Ruthless Daddy by Bianca Cole
Gia
Ifinish my last spoon of chocolate dessert, feeling more nervous now than I was before dinner.
Fabio had already clarified that he has no intention of letting me go without fulfilling the fantasies we detailed in our text messages. A part of me wants that more than anything, despite the consequences.
Fantasy only takes you so far. Sitting opposite him has made this too real. The betrayal of my best friend is too much, but it’s clear from Fabio’s recent actions he doesn't care much about Aida.
Whenever I stop thinking about the consequences, it feels so natural between us. My few relationships have always been hard work and yet sitting and talking with Fabio is as easy as breathing. Perhaps it’s because he’s mature and understands how life can change so drastically when you’ve lost someone close.
“How was dessert?” he asks, dark brown eyes fixed on me intently.
I smile. “As delicious as the rest of the meal. Thank you.”
He nods. “Alejandro is an amazing chef.”
I shudder as a cool sea breeze gusts through the air, tugging my shawl tighter around me.
“Are you cold?” he asks, eyes almost glimmering in the candlelight.
“A little,” I say, shrugging. “It is only April.”
He smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle attractively. “Why don’t we go inside?”
I hug the shawl around my shoulders tighter. If we go inside, it leads to one thing. A part of me wants this night to go that direction and the other part of me doesn’t. “If you would like,” I say.
Fabio stands and offers me his hand. “It is getting cold.”
I hesitate a moment before placing my hand in his. It’s clear that all the reservations about what we are doing are one-sided. Fabio doesn’t seem fazed about the idea of fucking his daughter’s best friend.
Fabio pulls me to my feet and leads me back into his home, which is now empty. I can only guess that Alejandro left after bringing us our dessert. “Have a seat,” he says.
I sit on the plush velvet sofa and he takes his place next to me. There’s barely a foot between us, and his masculine scent is overwhelming.
Fabio places his hand on my thigh, making me shudder. “You need to relax, baby,” he murmurs, his voice like silk.
I swallow hard as his touch and voice racks my entire body with a desire so strong it feels like I’m going to explode if we don’t fuck tonight. “I need you, Fabio,” I murmur, knowing how dangerous those words are.
A knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “I know, tesorina. All in good time.” He squeezes my thigh before letting go and pouring me another glass of wine. “First, a toast.”
I begrudgingly take the glass of wine from him. “A toast to what?”
He holds his glass of whiskey up and taps it against mine. “A toast to you becoming mine tonight, Gia.”
I raise a brow at him, feeling my stomach twist. “Yours?” I shake my head. “Even if we make those texts a reality, no man will ever own me.”
He chuckles, and it’s not exactly a friendly laugh. “Oh Gia, you have got a lot to learn about me.” Fabio places down his whiskey glass and grabs my throat softly. “I own everything on this island. You will be mine.”
A sinking dread ignites in the pit of my stomach. All this time I’ve been lusting after the man I’ve had a crush on and forgotten about who he is and what he stands for. He’s dark and dangerous. He means what he says. Perhaps I’ve walked straight into a trap, deceived by what appeared to be empathy and an electric chemistry between us.
“Tell me you understand,” he orders.
I swallow hard, wishing he would let go of my throat. “I understand.”
“Good girl,” he purrs before releasing his grip. “In future, I want you to call me sir.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “What?”
His eyes narrow. “I said I want you to call me sir.”
I shake my head. “No,” I reply simply.
He snatches my wine glass out of my hand and sets it down before turning his frantic gaze back to me. “I don’t think you understand what is happening here, Gia.”
I shift away from him on the sofa, which only seems to enrage him.
He grabs hold of my wrist and drags me closer. “I am in charge. What I say goes.” He searches my eyes with a wild look. “I want you to call me sir, and you will.”
I feel a surge of defiance at being told to do something. Discipline was never something my mom taught me as a child, frequently allowed to do whatever I wanted since my mom was so busy with work. “I’d like to see you make me,” I spit.
Fabio smirks. “I love a challenge.” He stands and lifts me off the sofa as if I weigh nothing, forcing me onto my knees. He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. “You’ll learn that I don’t like disobedience, tesorina.” He clamps the handcuffs around my wrists tightly.
“What the fuck—”
Fabio brings his hand down hard against my ass, making me squeal. The force is unforgiving. He does the same on my next ass cheek before lifting the hem of my dress.
I try to fight out of his grasp, but he’s too strong. “Let go of me.”
Fabio spanks my ass again. “Not until I have taught you a lesson, tesorina.”
It’s hard to believe the same man who I’d just engaged in a deep conversation with over dinner is treating me this way. “That’s not how this works,” I say.
He places a finger through my panties and tears them from me. “It’s exactly how it works, baby. I’m going to make you scream all night long,” he says, before plunging two thick fingers inside of me.
My mind recoils at his touch and how fast this all happened, but my body reacts. I feel myself getting wetter as he moves his fingers in and out of me. “So fucking wet, tesorina,” he groans.
My nipples harden, and that desperate desire inside of me grows. I arch my back as he finger fucks me, making me forget all reason. Suddenly, he stops and then spanks my ass again, even harder than before.
The sharp pain only serves as an amplifier to the incredible pleasure he’s enticing from my body. His fingers plunging deep inside of me again, as he hooks them in a way that hits the perfect spot inside of me. My nerve endings ignite, and it feels like I’m on the edge of a cliff, ready to tumble over at any moment.
Never has a man got me to the edge that fast. Fabio backs off the moment he realizes how close I am. “Such a naughty girl,” he says, spanking my ass again. “You love being punished so much you almost orgasmed, but I control those too, tesorina.”
“Is there anything you don’t control?” I ask breathlessly, feeling unsatiated by being left on the edge of climax.
“No,” he says simply. “Come sei bagnata,” he says, telling me I’m so wet in Italian.
I feel him part my thighs further. “What are you—”
He doesn’t allow me to finish the question, burying his face between my thighs. All rhyme and reason float away on a sharp exhale of breath.
It’s so wrong that this man who is old enough to be my father is licking my pussy, and yet it feels so right. “Oh, fuck,” I cry, arching my back as he licks my clit.
Every lap of his tongue sends my senses into overdrive. I feel the edge of climax approaching faster than before. Then he stops.
I groan. “Ti prego,” I beg him in Italian.
Fabio stops and grabs hold of my throat from behind. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
The force of his hand around my throat is strong, but not enough to hurt. “I need to come.”
He chuckles. “Is that right?” He rubs his finger over my clit. “Only good girls get to come and I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” He stops rubbing me and spanks my ass harder than before.
“Fuck,” I cry, feeling the harsh pain radiate through my flesh.
Fabio spanks my other cheek as hard, before burying his face between my thighs again. I have never felt so aroused in all my life.
This man does things to me I never knew possible. The way he doles out the perfect amount of pain and pleasure to amplify the need inside of me is masterful. “Please make me come,” I cry, feeling the frustration build inside of me.
He spanks my ass again before parting my ass cheeks wide.
I gasp as he licks my asshole, making me tense. It’s such a filthy thing to do. “Fabio—”
He spanks my ass again. “No talking. I know you love me licking your asshole because you’re a dirty little girl and I don’t want to hear anything to the contrary.”
I feel my thighs shudder as he continues to lick me. It’s the first time a man has ever ventured to that part of my body, and it feels better than I could have imagined.
The pressure inside of me mounts to unbearable as he rubs my clit at the same time. I grit my teeth, knowing he’s about to send me over the cliff’s edge.
I moan as he doesn’t stop this time, allowing me to relieve the pressure. “Fuck, yes, sir,” I moan, as he sends me over the edge.
Every muscle in my body spasms at the force of the orgasm he just enticed from me. I squirt all over his sofa, making a mess.
It’s beyond thrilling as he spanks my ass, amplifying the pressure. “That’s it, tesorina. Come for me so I can lap up every fucking drop,” he growls, before sliding his fingers into my pussy.
“Fuck,” I cry, shocked at how intense my climax is.
By the time I come down, I can hardly think straight. My body is racked with exhaustion as I slump onto the sofa, face first. The handcuffs are still tight around my wrists, forcing me to stay in the same position.
Fabio spanks my ass again. “Don’t relax as we’ve barely even started.”
He walks in front of me and leans down, forcefully grabbing my chin. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, baby.” He kisses me, forcing me to taste myself.
I moan like a whore, as that’s what he’s turned me into. A dirty whore who can’t get enough.
Despite my pleas for him not to cross that line, he did it anyway. I can’t understand why him ignoring me is a turn on. It’s sick and twisted.
Fabio doesn’t care whether or not I want him to fuck me. He wants me and he always gets what he wants.
“I didn’t say I want you to fuck me,” I point out.
He lets go of my chin and smirks down at me. “Do you think you have a choice?” He shakes his head and grabs his cell phone, pulling up the photos I sent him. “Are you saying these photoes were just to tease me, tesorina?”
I swallow hard as I look at the text messages and pictures I sent him. I did not intend for the photos to tease him, as it is what I wanted. However, the consequences of following through are too much. “No, but I don’t want to hurt my best friend.”
He stows away his phone. “You should have thought about that before you posted your card through my door.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Better yet, before you sent me a picture of your perfect little pussy ready for my cock.” He moves back to stand behind me and spanks my ass hard. “I don’t stand for being teased and girls that tease need to learn true discipline.” He spanks me harder than ever before, making me cry out. “I’m going to make you learn your lesson.”
I hate the way my thighs clench and my pussy aches at the thought of being taught a lesson by him. “You’re insane. Undo these fucking handcuffs now.”
He chuckles. “Oh, Gia. Careful what tone you take with me. I don’t like being told what to do.” He grabs holds of my throat from behind, choking me so I can’t breathe properly. “I take what I want, when I want, you are no different.”
A cold dread creeps through my veins as I realize the dangerous mistake I made ever getting involved with this man. The line I crossed was wrong, but the taboo aspect made me forget to question the man Fabio is.
Dark, damaged, and ruthless. A man that doesn’t care who he hurts if he gets what he wants. I’ve made a grave mistake in more ways than one. “You have problems,” I spit, as he releases my throat.
He ignores me and spanks my left ass cheek hard before spanking my right. He spanks me over and over, wordlessly.
I hate the way the desire inside of me rekindles at his rough, dominant treatment. There’s something very disturbing about my desire to be dominated and disciplined by a man so broken.
