him.

He marches behind me, slapping my ass. “You don’t come unless I tell you to.”

“But—“

Slap.

I shudder, the unexpected sensation burning the skin on my ass making me cream even more.

“You’re not coming anywhere but on my dick, understand?” His hardness presses against my entrance.

Another shiver.

Another nod.

I don’t know who I am anymore. Giving into Luca was never how I saw this going. Surrendering my orgasms to someone was definitely not how I envisioned this arrangement. But I agreed to this, and I can’t deny I’m enjoying it.

I return my hands to the edge of the desk, in plain sight for Luca.

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