Chapter 3- THE RED ROOM 2

His gaze held mine, smoldering with an intensity that sent a wave of heat through me. This close, I could see flecks of gold in those mesmerizing green eyes.

"Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against the backdrop of the club’s throbbing music. He gestured towards a hallway I hadn't noticed, partially hidden behind a velvet curtain.

My heart quickened. My logical side, the one that had survived five years in Manhattan, screamed at me to politely decline, to order an Uber and retreat to the safety of my apartment. But something in his gaze, a mix of command and raw desire, short-circuited all rational thought. Besides, hadn't I come here for a distraction? This was certainly distracting.

He must have mistaken my hesitation for reluctance, because a slow smile spread across his lips, making him even more devastating. "Don't worry," he chuckled, his voice a low purr in my ear. "It's not what you think. Unless you want it to be."

With that, he rose from his stool, all smooth power and effortless grace. He held out his hand, and without a word, I placed mine in his. His grip was firm, warm, sending a jolt of electricity straight up my arm. A thousand butterflies took flight in my stomach.

He led me through the throng of club-goers and into the hallway. The music faded slightly as we walked, replaced by hushed silence that felt both intimate and dangerous.

At the end of the hallway was a single door, painted a vibrant, seductive red. He paused, turning to face me, his expression unreadable.

"Before we go in," he said, cupping my cheek with one hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, "I'm going to fuck you. Are you okay with that?"

His words hung in the air, direct, unapologetic, and undeniably hot. There was no pretense, no sugarcoating, just raw, unadulterated desire. My breath hitched in my throat. He wanted an answer, a clear yes or no.

Part of me, the part that analyzed job descriptions and color-coded spreadsheets, wanted to laugh. This was insane. But the rest of me, the part that had been starved for this kind of intensity, the part that craved a release from the carefully constructed control of my life, whispered a single word, barely audible above the pounding of my heart:

"Yes."

And with that, he pushed open the red door, ushering me into a world of unknown pleasures.

The red room pulsed with a life of its own. A single, dim chandelier cast shadows that danced across the walls, the air thick with anticipation. My breath hitched as I took in the surroundings. A king-sized bed, covered in black satin sheets, dominated the room. My gaze drifted to the intricate metal chains hanging from the headboard, glinting ominously in the red light. A leather belt lay casually tossed on the nightstand, next to a wicked-looking assortment of new…toys. My cheeks burned. I’d never admit it, but the sight of them, the possibilities they hinted at, sent a thrill through me.

He closed the door behind us, the click echoing in the sudden silence. He turned to me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he murmured, his voice a husky caress.

"Maybe," I managed, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, from the way his white shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, from the intensity in his gaze that made my skin tingle.

Emboldened by the intoxicating atmosphere, I gestured towards the array of toys. "Are you… are you going to use those?" I asked, my voice laced with a nervous laugh that I hoped masked the tremor of excitement I felt.

His eyes darkened. "Only if you want me to," he said, stepping closer. His fingers brushed against my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

Desire, hot and urgent, coiled in my belly. All thoughts of interviews, of rejections, of my carefully constructed life in Los Angeles, evaporated. There was only this man, this moment, this promise of something wild and unknown.

He began to undress me slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving mine. With each button undone, each piece of clothing discarded, the anticipation built, a delicious torture. When he reached for the zipper of my dress, his fingers brushing against my bare skin, I gasped.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice rough with desire.

He pulled the dress down my body, and I stepped out of it, suddenly shy under his intense scrutiny. He was still fully clothed, but even the barrier of his shirt and slacks couldn't hide the raw power of his physique.

Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and a six-pack that belonged on the cover of a magazine. I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth going dry. He was even more breathtaking up close.

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Like that?" he repeated, his voice husky.

I swallowed, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Yes," I whispered, reaching out to touch him.

He caught my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Later," he promised, his voice low and seductive.

Then, he reached for the button of his slacks, and my breath hitched. As he pushed them down, revealing a pair of boxers that did little to conceal his impressive erection, my eyes widened. He was… enormous. A mixture of fear and excitement shot through me.

He moved towards me, and I braced myself for his touch, for the feel of his body against mine. This was happening. It was really happening.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Ready?" he whispered, his breath hot on my skin.

Suddenly, panic surged through me. I wasn't ready. Not for this.

"Wait," I blurted out, my voice catching in my throat.

He paused, his expression questioning. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "I… I have to tell you something," I stammered, my cheeks burning with shame. "I'm…" The words felt impossible to say, but I forced them out. "I'm a virgin."

The air crackled with tension. Mr Gorgeous (I still hadn't learnt his name) pulled back slightly, his expression shifting from desire to concern. "Um…," he said, his voice husky with regret, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. We don't have to do this."

I surprised myself with the wave of disappointment that crashed over me. But I knew, right then, that I didn't want him to stop. Not completely.

I reached for him, my fingers finding his jawline. The rasp of his stubble against my palm was surprisingly grounding. "Don't stop," I breathed, my voice trembling slightly. "I want this. I want you."

His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation, any hint of doubt. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "I can be…intense."

A slow smile spread across my lips. The fear was still there, a knot of anxiety in my stomach, but it was overshadowed by a wave of almost reckless desire. "That's what I'm hoping for," I whispered, my gaze dropping to his lips. "Make me feel alive, Fuck me hard."

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under my hand. "Okay," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But we go slow. At your pace. No pressure, understand?"

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for his understanding, for the way he was respecting my boundaries even as I was pushing them.

He gently pushed me back onto the bed, his movements both powerful and surprisingly gentle. His eyes never left mine as he dragged me towards the edge of the bed until I was half-lying, half-sitting, my heart pounding against my ribs. He knelt between my legs, his gaze intense as he surveyed my body.

“Such a beautiful view,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

His touch sending shivers down my spine. His fingers brushed against my bare skin, lingering at the edge of my lace panties, already damp with anticipation.

“Already wet for me, huh?” he teased, his voice husky. He slipped a finger beneath the lace, stroking me gently. I gasped, my hips instinctively bucking towards his touch.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice breathy.

He chuckled, a low, seductive sound. “Shhh, baby,” he murmured, his thumb circling my clit. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

He added another finger, slowly stretching me, his touch firm but gentle. I arched into him, my moans growing louder as he found a sensitive spot deep inside me.

“You’re so tight, so wet,” he groaned, his breath hot on my skin. He continued to pleasure me with his fingers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.

Then, without warning, he dipped his head and his tongue flicked against my clit. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight through me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure washed over me.

I’d never felt anything like it. My body, so long starved of this kind of attention, responded with a ferocity that surprised even me. My hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as I rode out the wave of my orgasm, his name, daddy on my lips. He told me to call him daddy.

He didn’t stop, his tongue working magic against my sensitive flesh even as my climax subsided. When I finally caught my breath, he looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He gave me a playful swat on my thigh. “See? You didn’t need those toys after all.”

A lazy grin spread across Luca’s face as he watched me come undone beneath his touch. He tasted of salt and desire, and I wanted more. Much more. But before I could voice the plea forming on my lips, he shifted, moving up my body. His chest pressed against my breasts as he trailed a path of kisses along my jawline.

"Not even close to done with you yet, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

One of his hands settled on my breast, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as his thumb teased my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. His mouth moved to the other, swirling around the hardened peak, drawing out a gasp from my lips. The sensation of his tongue against my sensitive skin, combined with the gentle tug of his fingers, was intoxicating.

He lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine. "You like that, princess?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes," I breathed, my hips instinctively bucking up towards him, seeking more of his touch. The heat in his eyes intensified, and I knew, with a certainty that surprised me, that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

“Good,” he growled, shifting his weight slightly. I felt the hard length of his erection pressing against my swollen clit, and a moan escaped my lips. The need for him, for his touch, for his body inside mine, was overwhelming.

“Daddy, please,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. The word, unfamiliar yet somehow fitting, slipped out before I could stop it. “Daddy, please…”

A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Eager, aren’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding down my stomach to settle possessively on my hip. His thumb traced circles against my heated skin, a silent promise of what was to come. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m gonna give you everything you want. And so much more.”