Unrequited

6 - Plans

Clara tiptoed into her room with her heels and bag in her hand, fumbling around for the light and praying that she hadn't made too much noise. She didn't know if Luca had left for work or not, but she certainly didn't want to alert him to her arrival if he was still home.

She switched on the lamp at her bedside table and walked to her dressing room.

"Where have you been?"

Clara jumped and let out a startled gasp. She turned to see Luca sitting in her reading chair, set in a shadowed corner of the room. His look was brooding and his jaw ticked.

"Out." She replied simply. Ignoring him and carried on walking to her wardrobe.

"Don't play ignorant with me." He gritted and got up to follow her.

"What do you want to know Luca? That I went home with someone and fucked him?" She provoked him venomously.

Luca stepped into her dressing room to grab her by the wrist and tugged her to face him. "Don't goad me Brat. You're sorely mistaken if you think you can incite jealousy from me - to do that I would actually need to care." He looked squarely at her. "The only thing that concerns me is that you're not fucking someone else to ruin my plans and sabotage this arrangement."

"I have no plans to sabotage the agreement and prolong this hell any more than necessary," she replied bitterly.

He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her, then commanded, "take off your clothes and get on the bed."

"You don't have to be an asshole, Luca." She retorted.

"I'm not being anything - I'm just making sure I get the job done. Now strip, or I'll do it for you."

"You can go and get fucked!" She yelled into his face, turning away to head into her bathroom.

Luca grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, walking back into her bedroom. "I fully intend to," he said as he tossed her on the bed and glared at her.

"Luca, can't we at least respect one another?" She asked calmly, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"I have no respect for a spoilt brat like you and this marriage doesn't require any. Strip!" He barked.

"You have no heart, Luca."

"I have a heart, just not for you."

Clara looked at him in dismay. She thought that there was nothing else that he could say to hurt her, yet there were statements like these that kept on inflicting gut-wrenching blows.

"Take off your dress Clara." He commanded again.

Tired of his arrogance and always feeling like he had the upper hand, she decided that she would take his approach and give him exactly what he asked for.

Clara got off the bed as she stripped and stood in front of him naked. She unzipped his trousers but otherwise left him fully clothed. Pulling out his semi-hard erection, she stroked him mechanically, never looking at him.

"Sit Luca." She pointed to the edge of the bed.

He watched her carefully but obliged without comment. Without preamble, she climbed onto his lap and took his erection in her hand while she slowly eased down on him, surrounding him with her warmth. She was barely wet and it was uncomfortable but she began to ride him instinctively. Clara kept her eyes averted and only held onto his shoulders for support.

She moved clinically, devoid of any emotion. Sliding herself up and down his erection, while vacantly looking over his shoulders. 

Luca growled low and picked her up to change their position so he was lying over her. He thrust into her deeply several times while she turned her face away from him, emotionlessly allowing him to use her body.