Dirty Love Romance

I lose track of time as Gio continues to position me however he wants–face-down at the edge of the bed, then flipped onto my side. The anal beads remain in my ass, providing extra friction, making me feel fuller than ever as he keeps going. Every now and then, he twists them, a little spike of pain to remind me they’re there, to contrast the pleasure he’s pouring into me.

I lose track of how many times I come, too. At least another two or three times, just from the way he angles his cock at my G-spot, expertly, not letting me stop until I’m moaning and twisting in his arms.

Finally, he starts to thrust faster, his breath speeding up as he nears his own peak. “Fuck. Fuck, Cor, I’m going to come,” he’s murmuring.

I twist my head over my shoulder to watch his face as he finishes, not wanting to miss it. He doesn’t disappoint–he locks eyes with me, watches me as he comes, his face strained, glorious in his release.

“Fuck,” he gasps, still thrusting, though slower now, as his cock pumps cum deep into my pussy. I clench hard around him, milking every drop, and I love the way his cock twitches inside me as he finishes, sensitive as hell.

Finally, he collapses over me, his sweat mingling with mine, both our bodies slick and damp with it. The room smells like sex, and I smell like him, and I can’t breathe in enough of it, this bodily proof that he’s finally claimed me. I’m his.

After a long moment, lying against me with his arms wrapped around me, making me feel warm and safe and all kinds of exhausted, he slides out of me. My body tenses, missing the feeling of him inside me already. I can still feel his cum dripping along my thigh, and the inner walls of my pussy burn faintly from the friction of how long we fucked. It’s delicious, it’s decadent, and it makes me want to fall asleep right here, ropes and all.

“God, you are perfect,” he murmurs.

Then his hands reach around my back, and I feel him start to untie the bonds. When the ropes fall away, I lift my hands, bring them around to rub my wrists gently as he undoes my ankles.

When I’m unrestrained at last, I lie back against the bed, press my lips together, closing my eyes, more relaxed than ever now. “Mmm, Gio…”

Giovanni curls up around me, his warm, strong body enclosing mine, his knees pressed against the backs of mine, his hips curled behind mine, arms wrapped around my shoulders to hold me against him. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists, and he massages them for me, gently, even as he leans in to kiss my earlobe, my jawline, my neck.

“That was amazing,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. I turn toward him, instinctive, and his lips collide with mine, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. I lose myself in that kiss, forget about time and any of the hundred worries piling up over me. I just let myself be here, in this moment, in his arms, feeling our lips move together, our tongues entwine.

When we finally break apart, his eyes catch mine, serious. “Are you…?”

“I’m great,” I say, anticipating already what he’ll ask. “That was…” I shake my head a little, unable to find words. Scary, at first? And then mind-blowing. “Thank you, Gio,” is how I settle for answering. Because anything more would break this spell. Catapult me out of the safe, protected space within his arms and force me to start asking hard questions, questions about what happens now, where we go from here.

With a sinking heart, I remember how this encounter started. What he said before he tied me up and fucked me senseless, into a completely distracted headspace.

“What do we do now?” I murmur, my eyes still locked on his.

He cups my chin in his hand. Kisses me again, slower this time. I close my eyes and submit to the kiss, wanting it to last forever. As long as his lips are on mine, we can’t be forced apart. He won’t leave.

But already, too soon, he’s drawing away, with a reluctant sigh of his own. He doesn’t want to let me go any more than I want him to. And yet, he is. I can tell already.

He pushes off the bed and strides across the room. Fishes in his dresser drawer. I ignore what he’s doing, wanting to extend this moment as long as possible. I watch his backside, admire his sculpted back and the way his waist tapers down to his muscular ass, his long, equally well-defined legs. When he turns back around to pad across the room to my side again, I enjoy that view too, tracing the V of his groin straight down to his cock, still large, even as it hangs at half-mast now, glistening with the evidence of both of our pleasure.

He sits on the bed beside me and hands me something. I take a deep breath. Shut my eyes. Force myself to open them again.

Moment over. I can’t delay the inevitable anymore.

I accept the envelope without looking inside. I don’t need to look to know what this is. My last payment. For our last encounter.

“Your future is in there, Corbella,” he says, with a nod at the envelope between us. Yet neither of us is willing to tear our eyes from the other. “This is it for us. We’re done now.”

I knew it was coming; I’d been bracing myself for it ever since I came back to my senses. And yet hearing that tears a whole new hole inside me. My heart feels like it’s bleeding out within my chest, this hurts so badly.

But I won’t let it show. I owe him that much. He has enough to deal with now.

“Thank you,” I murmur, turning away from him, pushing off the bed. I need to leave while I still can, before I lose it entirely.

“Look in the envelope, Cor,” he says.

Still not meeting his eye, I tear it open. Pull out a check.

Then I freeze in the middle of his bedroom, naked and still damp with sweat from our exertions, and not even caring what I look like, because my brain is overloading with confusion.

The check is for one million dollars.

I spin around, mouth open, gaping at him. “Gio…”

“That’s everything you need. To pay back your stepfather, get yourself out of debt.”

My head is shaking. It takes me a moment to realize that, and another moment to force my vocal chords to work again. “Gio, I can’t accept this–”

“You can. You have to.” He locks eyes with me, narrowing his. “If you don’t, I’ll just wire the money automatically anyway. I have a direct deposit set up, if you recall.”

My cheeks flush. “But…” He watches me without response, waiting for me to finish. I don’t even know where to start. All I can think to ask, after the silence between us stretches thin in anticipation, is, “Why?”

I can’t hold the tears back any longer. It’s all too much. His generosity, his care for me, the unfairness of our situation, the horrible reality that this is the last time I’ll ever see him, ever look deep into those dark eyes of his and lose myself in his gaze. The tears spill over and trace down my cheeks, even as I clutch the envelope to my chest.

“Why do this for me, Gio?” I ask again, still crying, shaking my head, unable to understand.

In one smooth motion, he closes the distance between us, folds his hands around my shoulders to hold me steady. “Why are you crying, Cor?” he counters, his brow knit in confusion.

It takes me a moment to clear my throat enough to answer. While he waits, Gio pulls me into a tight hug. That doesn’t help. I press my face into his chest and take deep breaths, until I have this surge of angry emotion under control.

“I just…” I swallow hard and draw back enough to look up at him fully. “It’s our last time together. After this, we won’t be client and escort anymore, won’t see each other, and I just realized… I’m about to lose the one man I never expected to fall in love with.” I close my eyes, wincing at the admission.

But instead of backing away like I expected, Gio tightens his arms around me. Lifts me off my feet, and kisses me full on the lips, hard, like he’s forcing all the bad feelings away.

When we break apart, I’m staring at him in even more shock than when he handed me a million dollar check.

“Cor.” He shakes his head, laughing. Then he kisses my cheeks. Kissing away the tears still glistening there, I realize. “I love you, but sometimes you can be completely obtuse.” He grins.

I blink hard, frowning. “But you said…”

“I said this was our last night as escort and client. We’re done. I’m paying off your debt–so that you can be free of those shackles.” He touches my cheek lightly, fingers tracing my cheekbone. “I do enjoy tying you up, Corbella, but I don’t want this pretense between us. I don’t want to pretend this is purely a business deal. I’ve fallen for you, too. I want to make this thing between us real.”

There are tears at the corners of my eyes again, but these aren’t sad tears. My voice sounds choked when I respond. “You mean… You’re saying…”

“We can be together now. Truly together, in a real relationship. No more escorting.” He leans in to rest his forehead against mine. We’re so close that I can make out every change of color in his iris, the dark brown that fades to little sunbursts of yellow near the center. “Be with me, Cor. Truly with me.”

“Yes,” I whisper. But that doesn’t seem like nearly enough. “Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat, louder each time, until he’s laughing and I’m shouting. I wrap my arms around his neck, reach up to kiss him, and he lifts me off my feet again as we both sink into that kiss.

Just like that, my entire world changes. The worst thing that ever happened to me, it turns out, led to finding the best man I never saw coming. Already, I feel secure in his arms, knowing that no matter what life throws at me next, I have the best possible man I could ask for beside me, ready to withstand the storm at my side.

When we break away from the kiss, I leave the envelope on the nightstand. I’ll send it to my stepfather tomorrow. Clear this debt hanging over me once and for all. Tonight?

Tonight, I am all Giovanni’s. And judging by the devious smirk on his face, and the way he’s shoving all the toys off the bed to make room for us both to sprawl across it, I’d say he has more than a few celebratory ideas of his own to show me just how completely his I am…