6 comments/ 17946 views/ 10 favorites It's All About Luca By: Cindersglasslipper She walked around the room, bumping shoulders with drunks and teeny boppers, who were lost in dancing the night away. The room was crowded, the haze of smoke made her eyes squint and sting as she pushed past another drunken teenager who was dancing with a drink in their hand. This time however, she didn't manage to escape unscathed and the leather vest she was wearing was soaked with beer. "Fuck," she complained to no one in particular while pushing into the back of some girl, with her ass all over the place, and made for the bathroom. She muttered to herself, all the while thanking her lucky stars she didn't need to use the toilet because of the line of women holding their twats and in various stages of "the pee dance". She slammed the door back on its hinges, startling the group of women into a momentary silence. She moved towards the mirror, ignoring everyone and grabbed for the cardboard like paper towels on the bathroom wall. She annoyingly pushed aside some chick fixated on her looks, gave her the "get the fuck out of my way" look and began to wash her vest before the beer dried stickily into her new purchase. Standing there wiping at her jacket she stopped and thought, Why the fuck am I here? She only agreed to go out tonight because she had to give it one last effort in finding something close to what she had been looking for, only to discover, now as she stands staring into the mirror, that once again she was going home, disappointed and shitty with herself for letting her friends talk her into coming in the first place. Everyone knows that you cannot find 'the one' in a night club, especially 'the kind of one' she was looking for. She balled up the towel and tossed it in the general direction of the bin and pushed past the crowd of over perfumed women and made for the door with the intention of telling her friends she was going home. Once out in the crowded bar, she pushed through the merry makers and headed for the lounge area where she had last seen her friends. She came to the entrance of the room and scanned it quickly looking for a familiar face. At first glance she didn't see her friends, so she took a further step into the room and searched amongst the corner lounges where people were making out or getting more comfortable. She saw Miranda's red jacket, her head diving into a man's kiss and looked for someone else. Not seeing anyone she took a deep breath and moved with rushed, heavy footsteps towards her. Tapping her friend on the back, Miranda turned to look at her, revealing the man's face whose tongue had been shoved down her throat only moments before. Shock, fear and betrayal held her captive for what seemed an eternity; the years had changed him dramatically. His face looked harder and more chiselled then five years ago. Maturity had hardened his body and mind, revealing a depth that she had never noticed before. She could see it in his frame, in the way he held himself and in his eyes, eyes that use to be like steel. Unexpectedly, she saw a humour that was lacking in previous years. However she knew that face like the back of her hand. The look in his eyes may have softened and some of the steel chipped from the edge of his smile, but that resolve was still there, enough to make her stomach muscles clench as a wave of panic and arousal shoot through her. As she stared at him she saw no sign of shock in his eyes or no stiffening of posture at seeing her. It was as if he was expecting her to be there. Her vision was fixed on his face; she couldn't take her eyes from it till she let her own wander over his body, noticing more finely the changes that time had wrought. She had to concede that he looked damn fine, quite edible in fact, until her eyes came to rest on the hand stroking the skin beneath the V of Miranda's shirt. Miranda broke the spell she seemed to be under, "What's up chicky?" She asked of her friend, accompanied by a tug at the base of her vest. She didn't know how long she had been staring at his hand but she replied distractedly. "I'm outta here, Ran." She bent low to kiss the side of Miranda's cheek, as she averted her eyes from his face, noticing the excited blush stained cheeks of her friend. "No Angel, not yet," Miranda complained. "Come, sit down and have a drink with Luca and I." She turned towards Luca with a smile, "Oh, sorry," she gushed without pause, directing her excitement towards him. "You haven't met Angel," giggling, she corrected while shaking her head and blushing deeper, "Angelina, before have you?" She didn't wait for an answer before turning back towards Angel. "Angel, this is Luca. Luca, Angel or Angelina." He extended the same hand that had been playing with the flesh on Miranda's chest, forcing her to take it as he slyly remarked with a twinkle in his eye. "Angelina," he paused, and still holding her hand, sat back further in the booth pulling her closer towards him, "please join us." She squeezed her hand against his palm, trying to gain her balance at his slight pull. As she gathered her composure she smiled kindly towards Miranda, "I would love to Hun, but I'm bushed and I'm headed for home." She deliberately pulled his hand closer towards her body, knowing from past experience that his hand and arm would stay firm. She raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer knowing that her breasts had already begun to harden and fill by simply being in his presence. He fixed his gaze upon them, as she knew he would, and waited until his eyes returned to her face, then mockingly winked at him, commenting ever so innocently, "Besides I wouldn't want to be a third wheel now would I." She dropped his hand like a hot coal and kissed Miranda's cheek again, stood straight and watched the flash of annoyance cross Luca's face. "Night Ran," she whispered with care before turning her gaze in his general direction, she nodded her head, with her eyes slightly downcast, then changed her mind and looked him directly in the eye, letting the past rush up between the both of them, "Luca," she acknowledged, then turned and walked away, with her nerves and her heart shaking uncontrollably. Blindly, she made her way through the lounge area and out onto the dance floor, all the while pushing and shoving people in her attempt to leave his face and the memories behind of the last time she had seen him. She pushed past a bouncer; he grabbed her arm to steady her before she fell to the floor. It wasn't the bouncer's face that crossed her vision; it was Luca holding her arm firmly after she managed to escape his room and the bed in which she had been tied to five years earlier. Hot tears threatened to spill as she climbed into the taxi and gave her address. She sat back quietly watching the door to the club, in part hope and fear that his face would be seen as the taxi pulled away from the curb. However, no face watched her leave and the memories flooded her vision along with the tears that now silently spilled from eyes so crystal blue. She'd gone to his apartment deciding to surprise him after he had complained of a long day at work and raided the chest of toys. He had called her earlier in the day and said he wouldn't be able to see her that night as he was working back late and their wedding plans would have to wait till the following night. Angel was in love with Luca and wanting to surprise and please him, she decided to wait for him in his room. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself to the bed after putting on a sexy little outfit that Luca had purchased for her for their engagement. She loved the feel of it against her body and felt wicked with the slit in the underwear that displayed her neatly shaved pussy to his view. She'd turned the lights off and was displayed upon the bed, laying there in wait of the man she loved. Whilst tied to the bed, Angel thought about how far she had come in the four years they had been together. How innocent and naïve she had been about sex and relationships, but all that had changed with Luca and his appetite. She had learnt, much to her delight, that sex could be so much more then just the two of them and at times, was based on a mutual need to include others. She found that when they were together with others, she didn't mind that Luca put himself inside others or that he requested of her to be with other men and woman, as she could always look across and see the pride in his eyes as he watched her being fucked by someone else. Their sexual relationship became that of Dominance and submission. He dominated and she willing submitted. She couldn't believe the joy that it had brought her or the discovery of self that came with it. She felt happy and content and loved Luca with everything within her. She knew she would do anything for this man until, tied down that night in his bed, when she heard the front door open, the sounds of giggling, and then the sudden harsh slap to skin. Angel struggled with the restraints that she had so painstakingly fixed to herself whilst she heard every heartbreaking noise coming from the lounge room, as tears of pain, desperation and frustration coursed down her face. When she finally released herself from the prison of her own making, she stood in the doorway, devastated as she watched Luca push the woman down across the kitchen table and hold her there with a hand in her hair, the flat of his palm forcing her face down. The woman could see Angel, with her head turned towards her, and the same anguish appeared on the woman's startled face, but no words of warning fell from her mouth as her skirt was lifted up over her bare ass and Luca's hand started slapping at her pale white cheeks. As the woman sobbed her misery and pain away Luca pulled his cock from his pants and shoved it deep inside the woman as he began to fuck her hard and ruthlessly with frustration and anger. She knew this style of fucking and it was a punishment fuck only. She knew at that moment that there was a history here as much as she knew within her heart that there was no way she could deal with the betrayal she was feeling. Luca's hands moved towards the woman's head and there was no love or compassion in the way in which he was holding her. It was a lesson and a lesson only. At this point Angel's anger and pain knew no bounds, she raced across the room, not so silently, launching herself at him with arms flaying and slapped his head as hard as she could. She followed through with a push so hard that when he went to turn towards her he tripped over. She lent over him and began to punch him as hard as her heart would allow and screamed abuse at him. She called him vile, disgusting names in her agony. He flipped her over and pinned her down, trying to explain; but there was nothing to explain in Angel's eyes. The man she loved and planned to live an unconventional life with, was fucking someone else in a way that he'd promised was reserved just for her. "How could you!" She had screamed while her heart had shattered. "You promised me, Luca," she had sobbed while hitting out blindly at him. "You promised it would only ever be with each other, never alone," She yelled at the top of her lungs, "NEVER EVER WHEN WE WERE ALONE IS WHAT YOU SAID!" He had grabbed her face between his hands and tried to quieten her with his words of love, but for her, it was too much, it was all in front of her face and there was no reasoning. He bent his head to kiss her and she turned her face away, struggling under his weight, but off she pushed him with a strength that she did not know she possessed. She stumbled to her feet and grabbed at her jacket hanging over the back of the chair that Luca, in his fucking frenzy, had been to busy to notice before. She grabbed her hand bag and headed for the door. He had grabbed her arm to prevent her leaving so hard that for weeks afterwards the bruise that she normally would have admired made her ache so deeply within. "Angelina," he had pleaded with her, "please let me explain. This is not what you think it is." In that moment the tears had stopped and calm had descended upon her, she laughed at his comment. "So you didn't have your dick in her? Is that right Luca? You going to tell me I only imagined it?" "No," he shook his head, "that's not what I meant baby." She put her hand up to stop any further explanation. "Never alone Luca, always with each other, that was the one rule." She paused for breath and pointed her finger in his chest, "Your rule Luca, you broke it!" She slipped the ring from her finger and held it out to him. "Take it, the weight of it on my finger is to painful, take it and leave me alone Luca." He refused to accept the ring and she dropped it on the floor and with as much dignity as she had left, she pulled her jacket close around her and walked out of his life forever.. *** "That'll be $15.00 even love." Angel had to shake herself from the thoughts of the past and dug around in her purse until she found a wad of notes rolled up at the bottom of her evening bag and pulled a $20 from it and handed it to the taxi driver. "Thanks and keep the change," she replied as she gathered her coat around herself ready to vacate the taxi. "Love," the taxi driver said, "no man is worth your tears." She had to laugh at that, as Luca's words from the first time he had punished her and made her cry haunted her once again "Angel, no man other then me will ever deserve or get the beauty of your tears ever again." He had said it like a caress and had spent the next ten minutes quietening her down by licking the tears as they fell from her eyes tasting every one of them, making them apart of him as much as a part of her and her punishment. "Your right, Mr," she said now on a deep breath. "No man is worthy of my tears." With a watery smile and newly dried tears on the sleave of her jacket, she wished him a good night and walked up to the door of her little house. Once inside Angel threw her jacket to the chair, it missed but she just didn't care and let it stay where it landed on the floor. She went into the kitchen and put the jug on out of habit, then went to the lounge room and fixed herself a drink from the little bar she kept stocked for herself and her friends. She pulled the elastic from her hair and let it tumble down her back until it reached the base of her spine. She swallowed the drink down in one long gulp then shook herself as it burnt her insides. "Fuck it," she thought and poured another scotch, something in which she always had stock of but never ever drank. She kicked her shoes off and left them in the middle of the floor. With drink in hand, she walked to the window and looked out upon the pond in her yard, letting her mind drift to the good times she had once known with Luca. Time melted away slowly as she drifted from memory to memory of a time that was so good so long ago. She had managed over the years to suppress the memories as much as they could be suppressed and wondered if it was the recent thinking about him that had drawn him back into her life again. She tilted the glass to her lips, only to find it empty with no memory of drinking any of it at all. She walked to the bar to fill it again. As she poured she splashed some over the edge of the glass and laughed about it before downing it in one gulp. As she lifted the bottle again, she paused for the first time and really thought about the meeting that they had just had. The glass filled, she carried it to the lounge and sat down. "How the fuck did he know I was there," she mused aloud and then she frowned. "The fucking bastard knew I was there." The more she stared into the glass the more she knew somehow that it was a set up, that he had set the whole thing up but why, she thought, why now after all this time. Her thoughts were cut short by the chiming of the door bell and distractedly she got up with glass in hand, not bothering to check the peep hole, she pulled the door open and just stared at his face once again. "What do you want Luca?" "Well a, hi how are you, or a please come in would be good. I see you have forgotten your manners in the last few years." Her only response to that was a rising of the eyebrows and a more determined stance that blocked him from viewing anything beyond her front entrance. "What, not going to let me in baby?" He asked as he put his arm across her door way, challenging her to step back. She only stiffened her spine and rose up higher glaring at him. "Come on baby, I know you've reasoned it out by now, and are dieing to know why I was there looking for you." Oh nice you bastard, is what her eyes said, however she continued to glare at him and managed to look down her nose at him somehow while still looking up at him. "How the fuck do you know where I live?" He smiled, "All questions will be answered upon on an invitation inside my sweet one." She shook her head at his audacity, lifted a shoulder, turned her back on him and walked down the hallway to her lounge room where she plonked herself down on the lounge. With as much insolence as she felt building inside her, she picked up her glass and waited for him to follow her into the room. Nerves on edge she waited for him to finish walking through her house, inspecting her possessions, lifting this and opening that. She felt as though her home was being raped by his eyes and fingers and shivered as another memorable evening flashed across her vision causing her to shift her position on the lounge. She wound her feet up and under her in a way in which let her slump to one side with her elbow resting on the arm rest next to her. It was a position in which she knew full well he hated. She smiled to herself at all the things she'd had to unteach herself over the last few years. It was the little daily rituals he'd have her do and somehow had managed to instil within her. She hadn't even noticed that she did them automatically when he was or wasn't around her, until that night. She had no choice but to learn to forget about them for she couldn't bare the thought of acting them out without him there praising her for them. Lost in mid thought, she didn't notice him until he sat down on a chair in front of her, watching her with those sharp brown eyes. All over again, she didn't know where to look while in his company or what to say to this man of betrayal. Instead she took a healthy slug of her drink and fought back the tears that threatened with the choking burn that was paralysing her throat. When she had her breathing back under control enough not to choke out words, she asked the question on her mind most. "Why were you looking for me, Luca?" He leaned back in his chair, watching her in silence, until she made contact with his eyes. It was a big mistake, concentrating on the glass, instead of his face, she lifted it to her lips to sip slowly this time at her drink. "You really have lost your manners while in my absence, haven't you Angel?" Her only reply was to salute him with her glass and smile smugly at him. When he realised no offer would be forthcoming he got up and approached the bar taking notice of the spilt Scotch that was on the counter top. He looked closer at the bottle, noticing the dust that had settled on the bottle, more closely he looked at the lid and found too evidence of dust. Knowing Angel was not a big drinker, he realised that this bottle had been sitting there for quite some time un-opened. He reached for a glass, as he was pouring he remarked casually. "Nice to see you still keep my brand in house, Angel." He heard her snort and pushed the point further. "Were you keeping it here for my return?" His eyes never left the glass he was pouring into, however the slamming of her glass down on the side table left him in no doubt that he had hit a nerve. Her feet hitting the floor as she got up to look out the window while keeping her back to him, confirmed his suspicions. Her arms wrapped protectively around her middle made it impossible for him not to see that she was still hurting. It's All About Luca He heard her sigh just before she resignedly asked, "What do you want, Luca?" He waited until he was sitting again and more comfortable before replying. "What I want is for you to turn around and look at me, drop to your knees and crawl over here begging for forgiveness over the misery you have made for each of us for the last five years." Turn around and look at him she did, with a mixture of shock, disgust and disbelief. The stress and the pressure she had been feeling since seeing him made her yell at him for the first time in five years. "Yeah Luca," she spat harshly, "It's entirely my fault that you had your dick in that bitch's pussy isn't it. I drove you to it, with my unwillingness and by not letting you do and have what you wished, when you wished and how you wished it." She paused only to gather more breath. "Well fuck you Luca, its never going to happen! The days of me crawling to you are well and truly over sweetheart." All the while he just sat there coolly sipping his scotch listening to her tirade. "You know what, Luca, get the fuck out of my house." She went to move down the hallway to open the door for him and found herself quickly, and without warning, pinned against the wall with Luca's hands holding her head by the roots of her hair. His face was inches from her own. This close to him she could smell him and how good his scent was. Being this close to him bought back sensation after sensation; it was always the same thing that happened when she was near him. She began to get aroused by his maleness, by the strength and power that she knew he was capable of inflicting and using against her; the same feeling she always felt so hopelessly lost against, so hopelessly drawn to. She let herself feel him as his body pressed hard against her own; she felt herself sag under him and looked up into his eyes to see if he felt it too. He leaned in and kissed her, not even kissed her, but raped her mouth with his lips and tongue like he had never done before, even when she was being punishingly fucked by him. As always, the harshness of his touch set the woman off with in. The sexual need she felt stirring within her was hard to resist as no man since had even got close to making her feel what his lips could do to her with just one kiss. Dangerously close to accepting him and wrapping her legs around his hard body, she pushed desperately against him, bringing her knee up to kick him in the balls. He however was ready for this and grabbed her by the throat pushing her further into the wall. There was no fear of him hurting her, she knew his control, knew he wouldn't really hurt her, he was just holding her, containing her, empowering himself over her, letting her know who it was that had the greater control. She hated admitting to herself but there was no denying that she was as turned on by him and his ways, as he was by her and her ways. Slowly she lowered her knee and felt the pressure on her neck tighten, forcing a tear to roll and her face to feel as though it was on fire. He held her like that for a moment more before he released the hold on her gradually, but never completely letting go of her fragile throat. He still held her against the wall, while quietly explaining. "You owe me the right to explain that night. I have waited long enough for you to come to me, Angelina, I am not waiting another five years for you to come to your stubborn senses." He let go of her suddenly causing her to slide a little down the wall. She stared blindly at nothing and was relieved that he wasn't touching her, but was disgusted with herself that so quickly, feelings contained for so long, could be allowed by her to come rushing back with just one touch. Emotions high she daringly stated, "I owe you nothing you bastard." He turned away from her quickly making her flinch at his sudden movement. He went and sat down on the chair until she moved back into the room. When she took up her spot at the window he continued on. "That kiss, the way your body reacted, that I can smell your cunt from here and the fact that no man has ever stayed more then two and a half hours here tells me, Angelina, that you do owe me an explanation sweetheart." She turned once again from shock and bewilderment, trying to ignore the cunt comment as she could smell herself and focused on the larger issue instead. "You've been watching me?" She accused. This time it was his turn to salute. "Did you think I wouldn't, Angel? Did you think after all we had shared, how much we had loved each other, that I wouldn't be watching. After all this time, Angel, there is still no man in your life that has come back twice, why is that?" She screwed her face up and turned back to the window shrugging her shoulders. "You seem to know me so well Luca, why don't you tell me what the fuck is going on in my head." "You swear at me one more time or speak to me like that again, in that tone, and we are going to have some real issues Angel." She refused to look at him in fear of giving away the excitement that threat had caused in her already taut body. He continued on at her silence knowing full well she was debating even now the merits of swearing at him again. "It tells me, Angel, that you can't get what you want and need from anyone else. It tells me too that you still hold a place for me in your heart. It tells me too, Angel, that you still aren't ready to move on and accept another man in my place. I fear, Angel, that I have ruined you for any other man's enjoyment." She knew he spoke the truth, hell she had been there, she was the one who'd laid listlessly underneath the very few men she had brought home in an attempt to put some normalcy back into her life. She was nearly 30 for god sake and still couldn't find a man with one tenth the amount of sexual expertise that Luca had given her. "It's just sex, Luca. I do have blood in these veins and find I need a warm body every now and again, as opposed to something other then a battery operated machine, You'd appreciate the need, Luca," she turned her head to look at him. "I'm sure your hands are still as calloused as they ever were." He laughed loudly. "Ah Angel, how venomous your tongue has gotten. But tell me can they give you the rest too baby? Can they give you the stability you need, the organisation and the control that you feel when I am controlling you?" Her mind screamed at her, No they fucking cant you prick, her mouth simply said, "Well if they had of, Luca, there wouldn't be a need for you to feel like you have to keep an eye on me anymore would there? What happened, Luca? Your little slut leave you and you're looking for another to fill her place?" He walked up behind her and put his arms on her shoulders. She jumped at the contact even though she could see him coming up behind her in the reflection of the window. He trailed his big warm hands down her arms and mistakenly she leaned back into him, feeling the security and warmth his body had always made hers feel. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feeling. "Ahh Angel," he whispered, "she was never my slut, and the only person I ever belonged to was you." Memories too painful to want to think about flooded her vision so she pushed away from him with a sob that was soul deep. She flung herself across the room away from him, from his touch, knowing she couldn't be trusted unless she kept her distance from him. "I was it, was I?" she cried brokenly and let him see the tears that still fell for them, for the life that once they could have had. "If I was it, Luca, then why? Why did you lie to me that night? Why were you fucking her without me? Would you ever have told me? Would I have had to look at her across some room and have her know, everyone know, but me? If I was it, Luca, why break the trust we had built between us?" Through her tears she stared at him voicing her pain and anguish still at the memory of that woman's face as Luca fucked into her. His voice soft, his hands positioned against each other he asked, "Are you ready to hear it now, Angelina?" "It's why you're here isn't it, Luca, to tell me? To give me an excuse." He sighed and walked back to the bar, tilted his glass towards her, to which she shook her head no. He poured himself another drink. "Will you at least sit down while I tell you this please?" She wanted to hear his side of things, but she also wanted to run and hide at the same time. However, she did what she thought she would never do, she sat down on the lounge and waited with her hands in her hair, elbows on her knees and resting her forehead against them in preparation for the worst. He moved over to sit next to her on the lounge. "Don't touch me, Luca." she said warily as she looked at him sideways. "I couldn't bare it. Just don't touch me." He conceded that point and put the glass at the side table next to him; she went back to contemplating the floor through her hands and waited for this tale to begin. "Do you remember that Dom Brian who I had been talking about, the one that had the problem with his sub?" Angel cast her mind back to that time frowning and shaking her head. "Yes something vague about him thinking she was screwing around on him." He nodded his head. "Yes, well the woman you saw me with was her. Her name was Eliz." She cut him off quickly and forcefully. "I don't want to know her name, Luca." If she had been looking at him she would of seen the smile that he gave her in return and was relieved in his own mind that at least she still did care enough not to put a name to that face. "He asked me to set her up for him, test it out, and see if she was willing to go home with a man. If she did he asked me to punish her in a way that she wouldn't forget." He laughed bitterly at himself, "She never forgot Angel, never once in the last five years has she forgotten what she had done and what all three of us have done to you." She looked up at him, tears still in her eyes, understanding was there too. She could understand the situation perfectly, she had been involved with the lifestyle for too many years not to know how it could work and how one man could ask another to do that to their sub, their woman. She shook her head. "That's fine Luca. I understand that, I can even understand why you would do it for him. I wouldn't have had an issue with it, but Luca, you didn't tell me on the phone that afternoon, and in fact you lied to me and said that you were working back. You had no trust in me, in telling me; even now, Luca, the story doesn't change what you did to me. Cant you see that." "No, I can see that it doesn't, Angel, but you need to know I always planned on telling you. My plans were to come home that night get changed and go to your place and let you know what was happening. I didn't for the life of me believe that I would be picking her up after one night. I thought stupidly, apparently, that it would take a couple of nights but she was so easy, and when I put it out there, and she accepted, I couldn't back down. There was no way to reach you by then, it was too late. We were in the car on the way to my place and I had to keep the pretence up as long as it took to get her home. Then I was to punish her, tell her that Brian had organised it and if she felt her punishment now was bad then wait till she got delivered to Brian's doorstep in nothing but the clothes she still had on and the smell of me in her pussy and that's when you came out." "What about the lie, Luca? What about the working back when you knew this was planned?" "Angel," he sighed. "I was down stairs about to go and get a bite to eat when Brian rushed up to me and told me where she was that night. He asked me to go then, that minute because he needed to know exactly how far she was going to go. It wasn't planned the way you think it was Angel." God she wanted to believe him, with everything in her she wanted to believe him and if it was true how sad did that truly make the last 5 years of her life. She couldn't bear knowing or thinking that he was someone else's Master when she knew all along that he was hers. It's what kept her away from him and prevented her from ever going to him and asking him what had happened that night. In her mind she had always wanted to believe the most damaging so she could keep her heart frozen from him and the memories. "So what now, Luca? What do you expect now; to just pick up the pieces and pretend that the last five years didn't happen is that what you want?" She shot up and started pacing around the room; he watched her going back and forth and couldn't help but hide a smile as he watched her. He could remember her like this when she was thinking something through, there was always the pacing and the mumbling. At first he hated it and wanted to break her of the habit but it wasn't until he realised she always came to the conclusions that he wanted her to come to when she paced and mumbled. When he tried to put a stop to it she never came to the same decision that he wanted her to come to. He always blamed the lack of pacing for not getting his own way and made the remarkable choice to never forbid her to do it again. For some reason it seemed to work and here she was doing it again. "No, Angel, I don't expect that we start from where we left off. I think it can be better then what we had before, if you're willing to try. I think we should just start to get to know each other again first." She waved him away like she would a fly and continued to pace around the room mumbling, "Better then before. Trust. Heartbreak." He was sure he heard a bastard, in there too. "Expect me to give it over. Me to let it go. Arrogant, selfish." After five minutes of listening to her and watching her pace he was harder then a rock and satisfied that she would give them a second chance. "Angel," he said quietly, knowing that if he didn't put a stop to this, it could go on forever. She stopped abruptly and turned to look at him and look at him she did. She etched every line of his face and his body in her mind. She looked sadly at him. "I can't, Luca," she whispered, choking on tears. "I can't love you that much ever again, it nearly killed me the first time. You broke me, Luca, I cant risk that again, it would kill me the first time I doubted you. I'm sorry." "You," she stuttered, "you have to go, please. Just go," When he refused to move off her lounge she begged him, "Luca, please, ohhh god please go." He could see the anguish and the love for him in her eyes. He could also see the fear of loving him again and loosing him. He got up and watched her move over to the solitary spot near the window, where she felt safe in her gazing. From where he stood he spoke softly with resignation to this being the end of them. "Angel, I won't claim to have been a saint these last 5 years, but I have missed you more then you will ever know and I have loved you from a distance. I have stood back and watched the men you let in even for a moment. The ones you seduced and just as quickly kicked out of your house. I have watched you grow more in the last 5 years, then you did in the four we were together and still find myself unable to love anyone else. I came here today Angel because my life isn't complete without you and yours isn't without me in it either. If you let me walk out of that door it's the last time you will see me or hear from me or have me watch you ever again. One chance only, Angel." He could see her shoulders shaking as she cried and wanted to comfort her. He didn't want to give her an ultimatum but he had no other choice. He couldn't bare living this way any longer and he doubted that she could either. They were both miserable and he knew if he didn't force the issue she would have him going around in circles forever. He waited for what felt like and eternity before he turned and sadly walked towards her door. She could see him walking away in the reflexion of the window and her choices flashed before her. Stay the way she is, always looking out this window glancing at memories that made her ache with loss or make new ones, take another chance on the one thing in her life that she knew would love her freely. He was right, she had grown in the last 5 years and who really knows what would have happened to them if they had stayed together. Would that time of blissful ease have remained the same or would it have died and been destroyed forever with no thought of ever going back, like so many other people she had known. Was that night fated to happen so that they both could learn and appreciate each other more in the future or did that night happen because she was scared of what her future would be with Luca; afraid perhaps that love would die and he would do just what he did that night, without there being a reason for it. Who knew, she didn't, all she knew was that he had awoken a beast inside her, one that she'd forced to lay dormant within her for too long. She turned just in time to see the door about to click shut on her future and her life. "Luca!" She cried loudly and was about to run down the hallway after him when he pushed open the door and walked back towards her. She stood there shaking like a leaf before him. He moved back into the room and sat down slowly with his heart in his throat, in the chair across from her. Silence stretched before them, neither making a move nor a sound as they both stared at each other fearfully. "You know what I want, Angel." She smiled nervously at the hitch in his voice. She closed her eyes, tilted her head towards the ceiling, took a deep breath and smiled for the first time in a long while. Angel dropped to the floor and began to crawl, keeping her eyes fixed on his face. She had forgotten how hard it was to crawl and her knees felt as though she was crawling through glass to get to him. She realised she probably would if that was the choice to go on living with him in her life, and here she was crawling like five years wasn't the chasm between them. She made it all the way to his feet; she sat there a moment, thinking of what to do next. One thing she did know was this time round he better understand that it wasn't going to be all his way, it would be hers too. She pulled at the laces of his shoes and slowly lifted them off his feet. She pulled down his socks and threw them behind her. He smiled at her until she leaned up and began working at the buttons of his trousers. She continued to stare at him with that, don't even think about stopping me, look and when his lips opened to say something, she placed her finger upon his lip and told him, "Shh". His eyes hardened as he watched her. The look he cast down on her made her insides melt with anticipation. She knew she was pushing the line but figured he needed pushing just as much as she did. When the buttons and fly on his pants were down she knelt between his thighs and placed her hands under his ass, forcing him to lift up as she pulled them down over his legs and off to be thrown somewhere over her head, presumably to end up with his socks. She had always loved his habit of not wearing jocks and loved it even more now as the engorged cock, staring at her, twitched a little more in her presence. She moved back on her haunches and began making love to his toes. Something she had always known he liked, however never really got into herself. This time however she sucked his toes like it was the cock straining towards her and began trailing her tongue up the insides of his legs. He was moaning and grabbing her hair by the time she got to his knees. Her hand came up and hit his, reluctantly he let go. She rose to her feet and played around near the button on her leather pants till his guttural, "Get them off now," forced her hand to undo them and slide them down her legs to pool at her feet. He saw the red thong and growled at her. He placed his hand on his cock and began rubbing it, when she turned her back to him showing the tattoo that she'd had recently had inscribed on her ass. It was a little pair of handcuffs and that was all. It's All About Luca She turned to face him and straddled his hips moaning as her wet pussy hit the head of his cock. He grabbed hold of the triangle of the thong and pulled it to the side as she slowly lowered herself down on the only cock that had ever truly given her pleasure. The slide down was slow and painful for her and she came the instant it was fully inside her. His control snapped when he felt her hot tight pussy clenching and grabbing at his cock from the inside. He grabbed at her vest and pulled the front apart. His big hands ruthlessly pushed on her breasts, forcing her to arch her back and lean further away from him. One hand stayed on her breast while the other hand tapped at her legs giving her the silent signal to wrap her legs around his waist. This ride she knew was going to be hard and rough as they both adjusted to the position she knew he wanted her in. With her lying back against his legs, impaled on his cock, her legs trapped behind him. The only thing that prevented her from falling was his strength and his will not to let her fall from his lap. She was ready for the pounding thrusts that he would give her, however she was not completely ready for his hand in her hair and him forcing her further back towards the floor. It opened her pussy completely to him and made her more vulnerable to the other hand that now pinched and played on her already taut and swollen clit. One flick sent another orgasm ripping through her. She was completely lost with her hands now stretched over her head flat on the floor for balance when he seriously started fucking into her hot pussy. She was screaming by the time he pulled her up by the hair and pressed his face into her breasts, biting her nipples and sucking them until she screamed in pain and pleasure as it tugged at the muscles in her womb. He submitted her to his will completely when he grabbed her legs from behind him and lifted one over his head as he turned her around on his cock till she was riding him with her back to him. He held her even firmer by squeezing her breasts unmercifully holding her tightly against his chest. By the time she was about to collapse with shear exhaustion, and still waiting for him to come, he pushed her forward so she was on her knees, her hands braced behind her back with his tie wrapped around them, on the floor. Her ass was in the air waiting to be plundered for the first time in five long years. She felt him there and was afraid that he would tear her apart when he really claimed her as his once again. He slowly edged into her tight hole and began to slowly fuck her until she was kneeling up with her back to his chest to feel him deeper within her. Her legs spread further apart when she felt his hand at her cunt, the pressure at her breast the only thing keeping her from slumping forward. He played on her clit until she exploded around him. He lifted her up and sat them both on the edge of the lounge with his cock buried deeply within her ass, she put her legs over his and felt his hands lifting her as she moaned and screamed out his name, her hands struggled within the ties confining grip to be free to grab at him. She could feel herself falling deeper onto him when with one loud scream she came hard from the ass and managed to squirt all over the floor. He didn't like that he couldn't see her so he spun her around so that she had her face him. His fingers wondered down to her pussy and invaded it with the same hard plundering that her ass was receiving by his still firmly buried cock. By the time four fingers had entered her she was mindless to anything around her. The man inside her was one entity; just a continuing orgasm that was making her cry in pain at its sheer force. She could feel him gathering his own orgasm around him and drawing it into himself before he thrust one last time empting himself into her and pulling her forward to cradle her within the warmth of his body. She wasn't sure how long she stayed that way but she was content to remain cradled within his strength as long as it took to recover from the best loving she had ever experienced. She could hear him talking but couldn't register what he was saying. Drowsy eyed, she lifted her head and looked at him. He knew what she was like, until the buzzing in her ears had subsided, she wouldn't hear him. "Angel, does this mean you want to try again?" She finally heard him asking. At this point, speech was still beyond her capabilities and she took a few moments to answer. Recalling an earlier threat, she smiled and gathered the last of her energy before she answered in the most belligerent tone she could muster. With a look of utter contempt, she grabbed his hair at the sides of his head, pulling his face as close to hers as she dared and spat, "You fuckin' bastard, you kissed Miranda," then jumped and ran, laughing at the look of astonishment that crossed his face. Her giggles died however when he grabbed her by the hair and spun her around and flung her over his shoulder. "Where's your room my little bitch, you need some serious lessons in manners."