Broken Promise by M. James
Sofia
“Mine,” Luca murmurs again, and I see his hand go to his trousers, his palm rubbing over the thick ridge that I can see straining against the black fabric. “That’s for the first lie, Sofia.”
I whimper, staring up at him in confusion. What could possibly come next?
“I’ve wondered what that sweet pussy might taste like,” he murmurs, stroking a finger down my inner thigh. His fingertip brushes over the healing cut there, and I shudder. “Do you want me to eat you, Sofia? Do you want me to lick my pussy?”
Oh god.I can’t even form words. Luca starts to unbutton his shirt as I stare up at him, revealing his muscled chest button by button, the smooth tanned skin there making my mouth go dry all over again with desire. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, chiseled like a movie star, every perfect inch of him made for women to lust after. I don’t want to be one of those women, just another in the long line that’s passed through his bed, but it’s impossible to deny how I feel right now. How, if I lost the last shred of control I’m clinging to, I’d beg for him inside of me again.
He slides down the bed as his shirt falls open, his hands on my inner thighs as he spreads me wider, and I feel his warm breath on my skin as he breathes in deeply. My face flushes red as I realize that he’s breathing in my scent, that in a moment, he’s going to taste me. No one has ever done that—before Luca, I’d only ever been kissed before, and not well. I never even imagined letting a man put his mouth on me there. But suddenly, Luca’s lips are brushing across me, and not only is he not turned off by it, I swear I hear him groan as his tongue flicks out to drag along the crease, not quite delving deeper yet.
He pulls back slightly, his hands sliding inwards, and then to my horror, he spreads me open with his fingers, displaying me lewdly right in front of his eyes. He can see all of me, I realize, my skin burning as Luca takes in the sight of my pussy spread open for him like a feast.
I’m so distracted by it that I can’t stop my reaction when he licks me for the first time, his tongue running from my entrance up to my clit in a long stroke that makes me cry out, a sound that turns to a breathless gasp as the new sensation washes over me. I’ve never felt anything like it before, never even imagined it. I writhe helplessly under his touch as his tongue circles my clit, lapping at the small, aching bud until I’m whimpering with a pleasure I never thought existed. I can feel myself starting to slip away, my determination not to give in, not to let Luca know how good it feels, fading into nothingness as his tongue licks and teases me to the edge of orgasm again.
“Oh—oh, god!” I shriek as he flutters it around my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance. Luca jerks back immediately, sitting up between my thighs with a satisfied smirk on his face as I writhe helplessly on the bed, my hips arching upwards for a mouth that’s no longer there.
“Please—oh god, please—” I bite my lower lip hard, trying to stop myself from begging for more. Every inch of my body feels electrified, brought to the peak twice now and then denied. I look at the gorgeous man kneeling between my legs with the kind of desperation I’d never thought I would ever feel for anything sexual in my life.
“Do you want to come?” He strokes my inner thigh, and I squeeze his hand between my legs. “So needy. So wet. Tell me what you imagined when you touched yourself, Sofia. Tell me what turned you on so much that you had to make my pussy come without me there.”
“Luca—” I gasp his name as he pulls his hand back, reaching for his zipper and drawing it down slowly. “Luca, please, I can’t take any more.”
“Then just tell me.” He taps his fingers on my mound, and I whimper. “Did you like my mouth on you? Did you like feeling my tongue while I ate you out?”
I bite my lip hard, refusing to answer. To tell him yes, oh my god, yes, it felt so fucking good, which is exactly what’s running through my head right now.
“That was for the second lie.” Luca smiles. “And this is for the third.”
He pulls his cock out then, and I can feel my eyes widen when I see it in his hand. He’s impossibly hard, thick, and more erect than even on our wedding night, and I can tell that what he’s doing to me is turning him on, too. I can see the fluid shimmering at the tip, and Luca reaches up, spreading it around with his thumb as he strokes himself once, very slowly, his hand resting at the base and squeezing.
“You said you wouldn’t—” I can’t finish the sentence. If he decided to thrust every inch of himself into me right now, I wouldn’t be able to say no. I want relief, an orgasm, and I’d take anything that would give it to me. My body is trembling with it, wound taut, but deep down, I’m terrified of how I’ll respond if he does, how much I’ll give him if Luca decides to fuck me right now. Please don’t, I think desperately, and then in the same moment, oh god, please, yes.
I’ll lose it if he does. I’ll come screaming around his cock, and he’ll know then exactly how much I want him, what I was thinking about when I lost control and touched myself.
But if we ever have sex again, I want him to lose control too, like he did for a moment on our wedding night. And the Luca kneeling between my legs right now is entirely in control. Every inch of him is tense and rigid with it, perfectly disciplined. It’s me that’s losing it, squirming on the bed with desperate need.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Luca repeats. “But you’ll wish that I would by the time I’m done.”
He moves forward, his thick length gripped in his fist, pushing my legs even farther apart to make room so that I’m completely spread-eagled. I can feel my pussy spread open for him, my clit lewdly on display, the cool air of the room brushing over my soaked flesh as Luca’s hips push forward—and the head of his cock presses against my clit.
I scream. All of the need bubbles up inside of me as I feel the velvet head pushing against my aching, wet, over-sensitive skin, and my hips arch up, grinding against him, wanting more.
“Be still!” Luca’s voice fills the room, commanding, ordering, and I freeze, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I think surely he can see it. “Don’t fucking move,” he warns. “Or I’ll do this to you every night. I’ll tie you up in bed and leave you wet and begging every morning, and you’ll stay there until I come home.”
He’d do it. At that moment, I absolutely believe that he would. And so, against every instinct I have, I lie perfectly still as the gorgeous man between my legs looks down at my exposed pussy, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit as he groans with pleasure.
I’m completely gone. He’s so fucking handsome, his black button-down shirt hanging open to reveal his muscled chest, his forearm flexing as he strokes his shaft, rubbing the tip against me in small circles. His eyes are dark and full of emotions I can’t name—lust, anger, frustration—all of which I can feel emanating off him in waves. This is a man with wealth, with power, with a thousand men and more at his command, and right now, I’m completely under his control, too.
But no matter how much he might say I’m here for punishment, he wants me just as much. I can see the evidence of that right in front of my eyes, thick and hard and throbbing as Luca’s gaze rakes over my naked, quivering body again and again as he rubs me to the edge of orgasm for the third time, this time using his cock like a sex toy until I’m moaning helplessly, wishing more than anything that this will be the one where he lets me come.
But of course, right as I start to tense, gasping, Luca pulls back, his hand still firmly on his cock as he moves backward.
I almost burst into tears with frustration, my eyes burning as I stare up at him. “Please,” I whisper. “I need to come. Please.”
The words slip past my lips before I can stop them. Luca’s hand doesn’t move, not stroking, just holding his cock, pointing it at me like a weapon.
“Whose pussy is that?” His voice is hoarse, the way it was on our wedding night.
“Yours,” I whimper. I know what he wants to hear, and I’d say anything now if he’d let me orgasm. Almost anything—
“Can you come without my permission?”
I stare up at him, confused. Is this real? Is my husband really telling me I can’t—
“Can you—”
“No!” I moan. “No, I can’t. I’m sorry, Luca, please—”
“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?”
I shake my head mutely. I won’t say it, I won’t—
Luca leans forward, pushing the head of his cock against my clit again and holding it there. I can feel the heat of it, the slick wetness, my arousal and his mixed together. “I’ll leave you like this all night,” he says darkly. “Tell me, Sofia. What were you—”
“You!” I almost scream the word, my body shuddering and aching all over, the pleasure crossing over into something that’s nearly pain. “I was thinking about you, on our wedding night, and, and—”
“And what?” His cock pushes against my clit harder, and I squeal with pleasure.
“You coming on my ass, oh my god Luca, please—”
He laughs, his face twisting in a smirk as he pulls back again, moving backward until he’s too far away to touch me with any part of his body. “Go ahead,” he says, almost contemptuously. “Make yourself come if you can.”
I’m too far gone to be embarrassed, too far gone to think twice. Before he can take it back, I manage to get my hands down from over my head, my wrists still bound together, and shove my hands between my thighs, my fingers plunging into my pussy as I rub my clit madly, fingers slipping against my soaked skin.
I come in seconds. Almost as soon as my fingers are in my pussy it starts to spasm. When I touch my clit I arch upwards with a moan that’s practically a scream, writhing on the bed and grinding against my hands as I orgasm for what feels like forever, the pent-up need spilling out of me as I come and come and come.
And Luca watches the entire time. When I finally go limp on the bed, staring up at him in a daze, he laughs. And then he leans forward, yanking the belt free of my wrists.
“Go clean yourself up.”
I look at him, confused. He’s still rock-hard, his hand still gripping his cock, but he makes no move to do anything more. I’d expected him to jerk off on me the way he had the night before our wedding, but he looks annoyed now, glaring at me.
“Fucking go, Sofia. Clean up.”
“Aren’t you—aren’t you going to—” my gaze flicks down to his erection. My pussy throbs traitorously as if I hadn’t just had one of the biggest orgasms of my entire life, as if I want Luca to fuck me.
At this point, I don’t have the slightest fucking idea what I want.
“Of course,” Luca says. “But not with you. Go clean up while I finish myself off.”
“I—” I swallow hard, managing to slide off of the bed. My legs feel as if they won’t hold me up, and as I take a tentative step back, Luca turns to lean back against the pillows, his hand starting to slide up and down his cock in slow, firm strokes. His shaft is glistening, and I realize with fresh embarrassment that it’s my wetness he’s using to get himself off, left from him rubbing against me.
“Go!” he snaps, and I retreat quickly, rushing into the bathroom as hot tears gather in my eyes for some reason I can’t entirely explain.
I hope he’ll be done by the time I’m finished. I turn on the shower, so I won’t have to hear his groans, tears sliding down my cheeks as I step under the water. I don’t know why I’m so upset, why I feel as if I’m choking with the tangled rush of emotions rising up in me, why I feel rejected that Luca is in the bedroom jerking off without me, that he doesn’t even want me there.
I’m not supposed to want him. You hate him, I remind myself, and somewhere deep in my head, I’m sure I still do. But right now, I don’t feel that. All I can think about is that my husband is in our bedroom pleasuring himself, and he doesn’t even want to look at me while he does it.
I walk back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped tightly around myself, just in time to see Luca tossing a wad of tissues into the wastebasket next to the bed. My gaze follows him, and he smirks at me as he stands up, still completely nude, his cock now softened as he strides towards the dresser.
“I told you,” he says as casually as if nothing unusual happened this past hour, as if he didn’t just torture me with pleasure until I lost my mind, “that you would have to earn this, Sofia, if you want it.” He turns towards me, stepping into a pair of black silk pajama pants. “You said you didn’t want me. But you were lying.” He strides towards me, reaching beneath my chin and tilting it up as I clutch the towel against my breasts. “You acted as if you hated it when I bent you over the couch when I came all over your ass. Like I’d violated you. But you were lying then, too, weren’t you? Don’t bother lying again,” he adds, as my cheeks flush red. “You admitted it earlier. If you want my cock again, Sofia, if you want my cum all over you, then you’re going to have to earn it. Just like you’ll have to earn your place here, as my wife.”
My mouth drops open, and Luca laughs. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m tired of your rebellion, Sofia, when all I’ve done is try to keep you alive, try to keep you safe. I rescued you from the Bratva, rescued you from Rossi, married you and fucked you and offered you money and luxury and everything you could possibly want here. And you still act like a spoiled child, like I’m imprisoning you, torturing you. Keeping you against your will, when all I’m doing is keeping you alive.”
He jerks his hand away from my chin, stepping back, and the contemptuous glare is on his face again. “I have responsibilities. People are relying on me and pressures that you couldn’t possibly imagine. A woman has died, Sofia, a woman who cared about me, who treated me like her son, and you’re playing games. So if you want me, then grow up. Take your place as my wife. Learn a lesson from Caterina, and accept the hand you were dealt in this life. But until then, I’ll do with you as I please. And I’ll take my pleasure where and how I please, too.”
I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes again. “You fucked someone else last night, didn’t you?” I whisper. “That’s why you didn’t come home. You wanted to sleep with another woman, but you didn’t want to bring her here. So you went to some hotel, and—”
“That’s none of your business.” Luca turns away, climbing into bed.
“Just tell me!” I swallow hard, trying not to shriek at him. “I just want to know—I have a right to know—”
His upper lip curls. “You have no rights, Sofia, other than what I give you. If I choose to fuck a dozen women, it’s not your business. If I choose not to, that’s not your problem either.” He reaches over, turning off the bedside light, and casting the entire room in darkness as he slides down, rolling onto his side.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. I suggest you do the same.”
The sudden coldness feels like a shock to my system, even though by now, I know it shouldn’t. Luca has been this way since the night I woke up in this very bed—cold then hot, and then cold again. He doesn’t love you, I remind myself as I choke back the tears and go to my own side of the bed, thankfully very far away from him. He never will. What he just did to you was a game. A way to exert his power over you, and nothing more. He doesn’t want you.
It shouldn’t hurt. None of it should. But as those thoughts run through my head, circling back on themselves over and over again as Luca’s light snores punctuate the silence, I can feel the tears dripping down my cheeks.
My freedom from this place can’t come soon enough.
