Chapter 219: Well Well, How The Turntables

Luca knew that he needed to try something else. That’s why he thought if physical force wouldn’t break her, maybe words would.

Maybe if he talked dirty enough, if he painted a picture of exactly what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to ruin her—she would finally show some of the shame and hesitation he had been looking for.

He pulled back, looking down at her flushed face, her parted lips, her eyes that sparkled with mischief and desire.

“You think this is funny?” His voice dropped, low and rough. “You think my punishment is a joke?”

She bit her lip, still smiling. “It’s not a joke. It’s just…tickly.”

“That’s it.” He growled, low and rough. “I’ve had enough”

He smacked her other breast, harder. She squeaked, but the smile never left her face.

“I’m going to spank these pretty tits until they’re as red as your ass. Until you can’t wear anything but the loosest shirts without wincing. Until every time you move, you feel me.”

Leona’s eyes sparkled. “Promise?”

He snarled. Grabbing both breasts, he squeezed them together and slapped them simultaneously.

The sound was wet, obscene—flesh striking flesh—and her giggle turned into a moan.

“You like that, don’t you, you little pervert? Getting off on being punished. What would your daughters think if they saw you now? Their cold, dignified mother, bouncing on a man’s lap, begging for more?”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop smiling.

“I should make you tell them. Make you confess every dirty thing we’ve done. How you let me spank you raw. How you cried when I stopped. How you begged me to hit harder.”

He smacked her left breast again, then the right, alternating in a rapid rhythm. Her flesh jiggled, her nipples hardened, and she started laughing again—a breathless, helpless sound that drove him crazy.

“You’re not taking this seriously!” He accused, smacking harder.

“It tickles!” She gasped. “Everything you say—it just makes me want more!”

“More? I’ll give you more.” He pinched both nipples, twisting gently. “I’ll tie you to my bed. Spread you out. And spank every inch of you. Your tits. Your thighs. That sweet little spot right here—” He slid a finger between her legs. “—until you’re soaking wet and screaming my name.”

“Noooo!♡~” She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

“But you won’t come. Not until I say so. You’ll beg and plead and cry, and I’ll just keep spanking. Keep teasing. Keep you right on the edge until you’re nothing but a mess of need and desperation.”

He smacked her breasts again, then cupped them, squeezing hard.

“And when I finally let you come, you’ll thank me. You’ll thank me for every slap, every mark, every second of torment. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“To be ruined.”

“To be owned.”

“To be so thoroughly punished that you forget your own name!”

He ended with a confident look on his face, thinking that this would be enough to break her down.

But Leona, herself just stared at him for a long moment, her chest heaving, her body trembling.

Then she giggled.

“That’s so sweet, Luca.” She cupped his face in her hands. “But you forgot the part where you spank my tits again. That was really fun.”

Hearing this—he gave up and dropped his head to her shoulder and groaned.

“I can’t win.” He muttered. “I can’t fucking win.”

She stroked his hair, still smiling.

“No.” She agreed. “But you can keep trying. I won’t stop you.”

The cheeky response hit Luca like a splash of cold water—except instead of cooling his anger, it transformed it.

The frustration, the irritation, the desperate need to break her down—all of it melted away, replaced by something far more powerful.

Overwhelming, consuming, undeniable love.

He couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her head, fingers threading through her hair, and pulled her close. His lips crashed against hers.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~”

Leona’s eyes flew wide open.

One moment she had been teasing him, basking in the glow of her victory, and the next—his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding, stealing her breath and her thoughts and everything else.

But she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind at all.

She melted into him like butter on a warm day, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs around his waist.

“Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~”

His tongue slid into her mouth, and she gasped at the sensation—so intimate, so invasive, so utterly wonderful. He tasted like something she couldn’t name, something that made her want more.

This was also her first real kiss. She didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know how to move her tongue or where to put her hands or how to breathe.

She had to pull back, gasping for air, but he wouldn’t let her go. He followed her, his mouth never leaving hers, his tongue dancing with hers, swallowing her little gasps and turning them into moans.

She was a complete mess. Her lips were swollen, her face was flushed, her mind was a fog of pleasure.

But she loved it. She loved every second of it. She kissed him back with everything she had, clumsy and eager and desperate for more.

They kissed like animals—like two people who had been starving for each other and had finally been given permission to feast.

Luca then grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, his body looming over hers, his mouth never breaking contact. Her hands roamed over his back, his shoulders, his chest, unable to get enough of the feel of him.

Finally, he pulled back. His breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something else there too. Something soft. Something tender.

“God damn it.” He murmured, his forehead resting against hers.

“I love you, Leona….I love you so fucking much!”

She smiled—bright and warm and full of joy and couldn’t help but teasingly ask,

“Really Luca? Even though I’m a pervert who doesn’t feel any pain when you spank me? Who only gets pure happiness from it?”

He groaned. “Especially because of that, Leona. In fact, that only makes me love you even more.”

Hearing this, Leona’s heart swelled before she reached up and traced his jaw with her fingers and finally said with pure love in her eyes.

“I love you too, Luca. I love you so much.”

But then her smile turned mocking as she added,

“I love you even though you’re a Hero who can’t make a single poor woman bend to his will.”

His eyes narrowed. “You cheeky little—”

He didn’t finish. He dropped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Ahhh—! Nooo—!”Leona cried out, her back arching off the bed.

But he didn’t care. Instead he licked and sucked and nibbled, taking turns between her breasts, and they tasted sweet—like fruit, like honey, like something he wanted to devour forever.

“I-I love you, Luca.” She gasped, her hands fisting in his hair. “I love you so much! Please kiss me more!”

“I want the man I love to shower me in his affection! I want him to give me everything! I love you! I love you!”

Her words were a vow, a prayer, a plea. And Luca couldn’t take it anymore.

“God damn it.” He growled, pulling back. “You can’t expect me to hold back after hearing something like that, can you?”

He sat up, his hands going to his underwear. Leona watched, breathless, as he unfastened his underwear and pushed them down.

And then—she saw it.

His penis! His massive, impossibly large, towering penis!

It sprang free and rested against her belly, long and thick and intimidating. Like a dragon coiled on her stomach. Like a third arm. Like something that should not exist outside of fevered legends.

Seeing this horrifying sight, Leona’s face went pale.

The teasing smile vanished from her lips. The playful light in her eyes extinguished, replaced by something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Genuine fear!

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at the thing—at the impossible size, the angry veins, the way it seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat—and felt her mind go blank.

“That’s…” She whispered, her voice barely audible. “That’s not…Luca, that’s not…it’s too…”

And finally she snapped,

“It’s too big Luca! Why is so big! There’s no way it’s going to fit inside of me!!!”

Luca saw her reaction—the shock, the fear, the sudden realization that she might have bitten off more than she could chew and a slow, triumphant smile spread across his face.

He had finally gotten her.

The tables had turned. The punishment was about to begin.

And Leona, for the first time all night, looked genuinely terrified.

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