Chapter 10: Please Beg Again
Chapter 10: Please Beg Again
Elio's POV
> "I'll give you what you want, but you'll beg for it." — Luca
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Luca didn't touch me for two days.
Two days of silence. Two days of tension that lived under my skin like heat under ash. I thought he was giving me space.
But Luca doesn't give space.
He waits for cracks.
And I was already starting to split.
It happened in the middle of the night—when I walked into the forbidden room on my own. Not because I had to.
Because I wanted to.
He was already inside.
Black shirt, undone at the neck. No jacket. A glass of scotch sweating in his hand. He didn't look surprised to see me.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.
"Didn't try."
He set the glass down.
I stood in the doorway, frozen. Not in fear.
In need.
He moved slowly toward me.
"Why are you here?" he asked, stopping inches from me.
"You know why."
"No," he said softly. "I don't. You made it very clear I don't understand love."
"I didn't come for love."
That flicker in his eyes. Hunger. Anger. Hope.
"I came to feel something real," I whispered. "I came to feel you."
His hand cupped my jaw—not rough. Not soft. Just his.
"I told you I'd never take what you didn't give," he murmured. "But now?"
His thumb dragged over my lower lip.
"You'll give it because you want to. And this time, you'll beg."
I didn't speak.
Not until his fingers traced my throat.
"Please," I whispered.
He smiled.
"Louder."
"Please, Luca."
"For what?"
I swallowed. "Touch me."
He stepped behind me, pressed his chest to my back, his breath hot on my neck.
"You're going to thank me," he said. "Every time I break you."
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He started with the ribbon.
Black silk, tied around my wrists in front of me. Tight enough to restrain. Loose enough to tease.
"On your knees."
I sank.
He walked around me once, dragging a leather crop gently across my shoulders.
"You'll ask for every inch. You'll say it pretty."
I nodded.
"No." He tapped the crop against my thigh. "Use words."
"Yes, sir."
That made him pause.
Then—smile.
He unzipped his trousers slowly.
I watched, throat dry.
"You want this?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then open your mouth."
I obeyed.
He stepped in, letting the heavy weight of his cock rest on my tongue.
"You'll earn every thrust."
The first slide in was slow. Deliberate. He didn't move again until I whimpered around him.
"Take more."
I did.
He rocked his hips, deeper. My eyes watered, but I didn't break contact.
He used me—slow, controlled, each thrust a lesson in obedience.
When I gagged, he held still, hand gripping my hair tight. "Breathe through it."
I breathed.
When he pulled out, I gasped, spit running down my chin.
He bent, gripped my jaw.
"Pretty boy. On the bench."
I stood, legs shaking, and bent over the velvet bench.
He tugged my pants down, bare now, exposed and wanting.
He leaned over me.
"You want to be ruined again?" he asked, hot against my ear.
"Yes—please—"
He ran the crop between my legs. Light. Teasing. Until I moaned.
"Beg."
"Please, Luca. Ruin me. Make me yours."
He groaned, deep and dark, and finally—finally—pressed in.
One hard, thick thrust that knocked the air from my lungs.
My hands gripped the bench.
He didn't move at first. Just stayed there, inside me, filling me so completely I could barely think.
"You feel that?" he growled. "That's mine."
Then he pulled out—slammed back in.
And again.
And again.
My cries were breathless, desperate.
Every thrust hit deep. Brutal and perfect.
"Say thank you."
"T-thank you—"
He fucked me harder. Faster. The slap of skin filled the room.
I was crying. Not from pain.
From the way he owned me so completely, my name didn't even matter anymore.
Only his.
"Say it again."
"Thank you—thank you, sir—fuck—"
He grabbed my bound wrists and pulled back, using the tie as leverage while he slammed into me.
"You're mine, Elio. No one gets this but me."
"Only you—only you—"
"I want to see you break."
And he did.
I shattered—cock untouched—spilling over the bench as I screamed his name, hips bucking as he fucked me through the high.
And then he came too, deep inside me, his body folding over mine, panting, groaning like an animal finally fed.
But it didn't end there.
He kissed my neck.
Bit my shoulder.
Untied me slowly.
Then pulled me into his lap on the throne, still dripping between my thighs.
He cradled me like something sacred.
And whispered—
"You'll beg again."
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