Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Clara

Gio had no idea how lucky he was that I recognized his cologne when he put his hand over my mouth. He'd almost gotten a bloody nose, followed by a bullet to the chest for his troubles.

I didn't know what he was doing here. He never showed up on nights when I actually stayed in. Shoot… unless he had been, and I'd slept through it, thinking I was safe? He'd certainly never touched me before.

Was I dreaming?

Everything felt so surreal, I wasn't sure.

He felt real.

His lips on mine felt real.

His hand on my breast, tweaking and teasing my nipple, sent a current of sensation through me.

Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his groan against my lips.

That felt real, too.

What am I doing?

Simple answer—I didn't know. I was in uncharted territory, and the desire, the sensations coursing through me, were sweeping me away. Sensible Clara had been pushed aside, knocked off-kilter by the shock of having Gio in my room while I was sleeping. If that hadn't been enough, the way he was touching me would have done it.

My entire body was aflame with need.

Having a man touch me was entirely different from touching myself. I didn't know what he was going to do next. I didn't know how firm the touch was going to be. I didn't know how far he was going to push this.

How far I was going to let him push this.

Whimpering against his lips, I writhed as he pinched my nipple, my thighs pressing together against the growing ache between them. The movement shifted the sheets, shifted my nightgown, and the next thing I knew, cool air hit my legs as Gio pushed both away.

He's going to…

I pushed at his chest, somehow managing to get enough leverage to push his mouth off of mine.

"Wait…"

"No." That was all he said before his lips covered mine again, his hand pushing between my thighs. It wasn't his hand I was worried about being there, and I found my desire to protest waning again as his fingers touched my slick, swollen center. If his touch on my breast had been overwhelming, feeling the callused tips of his fingers against my most sensitive flesh had me drowning in sensation.

They circled my clit, teasing me, arousing me, then slipped lower, parting my folds. I cried out, the sound muffled against his lips, as a rush of pleasure tingled through me. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming the space as if he owned it… owned me. I was going to climax shamefully quick against his hand, his weight leaning over the top of me, keeping me pinned to the bed as his fingers found my entrance and pushed in.

I had been right. They were much thicker than my fingers, stretching me open, the insertion stinging even as my pleasure climbed higher. My muscles clamped down around him as his fingers pushed deeper, and my grip on his neck tightened, pulling him against me as I struggled to adjust to both the sensations and the way he filled me.

He lifted his lips just enough to hear my breathless cry.

"Gio!"

Fingers thrust into me, his hand rubbing against my clit.

"Call me ‘Daddy'."

I was a wicked, sinful girl; my muscles clenched around him again at his demand.

"Daddy!"

Too loud, I was too loud, but I couldn't help myself as my ecstasy spilled over, his fingers moving inside me, his hand rubbing against me. I barely had the one cry out before his lips were on mine again, muffling any other sounds I might have made as I writhed for him. I was utterly insensible as wave after wave of erotic bliss crashed over me, far more intense than any orgasm I'd ever been able to give myself.

It went on and on, his fingers still moving, forcing me to greater heights until the stimulation became too much, and I started to struggle to get away. Even then, he didn't release me. Instead, his hand pinned me down, his palm pressing hard against my mound while his fingers kept working me. I sobbed the overload of ecstasy against his mouth as tears trickled down the sides of my face and into my hair. My nails dug into the back of his neck—not that he seemed to notice or care.

Only when I was utterly and totally wrung out, limply quivering from his ministrations, did he finally stop and withdraw. I lay on my back on the bed, staring up at him as he pulled his fingers free from my pussy. Still leaning over me, though not as close as he had been before, he put his fingers to his mouth and licked the cream from them.

"Delicious," he murmured, as my eyes widened. "Now, come here, babydoll, it's Daddy's turn."

I didn't know what he meant at first. I thought he was going to climb into bed with me… and God help me, I was going to let him. I was too pleasure-drunk, too limp from my orgasms, to stop him. And I wasn't sure I wanted to in the first place. There was a part of me that wanted to feel him inside me, that wanted him to be the first man to have me.

But that wasn't his intention.

I found myself being rolled onto my stomach, his hand gripping the back of my neck like I was a naughty puppy, lifting me up enough that I put my hands down on the bed to help hold me where he wanted me. My arms felt weaker than normal, but some of the strength was coming back.

With my full weight on my hands, there was no way for me to fight back as he slid his hand into my curls, tipping my head back. I hadn't even realized that he'd freed his cock from his trousers. The first cock I ever saw, and I couldn't even get a good look because of how he was holding my head. The tip touched my lips and pushed in before I fully understood his intentions, and I froze with shock as the salty, meaty taste of his flesh hit my tongue, then kept going.

My jaw dropped in shock, which only gave him more leeway to thrust deeper in.

"That's it, babydoll, suck Daddy's cock."

Reeling from the shock, I found myself doing exactly what he ordered, my cheeks hollowing as I automatically sucked on the long, thick piece of flesh that had invaded my mouth. He groaned with pure pleasure, and the sound went through me like a heat wave.

He moved, his hips pulling back, then thrusting forward again, shoving his dick deeper in my mouth, sliding over my tongue until it hit the back of my throat, and I choked. Eyes watering for an entirely different reason now, my mouth started to close automatically, and his grip on my hair tightened.

"No biting, babydoll, or you won't sit for a week."

I whimpered around his cock, partly from my heated reaction to his threat, partly because I was struggling not to bite him when he withdrew, then thrust in again. On another day, at another time, when I wasn't so discombobulated, perhaps I would have earned the threatened spanking, but right now, I was completely thrown off by the entire situation. All of my defenses were down.

Never once had I imagined being on my hands and knees in my own bed with Gio's cock moving back and forth in my mouth, my body still throbbing from the orgasm he'd brought me to with his fingers. This was far more wicked than my imagination had ever been. If Mrs. Cunningham heard us… if she walked in and found us here like this…

No men allowed on the premises after dark.

I had gone far beyond just having a gentleman visit me.

"Open up for me, babydoll. Relax your throat."

How I was supposed to do that, I didn't know. Instead, I choked again and again, my throat spasming as he pushed his cock deeper… but he didn't seem to mind. His groans were low but intense, his fingers gripping my hair tighter and tighter until suddenly, he thrust forward so hard and fast, I couldn't stop him.

With his hand on the back of my head, my nose was pressed against his groin, his entire length somehow lodging itself in the back of my throat. The muscles convulsed around him as I automatically swallowed, my stomach churning as the warm liquid filled it.

He pulled out somewhat, splashing the last drops on my tongue so I couldn't miss the bitter, salty-sweet taste. I gasped for breath, panting, still on all fours, still disbelieving I was truly awake. That Gio had actually woken me and finger-fucked me to orgasm, then shoved his cock in my mouth, forcing me to swallow both it and his cum.

It was entirely surreal.

"Good girl." He cupped my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him, running his thumb over my lower lip to swipe away a droplet of his passion. "Now, go back to sleep."

He pushed gently back and to the side, guiding my head back down onto my pillow. I dropped like a rock, too exhausted to argue, too wrung out to attempt any kind of resistance. My eyelashes fluttered almost as soon as I was down, lethargy overcoming me despite the fact that he was still in my room.

I didn't feel in danger with him there… I felt safe.

Which was when I finally knew that I must be dreaming.

* * *

Gio

That hadn't gone at all like I'd planned.

It had been so much better.

Though leaving Clara's room was even more difficult.

Letting myself out of the boarding house, I felt elated, relieved, and utterly disappointed because I knew I wasn't going to be able to come back for a while. But my decision had been made. Clara was going to be mine. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I let the scent of her waft through my nostrils, licking the last of her slick arousal from the digits. The sweet, tart taste lingered on my tongue.

The way she reacted to me, I was fairly certain she was virginal… just very submissive and very pliant. Perhaps because I'd caught her unawares, but it made sense to me that her sassy exterior hid a softer side. She'd melted for me and called me Daddy without hesitation.

That's when I knew for sure… she was mine.

It had taken all of my willpower not to scoop her up and take her away with me, but she would be a distraction at a time when I couldn't afford distractions.

As soon as I caught the thief, though, I would be coming to claim her.