Chapter 297: I’ve Been Naughty (R-18)

He guided her off his lap and onto her hands and knees in the centre of the bed, facing the tall windows. The morning air was cool against her skin; the sheets still held the warmth of their bodies. Luca moved behind her, kneeling, palms sliding slowly up the backs of her thighs.

"You were touching yourself while I was on the phone," he murmured. One hand slipped between her legs, two fingers gliding through the slick evidence of how truthful she’d been. "So wet already. Did you come while I was talking to Daniel?"

Arabella’s breath hitched. "Almost. I held back. Barely."

"Almost doesn’t count." He withdrew his hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap across the curve of her ass. The sound cracked through the quiet room. She gasped, hips jerking forward, then pushed back into his palm as he soothed the heated skin with a slow circle of his hand. "That was for almost."

Another slap, slightly harder, landed on the other cheek. She moaned, the sound low and throaty.

"And that," he continued, "was for admitting it so prettily."

He kept her waiting after that. His hands wandered, cupping her breasts from behind, rolling her nipples between clever fingers until they were tight and aching, then trailing lower again to stroke the insides of her thighs without ever quite giving her the pressure she needed. Every time she tried to rock back against him he stilled her with a firm grip on her hip.

"Patience," he said against the shell of her ear. "You asked for this."

Arabella’s arms trembled. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please touch me properly. Or... or punish me more. Anything. Just don’t keep teasing."

Luca’s low laugh vibrated against her spine. He pressed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just so, and she cried out, dropping her forehead to the mattress. He worked her slowly, deliberately, the wet sounds of her arousal loud in the still room. When her thighs began to shake he pulled free and delivered three more firm spanks in quick succession, each one making her clit throb harder.

"You like that," he observed, voice rough with restrained hunger. "Your cunt clenches every time my hand lands."

"Yes—ffuck, yes—"

He positioned himself behind her, the thick head of his cock sliding through her folds, coating himself in her slickness. He didn’t push in. Not yet. He rocked against her, the slow drag of his length over her clit making her whimper with every pass.

"Ask for it," he ordered quietly.

Arabella’s voice broke on the words. "Please fuck me. Please punish me with your cock. I need it—need you inside me—"

He sank into her in one long, controlled thrust.

The stretch pulled a broken moan from her throat. Luca held still for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, both hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave faint marks. Then he began to move—deep, measured strokes that forced her forward with every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

He kept the pace steady at first, almost cruel in its restraint, watching the way her back arched, the way her white hair spilled across the sheets. When she tried to push back harder he held her in place with one hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest down while her ass remained high.

"Stay still," he growled. "Take what I give you."

She did. Her fingers twisted in the sheets. Soft, desperate sounds spilled from her mouth with every thrust. Luca’s free hand came down again, spanking the already pink flesh of her ass in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation—the deep, relentless drag of his cock and the sharp heat of each slap—pushed her higher and higher until her first orgasm crashed through her without warning.

She cried out, body clamping down around him, thighs shaking. Luca didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, the wet sounds growing louder, more obscene, his hand still alternating between soothing strokes and fresh spanks that made her clench around him again and again.

"That’s one," he said, voice low and dark with satisfaction. "But you said you’d been bad. One isn’t enough."

He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back, then hooked her knees over his shoulders and drove back in. The new angle let him go deeper. Arabella’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as he set a harder rhythm, hips snapping forward with enough force that the headboard knocked softly against the wall.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hungry, open kiss while he continued to move. She kissed him back messily, gasping into his mouth every time he bottomed out. One of his hands slid between them, thumb circling her swollen clit with precise, relentless pressure.

Her second climax hit harder than the first. Her back arched clean off the bed, a broken sob tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her. Luca’s rhythm faltered for half a second as her walls fluttered and squeezed around him, but he gritted his teeth and kept going, drawing the orgasm out until she was trembling and oversensitive beneath him.

Only then did he slow, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in with long, grinding strokes. He brushed damp strands of white hair from her flushed face, the dominant edge softening just enough to let tenderness show through.

"Still with me, baby?"

Arabella nodded weakly, eyes glassy, lips parted. "More... please. Don’t stop."

He smiled, that same mischievous curve from earlier returning, though darker now. "Turn over again."

She rolled onto her stomach without hesitation, then pushed up onto her elbows when he guided her. Luca settled behind her once more, hands spreading her open. He entered her from behind in one smooth thrust, the position letting him watch every detail—the way her ass jiggled with each impact, the way her entrance stretched around him, the fresh pink handprints already blooming across her skin.

He set a hard, steady pace, one hand fisting in her hair to arch her back, the other alternating between gripping her hip and delivering sharp, rhythmic spanks that made her cry out and push back for more. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the bedroom... skin, wetness, the occasional low groan from Luca as her body clenched around him.

Arabella came a third time with a shattered moan, face pressed into the pillow, body shuddering so hard he had to hold her hips steady to keep thrusting. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through the aftershocks, the relentless motion dragging another smaller peak out of her almost immediately after, until she was sobbing with overstimulation and still begging for him not to stop.

Only when her arms gave out and she collapsed fully onto the mattress did Luca let his own control slip. He draped himself over her back, chest to her spine, one arm bracing beside her head while the other reached under to cup her breast. His thrusts turned shorter, harder, more urgent. The wet, filthy sound of him driving into her filled every corner of the room.

"Coming," he gritted against her ear. "Take it."

He buried himself to the hilt and spilled deep inside her with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking as pulse after pulse of heat flooded her. Arabella whimpered at the sensation, another weak tremor running through her as she felt him finish.

For a long moment neither of them moved. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the distant call of a bird somewhere beyond the estate walls. Luca pressed soft kisses to the damp skin of her shoulder, her neck, the curve of her jaw, the commanding edge melting back into something warmer, more familiar.

Eventually he eased out of her with a quiet hiss, both of them wincing at the sensitivity. He rolled onto his side and gathered her against his chest, one leg sliding between hers, hand stroking slow circles over the small of her back where the skin was still warm from his earlier attention.

Arabella nuzzled closer, face hidden against his throat. Her voice, when it came, was soft and thoroughly satisfied. "I think... I might need another punishment later."

Luca’s chest shook with a quiet laugh. He tilted her chin up and kissed her—slow, deep, lingering—before answering against her lips.

"Greedy girl. Rest first. Then we’ll see how bad you’ve been."

Outside, the morning continued to brighten over the estate. Inside the bedroom, the sheets were a wreck, the air thick with the scent of sex and the quiet, shared breathing of two people who had nowhere else they needed to be for a little while longer.