Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

Elaine

Iwas still flying high when Lucian pushed me forward over the arm of the sofa. My breaths were still shallow and my clit was still tingling as I bared my ass to him and he slapped me, hard. I loved it. The sensations set me alight. This was the kind of pain I needed above any other. I needed to be hurting, but high, and I was so high I was soaring…being hurt by the man I loved.

The man I loved.

The very thought had me grinning as he hit me.

His slaps were quick, but not so quick they had me squealing. He was paced and steady, and that’s when I knew it, for the very first time I’d ever known it. He was hurting me for me and not for him. He was giving me pain for my pleasure and not his own. It was the most amazing feeling.

My flesh was alive, burning just right where he’d hit me. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he slipped his fingers between my thighs and pushed them inside me, teasing just like he’d done before. This time I was ready for him. I was bucking back against him for more. More fingers, more slaps, more Lucian. More Lucian, more Lucian, more Lucian.

The gorgeous beast gave me more Lucian.

“Tell me you fucking want this,” he said, but there was no venom in his words. The monster’s words were dripping with lust.

My voice was desperate. “Please. I want it.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt, heard it sliding through its loops, and I tensed, waiting, only he didn’t hit me. There was no torrent of thrashes or promises of how he was going to hurt me. Not this time. “Tell me you want it, Elaine. Make me believe how much you want it.”

It was an amazing rush, to have to convince Lucian Morelli that I wanted him to hurt me before he would hit me. I looked back at him over my shoulder with pleading eyes. “Please, Lucian. I really do want it. I promise you I want it. I need it. I need you.”

He trailed the leather across my ass, and I clenched. “Make me believe you want it, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I felt it right down in my stomach.

He said sweetheart like he meant it, because he did. I really was his sweetheart.

Not just his doll.

My eyes must have spoken as loud as my voice when I gave him the words.

“Please, please, I want it. I want your belt on my ass. Please give me your belt on my ass. Please…” I was so ready for it when he hit me. One, yes. Two, yes. Three, yes!

I cried out on the fourth thrash, and he paused, waiting as I rocked, then stilled.

He waited for me to be ready for the fifth thrash. My God, he waited for me to be ready.

Lucian was a master at mastering me. His touch was incredible, teasing then thrashing, teasing then thrashing. The sensations blurred between pleasure and pain, like they normally did, only this time there was more to it. I was being guided, played like a violin by a man who wanted to play me right.

My ass was hurting almost too much to bear by the time he flipped me onto my back, arching me tightly over the sofa arm. My flesh was throbbing, raw. Divine.

“Are you going to trust me?” he asked, and his eyes were so sincere in their beautiful power, no longer a foe.

The nod of my head was genuine. “Yes, Lucian, I’m going to trust you. I do trust you.”

I did trust him. I trusted a Morelli. The very idea was insane, but it was true. I trusted Lucian Morelli more than I trusted anyone, even more than I trusted myself.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Elaine,” he said, and I did it without hesitation.

I stretched my thighs wide open and presented myself for him, wet and wanting. He brushed his thumb against my clit and let out a gorgeous moan.

“You are a beautiful creature. Your sweet blonde pussy is to die for.” He smirked at his own words. “It is though, isn’t it? Your sweet blonde pussy is literally to die for. I’ll be a dead man for my crimes.”

“I’ll be a dead woman for wanting you back,” I whispered. “We’ll both be dead, Lucian.”

His smile made my belly flutter along with my clit. “At least we’d die happy.”

I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I’d die happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”

His thumb was working magic on my clit, and my ass was still throbbing underneath me. I could have laid there for a lifetime enjoying it, watching him. It was him who coaxed me to more.

“Trust me, baby,” he whispered and then he raised his hand. “Keep those legs spread nice and wide. I’m gonna take your pussy in so many more ways than one.”

I would keep my legs spread as wide for him as I could for as long as I lived. I held them up high, offering him everything. I knew he was going to slap me where it hurt the most, and I wanted it. People had hurt me in so many ways before, but never because I wanted them to, and never with such care in their eyes.

I cried out when he slapped my pussy nice and hard, but I kept my legs spread. I bucked and cried and squirmed as he hit me over and over, but it didn’t matter, I still kept my legs spread wide. He hurt my pussy, and I loved him for it.

“You’re such a good girl,” he told me, and it made me glow inside.

I’d always wanted to be a good girl for someone I loved.

I was a good girl as he teased my nipples then twisted my tits until I cried out for him. He did it slowly enough that I was begging for more, seeking the pain.

“Please fuck me,” I asked more than once. But he didn’t.

We were there for hours in the living room, and all of those hours were about me and not him. He gave me every scrap of his attention and care and time. Even when I tried to grab for his cock, he wouldn’t let me. It was all about my body. He took care of me.

I was exhausted, burning and breaking in the most incredible of ways when he made me come for the third time over. I was sweating and smiling and lost in my bliss, and the monster was smiling right back at me as he grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet, then against him.

“You are one tired little doll,” he told me, then wrapped me up tight in his arms. “How about we get Chef Morelli to make you some dinner, hmm?”

I couldn’t stop my laugh as I held him back. “Yes, please.”