by Lena Little
I nod yet again as he reaches the edge of my bed.
“I use to sleep in this very room…alone, years ago when I lived in this house on that exchange program. Not anymore. Not tonight.”
He wastes no time, his big body coming down on mine as the mattress springs strain to contain him as our mouths sink together with a groan, his large hands cupping my face before he glides the calloused tip of his palm along my cheek.
He kisses me softly as if I’m made of paper mache, savoring the taste of my mouth as I do the same. But I want more, so much more and I wrap my hands around his back like I’m lost at sea, clinging to a life preserver, pulling my mouth into his more desperately, with more hunger, letting him know that despite my small size I’m not some doll he has to worry about breaking. If anything I want him to break me… break me in in all ways.
My hands move across and up to his back, sliding along his thick neck and nesting in his hair, my fingertips digging into his scalp as his lips claim mine.
There’s no turning back now, our kiss accelerating to the point I feel like I’m falling.
“Do you like the game Daddy chose, piccolina?” he says softly into my ear, the deep treble of his voice still sounding like leather dipped in honey at this lower volume.
I nod my approval.
“Are you ready to feel Daddy’s big dick? Are you ready for Daddy to claim what’s his? Are you primed and hot, ready for Daddy to see that cherry pop right here, right now, leaving your sheet stained with red the color of a rose petal?”
Oh. My. God.
I exhale into his neck as he nibbles at my ear, and I know how dangerously close we truly are.
His hands press down on the bed, bringing his body up above mine and allowing me to take in the sight of his muscles. He has no ink, which makes sense since the Italian mafia avoids things like that at all costs. No identifiers.
And I can’t identify this knot in my stomach, this heat, this need. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, even more than in the kitchen or at the strip club.
This is beyond primal, and I reach beyond his torso, grabbing his cock in one hand and fisting it, or at least trying to as my hand comes nowhere near wrapping around its thick girth.
“Principessa is ready for Daddy, ready to become his queen.”
I want to agree. I want to speak, but I don’t want to ruin the game. And much more importantly we’re so close that I don’t want to make a noise that wakes my dad and this all comes crashing down…potentially forever.
“Game over, Bellissima. You won. You get Daddy’s cock for eternity,” he says, swelling my chest with pride as my nub swells as he scissors his thick shaft through my folds.
My heart is racing like a horse at the track, which is an adequate metaphor considering the Italian Stallion mounted above me.
“You deserve the Four Seasons for your first time, and we’ll do that one day. But first, Daddy needs to take you now, to feel whole with our little game. I can’t wait anymore, little one. I. Can’t. Fucking. Wait.”
And just like that, I feel the crown of his cock press at my opening as he grunts, shoving his thick inches inside my dripping sex, his manhood stretching my tiny virgin walls as I suck in a gasp of air at the sharp jab of pain.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his voice getting dangerously loud. “Don’t worry,” he says, catching his tone and lowering it. “It will feel better in just a second. Just breathe.”
I do as I’m told.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Now, quietly…tell Daddy how it feels.”
“Daddy you’re so big,” I whisper. “I feel like you’re going to break me.”
“And you’d like that don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, watching a muscle in his face twitch every time I say the ‘D’ word. I love letting him know he’s in charge. Love letting him know I trust him with all parts of my life. And love this little game that doesn’t feel like a game at all.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Expecting him to slide out and back in, I’m shocked when he pushes in further. It’s only then I realize he was only about halfway in, and now he’s completely seated, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against my womb.
“Oh, Daddy. You’re so deep, so hard. Do you need a condom because I might be young, but I think you’re going to get me pregnant.”
“You are young, but you’re eighteen. You’re an adult. And you can make your own decisions.” He pauses. “And Daddy made his. He’s not wearing a condom for a reason because he’s been saving this special seed his whole life, to plant inside you. He just never knew it until he came here and found you.”
My stomach tightens more and I feel my muscles spasming.
“You want to carry Daddy’s baby, little girl? Show the entire world who you belong to? Make the perfect baby from the perfect pregnancy from the primo load of Daddy’s come?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”
I feel so dirty and so perfectly heavenly at the same time. Our words border on vulgar but what could be purer than two people who want to create a life, a baby, together?
“Then hold on, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back in so I can wrap my arms around his neck as his hands clench my hips.
My grip doesn’t hold for a second.
Giovanni lets loose and starts claiming me like the world’s going to end tomorrow and I’m the last woman on earth. My body goes limp as I flop like a rag doll, my hands searching for anything to grab ahold of and failing.
He’s making me his, breaking me just like he said he would, and my body feels completely boneless as he takes me to a place I didn’t know existed.
My middle tightens as he slams into me, the springs of the bed squeaking wildly with every thrust.
“I can’t last much longer so I need you to come, piccolina. Come on Daddy’s cock. Put your juices all over my dick.”
Yet again his permission is all I need and everything inside me releases and I cover his cock in my cream, sending him into an immediate climax as we reach ecstasy together.
“Daddy!” I scream out as he fills me with his warm gift, my body absorbing everything.
And just as quickly as it started it stops, his body jerking a few more times as he unleashes aftershocks and then collapses on top of me.
Suddenly there’s a loud knocking on the door followed by, “Is everything okay in there?”
Gio’s eyes go wide as he tries to ease off me in a way that doesn’t cause the bed to squeak but fails miserably.
“I’m coming in, sweetheart,” my dad calls out.
“I’m naked, dad. Wait.”
I grab for a pair of boy shorts and a tank top and quickly throw it on, wondering if my body is literally leaking from Gio’s explosion.
Slowly I open the door and my dad shoots me an awkward eye.
“I heard you cry out my name. Is everything okay?”
I rack my brain, wondering what the heck he’s thinking then realize exactly what he heard. I suppress the urge to laugh and reply with, “Just a bad dream.”
“The bed was really shaking. It sounded like an exorcism was happening in here like someone was removing evil spirits from your body.”
“No, Dad,” I laugh, but leave off the part that something most definitely was leaving my body…my virginity.
“Okay. As long as you’re okay.” Dad turns to go but takes a minute to look down over the banister at the couch. “Where’d Gio go?”
I swallow hard, Gio poking me in the side from his position behind my opened door, which I couldn’t open much due to his size. It was the only option though. No way he could fit under the bed or in my shoebox of a closet.
“Maybe he went for a walk. It’s a nice night and I thought I heard the door close earlier.”
“I thought he’d be tired after everything that happened today.”
“You know him, dad. He’s got a lot of energy.”
“A heck of a lot more than me for being thirty-nine years old.” My dad pauses. “Okay, good night.”
“Night, dad.”
I slowly close the door and wait until I hear dad’s door close too. I do the biggest body language silent laugh in the history of the world and Gio just smirks at me and pretends to wipe his brow with the back of his hand. At least I think he’s pretending.
It’s clear Gio’s more dangerous than I ever knew, but it’s also clear he knows how to dodge a bullet…at least for now.
8
Gabriella
After a few sputters I hear the engine to dad’s old station wagon turn over and I shuffle toward the window, watching him leave for work.
That’s my cue.
I stretch and then head downstairs to give Gio a wakeup surprise if he isn’t awake already…but I find a surprise of my own.
On the counter is bacon and eggs, still warm and a note from my dad saying he’s going to try and be a better dad.
I smirk.
I hear a rustling on the couch and I slide out of my boy shorts and tank top and move closer to the couch.
“My dad is trying to be a good dad but little does he know I’ve already got my very own Daddy,” I say, jumping on top of the sheet that’s draped over Gio, ready to surprise him, but my body caves in as I make contact and I quickly realize it’s only a stack of pillows.
What the?
“Gio? Are you ready for some breakfast?” I ask moving toward the downstairs bathroom where I hear the water running, everything making sense now.
He steps from the bathroom, looking incredible even though he just woke up. “Dad’s gone,” I say. “But I know where my Daddy is,” I add planting a good morning kiss right on his lips.
“Your daddy is right fucking here,” a voice from the back part of the house calls out. I look and see the backdoor is open and my dad standing there with his satchel in his hand until it drops and the weight of all the accounting forms and tax booklets hits the floor. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I was going to tell you, Tim,” Gio says, stepping in front of me as dad comes storming in our direction, throwing a punch at Gio, which he easily blocks and then puts his arm out keeping dad at bay.
But my dad’s not having it, throwing punch after punch at Gio, who’s finally had enough. “Enough Tim.”
“Fuck you! You’re supposed to be my friend.”
“As your friend, I’m telling you to stop or I’m going to shove your head up your ass until you start seeing shit clearly.”
“Oh, I see very clearly what’s happening,” dad says, backing off but completely out of breath.
“I see you fucked my daughter, and now I see you leaving my house and never coming back.”
“Watch your mouth around my woman,” Gio says, cocking his head and letting dad know he’s not going to tolerate verbal abuse coming our way.
“This is my house, asshole. And I say get out before I call the cops. Hell, I’ve got enough of their numbers on speed dial after the mess you dragged me into.”
“It’s not like that,” Gio adds, and I fight back a tear. What in the hell is happening right now and why was I so careless walking around the house naked, and now I can’t do anything other than hide behind the door, peeking around, as Gio’s body shields me from my dad. I’m not worried about dad hitting me or anything, he would never do that, but the last thing either of us needs is for him to see me completely bare in front of him.
“Out!” my dad yells, pointing at the door.
Gio turns around and cups my face. “Don’t worry, this is all going to—“
“Out!” my dad yells.
“I’ll call you in a bit,” Gio adds. “You’re mine, piccolina. Don’t forget it,” he says, kissing me on the forehead and wiping away my tears, but new ones quickly replace them. “Have faith in your Daddy,” he says softly enough so that my dad can’t hear.
My dad just looks at me shaking his head as Gio grabs his duffel bag beside the couch and walks out the front door in his underwear.
“Hey, neighbor!” I hear a woman’s voice call out and I want to run outside and scratch her damn eyes out.
“Get dressed,” dad orders, showing a kind of anger and backbone he never has before. “We need to talk.”
9
Giovanni
A week later
From across the street on my motorcycle, helmet on, I watch as Gabriella exits her first class.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her in a week and my chest tightens and my cock twitches instantly. Damn, she’s so beautiful. Her short shorts and red crop top really accentuate that body of hers, but she needs to understand that body belongs to me, no matter how hot it is outside.
And no matter the pain I’ve put her through this week. I grit my teeth, reminding myself I had to lose this battle to win the war. There’s a master plan and there’s us and they are one and the same.
She meanders across out of the building, her gaze down as she seems lost, people passing her on both sides like she’s a boat at sea, sinking, and no-one else cares.
I care, dammit! And my heart sinks just watching this.
I pull off my helmet and dismount my bike, moving quickly toward her hoping she’s going to embrace me, but knowing I should brace for her shouting at me, her flipping me the bird, or maybe even kneeing me in the groin. And I’d deserve it.
As I move closer all I can think of is how much I want to take her, right here and now, and at the same time how much I want to cover her up, hide that perfect body away from the rest of the world. As a matter of fact, we should both run away from everything, but actually it wouldn’t be running at all. We just need to get away somewhere where we can be left alone.
But alone is probably how she’s going to want to be when she sees me. I can see she’s hurt, and it’s my fault. Her phone hasn’t worked since that moment at her house when her dad found out about us, and every time I drove by their house the blinds were pulled and the windows shut. Hell, I even rattled the doorknob one day. Locked, of course.
I’ve never felt this kind of angst before, and I need to rectify it now. My obsession with her is all-encompassing and I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t live without her by my side.
It’s time to tell her that right now, but as I move within a few feet of her, my big shadow darkening her path, she looks up…and quickly looks right back down. “Get away from me,” she says as flatly as she can as if everything inside her is dead.
I know it’s not true. I know she still longs for me as I burn inside for her. And something, call me crazy, tells me she’s carrying my child. That first time we made love I climaxed so hard I thought I’d ruined her insides, shot a hole clear through her. There’s no way that special seed didn’t take, that she’s not carrying my firstborn right now.
“I can’t and I won’t,” I reply, getting in step with her as she picks up the pace.
“You can and you will,” she says, stopping on a dime and staring me down, her eyes throwing daggers at me.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get a hold of you for a week, but you have to know it wasn’t for my lack of trying.”
“So you wait until I’m off at college, when my dad’s not around, so you can try and sneak back into my life?” she hisses.
“There’s no sneaking. I came by your house multiple times, even tried to enter. Your phone number obviously doesn’t work anymore and there’s only so much I can do when we both know there are still Feds in the area, although they’re probably gone by now.”
“No, they’re gone by now. Goodbye,” she cuts out at me, but more importantly, she doesn’t move.
And neither do I.
“You know what we have is special and there’s no denying it, us,” I try again.
“It’s over, Gio.”
My body bends forward slightly, her words a punch to the gut.
“It’s never over until Daddy says it’s over,” I throw a Hail Mary.
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“Cut the Daddy crap right now. Okay?”
“No, because when I told you I’m your Daddy and I’m going to take care of you forever I meant it. It wasn’t just a game. It’s a way of life and my life is nothing without you.”
“Too late for that.”
“It’s never too late, and as a matter of fact I’ve got a plan.”
“Another one of your plans I don’t hear about until it’s already finished? A plan where I have no say in the outcome of my own life? That’s not a plan, that’s you, an older man manipulating what you perceive to be a naive young girl. No thanks.”
She goes to move, but I grab her by the arm. She swings her books around like a shield and looks at me and then at my hand…but says nothing.
“Everything okay here, ma’am?” a campus cop, just passing by, asks.
“Beat it,” I say, baring my teeth and he waits for one second and leaves. Honestly, I’m torn. Although I’m definitely an imposing figure he should have done his job and waited on confirmation from the woman that she’s okay. My faith in the young men in this country is fading faster and faster each and every day.
“All I have to do is yell and someone will arrest you.”
“But you don’t want to do that because I love you.”
“Don’t say that,” she says, looking away.
I grab her face making her look into my eyes. I just stare into those baby blues until suddenly she cracks, smiling at me and I can’t help but do the same. “See, there it is. We just can’t be mad at each other. And for the record, that smile…I fall in love with you all over again every single time you flash it in my direction.” I pause. “And speaking of flashing, why are you showing so much skin?”
“Oh God,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s hot and—“
“You’re mine, remember. For my eyes only.”
“Well, I haven’t seen your eyes around lately.”
“I’ve been lurking in the shadows.”
“That sounds stalkerish.”