Au Pair

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A/N: The song Bad by Wale ft Rihanna (yes, that remix) was what I listened to while writing this entire chapter. So, I mean, if you don't mind having a song on repeat, I recommend that one! The link to the song is in the inline comment (:

I was afraid of what was coming. It was a mixture of fear and exhilaration. There was a glint in his eyes that I didn't recognise – I just called it the crazed look because it made my heart tremble like crazy. To others, more experienced in what was happening, that look was love; to me it was terrifying.

However, part of me, the bigger part, the part that was winning over, felt safe. Luca would keep me safe. He would keep his promise to the best of his ability.

Luca smiled down at me, caressing my cheek gently and whispered, "I'm going to show you just how much I love you." I closed my eyes, leaning into his hand as he continued stroking my skin gently and he took it as an opportunity to gain the upper hand.

It really wouldn't take long to make me submit to anything he wanted, but when he touched me so caringly, I couldn't help but melt like goo against him.

He kissed me, his lips brushed against mine gently, teasingly and I breathed in deeply, shaking as his other hand slid down my waist and over my ass. "I love this curve here," he squeezed my ass, kneading it with his fingers, "I could squeeze it forever."

His mouth caught my giggle and he groaned, "I love your laugh. I want to hear it for the rest of my life. It's the most melodious sound known to man." I gulped, letting him guide me back on the bed and I shivered under him as he crawled over my body.

"I could kiss your mouth forever," he murmured, tracing my lips with his thumb before he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my mouth. "And your breasts," he groaned, sliding his warm palm over my nipples.

I trembled under him, opening my eyes to watch him pepper kisses from my mouth, down my collarbone and to my left breast. "They're the perfect size for me." I moaned, arching my back as he ran his tongue over my left nipple and with his fingers, tweaked my right one.

I was at his sole mercy and I was surer of that than my love for his dïck – and that was a lot.

"And this little mole right here," he stopped his lips right under my right breast, where a little circular mole stood. He brushed his finger over it and kissed it. "Your body is a piece of art and not the richest man in the world could ever afford it."

I smiled, rolling my eyes at his praise, but continued watching him through hooded eyes as he sustained worshipping my body with kisses and sweet acclaims. His lips returned to the little spots on my body and I squirmed against him when he reached the lower part of my abdomen.

His chest was pressed against my legs and every part of my body suddenly became aware of just how close his mouth was to my nether regions. Every nerve in my body became ablaze, begging for attention and love from Luca.

"I love this little tattoo here," he kissed the red kiss mark with the skull inside it and he smiled at me when a little moan rasped out of my throat, "it reminds me how sensual you can be. You're a freak, baby," he sat up, spreading my legs, so they were on either side of him and he grinned up at me wickedly, "I love that you don't wear any underwear per my request."

"I like to listen to you, papi," I shrugged, grinning at him when he winked my way. This was something I could do. Sex? Sex I could definitely do. It was safe and pleasurable; two of my favourite things.

Luca slid his open hand down my body, starting from my breasts and ending right on my bikini area. "This," he grabbed my thighs and placed them on his shoulders, "is my favourite mole."

I let out a little shrieked gasp when his mouth pressed against my püssy. "That's not a mole," I shivered, rolling my eyes back when he continued kissing it. His tongue stayed hidden, but his lips were enough to make me want to cum.

He chuckled and I groaned at the sensations the vibration of his laugh caused in me. "Your püssy is not a mole, mi diosa, but you have a little more right here," he stuck his tongue out and ran it down the side of my outer lip.

My eyes fluttered shut and I reached down to grab his hair and pull him closer. I couldn't take the teasing anymore. I didn't care for the praises or the little touches; I wanted him to fück me until I couldn't leave his bed.

"And it's my favourite," he winked down at me and I groaned, grinding my hips against his face.

"Just fück me already!" I begged.

Luca pressed another soft kiss to my lady bits and then crawled up to kiss me. "Daniela, I don't plan on fücking you. I want to make love to you, mi amor."

My heart stopped in my chest and I gulped, dropping my leg from around his waist. "I don't..." I shook my head and bit my bottom lip, "I just fück."

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, cupping my cheek in his hand, "I want to show you how good sex can be with someone you love."

I could feel my body tensing uncomfortably. I pulled my legs up closer to me and he sighed, watching me carefully. "Sex with you is already amazing, Luca."

"Let me do this," he reached down to place his hand on my hip, "if you don't like it, we'll stop immediately."

That I could do.

I nodded, silently giving him the green light and he smiled, satisfied. He stood up, walking to the side of the room to turn the light off. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness and breathed in sharply when I felt the bed dip under his weight.

It wasn't a panic attack, the shallow breaths and the sudden awareness of everything wasn't a result of something bad. It was the result of the sudden realisation that I could barely see him clearly and I wasn't sure my body was mentally prepared for what he was bringing.

Luca began kissing my legs. His mouth was gentle and attentive to my skin in the most sensual way possible. His four front teeth would nibble on the inner part of my thighs and I couldn't help but squirm under him.

I could feel his mouth smiling against my body and I breathed in deeply when his lips neared the spot between my legs. I was so wet and ready to be fücked, but I also liked to please him and if he wanted to take things slow, I would try my hardest to fight off the inane thoughts perturbing me as long as I could.

The moment his mouth met my püssy, I arched my bad and released a pleasured sigh. He chuckled softly, lowly and spread my legs, parting my thighs until they were resting on his shoulders.

I whimpered, biting my bottom lip when his tongue slid down my inner lips and he licked me into oblivion.

He wasn't just licking; no, Luca didn't just lick; he involved every part of his mouth into it. His teeth would nibble gently on my outer lips, making my arch my back and hold him closer. The slight feeling of pain fed my masochistic side and his tongue would soothe over the slight aching, turning it into absolute pleasure.

My head rolled side to side on the pillows, I felt totally surrendered to his mercy. I just wish he wasn't being so slow with it. I needed his rougher side. The side where he slapped my ass and squeezed my skin, fücked me like a ragged doll.

I reached down, running my fingers through his soft hair and pulled him closer, fighting the primal urge to lock him against me with my legs.

For a split second, the primal Luca I begged for made an appearance. He pulled back, looking up at me with dark eyes and pushed my hands away from him. He crawled up, pinning them on either side of me and bit down on my neck.

I cried out, writhing under him in a desperate attempt to get him to give into my darker needs. I needed my sex with some sort of pain; I just didn't want the pain to be inside. Sex was my method of releasing the emotional shït going on inside my head.

Luca clamped his teeth down on my bottom lip and I sighed, closing my eyes to further enjoy the pain he was causing. He pulled back, running his tongue over the swollen lip and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

I breathed in deeply, shaking and groaned when his hand reached down to the spot between my legs and he began to rub my little clĭt. My eyes rolled back and I groaned, raising my hips to increase the friction between our bodies.

He smirked down at me, pulling his hand away and crawled back down. I huffed, annoyance taking over, but it quickly subsided the moment I felt his mouth on my püssy again. He slid his tongue out over my nether lips, flattened and completely wet.

I held my breasts, pinching them and squeezing them to keep my hands busy and away from him because I knew that if I held him closer to me, I'd fück myself against his face. I was growing extremely desperate.

Luca slid his arms underneath my thighs, raising them and flattened his hands over my stomach to further the arch on my body. His tongue was slow and teasing and his mouth was warm and wet. He slid his tongue in, wriggling it, fücking me with it for a split second and I squealed back a moan.

"Did you catch my hidden message?" he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my sensitive clĭt.

"What?" I managed to gasp out, totally out of breath.

He chuckled, amused. "I wrote I love you with my tongue."

"On my püssy?" I asked, bewildered.

"On your püssy," he laughed, pressing another kiss to it before lowering my thighs from his shoulders.

I gulped, wiping the sweat from my neck and shuddered when he crawled up to wrap his mouth around my nipple. His hand rubbed my clĭt gently, using the mixture of my pleasure and his saliva to further intensify my climax. "You're so weird."

He chuckled, pulling back from my breast for a second to look up at me. "It's what made you cum."

I blushed, biting my bottom lip and let out a couple of short gasps when his slow fingering pushed me over the edge toward another orgasm. He had two fingers in my püssy, whilst rubbing his thumb against my clĭt and his mouth paid close attention to each of my breasts.

I was in such pleasure that I totally forgot about my need for him to be rougher, to be quicker and fück me like a bïtch in heat. In fact, every part of my body seemed to love this part more than anything else he had ever done – and there was a lot that I loved. Even my mind was shutting down and losing itself in the loving cataclysm.

I was surrendering myself to this man in every way possible.

Luca began to kiss my neck, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. I groaned, looking away to further open myself for the taking. The spots he bit, he'd kiss tenderly and rub his tongue over it, soothing over the sensation.

I wrapped my arms around him, moaning and whimpering as I pulled him closer. "Please, Luca," I begged quietly, more submissive than I've ever been in my life.

He smiled against my neck, pulling back and kissed me deeply, lovingly. I relaxed against his touch, allowing him to do whatever it was he wanted to do to my body. He worshipped my top lips the same way he did my nether lips. I giggled at the realisation and he smiled, sucking on the tip of my tongue.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and then he sucked it, adding both into an explosive combination. My nails dragged down his back slowly, mindlessly as I enjoyed everything he had to offer.

I don't know how longer we kissed, I just know it felt good and I wasn't sure I ever wanted to stop feeling his mouth on me. He finally pulled back, making me pout at the loss of his warmth, but I watched as he knelt before me.

He had his knees on either side of me and I licked my lips, watching as he rubbed his hard cock slowly. I tried to sit up, wanting to have him in my mouth again, but he shook his head and pushed me back down on the bed.

I narrowed my eyes, annoyed that he didn't let me return the favour, but didn't fight him again. He rubbed his hand against my wet püssy, then with the same hand wrapped it around his throbbing cöck. It wasn't until the third time that I realised he was trying to coat himself with my lubrication and knowing that he was going to finally fück me, filled me with an indescribable amount of pleasure.

Luca rubbed his dïck against my püssy, rubbing the shaft against my clĭt to bring me to another orgasm. The second I began to writhe under the high of the orgasm, he replaced his dïck with his thumb and slid himself inside of me in one swift motion.

My mouth fell open and my hands shot up to my face in an attempt to do something to try and understand the sudden pleasure that overcame me. The moment his cöck was inside of me, another orgasm toppled over me and I wasn't sure how he fücking did it, but my legs were shaking on either side of him like a freaking earthquake.

Luca moaned softly, the sound was like orgasm in itself. He sounded so hot that I wanted to record it and play it over and over again. His voice was throaty and low, perfect.

I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the weight that came with the warmth of his body pressed against mine. He held my right leg up in the air, pushing it to spread my legs wider and I groaned as he continued thrusting in and out in slow, long strokes.

One hand was on my hip, squeezing, holding me as he continued sexing me up. It wasn't fücking. It was much more tender than that. The emotions were there, I could feel them enhancing the movements between us.

Mrs. Maggie wasn't lying when she said sex would be totally different.

It wasn't bad, the amount of orgasms I experienced could prove that, but I also wouldn't trade our quick fücking sessions.

Luca groaned, pressing a kiss to my collarbone and whispered, "I love you, Daniela. I love you more than I can explain or understand."

The second his words left his mouth, I felt another orgasm. It was freaky as hell. I was getting off on his love...

He wrapped his hand around my waist, rubbing his palm down the curve of my ass and squeezed it. I was sure that he would leave his fingerprints on my skin and it filled me with happiness. I liked having any mark on my body to remember the sexual escapades between us.

In a swift movement, he spun our bodies, making me lay on top of him and I smirked, grinding my hips against his, fücking myself. His hands slid up my back, squeezing and held me in place. My hair covered my breasts and he brushed it behind my back, grabbing a handful to tug it back.

Sweat was the only thing between our bodies, there was barely any space for anything else. I loved being this close to him, hearing his shallow breaths and grunted curses. It was me bringing him this pleasure, it was me he loved.

There was no music playing, but I could have sworn that our bodies were in sync to some sexual, carnal beat. Our breaths synced as we gasped for air, whispering how badly we needed and wanted each other.

My body was experiencing so many emotions that I almost felt high, like I could reach the stars if I just raised my hands. I buried my face against his neck, kissing him, biting and licking his skin.

I loved pleasing him. He was so good to me in every aspect of my life. He took care of me in every way possible and I was sure my subconscious already loved him. I just didn't want to admit it to him or myself because the second I did, everything would be realer than it was.

Everything with Luca felt like a fantasy, a dream world that I never wanted to wake up from. He gave me a natural high that I didn't want to come down from. It wasn't just sexual, it was everything else imaginable.

He grunted, thrusting in me with precise movements. He turned us around again, taking the upper hand and kissed my mouth like a starving man in need of sustenance. His fingers entwined in my hair, holding me close to him as if he were afraid I'd disappear.

"I love you," he repeated, the words sounding sweet and truthful, "fück," he groaned, his voice dripping with the most sexual tones conceivable, "I love you so goddamn much."

Luca reached down, rubbing my clĭt as he began to quicken his pace, fücking me like I wanted him to. His lips felt like sweet praises against my skin, he kissed everywhere his mouth reached. His hands were all over my body, exploring and glorifying.

I gasped, cursing and begging him to continue his sexual worship on my body as I began to feel the wonderful orgasms only he could give me.

His face contorted in pleasured pain and he continued rubbing my püssy as he came. It shot all over my stomach and I grinned up at him as he cursed under his breath, still paying attention to my clĭt. Good ass multitasker, if you asked me.

I watched as he knelt and I bit my bottom lip as he pressed a soft kiss to my swollen nether regions. It was sweet, a gentle peck and I writhed, smiling lazily. I felt high, happy and completely satisfied.

Luca crawled back up the bed, laying down next to me and I looked down at the cum on my stomach. It was warm and it made me giddy for some idiotic reason. I reached down, rubbing it with my index finger and he watched me quietly.

I raised my finger to my lips and sucked him off, closing my eyes and moaned. Luca swore under his breath and grabbed my jaw, pulling my mouth to his and kissed me a little rougher than he had all night.

It was an amalgamation of teeth, tongues, and lips.

He pulled away, laying down again and the room was suddenly filled with silence. Only our quiet breaths could be heard.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to tell me you love me, Daniela," He spoke quietly, his voice raspy and throaty. "Don't feel forced into doing or saying anything you don't feel."

I shook my head. "I won't." I cleared my throat, wanting to change the subject. "I think we should take a shower."

He agreed and helped me up from the bed. My legs had seemed to turn into wet noodles, I could barely move them without tripping over my own feet. In the shower, he was gentle and attentive to every part of my body. He washed my hair and pressed gentle kisses to my shoulders, but he wasn't sexual anymore.

Part of me wanted some good, rough sex in the shower, but the other part was totally satisfied. In fact, I just wanted to cuddle up to his side in the bed and never get up. Never do anything else but be by his side.

He made me feel like royalty. He kissed my legs as he dried them and made me giggle whenever his lips tickled my skin. He brushed my hair, making me almost fall asleep at the gentle caresses. My body and mind felt totally loved and I could swear I would burst in content.

I changed the sheets, throwing them in the basket quickly before climbing in bed. I grabbed Luca's arm and wrapped it around my waist as I turned on my side. He cuddled up to my side, kissing my shoulder gently and entwined our fingers together.

We laid in silence for what felt like hours. My heart was beating in my chest wildly, rapidly and I was sure he could feel it, but I was thankful he didn't say anything about it.

"I have issues," I whispered, "and I'm afraid to love you because I don't want you to leave." He tightened his hold on my waist and before he could speak, I said, "And I know you said you won't leave. But I can't help myself. My mother always made it clear that I wasn't good enough to love. She tried to change everything about me from an early age. She wanted me to renounce my Puerto Rican heritage, to forget my father, just so I could turn into a good American."

My eyes watered and I gritted my teeth, releasing all of the pent-up emotions I held for years in one second. "She didn't let me go out into the sun because I would get darker. I lived in California, but I was stuck inside for most of my life. And I know that probably sounds stupid, but I spent most of my life trying to please her. She loved my sister, I just wanted that same love, but I couldn't change myself enough. My sister always was better, she deserved everything. Constantly I would be reminded about my flaws, berated for anything I did and there were so many times that I wanted to just jump and end my suffering. But I couldn't, I couldn't bring myself to end it."

Luca was totally silent, but his hold on me never wavered. It didn't ease or loosen, he held me and listened quietly, and it allowed me to open up much more easily.

"I found peace in photography. I loved capturing different aspects through the lens of my camera. I could see things that others couldn't through my lens and it really helped with the pain I felt inside. My mother said I would never amount to a good photographer, but I used that as my fuel to prove her wrong. I didn't go to college, instead I pursued my passion for photography and it got me places. It got me money and high places, but it was still not good enough for her. I was still not as good as my sister. The sister that slept with married men and broke their marriages knowingly. The same sister that slept her way through high school and then bribed the principal with money so that she could graduate."

I didn't cry. I didn't make a noise, but the tears slid down my cheeks unknowingly. I didn't realise until my voice wavered and his hold on my tightened.

"Daniela..." He whispered, saddened and slightly irate.

I shook my head, wanting to finish my pathetic life story. "I met a man named Marco through my photography. I thought he was the one. He was handsome and charming, funny and wealthy. I thought that my mom would finally change her view on me. I was making my own money and falling in love with a man that seemed like my own Prince Charming. I thought the world of him and when he proposed, I finally thought I was getting my happy ending." My hold on his hand tightened and he rubbed his thumb against my fingers, softly. "Things were going so good," my voice broke, "until the dinner rehearsal. He walked in with my sister, holding hands. She announced that my wedding was now hers, but she assured me that my plans would not go in vain. She would just rewrite the guest list and take my place in the altar, no biggie."

"Jesus, Daniela," he swore. His hands shook and I raised them to press a soft kiss to them.

"I don't care anymore, but I was devastated at the time. I loved him with everything I had to give. And my mother was proud of Veronica for stealing him from me. She pulled me to the side and told me to be happy for my sister, that she deserved the happiness. That I should be grateful that I was still invited to the wedding. She told me to be the best maid of honour and wish my sister the happy ending that I could never get."

I gritted my teeth, breathing in deeply and whispered, "I never spoke up or said anything against it. I just packed my things and left. I stopped taking pictures and moved here. I swore to myself that I would never get attached like that again. That I would never be humiliated and played with. And then I meet you and I just want to fück the shït out of you the second I meet you. I wanted sex only, Luca. I wanted your hands on my throat and your cöck in me. I never thought in a million years that I would want everything else you had to offer, the emotions. God, I want them so badly. I want to live my life with you, but I'm afraid of loving you. What type of fücked up, stupid shït is that?!"

"Everyone is afraid of something, cariño." He murmured against my shoulder, kissing it gently. "Your mother is a terrible person, Daniela. Everything she made you go through is fücked up and if I could, I would change it. It hurts knowing that you think you have to prove yourself to her. That psychotic woman is not fit to be called a mother. I don't really remember my parents, but I know they weren't fücked up like that."

I frowned, turning to look at him. "What happened to them?"

"They passed away when I was very young," He explained, caressing my cheek.

My eyes widened and I pulled him in for a tight hug. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, hermosa, I don't really remember them."

"Do you have any other family?"

He nodded. "I have a half-sister. Her name is Dela, we don't really talk much."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "She likes to keep to her life and I don't mind as long as she checks in every once in a while."

I nodded, not having anything else to add and turned on my side again. I held unto his arm, loving the feel of security I had whenever he held me.

"Daniela," He spoke softly, "I want you to know that you are a magnificent person. Whatever your family has ever said about you is shït. Your sister is a bïtch, but there's no surprise there since your mother raised her to be that." I stifled a laugh, "And that asshole named Marco doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve your tears or your thoughts. If I had him in front of me, I would probably beat him to a near death."

I sighed, letting him slide a leg between mine. "Do you understand now why I'm so fücked up and why I have so many issues? I'm afraid of losing you."

"Like I told you before, mi vida," he kissed me again, "no one compares to you. No one makes me feel what you do. I get hard just for you," I grinned, "I love only you. I'm not leaving you. There's no way in hell that I can leave you. I'm addicted to you and everything you do."

I could burst with the type of happiness I was feeling. It was everything compared to what I had with Marco. Marco didn't make my heart skip this way, he didn't make me feel orgasms the way Luca did. He didn't make me this happy.

I loved the approval Marco could have given me with my mother and now I had nothing to prove to her. She wasn't here and I knew that Luca could and would keep me safe.

"I want you in my life forever, Daniela," he whispered, "and if we're moving too fast, you can let me know, but I want you to move in with me."

I rolled my eyes. "Moving too fast my ass, I spend most of my time here. I practically live here already."

Luca laughed, throatily and happy. "You have the key to my house and my heart."

"You cheesy fücker," I gasped, loving the sound of his laughter.

"So, is that a yes or a no?"

I nodded.

It was a yes to loving him and wanting to live with him.

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I UPDATED AGAIN! YAY ME! I don't know if I'll be able to update again tomorrow (or tonight) but I will try for you guys. I've been away for a long time, so I hope this makes up for it. 

Fasten your seat belts (; we're in for a bumpy ride!

xo, Luna