The Italian Dom by N.J. Adel

CHAPTER 40

Nicky

 

I chuckled in the dark as I felt Dom’s hand on the small of my back, guiding me to God knew where. We were still in the villa downstairs, but I couldn’t see where we were going. “Is the blindfold absolutely necessary?”

His breath tickled my neck as he nuzzled me there. “Don’t you trust me?”

We’d opened our hearts to each other, revealed all our dark secrets and, after a long path of hate, came out in love. Of course I trusted him. “Umm, no.”

He spanked me. “Bad girl.”

I bit my blood red lip—a shade of lipstick I’d learned was Dom’s favorite—grinning, as my heels echoed on the floor. “Would Daddy punish me tonight?”

His fingers dug in my ass. “Yes.”

“Good,” I moaned.

“But after I give you your surprise.”

A door squeaked open, and the cold air stung my face. By the smell of the new peonies I’d planted and the crunching sounds of my heels, I’d say we were heading for the back garden that led to the beach.

The sea breeze confirmed the path as he told me to watch my step. “Are we there yet?”

He held my hand in his and set one arm around my waist. “Yes. Just four steps up.”

I felt my way up to what must have been the pergola I wasn’t a fan of and wanted to replace with a fountain. He ushered me to the left and told me to sit. Then he took the blindfold off.

I opened my eyes to a different scene from what I’d expected. It was the pergola, but there were purple, chiffon curtains draping over it like a canopy. Baby light strands swirled over the cast stone pillars elegantly. In front of me, there was a prepared feast for two on the table and a bottle of wine. Rose petals scattered everywhere on the marble and all the way down the beach bridge. “Wow. When did you do all that? You never leave my side.”

His smile lit his perfect face as he inserted his hands in his pockets, leaning his back against a pillar. He looked stunning in a black suit and white shirt, his olive skin beautiful under this light. “When you took your nap.”

“It’s beautiful, Dom. Maybe I won’t get rid of it after all.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He inclined his head with a smirk. “Can we say the same about the blue room?”

I laughed. “Well, that for sure is gonna…stay.”

“Stay?” His eyes popped with excitement.

“It kinda grew on me.”

He sighed in relief. “Fantastico.”

“Actually, I thought about using it tonight. I have a surprise of my own for you.”

“Davvero?”

“Si, si.”

He approached me and ran a thumb over my cheekbone. “Daddy can’t wait, baby girl.” Just like that he lit my body on fire.

Dom took his other hand out of his pocket and fell down to one knee. I giggled—for the first time since I got here. When I was shipped in cuffs to this place I now called mine, I thought I’d never laugh again. “What are you doing?”

“When you said you wanted a real wedding, I realized I never got a chance to propose right.”

Oh. My heart fluttered. He wanted to give me everything. “But a guy like you never asks for permission or takes no for an answer.”

“That still goes. A guy like me can still go down on one knee and propose to the woman he loves, though, and hope this time she’ll say yes on her own.” He opened a little jewelry box, and there was another ring more dazzling than the one already on my finger. A potpourri of gems nestled between lines of diamonds. “Nicole Sofia Lanza,” he started, and I laughed at the already given last name, as if his possessive self couldn’t for one second unmark me his, “will you marry me?”

“Ummm, you surprised me. I really need time to think.”

He squinted at me, scolding, but he still had his smile. “Allora, we both know I have my ways to persuade you.”

“I don’t need them anymore.” I saw him. I felt him. I loved him. I wanted him. Everything else didn’t matter. He’d kept his promise and made me happy when I gave myself to him. “The answer is yes, Daddy Dom.”

He grinned wide and mashed his lips against mine. “Ti amo, tesoro mio.”

“I love you, too.”

He slid the ring on my right hand. I giggled again. “But I already have a ring.”

“Have two or ten. Have anything you want.” He printed a kiss on the back of my hand. “By the way, I’ve missed the sound of your giggles. I’m glad they’re back.”

We sat together and indulged in this bright evening with all it had to offer. Then he took me to the blue room as I requested. “What’s the surprise, baby girl?”

I took a deep breath to ease my nerves. “I’m gonna need your help to set it up. I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s always good to hear.”

I sucked in another breath and exhaled roughly. “I want to give you my virginity.”

Instantly, his eyes sparkled with the yellow glint that no longer frightened me and only set my panties on fire. They lusted over me as he cupped my ass, squeezing. “Are you sure?”

I didn’t know if I’d ever be sure I wanted to get fucked in the ass, but I wanted to give him the only thing that wasn’t taken away from me. The one thing I had a choice to give. Only for Dom. So I nodded.

He swallowed. “You’re making Daddy so hard, baby girl.”

His erection poked my stomach and sent a delectable shiver down my spine. “Tell me what I need to do, Daddy.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you. It won’t be as easy as that time when I just rimmed you. And without enough preparation, it’s gonna hurt.”

“Are you trying to talk me out of it?”

“I hope not. You don’t know how much I need this.”

Just like I needed Daddy. “Then I’ll happily give it to you.”

He hissed in a harsh breath, his eyes now dark. Then he devoured me in a kiss and ripped off my clothes, his beast out to play. His spanks landed sharp on my ass as he twirled me and pulled my hair. He pushed me onto a Tally Ho chair. My breasts slammed against the padded leather as he parted my legs, my ass in the air. “Stay there.”

His footsteps echoed in the room followed by rustling. Then he came back to me, dangling some restraints for me to see. My heart raced, and my pussy clenched with excitement as he rendered me helpless on the chair, all his for the taking.

He dangled another shiny thing down my face. A butt plug. I gulped. “Is it gonna hurt?”

He nodded once. “But it’ll stretch you to prepare you for me.”

“Okay.” I didn’t like pain, but I’d take it for him. It wasn’t like I had a choice, tied to a chair submissively like that with a vicious animal like Il Coyote—my vicious animal, my beautiful monster—anyway.

My heartbeat banged louder than each of his footsteps as he reached my behind. I heard a pop then a squirt. Then cold liquid rimmed my asshole. I hissed. “Is that lube, actual lube?” Not blood?

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“Prego. Ready?”

I tried to relax and unclench like he taught me. “You tell me.”

He held my butt cheeks and spread me. Then the cold toy tip entered me. I closed my eyes, trying to surrender and welcome the intrusion rather than fight it. He moved it in a circular motion, pushing it deeper. “Hold your breath and take it, baby.”

I obeyed, and with one last push, he slid it home. A gasp ripped from my throat. “Oh my God.”

“Hurts, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers slid across my slit up and down in a tease. “But do you like it?”

I liked my submission to him. His savagery, his control, along with his unexpected gentleness and care. I liked that I was giving him what he desired, what he needed. “Yes, Daddy.”

His wet kisses—along with his spanks—rained down on my butt, marking me, arousing me. Then he glided a finger along the seams of my body and moved to my front. Skin tingling, I strained my neck to look up at him. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, like a fucking striptease, never taking his eyes off me. I drooled, soaking the leather with my pussy already, the pain tolerable, almost pleasurable now.

His fingers tangled in my hair as he took my lips in his. Then his belt chimed when he took it off and unzipped his pants. He freed his long erection and stroked it a couple of time. “You want Daddy’s cock, baby girl?”

Salivating, I nodded. “Please.”

“Open your mouth.”

I throbbed at the command and parted my lips. He pulled my head to him and filled my mouth with his huge cock. “Good girl. Make it nice and wet for Daddy.”

I could barely move in the position he set me in, and there was no way I could take all of him in my mouth without gagging. I did my best, though, hollowing my cheeks to take as much of his as I could. He did most of the moving for me, pulling my head back and forth while thrusting in, fucking my mouth.

He groaned a few curses before he drew back. The veins in his engorged, wet cock throbbed. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the crown. I licked my lips, savoring his taste, drooling some more.

Returning behind me, he glided his finger from my shoulder and down to my butt again. Then he straddled my thighs, his cock hitting my opening.

“What are you gonna do, Daddy?”

“A little warmup.” He rubbed his wet erection on me while his thumb found my clit. “You’re already drenched, naughty girl.”

“I’m Daddy’s little slut. You make me so wet.”

He let out a sexy groan. “You make me so hard, too, baby. Daddy can’t wait to fuck your beautiful culo.”

The friction of his cock, the teasing of my clit and his fucking dirty words set my need for him unbearable. “Please, do it, Daddy. Please.”

Slowly, he freed my ass. I moaned a hiss at the pain and the sudden cold around my hole. Then his fingers touched me with something wet but not as cold and sticky as lube. “What is this?”

“Your own juices, baby. You should see how wet you are.”

What I really wanted to see was him. “Can you bring me to the mirror, Daddy? I want to see you when you’re taking me.”

“Fuck, baby. That’s hot. You got it.” He stepped off me and dragged the chair with me on top as if it weighed nothing, positioning it for the perfect view. Then he stared at me in the mirror, his chest rising and falling with harsh breath. “Fuck.”

His hungry looks sent more gushes of arousal trickling down my thighs. “You like me like this, Daddy? All yours to do with however you want, to fuck however you want.”

With a snarl, he dug his fingers in my back and dragged them down to my ass. Then he gave me a couple of heavy smacks. “Fuck yes.”

He inserted a long finger in my pussy and showed it to me when it was fully coated with my wetness. Then he slithered it inside my asshole in and out. It hurt, even more than the plug, but after a few thrusts, I got used to it. Once I got over the initial shock and the pain, like taking the tip of his cock before, I liked it.

My moans encouraged him to settle behind me and stroke himself, getting ready for me. He pulled my hair and lined his cock right on my asshole. “Daddy will ride you now, baby girl.”

He crammed the crown of his cock inside me, and I hissed, filled immediately. Fuck, how was I supposed to take the rest of his length? “Take it, baby.”

“I don’t think I can. It’s too big. You’ll impale me.” I panicked.

“I never said it’s not gonna hurt, but you’re my good little slut.” He pushed inside me, tearing me open. “You’ll take it for your Daddy because that’s what good little sluts do.”

“But, Daddy, it hurts,” I cried out.

“I’ll make it feel good, baby girl.” He rubbed and circled my clit, getting me wound up with need, while he inched inside my ass. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Your beautiful virgin ass is killing me.”

“It’s all yours, Daddy. You’re the first to ever take it.”

“I’m glad.” He pushed another inch through my moans. “You’re all mine now.”

“Yes, Daddy. All yours.”

He began thrusting, a slow rhythm. As much as it hurt, I loved watching him in the mirror all feral for me, feeling him inside me while I was in my most vulnerable position, invading me with pain and pleasure, dominating me like no other.

“Good girl. You’re taking Daddy’s cock all nicely,” he said, his voice dark and strained, his breath loud in the room.

I screamed as he upped the pace. “Fuck, Daddy, I’ve never been stretched or filled like this before.”

“Yes, baby. Scream for me. Scream for your Daddy, you little slut.”

I cried out louder as he really moved now, fucking me hard, his perfect muscles and sinews tight. He looked so strong, so sexy when he fucked me, when he owned me like that.

With his fingers circling my clit and fluttering inside me, looking like a fucking sex god, his fucking hard cock taking my virgin ass, it was impossible not to lose control even with the pain. “Daddy, can I please come?”

He took his fingers out of me and spanked me. He wrapped my hair around his fist and gripped my hip, fucking me harder. “Not yet, naughty girl.”

“Please, Daddy,” I moaned, hating the void his fingers left in my pussy. “Please…ti prego.”

“Cazzo! You really are naughty. You know you drive me out of my fucking mind when you speak in Italian. Now, you’re fucking begging in Italian…”

I begged again, and he groaned a curse. My tight muscles burned and clenched around his swelling shaft, and I knew he was about to come. While I screamed my lungs out, his hips slammed against me, and with a roar and a rough thrust, the hot gushes of his seed filled my ass.

Panting, he crumbled on my back and rubbed his nose on my sweat. “God, that was good, baby. You’re so good for Daddy.” He rubbed his nose on my back again. “And I fucking love your smell.”

It suddenly hit me that the other cologne that always filled this room was Arminio’s. As if Dom was searching for that one scent that would rise above it, overpower it and finally replace it. “Does it make you forget?” I dared ask.

His head lifted in a jerk, and he stared at me, as if asking how I could have understood. Then his face softened as he seemed to realize the two of us were so much alike. I understood him, his needs, his urges, his scars and pain as much as he understood mine. “Yes, baby.”

Pride and satisfaction took over me. I was happy I was the one—the only one—who got to do that for him. More confirmation that we were made for each other. All our pain wasn’t for nothing. It was preparing us for this intimate connection that wouldn’t have happened any other way.

Still inside my ass, he cupped my pussy. “Now you can come, baby girl. You earned it.”

His fingers didn’t take long before it sent me to the edge. I screamed hard, coming all over Daddy’s hand.