7. Josephine

7

JOSEPHINE

W ho the fuck lets someone do whatever they want to them?

I'm not sure if this is honesty or manipulation.

"No one can know about this," I tell him as he kneels in front of me.

Luca lets out a gentle sigh, pushing himself to his feet to stand up, taking back control of the moment. He holds his hand out to me. I take it and move off the bed.

"No one will know about this except for us," he says. "I want you to take out some of your frustrations."

"Physically."

"You're a woman."

I scoff. "I can tell that you've noticed."

My eyes drop to his crotch where an erection is pending.

He hooks a finger under my chin, lifting it so his gaze latches onto mine when he says, "When's the last time you stood up for yourself or got angry with a man without fear of retaliation? I'm not talking about family or men you trust. I'm talking about a complete stranger. Or maybe someone who helped create a human with you that took nine years of your life and walked then away from you both."

That's a dagger to my pride and ego. I never stood up to Duke. I bent every time he wanted to change something. I'm ‘go with the flow, Jo’. The all too familiar sensation of tingling in the corners of my eyes show me tears are threatening to fall.

"Slap me, Jo. Don't hold back," he commands.

My eyes drop to my hand, and then shift to stare at his fingers. Every natural instinct tells me not to hit him because this ends badly in any other situation. However, courage pushes against my apprehension.

Luca nods and takes a step back. He drops to his knees once again and puts his hands under his shins.

"Fucking slap me, Jo," he commands, harsher than before. "Do you need me to get you out of your head? Do you want me to make you angry?"

"You might have to. I don't have the centuries of rage Cadence the Siren does."

"Remember the word, starlight," he says. "If this gets too intense, even after we start, tell me to stop by saying ‘starlight’ so there's no confusion. We can even stop now if you want."

"I don't want to stop," I tell him.

There's a whirlwind of emotions wrapping around me like a tornado. Fear over doing anything to a man like Luca who is clearly able to overpower me whenever he wants. Anticipation makes my mouth salivate at the trust he's handing to me. Lust has my nipples hardening at the idea of the possibility I might enjoy this.

"Then stop hesitating and fucking hit me, bitch!" he snarls.

The sudden shift in his demeanor, the impatience of his tone, the anger over nine years of dealing with a man who never wanted me or Jett, plows into me like a freight train. I pull my arm back and swing wide. The sound of my hand striking Luca's face echoes around the room.

He grunts as I knock him to my left a few inches, forcing his right hand to move from under his shin. Fear shoves away everything else, but quickly dissolves when his core tenses as he jams his hand back under his shin.

My pulse races as I drop to my knees to look at his face. Luca moves his jaw from side-to-side, pain rides his face before he smiles at me.

"Felt good, didn't it?" he asks, taunting me. "What else do you want to do, my little siren?"

"Do all of Cadence's assault and murder scenes fade to black?"

"No. Anything explicit on screen is with the male lead. It's not porn, but there will be assaults. Cadence enjoys sex with the victim, the male lead, and is fascinated when he can't completely submit to her under her death song. He's not able to move his body, but he rejects it, rejects her, every time until she finally kills him."

I hesitate, my mind scared to ask what I want, but having slapped the hell out of Luca, I don't think now's the time to hold back. I can see the redness spreading across his face from under his beard's shadow.

"Would you let me, um, start and you say no?"

"How far do you want to take this, Jo?"

"I don't know."

"Okay. Tell me what to do as if you're my deadly little siren."

I nod, taking a deep breath to find my rage, my power. My eyes stay on Luca for a while, watching his jaw clench and body tense with anticipation. A list of devious things I can do to him while he's actually unable to react, scroll through my mind. I push myself to move closer to him. To be angry, but to enjoy having him under my spell.

The softness of his hair between my fingers has my hand lingering among the strands. When he moans with satisfaction, I pull his hair, tearing a grunt out of him and push him back to lie on the floor.

Luca lies there, hands under his back, and his erection pitching a tent in his boxers. Saliva pools in my mouth as I lean down to kiss him, but he doesn't kiss me back. Instead, he turns his head to the side.

"Don't," is the only word he says, but it's not starlight. He didn't say the word, our word.

"I'll do whatever I want and you'll like it." I find the words coming out as my hand reaches for his erection. I ease my fingers under his waistband, wrapping my hand around his hard cock, and stroking it slowly.

He closes his eyes, breathing hard, and moaning.

"Kiss me back," I tell him.

My mouth covers his and this time, Luca's into the kiss. It's as passionate as the kiss on the courthouse steps in front of Duke, possessive even as he fights to keep his hands under him. He angles his head, lifting it off the floor to control the power of the kiss while I stroke his manhood.

The firm wetness of his tongue circling mine makes me want to give up control, but this is not what this is about. This is about me having power over him, over someone I normally wouldn't.

I stop the kiss abruptly and pull my hand off him long enough to slide his boxers down to his feet. I chuck them somewhere behind me, taking a second to peer at Luca whose face appears stoic.

My mind etches his body into my memory. I don't know the next time I'll have the chance to see him like this, to have Luca at my mercy. Every muscle rippling from his broad chest to his abs and down to his thick thighs turns me on. I want to touch him everywhere.

I go right for what I want. Licking my lips, I move my mouth over the tip of his cock and slowly swirl my tongue around the smooth head. We both moan at the same time. His enjoyment is guaranteed but I don't want to hear that right now.

"You'd better not come until I say so," I order him.

"You don't have to do this," he says, "please, don't do this."

The request and knowing I can ignore it touches something in the depths of my being. It's a weird space of liking it and fearing that I like it. I watch his chest rise and fall as Luca patiently waits for me to do whatever I want.

I let my mouth return to his cock. Sounds of me slurping and sucking every inch drown out my hesitation. His hands move from behind his back. I pick up my pace, but he presses his palms firmly against the floor. My head bobs up and down.

"Don't, don't make me come like this," he begs. I'm not sure if he's in the scene or if he wants to finish inside of me. I take it in stride that he's not said starlight, so I continue sucking him off, making Luca strain to keep his body from taking over.

I hum and moan a song that's likely to mean something else the next time I hear it. Something in the Way by Nirvana hums from my throat while I move my mouth up and down along Luca's deliciously thick shaft. My tongue runs along a vein as I let my mind lose itself until my pussy screams that it's her turn.

A loud slurp signals the switch from sucking Luca off to straddling his thighs hovering above him. I slide my thong to the side. My pussy's wet and waiting, but I stop.

"Condoms?" I ask.

"Top drawer, nightstand," Luca pants with a sigh. He's breathing in a way to calm himself down, deliberate and slow as I walk to the bedside table. The smooth gold foil wrapper with bold black lettering is in my hand in an instant.

The condom stretches over his hardness.

"Please don't do this to me, Siren," he begs in a low tone, slipping easily into the role of someone being taken advantage of. He doesn't move his body in any way to stop me or make this difficult. The words are enough to keep me in the mindset of this power exchange.

When I slide my pussy down, we both let out a sigh of relief. I let my walls adjust to him before I shift my weight around him. After I rise up and down, slowly at first to center my balance, I find my rhythm.

"Stop," he grunts out, but I continue to use him to bring myself to an orgasm that no vibrator can mimic. I lean forward, closing my fingers around his neck. They don't even reach the floor beneath him. Trying to choke Luca while I bounce up and down on his erection is more difficult than I thought. The glimmer of a smile creeping onto his face shows he knew I wouldn't be able to choke him. It's why he agreed to it.

I press one hand against his chest and use the other to slap him again. It forces his face to the left before he turns back and taunts me. "Is that all you’ve got? I can stop this any time I want. Use me."

The subtle reminder pushes me to choke him again. This time I press the butt of my palms against his neck. His entire body tenses and I feel his knees rise behind me, control waning and shifting back to him.

"Did I tell you to move? Don't —" I can barely get my words out as another climax pushes me over a cliff of pleasure. "Fuck it. I need you to fuck me, Luca."

"Remember your words, Siren," he says as he moves his arms to cradle my back so he can push himself to sit up. The moment we're face-to-face, he grips me by the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Every pass of his tongue around mine heightens my desire, every roll of my hips matches his thrusts. We move in sync until Luca truly takes control.

The strength behind his fingers as he grips my ass to drive himself in and out of my pussy is enthralling. He raises a hand and slaps my ass cheek. The sharp sting arches my back, but Luca holds me close to him.

It's clear the muscles cascading down his body are toned. In a swift move, he uses one hand to anchor my body to him while the other pushes us off the floor with my legs wrapped around his waist. We spin so he can move me from his lap and onto the bed. He stands at the edge for a moment before driving every inch of his erection back inside of me.

Luca slides his arms under my thighs, letting my knees bend over the crooks of his elbows to slam his cock in and out of me for another orgasm. The strokes slow down, but the power behind them is intense. I watch his body stretch over mine as he moves in and out. We move in unison, chasing the next and probably last orgasm between us.

I don't want this to end, but it's clear what's happening as he leans down to kiss me. A few more pumps in and out of me drive him over that cliff of ecstasy. The soft spurts of his climax filling the condom while inside of me, tell me we're done.

Luca pauses as he finishes and pulls himself from my body. He peppers me with kisses before taking a step back. "Don't move."

I don't, and watch him walk toward a door that's probably his bathroom. The light clicks on and the water runs. He comes out a few moments later with a towel in his hand. I push myself to sit up, seeing he's ready to clean me, but the sound of his phone ringing brings reality screeching into this moment.

"Are you going to get that?" I ask him.

"I can call them back. How do you feel?" he asks.

"Thoroughly satisfied. How's your face?"

He rubs his jaw with a grin. "Perfectly fine. I'm hoping to wear your handprint for at least a week."

My eyes widen. "Oh shit, no! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you so hard."

He chuckles. "Josephine, you did exactly what you wanted to do and had my permission to do it. Bruising comes with this. It will heal and hopefully you'll want to do it again."

There it is. A few words that give me hope as Luca leans over me, kissing me as I feel his hand move between my thighs with the warm cloth massaging me clean.