OLIVIA

Luca's touch lingered on my skin. He'd been so careful, his words like velvet as‌ he carried me to my bedroom and helped me change.

The way he had cared for me last night, coaxing me to surrender—it was intoxicating. Terrifying. Exhilarating. Like I was precious, the only thing that mattered.

As I savoured the breakfast in bed he had sent for me, my thoughts shifted back to yesterday's conversation. He hadn't opened up entirely—something was still holding him back—but I hadn't expected him to be as honest as he'd been, let alone apologise and admit there was something between us.

A text from Katie popped up on my mobile while I stuffed a pancake in my mouth: "Olivia Alexandra Taylor! Stop ghosting me. You okay?"

Guilt twisted in my gut. I'd been so caught up in everything. "I'm good, promise. Just figuring some stuff out." Might as well rip the bandaid off. "Have you ever tried BDSM?"

The dots appeared and disappeared. 

Katie: "OMG, this is what you're up to? 😍 I dated a guy who loved it when I knelt for him and called him Daddy. Super hot."

The surge of heat that washed over me was stronger than the blush creeping up my neck. Hot was definitely how I'd describe the thrill of surrendering to Luca.

Another message. "Deets on the guy, Oli. Not the one who grabbed your stuff, right?🫣"

She thought I meant Marco? "No! Someone else. It's all new."

Katie: "Oh, cool. The other one was sort of intense...in a broody, mysterious way."

I almost dropped my phone. Did she fancy him? That was unexpected.

One more message appeared. "Just go with what feels good, babe. And make sure you trust the guy."

Trust. Luca had been nothing but patient and understanding. Putting my needs first. I didn't fully grasp this connection between us or know how to handle it, but I craved more.

"Miss Olivia?" George's voice drifted through the door. "Master Luca is back and requests your presence in the playroom."

My stomach flipped with anticipation at the mention of the playroom until a mortifying realisation hit me—he surely knew what we'd done in there.

"I-I'll be right there." Ugh, could the ground swallow me? "Thank you."

Nerves wrecked chaos in my mind as I slipped on a silk robe and made my way downstairs. At least I'm starting to find my way around this huge house.

Luca sat on the leather sofa when I entered. "Olivia."

The way he said my name sent a ripple through me, and I wanted to show him I was still all in. If anything, our first session made me even more determined.

Flashes of my conversation with Katie spurred my impulsive bravado. I took a deep breath, crossed the room, and sank to my knees beside him. "Good morning...Daddy."

Amusement flickered in those dark eyes. "That's certainly one way to get my attention. But while I appreciate the enthusiasm, cara, it's not quite our dynamic."

Oh crap. 

My face burned as he helped me up and onto the sofa. "I'm sorry, I thought—"

"No need to apologise. There are different kinds of Dom/sub relationships, each specific to the people involved. Luca is fine, or sir. But as you explore, you'll find what works best for us."

His thumb brushed over my knuckles, soothing away my embarrassment before he continued, "How about we talk about last night first? Debriefing is important to better understand your likes and needs."

It sounded simple enough, given I hadn't stopped thinking about it all since I woke up. And yet, my mind blanked while I fidgeted with my robe instead. "I-I liked everything."

"Specifics, little doe. What made you feel good? What pushed your boundaries in an exciting way?"

Silence. 

It wasn't that I didn't know what I'd liked, but it was so much easier to follow his lead than to voice my own desires.

Luca's hand slid to my thigh, and I snapped out of my thoughts. I wanted to try. For him.

"The blindfold...not knowing." My voice was barely audible. "And your touch."

"Good girl." There they were again, the two words that I craved from him. "And what about your needs? Your desires?"

My head dipped as I chewed on my inner cheek. As much as I wanted to please him, talking about my wants like this was exposing. I didn't know how. 

It was as if there was a block in my mind I couldn't get past. "I-I'm not sure."

"Learning to express your desires is a process, but it's an important part of submission. Whenever I ask you a question, you need to answer honestly. No hiding, no deflection."

Excitement coursed through me when he guided me to lie over his lap, my silk robe riding up. "Are you going to punish me?"

"No, cara. Punishments are to correct undesirable behaviours. This is funishment—a fun punishment to help you learn. And to help you let go."

His hands skimmed over my hips, fingers curling into the legs of my pyjama shorts. The fabric rolled up, and the bunched material dug into my flesh, framing my cheeks. I was on display for him, vulnerable and wanting, while he arranged me to his liking.

"Remember your safeword?" The touch of his palm on my bare skin was both soothing and arousing.

"Canvas."

"Perfetto."

The first smack stung. But as Luca's hand connected with my butt again and again, the heat morphed into something delicious, uncoiling a need deep inside me.

By the time he paused, I was panting, my skin tingling and my core throbbing.

"Colour?"

"Green." So damn green.

Another measured strike landed on my butt. Each spank stripped away my inhibitions layer by layer, a welcomed haze settling over my mind. Nothing existed except his touch and my body's response.

Luca must have sensed the shift, the way I melted over his lap. "There you go." Pride and tenderness entwined in his voice.

When he finally stopped, I was limp and lost to the world. His fingers brushed my hair, grounding me with his gentle touch. "Such a perfect student. Now, tell me what you need."

I turned my head to meet his burning gaze. "I-I want to feel vulnerable with you." A plea and a confession, raw and honest. "To give you control and trust you'll take care of me."

"That's my good girl." His hand cupped my cheek, his expression soft.

That was not all I wanted, though, and right now, I was ready to beg for the rest if I needed to. "I need you to touch me. Please...Sir."

The breath he let out next to my ear gave away how much my words affected him as well. His fingers slipped between my legs, grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. "Like this?"

"Yes," I breathed, arching into his touch. "More, please."

"Patience, little doe. First, I want you to show me how you touched yourself the other night. Can you do that for me?"

Heat rushed to my face at the memory of my self-exploration. "I— Yes, Sir. But..."

"But what?" He helped me to my feet and led me to a plush velvet chaise positioned in front of the mirrored wall. "Pleasure is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, Olivia. Own it. Embrace it."

His fingers tugged at the belt of my robe, and his eyes sought mine for permission.

"Green," I whispered.

Anticipation prickled across my skin as he slowly untied it, letting the silk fall open to reveal my strappy pyjama top and shorts. His thumbs brushed over my already pebbled nipples beneath the thin fabric. A gasp escaped my lips as he eased my breasts free. 

Pinching the tightened buds between his fingers, he gave them a twist, and arousal gathered at the apex of my thighs. 

"Spread your legs for me, cara." A deep, authoritative rumble that I obeyed without hesitation, my thighs parting in a beat. 

His hand wrapped around mine, guiding it to the waistband of my shorts, grazing the sensitive skin of my lower belly as he dipped my fingers beneath the elastic.

The unobstructed view in the mirror when Luca stepped away and settled into an armchair sent a fresh wave of need coursing through my veins. The wanton woman reflected there was almost unrecognisable, skin flushed and chest heaving with shallow breaths.

"Show me." His dark gaze locked with mine, smouldering with barely restrained hunger. "Show me how you touched yourself while you watched me."

Crap. Could I do this?

With a shaky nod, I leaned back against the plush cushions. My fingers slipped beneath the damp cotton of my knickers and glided through the slick evidence of my desire. Coating them, I brought them to my clit, circling it slowly.

Luca tracked my every move, his stare intensifying the ache building inside me.

Emboldened, I increased the pressure and rocked into my touch. The cool air caressed my exposed breasts while tiny bumps appeared across my humming skin. I cupped the supple flesh, kneading it gently as I rolled a hardened nipple between my fingers, echoing the motions against my clit.

"Take off your shorts," he commanded, voice strained.

I lifted my butt and shimmied the flimsy fabric down my trembling legs, letting it pool at my feet.

"Knickers too."

For a fleeting moment, I hesitated. Not out of fear, but because baring myself so completely to him felt like a point of no return. Yet, it was a step I really wanted to take.

My thumbs hooked onto the cotton, and I dragged my underwear down my legs. Half-naked in front of the mirror, I was very aware of the way his eyes devoured every inch of me.

With his attention on me, he unbuckled his belt and freed his hardened length from the confines of his trousers. A bead of moisture glistened at the tip, and my mouth watered as he stroked himself in time with the thrusts of my fingers into my dripping core.

Seeing myself in the mirror and his reaction—it was thrilling, erotic, and insanely empowering. I ground my hips against my hand, chasing the pressure building with each stroke. The obscene sounds of my arousal mingled with my breathy moans.

My head fell back against the cushions as I teetered on the edge of bliss. "I'm going to—"

"Not yet, bellissima." Luca loomed over me, one knee planted beside my hip.

A buzz filled my ears before something cool and smooth pressed against my inner thigh. I jolted at the sensation, a whimper escaping my throat when he trailed a vibrator higher and higher.

"Please." I writhed beneath him, desperate for more. "I need..."

One side of his lips tugged into a wicked smirk when he pulled my hand away. "I know exactly what you need." Slowly, teasingly, he circled my entrance before sliding the vibrator deep inside me.

The sudden fullness made me cry out, my walls clenching greedily around the intrusion. His palm pressed against my clit as he worked the toy in and out, the dual sensations rocketing me toward my peak.

Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist as he brought the digits that had been buried inside me to his mouth. I wanted to protest, to tell him he didn't need to, but when his tongue swirled around them, licking them clean, a desperate moan clawed up my throat.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven," he said, and my walls fluttered and clenched around the vibrator. Was there anything he could say or do that wasn't orgasmic?

As if to prove a point, he dipped his head and drew a nipple into his mouth. That masterful tongue laved the hardened peak until I was crying with need.

It was almost too much—the scrape of his teeth, the relentless hum of the toy. Mind-melting pleasure that bordered on exquisite torment. The coil in my belly wound tighter and tighter, and my skin burnt with the need for more of his touch, his hunger. More of everything he had to give.

"You're fucking perfect," Luca growled against my flesh. "Don't hold back, little doe. Shatter for me, and don't you dare be quiet."

Ecstasy ripped through me in relentless waves. With a scream, I let go, convulsing as I rode out the high. Distantly, I heard his praise while lips brushed against the top of my head as I floated back down. 

Bliss. Pure bliss.

As the tremors faded, my lids fluttered open. He stood beside me, his cock thick and hard, a pearly drop of precum glistening at the tip like an invitation.

The overwhelming need to taste him and feel the weight of him on my tongue took over. "I want you in my mouth," I blurted, surprising even myself with my boldness. "Please, Sir."

Dark brows shot up. "This is about your pleasure, not mine."

An out. One I didn't need. He wanted my honesty, and he was going to get it.

"I want a taste." Holding his gaze, I reached for his trousers and tugged them down. "To feel you come undone because of me—that's my pleasure."

It was the honest truth. I dreaded blowjobs thanks to dismissive exes who'd made me doubt I was even passable at them. Yet Luca had awakened a new confidence in me.

When he didn't stop me, I sank to my knees, my hands gliding up his muscular thighs. Rough fingers tangled in my hair as I wrapped a fist around his base, my tongue darting out to lick the teasing bead of moisture from his tip.

A shaky breath escaped him when I took him into my mouth. 

"Cazzo, your mouth is incredible," he groaned, and his grip tightened when I took him deeper.

Encouraged by his reaction, I hollowed my cheeks, swirling my tongue around his length. Whatever technique I lacked, I made up for it with enthusiasm, revelling in every hitched breath and muttered curse I coaxed from him.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. You were made for this, little doe. Made to be on your knees for me, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes."

His filthy praise had me bobbing faster toward his release. Hips jerked, and his thrusts became erratic as he neared his peak, the tugs on my hair rougher.

"Fuck, just like that. Don't stop, bellissima."

When the first salty spurts hit my tongue, he tried to pull away, but I kept him in place. I wanted it all, every last drop. A guttural moan, and he spilt down my throat.

"Sei state incredibile," Luca murmured, tucking an errant strand of hair behind my ear. "Let me take care of you now."

That tender smile turned my insides molten when he scooped me up and carried me to the adjoining bathroom. With gentle movements, he settled me on a bench and filled the tub, testing and adjusting as if it required perfection.

Lavender filled the air, calming my racing heartbeats when I sank into the steaming water. His hands found my shoulders, massaging away any lingering tension, and I melted under his touch. This, this was heaven, and this man was a god. A criminal sex god.

The insistent buzzing of Luca's mobile was a reality check. 

"Cavolo, back to work," he said when he glanced at the screen. "I took a break to see you, but duty calls."

He took a break for me?

An apology mingled with regret shadowed his face. "Enjoy your day off, cara. There are some painting supplies in the drawing room. Thought you might miss it."

How did he know me so well already? His thoughtfulness left me speechless.

"Thank you." It was all I could manage.

As the bathroom door clicked shut behind him, my mind replayed every moment and every touch. 

Finding Noah was still my priority, yet it was impossible to ignore how my heart let loose for Luca. He brought to life parts of me I hadn't known existed—a craving for his touch, his praise, his dominance.

No matter what the future held, Luca Moretti had irrevocably changed me forever, branding himself on my very soul. 

And I couldn't bring myself to regret a single moment.