9. Gia

I haveno idea what I've gotten myself into.

However, I do know that when Sal touches me, I can't think straight.

There's something in his words that makes me… not want to think straight. I understand what he's saying, and I understand the implications of it.

Sal is a Dom. I'm not super shocked by that. He's quiet, he's never pushed me into anything I didn't want to do….

But I don't know that he thinks about being a Dom the same way that I do.

I always thought that it was someone bossy. Some asshole with a superiority complex who has to be in control at all times.

I never thought it meant…

I make decisions based on what I see your body reacts to.

There's something there.

The way he describes it, I don't think he's someone who is just some asshole that needs to be in control.

I think he wants to be in control… of making me come more than I ever have in my life.

I have no idea what that means for me, but I don't hate it.

In fact… I want to see what that means.

So when I said ‘okay,' I knew what I was doing.

The smile that spread across Sal's face, though?

It gives me chills.

He leans forward, shifting so that he's kneeling between my legs. "Before we start," he whispers, sliding his hands up my legs. "You need a word to tell me."

"A safe word?"

I can't believe that I'm saying that. It feels silly, and at the same time, I suddenly understand exactly why someone might need one.

If he's not going to stop…

"Cats."

Sal's hands stop an inch from where I want them.

He grins up at me from where he's kneeling between my legs. "Cats?"

"I'm not going to say it in this context," I say with my eyebrow raised for emphasis.

He laughs. "Cats it is then."

When his hands continue up my legs, I bite my lip in anticipation.

He's so close. Earlier, when he pushed his thick fingers inside of me, I almost came.

This time, I have a feeling that I'm not going to last very long.

"You liked it earlier when I put my fingers inside your pretty pussy, didn't you Gia?"

I nod.

"So honest. Such a good girl for me," he purrs.

I'm not a dog and I don't know why that's working for me…

But it is.

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"Yes," I whisper.

His eyes glint with fascination. "Okay. I'll get you close, cara mia, but there are rules."

I'm hyper-focused on how his hands feel on my legs. I barely notice that he's waiting for my response.

Until he lightly bites the inside of my leg.

"Don't look away, Gia," he whispers.

I nod and look down at him.

"I have three rules. Are you ready for them?"

I nod again.

"The first rule is that you can't touch me. Someday, I will tell you to touch me all you want. But not today. Okay?"

I nod. I have no other response. It's so sexy, I can't even process his words.

Sal smirks. "The second rule is you can't say anything. You can't moan. You can't tell me what you want. If you need to tell me your word you can, but other than that, no sounds. Understand?"

I nod.

He smirks again. "Good. You're already so good at following my rules, Gia."

It should bother me. It really, really should.

But, unfortunately, I'm panting and wet and all I want to do is follow his rules and find out what's going to happen next.

"The last rule, bellissima, is you can't come until I tell you."

I tilt my head at that. I open my mouth. "Why?"

Sal bites the inside of my thigh.

Hard.

I gasp.

He backs up. "Next time I'll mark your pretty ass with my palm, Gia. No speaking. Nod if you understand."

I freeze.

I could say the word and he would end this. I know it in my bones. I could tell him ‘cats' and walk away and pretend none of this ever happened.

Or I could keep going.

I'll mark your pretty ass with my palm.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that shouldn't turn me on. But at this point, I'm kind of ignoring that voice in my head that tells me what I should and should not be turned on by.

And I'm just kind of… going with the things that do.

So, I don't say anything.

I nod.

"Good girl, Gia. So good. Let's see how much you want me," he groans.

When he slides three thick fingers inside of me, I bite my lips to keep myself from screaming his name.

Hard.

"You're trying so hard not to say anything, aren't you Gia? Nod if you agree."

I nod. Vigorously.

Sal smiles.

I'm still just sitting in a long shirt on the couch, and he's kneeling in front of me. Anyone on earth who takes a boat onto the lake could see us right now. They would see me spread open, with Sal's slick fingers sliding inside of me.

With the dusk, the house is illuminated as well, meaning that we're practically a window box show. In a giant picture window.

I shouldn't like that either.

"Did you just notice that anyone can see you, Gia?"

Oh.

Oh.

He gently pulls his fingers in and out of me, pushing them in a rhythm that I know is going to drive me wild. I nod, belatedly answering his question.

"You're right," Sal growls. "They can see you. But I want them to. Because I want them to see what is mine. They can fantasize about you. They can leer at you and think about what a prize Gianna Rossi would be. But not one of them will ever fucking have you, Gia. Because you're mine," he snarls.

Oh my god.

I bend my back, arching to take more of him. His little possessive thing worked so well for me, I think I'm going to come right now. I'm just starting to feel the flutters across my stomach when he stops.

Completely.

And pulls his fingers from me.

It is all I can do not to whine with protest.

"What were my rules, Gia?"

Oh fuck.

I blink at Sal, who is looking at me with eyes so dark, they almost look black. He's still kneeling between my legs, and he looks like some kind of demonic prince, poised there to lure me into hell.

And honestly, I'd gladly go to hell for him.

"The rules, tesoro mio, were that you would not speak. You've done well on that one." He leans in and punctuates that with a kiss to my inner thigh.

I shiver.

"The third rule was that you can't come until I tell you to. Did I tell you that you could come, Gia?"

I bite my lip and I shake my head. No.

"And were you about to come?"

How the fuck did he know that? But Sal's still looking at me with that same intense gaze. I'm not going to ask him or break rule number one, that's for sure.

Slowly, I nod. Yes.

"Naughty, Gia," he murmurs. Slowly, he arches his fingers up my thighs again, his fingers tight. "Next time, you'll find out what happens when you're naughty."

I'll mark your pretty ass with my palm.

Shit.

"This time, I'll let it slide. But to remind you, you will not come without me saying so. Understand?"

I nod.

Slowly, Sal pushes those fingers inside of me again.

"You're going to get close, Gia. But right before you come, you have to stop."

What the hell?

"Those are the rules," he says darkly.

I nod.

His fingers twist and pump inside of me, the only sound is the noise of him moving through my wetness. I'm arching my back again, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out.

Then I feel it.

The build of sensation across my back. The shuddering of my lower belly. This time, however, I don't embrace it.

I breathe heavily and push at Sal's shoulders.

His eyes are smoldering when he pulls his hand from me.

For a minute neither one of us moves. My chest is heaving, and I'm staring down at Sal, who is looking at me with something akin to wonder.

When he smiles, though, it's an unnerving mix of lust and pure joy that sets my blood on fire.

"Oh Gia. You've done so well," he whispers. "Let's play more, shall we?"

His hands roughly tug the shirt off of me, and I let it drop onto the couch.

Sal moves so that he's kneeling close enough to lean forward and kiss me. He locks onto me with a force that I honestly can't place.

It's like he's… passionate.

The kiss is everything. There's so much in it that I feel, so much more than he's saying out loud.

When his lips move down my neck, I'm more than just gasping for air.

I'm stunned.

However, when his teeth graze against one of my nipples, my thoughts fly out of my head entirely.

That one move takes so much more concentration than before to keep quiet. I want to moan. To gasp.

I want to tell him that it feels fucking amazing.

But instead, I bite my lip. My world has been narrowed down to simple things.

The feel of Sal's teeth on my breast.

The weight of him between my legs.

And the rules.

No speaking.

Don't come.

Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.

I'm so present in the moment, I don't think I've ever felt this way before. I've never been aware of someone like this, the way my body seems to be tuned to every single one of his movements.

When he pulls back and kisses a trail down my stomach, I feel like I might explode.

Don't come.

"Don't forget the rule, Gia," he whispers.

Then, he presses two fingers inside me again. I don't say anything, which is a goddamn triumph.

Because a second later, he adds his tongue to the mix.

And I think I'm going to crawl out of my skin.

His fingers are sliding in and out of me while his tongue works my clit. His other hand, to my joy and to my terror, climbs up my ribs to grasp one of my breasts.

Sal's fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it around, while he laps at me.

Shit

Shit.

I'm not going to make it. There's no way that I'm not going to come. There's no way that I want to stop. I mean how bad can his punishment be? He's going to what, spank me a little?

Oh no.

That thought sends a shiver down my spine that's downright dangerous. I feel it again, but this time, Sal freezes before I push at him.

He looks up.

"You're so close, aren't you darling?"

I nod. Barely. The movement is abrupt, like my neck muscles forgot how to move. But I don't know what my body is doing in the slightest, really.

His fingers are still inside me.

I feel like a violin. Like a guitar. Like a fucking bow strung so tight that any movement on his part is going to send me over the edge.

Through all of this, his rule tugs at the edges of my awareness.

Don't come.

"You've been so good, Gia. So very good. You know what happens to good girls?"

Again, a shake of my head that is absolutely terrible, like I've lost all muscle control.

He smiles again.

"They get to come."

I blink.

Is he…?

Then, he moves. His lips return to my clit, his tongue working it while his fingers move aggressively in and out of me.

I'm a mess. I feel like my nerves are going to explode. I've been here twice before, and I have no clue how I'm actually going to go through with it this time.

I bite my lips again because I need to tell him that I'm too sensitive. That I'm too wrung out. There's no way I'm going to be able to come now…

Then, he moves his fingers. In something that feels like… he's pressing something inside of me?

Oh.

Shit.

"Come for me, Gia darling," he says when he pulls up for a moment.

Oh Jesus.

I do.

I do exactly what he tells me to, and I explode.

There are stars.

Stars.

I think I might black out. Everything feels like it's rippling over me. I can't stand it. I love it. It's almost painful, it feels so good.

I don't even feel Sal take his hands off me. I definitely don't feel him tuck a blanket around me.

All I feel is the steady weight of him on the couch next to me.

His heartbeat, thundering in my ear.

A steady beat that brings my world back into alignment again.