Chapter 12: Liam. Orgasm. Mafia.

Maria's POV

Luca left me in his room and I continued alone in his bed, turning on it and fantasizing about what I wanted him to do to me.

I intoxicated myself in his scent. As the bed was now full of his masculine scent. My body tingled, my eyes closed and I rub my legs together.

If only he had just touched me… if that were the only thing he did, I'm sure I would have released my tension in my body.

I thought of the last time I had a good orgasm from a man. It was like two years ago. 

With Liam.

Oh… Liam was good.

I always thought of submitting to a man especially in sex as archaic and barbaric.

Making love should be active from both sides but Liam always wanted to dominate and make me submit.

Because I loved him, I allowed him.

As one who worked for a federal agency, Liam had an handcuff. So he could lock my hands to the bed and ‘dominate’ as he said.

The first time was scary. I asked Liam for a safe word and he said “stop” would be enough as our safe word.

I nodded.

But then Liam would tease me in all places, tease my nipple, kiss me all over and tease me between my legs.

He obviously knew the right places to touch.

But then, all of a sudden, he brought a dildo and I felt utterly uncomfortable. He wanted to use it in me but I told him I wasn't comfortable with it. He said it's nothing and wanted to continue but then I shouted “stop” repeatedly.

He got angry and left me alone for sometime with the handcuffs still on.

Then he said some awful thing about me acting like I don't like sex, when in truth he knows I crave for it.

He said he's seen me cover myself with his shirt, sniffing his shirt like I'm a little bitch. That's how he got the idea that I'm a whore and he thought I'll love to be treated like one.

Yes, Liam smelled good. It's one thing I've always loved. Men, women and anything that smelled good. And yes I find myself taking in his smell from his shirt sometimes.

But then he lied that he saw me masturbating to his ‘dirty’ shirt. That was a lie. I might have masturbated before but not to his shirt. Dirty or not.

He called me a whore, I almost cried but I only stayed silent. 

When he saw that I wasn't saying anything, he removed the handcuffs and left.

Less than 2 weeks later, I find myself being the fool begging for Liam's attention. I tried to make it look like nothing happened and we could just move on but he insisted I apologized to him.

And I did. I begged for his forgiveness.

Then he said he'll only forgive on one condition. 

Yes, on the only condition I allow him to do what he's always wanted to do to me.

I agreed.

Then just that night, we went straight into it. Handcuffs. Domination. Submission. But this time, he used a tie to cover my eyes.

As if the handcuffs weren't uncomfortable enough.

I convinced myself that it was just for both our pleasures. And honestly, it was.

I hadn't needed to be penetrated as much as I wanted that night. Liam made sure I longed for him or anything to go inside me.

He kept me sex starved for almost an hour before he finally penetrated me himself first but then he moved to the dildo.

He was rough, but rougher with the dildo. I couldn't say anything, no, I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to get angry and leave with the cuffs still on.

So I just endured.

But then endurance turned into pleasure. I think he must have sensed I didn't like how rough he was getting so he decided to go gentle.

And gentle I liked, and he could tell that I enjoyed it.

Oh… Liam, as crazy as he was, he just knew how to give a woman her pleasure.

I had my first orgasm thanks to Liam and I must say it was my best.

When I tried to help myself to orgasm, it was a lot of work for me and it made me feel weird. Trying to pleasure myself.

That's why I always ran to Liam.

Until Sophia threatened him to stay away from me or she'll have him reported for sexual misconduct to his agency. At least, that's what Sophia said.

Whatever she did worked, because Liam did avoid me. No calls, no messages,no visits. And even when I tried to find him, he scared me away.

Thinking about Liam wasn't as pleasant as I had expected. Perhaps because I'm in Luca's room. Before, I masturbated to the thought of Liam and only focused on how he pleasured me. But today, seems like mix of both.

Pleasure and misery.

I dragged myself from Luca's bed and wrapped my nightgown around me, walking to his window. He had a really great view of the city from this side of the penthouse.

I had a view too but not as good as this. From here you could see the people, as they buzzed out like ants going about their lives. Each one a protagonist of his story.

Pathetic.

A knock came on the door, and Louise came in.

I expected her to be surprised to see me but she wasn't. Instead she said, “good morning ma'am. I hope your night went well?”

I nodded with a smile. Not saying anything particularly.

She understood.

“I'd like to know what you'll like for breakfast.”

“Uhmmm,I don't know yet. I'll like to go to my room first and take a shower. I don't think I'll like to eat anything this morning. I'm not really a breakfast person.”

“That's okay ma'am, would you like me to prepare the bathtub here for you?”

I thought of what Luca would think of me using his bathroom… but then Louise, as if reading my thoughts said with a smile, “I'm sure Mr De Rossi won't mind.”

“Alright, if he wouldn't mind, I'll just use the shower then.”

She nodded and left the room.

I looked at the bathroom door for a while and wondered if I should even go in. Whether Luca would mind or not, shouldn't I just use mine?

My legs moved towards the bathroom and I pushed the door opened. It was a really clean bathroom. But I'd say it was too much room space for a bathroom but then I entered it.

I saw a screen and wondered what one was doing in a bathroom.

Luca probably enjoys watching Mafia films when taking a bath. I could tell he enjoys using the bathtub more.

I walked up to the bathtub and turned the water on. 

Perhaps today, I could act like the Mafia boss. Bathe in his bathtub and watch Mafia films. 

I picked the remote control that was sitting on the table close to the bath tub and turned it on.

One leg after the other, I entered into the bathtub and sank myself into the tub closing my eyes. I let the water fills my body step by step as it crawled up.

It was cold. The water.

As I relaxed and opened my eyes to the screen, the view in it looked familiar. It was a room.

And the point of view of the camera didn't look like a film but more like a security camera. 

And that was what it was.

A camera to a room. And that room, looked exactly like the room I was staying here in Luca's penthouse.