tw: Smut. Crying. V slight degrading. Also slight Dom!sub vibes. Knives.
If any of these tw make you uncomfortable, please don't read this chapter.
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"Punish?" She breathed.
Giovanni nodded, clenching his hands into fists at his sides. His eyes were melted pools of steel, holding her firm under his gaze like a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.
"Yes, punish. I have to make sure you remember to never roll your eyes at me again,"
"I-I won't," She whispered, licking her lips as nervousness crept into her chest. Her back was pressed flush to the cold black wall and she still looked up at him even know she had heels on.
The man took a step forward, making her tilt her chin upwards. The corner of his mouth tugged up into a cocky, sinister smirk. His hand reached up and as gentle as a feather falling to the ground, or as gentle as wrapping a Cashmere blanket around your naked shoulders, he moved a strand of her from her face, pushing it behind her ear.
"Your beauty will forever remain unmatched, darling. You're too pure for this world, to pure for me." He whispered, his voice was darker, lower, almost sad.
"I'm sin in human form, I do not deserve you."
"You deserve everything," She replied in a whisper, heart fluttering at his confession.
"You are everything, mi amore, I do not deserve everything, so I do not deserve you. You are the stars and the darkness and I've longed for years to find a person, man or woman, who makes me feel as you do."
"As cliché as my words sound, you are my sun, but I am not your moon. I am a mere man and whenever you shine too bright, I cannot help but look away in fear you might burn me,"
Arabella shook her head. Giovanni smiled gently, cupping her cheek as he leaned forward, his lips inches from hers.
"But I cannot falter away from your brightness anymore, darling. Let me show you how the sun deserves to be treated,"
Arabella swallowed hard, parting her lips, "Show me, Giovanni," She whispered. And upon hearing her breathless whisper of consent, Giovanni parted his lips and latched onto hers, kissing her with everything he had.
She moaned against his lips, sending the man's heart into orbit by the noise. His hands travelled to the back of her neck and he tilted her head higher, straightening his back as he bended his neck, pressing his front against her.
Her hands gripped his stubble covered jaw, trying to pull him even closer than he was. His hands travelled all over her skin; from her neck to her throat and her cheek, down to over her collarbone and down her waist, feeling the silk failing at keeping the heat from her body at bay.
And when Giovanni pulled away slightly and the girl whimpered almost pathetically, he groaned huskily, snapping his forearm flush to her back and his hand clutching her waist, lifting her from the floor.
Instinctively, the sun wrapped her legs around his hips and she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth before she looked down at him, her nervousness clear on her blushing face.
Giovanni turned and his long legs carried her to his bedroom, using his free hand to open the door once he reached it.
Arabella instantly smelled his signature cologne and it warmed her chest. She didn't get time to look around her, Giovanni had dropped her on the plush, soft mattress. She noticed black silk sheets, and when she saw the man switch on the bedside table lamp, she looked around for a second before she found his eyes again.
Just like the rest of his house, the walls were black. The headboard, sheets and carpet matched the walls and the only thing not black was the white curtains and office desk in the corner of the room.
Giovanni smoothed his hair back whilst he watched her. Her peach coloured dress had ridden up to her full, round hips. He tilted his head, and Arabella cut off his lustful glances by closing her legs, smirking at the man.
He reached up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes holding her gaze. His slender fingers worked slowly, and she trailed her eyes over his figure, completely bewildered by the sheer dominance the man radiated just from standing.
Then, an idea popped up in her head.
"I have an idea," She whispered, propping herself up by her forearms. Giovanni's eyebrows shot up, "I'm listening, doll?"
She cleared her throat, suddenly embarrassed. "Do you remember when we were at my apartment, the first time we...you know?"
"Mhm," He said, slipping his shirt from his shoulders and tugging it to the side. Tattoos and tanned Italian skin; Arabella almost drooled.
"Can you remember what we talked about?"
"Of course, it hasn't left my mind since,"
She felt a surge of confidence burn through her veins then. She raised her left brow, and then Giovanni's lips patted and he cleared his throat softly.
There was a round chair behind him in the corner and he walked backwards, "Go on, then," He motioned, slowly sitting in the chair, putting his left ankle on his right knee, bringing his closed fist to his mouth, silently waiting.
Arabella almost cursed out loud for putting herself in such a dehumanising position, but thanks to the wine that sat comfortably in her chest and stomach, she pushed her anxiety to the back of her head.
The way he was watching her was enough to make wetness pool between her thighs.
So, she swallowed and spread her legs slowly. The man's eyes didn't waste a second in snapping to her sex. He shifted slightly, getting comfortable.
She found his eyes, bringing her two middle fingers to her red, plump lips, parting them as two white painted nails delved into her mouth, her slender fingers following. She swirled her tongue around them before she pulled them out, lowering her hand to her throbbing wetness.
She pushed black lace panties to the side, exposing her to him. She heard him hum softly under his breath, licking his lips before he leaned back, his strong fingers holding his head up as he tilted.
When she softly circled her little button, she exhaled a moan, dropping her head as her eyes shut tightly. She rubbed slightly faster, her heart beating in her ears as she throbbed.
Her other arm slackened, and she arched her back off the bed as she pushed past her folds, tilting her fingers up. She fisted the silk bedsheets, moans making her lips part.
Giovanni's erection was borderline painful now, but he didn't pay it any mind. The sight before him was simply fucking beautiful. She was falling apart just from touching herself, he wondered how she'd look whilst he was fucking her. If she would fall apart just like she was, or even more.
Then, when her hand came up to her mouth and she slacked her jaw, sucking on her own fingers, the man's lips patted and he swore under his breath, completely focused on her.
She jolted slightly, her moans growing louder as she rubbed her clit, spreading her legs wider. He heard her faint words, the word "please" growing clearer. Giovanni's biggest weakness was begging, and the man was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned paperwhite.
Arabella's fingers curled in herself and she whimpered, her palm rubbing her sensitive nub as she hit her spot. Her legs grew stiff and when she propped herself up on her one forearm, eyes snapping to Giovanni, she went faster, her brows pinching together as she felt her orgasm bubble in her lower abdomen.
"Not yet,"
The words were hard, strict and his voice was deep and she parted her lips to argue, but Giovanni lifted his hand.
His thumb and middle finger connected and he snapped them before his finger motioned to the floor at his feet.
Arabella was frustrated at him for denying her, but she obeyed. Her legs felt like jelly as she walked towards him. She stood in front of him, her blush burning on her cheeks. His pointer finger motioned down again and her knees bended as they connected with the cold tiles obediently, sitting on her knees between his legs.
Her hands layed palms up on her thighs as she looked at him expectantly. Giovanni leaned forward, tilting his head to the side as he pressed a kiss against her cheek, lowering down until he found the crook of her neck.
She leaned her head back, a breathy moans leaving her as she closed her eyes, finally feeling his lips on her.
Then, she felt his hand part her thighs and she gasped as his fingers pushed into her, feeling much fuller than she did with her own.
"Please," She breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders now.
"Good girl, beg," He whispered, "Beg for daddy to touch you,"
She inhaled sharply when he pulled out, pouting as he faced her. The man's eyes found her lips and he mumbled, "Aperto," Arabella obeyed instantly, her jaw falling slack. His wet, glistening fingers pushed into her mouth and she closed her eyes as she tasted herself on his digits.
[Open.]
Giovanni felt like he was on cloud fucking nine. She was already swirling her tongue around his fingers and his cock ached in his trousers, needing to be let out.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and his lips latched onto hers, taking her hands as he threw them around his neck, lifting her from the ground, clutching her waist.
She writhed against his tight grip, soft needy sounds leaving her throat. He dropped her on the mattress again and attacked her throat with rough kisses, slipping his warm hands under her dress, his hands leaving trails of fire in their wake.
In one swift motion, he held her from the bed and her dress was chugged across the room, revealing her breath and flat stomach, her slender waist too. Giovanni dipped down and latched onto the exposed skin, sucking bruises on her chest and between the skin of her plump breasts.
He lowered down and Arabella looked down at him. His fingers hooked around the hem of her panties and she frowned as she watched him shove his hand in his pocket, and upon seeing him flip open a grey knife, she inhaled sharply, panic momentarily flashing through her brain.
But he planted kisses along her inner thigh, calming her down as he looked up at her through his eyelashes.
And when he gently trailed the knife along the skin he kissed, applying just the right pressure to make her pant, gasping for air.
Then, the blade hooked around the lace and he tilted the knife up, successfully splitting the fabric in half. She yelped, and Giovanni roughly pulled it from her hips. He took a step back, gently closing the knife as his eyes trailed over her makes figure, taking her in. She covered her skin, making Giovanni shake his head slowly.
"Don't hide, baby." He announced, "You cannot hide something so fucking gorgeous from me," He took her wrists in one hand, slowly pushing them to above her head. She chewed on her bottom lip, anxiety making her skin prickle in goosebumps.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you, darling" He said breathless, his face directly above her. She swallowed, "I want you to fuck me, Gio. Fuck me like you hate me," She said firmly. The man practically groaned out, closing his eyes momentarily.
His eyes fluttered open and it was like something shifted in the massive man. It was like his common sense switched off and something animalistic took over. And she confirmed it when he dipped to her neck again, but instead of kissing, he sunk his teeth into her skin, marking her.
His free hand moved down and he loosened his belt, he button on his trousers following and then the zip.
His trousers fell to his ankles and he kicked them off, his shiny dress shoes following. Arabella looked down and she could see how his length was glistening with precum, his tip bright pink and needing to be relieved.
He let go of her wrists and he positioned himself at her entrance, looking up at her as he slowly pushed in, stretching her wide even for his cock. She arched her back, her lips parting as she gripped onto the edge of the mattress.
Then, he groaned and lowered down, peppering her jaw with delicate kisses. But delicacy soon turned to roughness. He gripped her jaw, making her look at him. He kissed her lips and as he pulled away, he said, "Say red if you want me to stop, doll,"
She nodded, clenching her jaw as she felt him push further in. Pain bloomed where they were connected, making her clench around him. He inhaled sharply, "Calmati, tesoro. Yeah, just like that,"
[Calm down, treasure]
Arabella exhaled and unclenched her jaw, taking slow, deep breaths. Giovanni kissed her slowly as he pushed in further, gently. Making her used to him. Giovanni had to let his mind wander so he wouldn't push in in one harsh thrust.
Finally, he bottomed out inside of the girl. She was panting, her eyes shut tightly. Giovanni clenched hard on his jaw, her walls were tight and slick around him and it took everything in him to not fuck her into oblivion.
Arabella whimpered and Giovanni's brows pinched together as he examined her face. Wet, salty tears had run from her eyes into her hair, and the man felt incredibly bad then. Maybe he went too fast, maybe he pushed in to deep, maybe—
"Move, please,"
Giovanni couldn't help but smile. Her eyes fluttered open and she exhaled, blinking away tears. "Sei sicura?"
[Are you sure?]
"Sí, Giovanni,"
Giovanni rolled his hips forward. And Arabella gasped and her face contorted into pleasure, the pain finally washing away. Giovanni's eyes dropped and he smirked, and that's when she knew—Giovanni was going to fuck her senseless.
His cock buried deep inside her with every thrust he did, eliciting meek purrs from the girl. She was digging her nails into his shoulders, her heels pressing into his back. She avoided his eyes, her nervous voice faltered and she shoved her face in the crook of his neck, concealing her pleasure.
Then, he tangled his fingers in her hair and his hips moved faster, his hand pressing her further into his neck, holding her tight to him. His thrusts grew quick and sharp, making her pant everytime he buried himself in her.
"Fuck, baby. You're taking me so well," He praised next to her ear, "So good, doll. You feel so fucking good around me,"
Arabella's teeth sunk into his shoulder and Giovanni audibly moaned, dropping his head as he shut his eyes tightly. Arabella's skin was on fire, a thin layer of sweat making her shine.
"H-Harder, please," She urged into his neck.
"Harder? God, baby. What a dirty thing you are,"
Giovanni pushed himself off the mattress, making her plop down on it. His hands gripped her calves and he lifted them to his shoulders, making the girls eyes widen as she watched him.
Giovanni's forearm pulled her closer. His cock hit deep inside her and she mewled, her clenched fists around the sheets turning white. He moved slowly at first, keeping his eyes on the disheveled girl.
She couldn't contain her sounds anymore, and to Giovanni it sounded like heaven on earth when she let the moans pass through her without restricting them.
"F-Fuck," She stuttered, "Just like that,"
Giovanni's thrusts quickened and the girls back arched twice as much as the first time, her legs growing stiff next to his head.
"You wanna cum?"
"Mhm," She breathed.
"Cum, doll. Cum for daddy,"
Her walls clenched around him and Giovanni threw his head back as he felt her obey, her pussy throbbing around him. Her noises turned to near screams and he fucked her harder during her orgasm, and then her eyes rolled to the back of her head, making Giovanni smirk.
He bended forward, hitting even deeper, he gripped her throat tightly, making her look at him as she shook under him, "There we go," He said, "My threats are never futile, my love."
She half-smiled, deliberately rolling her eyes at the man. Giovanni's lips parted, shaking his head as his smirk turned to a surprised smile, "Sei un tale monello, lo sai?"
[You're such a brat, you know that?]
"Lo so," She replied, her eyes hazy and filled with tears and lust.
[I know,]
Giovanni raised his brows, reaching to where they were connected, taking his cock from her velvet walls. She opened her mouth to protest, already missing the feeling of him inside her.
But Giovanni gripped her left hip, flipping her over. She smiled, and then Giovanni landed a loud, hard slap to her cheek, making her jolt. "Don't fucking move, brat," He ordered. The bed suddenly felt empty and she turned, but could only turn halfway before her she heard Giovanni tsk, "Can never listen, how disobedient,"
She smiled, turning back around. A few seconds later, Giovanni's hands gripped her hips and he lifted them, making her bend her back.
"Now, my love. The only solution I can think of for you not listening to me, is fucking you till you can't think straight enough to disobey me. Would that work?"
Embarrassed, she nodded.
Then she felt him lean over her and his touch hand enclosed around her throat, his mouth brushing against her ear. His voice dropped three octaves, the rasp had tripped as he ordered deeply:
"Use your words, slut,"
"Yes, daddy,"