Celia

I might have crossed the line.

It's not that I regret what I did. What I regret is not telling him. Okay, and maybe, I shouldn't have flirted too much.

But, I really wanted this opportunity. The whole time, I had this vision of us making money and leaving happily. Besides, what's the harm in making him a little jealous?

I'm okay with jealous. Fuck, I want jealous. But I don't want the shut-down, distant Gio. That terrifies me more than anything. Because it means he might leave. He might decide that he's done with me. That I'm not worth the headache.

I sulk in his room, trying to muster the guts to apologize, but I'm scared. I don't want to be rejected. So I'm really shocked when he knocks on my door.

"For a ride?" I repeat, my voice a mumble. "At this time?" He doesn't respond, just keeps staring. "Okay..."

"I'll be outside," he says and starts to turn, but briefly glances at me and seems to notice that I'm scared. His eyes soften just a tad, but his mouth stays in a hard line, before walking away.

Something's different about him. I've never seen him so pissed at me, but not trying to hide. Shouldn't he be in the garage right now?

Excitement bubbles inside.

I yank my sweater off and toss it over my shoulder, then scurry to the closet, sliding it open. It hits the wall but I ignore it and rummage through my clothes. I wear my tightest jeans with a black, lace camisole, then finish with a black, leather jacket and slip into my high-heel boots, grabbing my helmet before I head out the door.

Gio's outside, just like he promised. He's got his brown, leather jacket on, standing before his bike in front of the gate, unraveling his helmet.

He knows that I'm here, but he ignores me on purpose.

I drag my steps across the dirt, letting the crushing sound of it linger as I approach.

He eyes my legs for a second. "Make sure you secure your helmet," he says with knitted brows, fixing his own.

I stay silent.

He scowls at me under his lashes, wrinkling his forehead and parting his lips. "What?"

I smirk. Yes, Gio. Be mad at me.

"Nothing," I sing and put my helmet on.

He does the same, then his gloves, then straddles the bike, waiting for me.

"Should I hop on?" I ask cheekily.

He lifts his fingers over the handlebar and wraps them again, one at a time, not looking at me. Possessive baby. He's totally sulking. I hold onto his shoulder, then make sure to really straddle him from the back, snuggling close.

Gio twists the throttle and the bike hums to life. We get on the main street. It's dark and empty, ready for us. I missed the freedom of it.

He twists the throttle again. This time, the engine growls, ripping through the silence, launching the bike forward. I fall back on the backrest and have to claw his jacket to come forward, latching onto him for dear life.

I shut my eyes as he turns, tipping the bike too close to the ground. My heart races. He jerks to a stop under a red light, throwing me on him.

I slowly straighten up, gaping at his back.

Fine. I see you Gio, I smirk to myself.

There's an audience left and right in their cars. Even better. I snake my hands around him and lower them on his thighs, right around his cock. The light turns green. Good luck focusing, baby.

He twists his arm behind himself. I look down in confusion. He just slides his hand under my thigh and squeezes my ass, making me jump a little. How did he, even...?

Then he lowers to my calf and strokes his fingers across. He knows I'm fucking ticklish. The instinct to kick my leg drives me insane, but I can't move without tipping the bike out of balance. I'm stuck, having to take his torment, which only stops after I leave his thighs alone.

We ride through countless hills. Eventually the homes disappear. All around us are silhouettes of trees in blue-black waves. Stars sparsely circle the silver moon. Gio's laser-focused, taking me God knows where. I'm itching to bother him.

I brush my fingers over his neck. He doesn't react. I grip the side of it. Still nothing. I'm so distracted that I don't even notice he's already stopping the bike, parking on the edge of a hilltop that seems disconnected from the world.

On the right is a shimmering ocean of distant towns, on the left is a mass of a black mountain. Crickets and howls are the only sounds.

He gets off the bike and removes his helmet, looking around. I stay seated, it's too damn dark for a hike. Unless he's here to kill me. Or break up?

I remove my helmet and wait for him to talk to me, but he's busy taking off his gloves.

"What are we doing here?" He hangs his helmet on the handlebar, then takes mine and does the same. "Are we going for a walk? It's too dark—"

His hand catches my chin. His expression is serious, almost pissed off, but his eyes are sparkling. "You think it's okay to flirt with other men, Celia?"

My lips part, I feel a trickle of nervousness. "If it's done for a good cause, then yeah."

His hand tenderly snakes to the back of my neck, I feel myself relax, realizing he's going to kiss me.

He fists my hair. "Get up," he murmurs, pulling me up. I wince, then whimper when he doesn't stop. I stumble off the bike.

He catches my hip with his other hand and sits on the bike, pulling me between his legs.

His fingers spread on the back of my head and he captures my lips, fading the pain. I hold onto his shoulders, tingling with sparks between my legs. He strokes my throat like I'm too fragile to handle, melting me into him.

"Let's make one thing clear," he says in my ear and squeezes my neck, making me gasp. "You're never allowed to let another man touch you."

I grasp his wrist in both hands, but he's made out of concrete. He's so strong. My pulse throbs in my throat. I squeak out a whimper. He loosens his grip, sending a hot wave over my body.

His gaze lowers to my chest as I try to catch my breath, then drifts to my parted lips. "Come here." His eyes harden.

I practically throw myself on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his lips. I don't care. I want him. I want this. I want his revenge taken out on me. I want to see how far he'll take it.

He slows down... like he's savoring the feel of my lips. I flutter my eyes open, noticing his lashes cast down as he stares at my lips. Then he lifts his gaze and pins me with a feral, dark glare, and crashes our mouths with a low growl.

I moan in surprise and try to take over the kiss, scared of giving in. But I don't have a say in it. My wrists get pinned behind me. He takes what he wants. Biting my lips, forcing them open, tasting me with his tongue. My breaths become shorter, shallow, clouding my head with fog.

When I can't breathe anymore, his lips trail to my neck, making my head roll back. His hair tickles my chin and his stubble scratches my breasts. I open my mouth and choke on a whimper, arching my back to give more to him. He sucks my skin between his lips and flicks his tongue over it, swirls it and bites it. I moan in shock, unable to keep up, shivering with goosebumps.

A loud smack cracks the silence, then the sharpest burn spreads on my butt cheek.

I freeze, clenching my eyes in pain. My eyebrows scrunch and lift to my forehead. I open my mouth to make a sound, but the shock has rendered me speechless.

All I hear is Gio's satisfied groan as he squeezes the part he just spanked. I blink my eyes open, feeling myself shrivel into a helpless animal. 

He knits his brows with fake concern. "What's wrong, baby? Did that hurt?"

"You're such a jerk," I mutter. My blood boils. I jerk away to free my wrists, but he's too strong.

"You're not going anywhere," he chuckles and pulls my wrists forward, dropping my face in the crook of his neck. "You're going to stay right here and be a good girl until I'm done with you," he whispers in my ear.

I shudder from his words and make a mewling sound. My body moves without my will, squirming and curling against him.

"That's a good girl," Gio says tenderly, then slaps my other cheek. Harder than the first time, followed with a brutal squeeze.

I cry out, silent... then high-pitched. My thighs clench as heat gushes between them.

Gio releases my wrists and grabs my chin, pulling me to his lips. Excitement kicks in for being freed and I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him with everything I've got.

He bites my lip, snapping my eyes open to see him watching me. He releases my lip from his teeth, eyes hooded with pleased amusement. His hand slowly glides from my ass and cups me between my legs. I gasp, fluttering my lids.

He grips the back of my neck with his other hand and kisses me hungrily. He doesn't seem to care that I can't focus with his hand moving back and forth on me. The denim between us drives me insane. I whimper in frustration.

"What is it baby? You want more?" He pushes his fingers into the denim, right where I need him. I stifle a small yelp then rub a little against him. "Hm? You want my fingers inside you?"

"No..." I whine. Fucking asshole. Don't make me say it. I bite his neck hard.

"No?" He clicks his tongue. I feel something cold touch my stomach and look down to see his hands unbuttoning my jeans. "You don't want my fingers inside you?"

He slides my zipper down and reveals my pink, satin panties. I gape at how he stares at my most private part like it's not a big deal, not even bothering to look at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask in nervous panic as he puts two fingers in his mouth and pulls my panties away from my stomach. I rise on my tip-toes and let out a weak, shocked sound as he presses the pads of his fingers against me.

I gasp, then breathe out quickly. It's like my lungs can no longer function. A hot flash covers my body. I moan loudly then hide in his neck, whining about how weak he's getting me.

"Shh... good girl," he murmurs and lets go of my wrists. Relief washes over me. I quickly fold my arms on his chest and cup his neck in my hands, letting out a small cry when he quickens the pace. "Come here. Kiss me."

He holds my head gently and drifts my lips apart, taking his time. His hand buries in my hair and spreads across my scalp, causing the tiny hairs on my spine to rise. He bites my lip and the sharp pain shoots between my legs, buckling my knees.

Gio smiles into the kiss and without hesitation, slides a finger in me. I flinch away with a loud yelp, then melt as he curls it against something. My eyes roll to the back of my head and Gio chuckles under his breath.

He slides his finger slowly in and out, voice hoarse and heavy. "You're so fucking sensitive, Celia. That's a good fucking girl... Such a little slut for me."

It makes no sense how, but his words make me clench and make desperate sounds. Tension unravels from my stomach like a whip, spreading down to the tips of my toes.

"You like that, baby? You like being my dirty, little slut? Hm?" He fists my hair firmly. "Look at me when I talk to you."

I drift my eyes open and a flood of shame takes over me. I stifle a sad, pitiful moan, begging him to help me.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head. "Don't give me that face," he starts to finger me again and adds his thumb on my clit, circling firmly. "Don't you know that face will only get you in trouble?" he holds my chin with two fingers, then grabs my throat when my head rolls back. "That's it, just like that. Be a good girl and take it."

"Fuck..." I whip my head forward, moaning louder. My hair falls all over my face and my body quivers, getting too weak to stand straight. Gio pulls me close and holds my back, kissing my neck. His hand keeps moving and my head gets fuzzy. I'm falling into a black, endless pit.

"Lift your shirt up," he murmurs.

He bites my neck, making me shiver. "Lift. Your shirt up."

I lower my hands to the hem of my shirt and pause, afraid of completely losing control. 

"Lift it!" he growls through gritted teeth. He slaps my ass and curls his finger deeper. "Lift your fucking shirt up. Now."

I fumble with my shirt, but he grabs it himself and yanks it up, dipping his head on my breasts. He slides his finger slowly in and out, his mouth following the same rhytm. His lips open slowly across my skin then suck it in, flicking his tongue. I struggle to breathe and hold onto his hair, taking the marks he leaves over me.

"So fucking beautiful..." Gio lifts to look me in the eyes, touching our noses. His gaze is soft and sparkling as he cups my bra and brushes his thumb on the edge of it. He sucks in a sharp breath through his gritted teeth and shoves his finger in me, burying it deep. "Fuck..."

He gets more rough and impatient, his breaths turn into faint growls. He yanks down my cup and closes his lips around my nipple, sucking it in. His tongue licks around it in hot, wet, velvety strokes, making me pulse around his finger.

"Please..." My neck hangs forward with dizziness. I look over his head, staring at nothing.

He licks his fingers and pulls down my other cup, gently twisting my nipple. I can't. There's too much going on. My body won't stop tingling and my eyelids are heavy. A jolt around my nipple shocks me awake. I break into dry sobs and cover my face in his neck, whimpering like a needy pet.

"Shh... baby. Take it," he says in my ear then slowly pinches again, not letting it go. He draws in a sharp breath and groans at my choked cry. "Your pussy's pulsing so hard around me, baby. So wet and needy for me, such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl."

"Please, Gio..." I mewl in his ear and try to push off his shoulder, struggling to tolerate everything's he's doing. But the more I escape, the harder he punishes and the louder I become.

He grabs my shoulder and turns my back on his chest, slamming his hand over my mouth. His hand cups me between my legs and teases. My eyes are wide open on the distant towns over the mountains, shimmering in pitch darkness.

Gio turns my chin up and kisses me, stretching my neck back for him. His hand lowers to my stomach and snakes under my shirt, cupping and twisting again. My knees buckle, but this time his chest is pressed against me, holding me up.

"You're mine, only mine," he whispers, lips brushing my ear. "Don't you fucking forget that again," his voice becomes serious and his finger pushes inside me. "Mine. All of this is mine. Do you understand?"

I smile at the insecurity in his tone, so giddy that someone like him wants me this badly.

He pulls his finger out of me and slaps his hand on my clit.

I let out a pained scream, feeling my blood rush to the area.

"That's for flirting with someone else," he growls in my ear, stroking me firmly only to spank me again. And again. And again. Then fast and repeatedly. "That's so you never fucking forget who this pussy belongs to." He shoves his finger quickly in and pushes in and out of me. "My. Fucking. Pussy."

My moans become shorter, smaller, until my lungs draw in all the breath they can take. Every muscle and fiber inside me tenses like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff.

My eyes shut tight. I scream again, long and helpless. Gio doesn't stop, he keeps going as my thighs clench, my heart throbs, my ears are ringing. My scalp tickles, my fingertips are pulsing.

The tension evaporates, leaving numb tingles on my fingers and toes. The most relaxing high cloaks over, there are little fireworks inside me. I become silent and limp, swimming deeper in it.

He brushes my hair away from my face. "Turn around baby, come here. Oh, shit. Oh, please, don't pass out," he chuckles under his breath. "Come here, baby... hold onto the bike. Hold on, I'm going to pull your pants up."

He takes my hands on the leather seat, then catches me before I fall back. "You're okay, I got you... did you have to wear the tightest jeans, how do you button this up?"

I make a sound that sounds like I'm drunk. Maybe I'm offering to help. He pulls me in his arms and wraps me in a firm hug.

"That good, huh?" he asks sarcastically, brushing his palm up and down my spine. He cups my cheek, kissing my forehead. "Let's go home so I can take care of you. Can you hold on while I'm riding?"

"Mm..." I lean on him and fold my arms to my chest, relaxing from his warmth around me.

"Good girl. Come on, let's go home." He sways us side to side, kissing the top of my head. "Let's go home and cuddle. Would you like that?"

"Mhm," I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Okay?" He kisses my hair again, my cheek, then my forehead. "Let's go, baby. Let's go home so I can take care of you."

~ A/N ~
I think we all could use some aftercare after this.

P.S. In case anyone skipped over the warnings and is potentially concerned over consent, this is a brat/dom CNC dynamic, ya'll.