Naitee
I'm aware of two things as I wake up. One: I have an ache between my legs. Two: I'm sitting in somekind of a moving vehicle. I open my eyes slowly, I am so tired and I rub my eyes to wake up. I'm sitting in an all black car, everything is shiny with polish and it even smells clena, so a rental.
"Good morning Piccolina." I stiffen as the memories of last night comes back in a flood. Alessio tying me up-- and fucking me. The. Entire. Night.
"Is it that hard to use my name Rich Boy?" My voice is raspy and deep from sleep.
"No Naitee, the only women I usually call by the first name is my whores but now I guess you fit into that category aswell don't you?" I don't acknowledge his words by looking at him or saying something back. Instead I look down at myself. I'm dressed in jeans, the hotel jeans, and a croptop. I look into my shirt and discover that I apperantly don't have a bra on. My vrists are still red from yesterdays activitees and I stare at them. They're proof of my mistakes. I slept with a murderer. I can just feel my parents beeing dissapointed of me from beyond the grave.
Five months, that's all I have to survive before I'm free from Alessio for life.
Five months with someone that goes against every moral thought I've ever had.
"Where's my phone?" Alessio scoffed.
"I left it at your house with a note for your friend, Ross. Don't want him sneaking around now do we?" Ross. He's going to be so worried when he finally finds out what happened, worried and then dissapointed. He trained me to never miss and I did. I barely grazed with my bullets, my eyes were closed but that didn't make any differnce. I missed, the bullet is probably lodged in a wall somewhere in the house that was supposed to be inpenetrable.
"So how did you get in my house?" I don't look over at him but I can see him looking at me in my peripheral.
"I had some useful tools with me." That reminds me of one thing, the cameras.
"Alessio?" I look over at him for the first time my eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Si Piccolina?"
"When did you put the cameras up?" Alessio smiles just enough so I see it. I try to think back to everything I've done since Ross sent me that message and freeze. I have done a lot of stuff since then. Alot.
"Not that long ago." Alessios undescriptive words tell me everything I need to know.
"So a long time ago." My words are a statement not a question.
"Si." He doesn't even try to make his single word apologetic, it's almost proud sounding.
"So how was prison?" My question is abrubt and he scoffs. "You underestimate my connections Piccolina, you saw my new tatoos yesterday. If anything I have more respect now." I had seen his tattoos. Two new stars on each shoulder, a hand print and a crude couple of words that I don't understand. Before Alessio I'd never liked men with tattoos but he looks so perfect in them that I'm condidering getting my own. If that isn't a sign of how extremely out of character I'm acting right now what is? Alessio is singelhandedly twisting up my brain and then rewiring it in a different way. The fact that I'm even slightly attracted to a murderer is an abomination to my family. I don't say anything after that, trying to keep my slipping mind from speaking out loud. We arrive at an airfield I don't recognise and I'm only now starting to question how long Alessio has been driving for.
He steps out of the car, his body stiff in a way that just tells me he's in pain. The gunshot. A pang of satisfaction goes through me at that thought. I will have marked him forever no matter what he does to me. He opens my door for me and I stare at him.
"This isn't 1920 Rich Boy, I can find my own way out of a car." He stares at me as I step up and I can't help but notice the pointed look at my pants. If he recognizes them that would be extremely emberassing. I still don't know what made me keep them that night in New York but I did and now I regret it. So badly.
Alessio walks before me, so sure that I'm not going to anything. He's clad in a full suit, no visible weapons but I'm sure they're there and id they're not. That just means he's even more dangerous than I thought. I walk slowly taking in my surroundings, when I get away from him I'll take down every single place and person I find for anything slightly illeagal I can pin on them.
That will be my way of attoning for my sins because I'm not sure I'm going to regret them.
Alessio
The plane is already humming with energy when we step into the hangar. Naitee is trailing behind me and I just know she is trying to take count of her surroundings for future use. But it's hopeless, this place will be in flames as soon as we leave. I do not plan on making anything easy for her. Not this time. She had the upper hand the last time and now it is my turn.
We step onto the stairs of the private plane that the stewardess pulled down for us and she nods at me handing me the packet that I asked for. It contains two different things. I turn when I reach the top of the stairs and look down at Naitee. She standing there looking unsure.
"Come on Piccolina we do not have time for this." The usual anger flares in her eyes and she stomps up the stairs after me. I walk into the cabin, greeting the pilot and making sure everything is okay before I find a seat. Naitee tries to pick a seat the longest away from me but I click my tongue.
"Sarai la morte di me Bella." She look up at me her brows raised.
"What?" I grin, she is just to easy to rile up.
"I have something for you, Piccolina and if you do not want to have some of my children. You will want it." She almost flies out of her seat and I'm almost insulted, maybe I should not give her the pills anyway. The idea of her stomach rounding with my child is so enticing that I do not giver her the bag immediatly but then she snatches it out of my hand. She throws the packet of magnums at my face with a disgusted look but I just laugh. She rips open the morning after pill packet and with one of my looks the stewardess walks over with a plastic water bottle.
Naitee throws the pill in her mouth and drinks half of the waterbottle in one go. I am almost hoping that it does not work. She would not leave me then. I think anyway.
She glares at me as she whipes her mouth with the backside of her hand and I stare at it. Her hands are just begging to be wrapped around my cock.
"Come here Piccolina, ora." I urge her and she stares at me. I can see the heat hiding behind her thick, stone walls.
"What happens if I break the deal Alessio?" The way my name sounds on her lips distracts me from her words for a second before I answer, "Then I will keep you until I am bored or you are dead." Instead over saying something back she justs walks over and stands before me, her eyes blazing and her mouth tight.
"Sit." She tries to back to the seat behind her but I am faster and my hands grip her hips, spinning her and pulling her into my lap.
"I will resist you the entire five months Alessio. Don't you doubt that for a second." I let my hands travel up her torso to her soft breasts sqeezing her through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"You have a choice Piccolina, either I fuck you in the bed until I am well and done or--" I grip her hair with one tattoed fist. "you can suck me off here, now." She does not turn to me as she answeres.
"I don't get on my knees for men." I lift her up with me when I stand and she fits perfectly in my arms. "We will see about that Piccolina but you made a good choice." I kick the box of condoms in front of me as I walk toward the suite.
The suite contains a king size bed, two nightstands and a closet. It's perfect. I throw her onto the bed and she bounces once before stopping, her arms out on either side of her body.
"Strip for me Piccolina." She looks offended before she reaches for the hem of her shirt.
"Don't order me around Rich boy." But she still pulls her shirt up over her head freeing her still bruised breasts. I tear off the rest of the buttons on my shirt in my urge to get to her, my pants drop away on the way and I'm only in my boxers when I finally reach her. I kiss her ferally not even caring if she bites me again. Her mouth is hot and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to fuck her mouth.
I find the spot that I bit yesterday and kiss tenderly over it as I unbutton her to big jeans. They are already baggy on her and I drag them off her legs in a sweep. She is wearing the panties I chose for her this morning and there is an wet spot right in the middle. She is so ready for me but I have more plans for her today. I kiss my way down her torso to the edge of her panties and start dragging them down with my teeth. I let go when they are secure on her beautiful thighs and pull them the rest of the way down with my hands.
She gasps when my mouth first collects with her flesh and her hands sneak into my hair. Pressing me closer to her. I lick around her clit before moving down fucking her slowly with my tungue until I'm sure she is on the edge. Then I really let go and let my tongue roam freely as she fidgets over me. Her hands gripping my hair until it's painful but it only makes me even more frenzied.
"Please..." She moans as she orgasms and I finally lift my wet mouth of her. Her face is twisted in pleasure and her back is arched, her breasts pushed up creating the most erotic picture of a woman I have ever seen.
"There is no one here to help you now Piccolina." I say as I decend on her.