Out of Bondage

by Jamila Jasper

  * * *

  Just as pain had come so easily to her the past week, pleasure came easily too. Eve could feel tingling sensations traveling from her bosoms all the way to the wetness between her legs. Nico’s lips traveled from one breast to another. Eve could feel her pussy getting more and more desperate to feel his hard tool thrusting hard inside her.

  She pulled away gently. Nico got the message. He directed his attention elsewhere. First, he started kissing Eve’s neck. Her dark skin was so responsive to his touch. His ivory colored hand traveled along her skin as he kissed her neck and then her belly and then moved his lips all the way down to her mound, right above her pussy.

  * * *

  Eve’s breathing grew shallower in anticipation. There was nothing she craved more than feeling Nico’s exploring tongue and soft lips against the tender flesh of her pussy. Once Nico got to her mound, he began kissing the area of her hips and thighs. He kissed her pussy lips gently, but didn't permit his tongue to enter the space between them.

  * * *

  Eve spread her legs wide, hoping to avoid teasing and for Nico to get straight to the point. He wasn’t going to let her have it so easy.

  * * *

  “Shh,” He whispered, “Patience, Signora.”

  * * *

  Eve felt anything but patient. Her hunger for Nico had built up and she no longer felt she could wait. Nico enforced a waiting period. He allowed his lips to kiss every inch of Eve’s beautiful, thick brown thighs. He grasped and clutched at the curviest parts of her body, enjoying her scent, her taste and the impeccable softness of her flesh.

  * * *

  “Please… No more teasing,” Eve whispered.

  * * *

  With her head pressed against the pillow, she closed her eyes and waited for Nico to spread her pussy lips wide open. His eyes stared right at her engorged clit and she could feel his desire to lick her all over reach its crescendo. He pressed his tongue against Eve’s pussy and she exploded with pleasure. Nico began to lap his tongue along the length of her wetness.

  * * *

  Eve clutched the sheets and threw her head back, trying her hardest not to moan. The last thing she wanted was for Edoardo to hear kinky moans of pleasure coming from their bedroom.

  Keeping quiet proved difficult. Nico’s tongue lavished her pussy with kisses and surges of electric pleasure. He pressed her thighs into the bed and stuck his tongue into each fold, cleaning out her juices and swallowing every last drop. Eve felt pleasure unlike anything she’d known. Star-like bursts of euphoria were emitted in her skull and she gasped, and gasped, and gasped until she came,

  * * *

  Orgasm erupted from Eve’s core like a volcano and she let out a loud moan that nearly shook the walls of the house. Keeping quiet clearly wasn’t working. Hearing her moan, Nico began to lick at her pussy more furiously, sucking on her lips and sending Eve into louder and louder moans as she came over and over again.

  * * *

  She came hard again…

  * * *

  This time, Nico pulled his lips away from her pussy. He kissed her and then stripped himself down to nothing. His cock was more eager to burst than ever. Thick veins wrapped around the ropey length of man flesh and as he took his position on the bed next to her, Eve could feel her heart racing with excitement. Watching Nico’s impressive piece of man meat and thinking about how deeply he could penetrate her always sent Eve over the edge with lust.

  * * *

  As she spread her legs wider and lifted them over her head, Nico lined his cock up with her eager entrance. Eve was slick all over her pussy and thighs. Her engorged slit was practically begging for entry.

  * * *

  Nico pressed her legs back and began to slide his thick cock between her lips.

  * * *

  “Ohhh,” Eve moaned as she felt Nico’s massive cock stretching her pussy lips apart.

  * * *

  He kept pushing his dick deep inside her and she gasped and moaned until his full length was buried to the hilt inside her. That sensation of being absolutely full of her husband would never get old. Eve gripped Nico’s taut buttocks and looked him in the eye as he began to thrust his member between her lips.

  * * *

  She groaned and dug her nails into his buttocks as his dick plunged in and out of her repeatedly. As Nico’s blue eyes fixated on hers, Eve found herself coming close to another orgasm. He thrust into her harder and faster until she was on the verge of bursting.

  * * *

  Sweat covered Nico’s skin and Eve’s pussy remained soaking wet with her juices. She longed to cum, but what she longed for even more was to feel Nico come inside her.

  * * *

  Just the thought of Nico’s seed erupting from his staff and coating her hot pussy with his juices drove Eve wild. She let out a loud cry that could surely be heard throughout the house and then she came — long and hard. Nico kept pounding at her wetness over and over again as she came.

  * * *

  His wife’s quivering beneath him was sending him close to the edge himself. He grunted and kept pumping his hardness into her, gasping as her pussy squeezed his cock like a vice with each stroke.

  * * *

  “Cum inside me baby,” Eve whimpered.

  * * *

  Nico grunted, thrusting into her harder.

  * * *

  “Cum for me baby… fill me up with your hot… sticky… cum…”

  * * *

  Nico couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a loud grunt and erupted inside of Eve’s wetness. Spurts of his juices flowed from his cock and lined the walls of her tight heat with his seed. They heaved together as Nico’s cock twitched again and even more of his cum erupted from his staff. They shuddered and Nico pulled his cock out of Eve’s pussy. The forcefulness of their climaxes had stunned both parties into silence.

  * * *

  Eve gasped for breath and then reached for her husband’s hand. Ride or die baby, that’s what this was all about.

  5

  Avenging My Mother

  In the morning, Eve and Nico woke up to the sound of Edoardo’s fists pounding aggressively against the door to their bedroom. Eve woke with a start, worried again that their safety had been compromised, worried again that they’d have to run for their lives, either narrowly escaping death or falling into its clutches.

  * * *

  “Wake up!” Edoardo pounded again.

  * * *

  Eve rushed to the door while Nico tried to rouse himself from what had been a deep sleep. She opened the door to see Edoardo standing before her, not with a look of panic and fear, but with a look of absolute glee.

  * * *

  “What the hell could possibly have you so cheerful at…” Eve looked around for a clock.

  * * *

  She had no idea of the time and the sky was gloomy enough for it to be anywhere between five in the morning and ten.

  * * *

  “It’s 6,” Nico mumbled, approaching the door with just a t-shirt and boxers on.

  * * *

  “I have wonderful news,” Edoardo assured them.

  * * *

  Nico grumbled again, “This news had better be good.”

  * * *

  “Oh yes. I think you’ll like what one of my moles turned up.”

  * * *

  “When the hell did you have time to do a damned thing last night,” Nico mumbled.

  * * *

  Edoardo grinned, “You were quite busy at the time.”

  * * *

  Eve felt hot shame rush to her face. She knew it was ridiculous. Nico was her husband and they had every right to enjoy each other’s bodies like that. She just hated feeling like it was on display. Edoardo didn’t seem to mind.

  * * *

  “Hm,” Nico said, also ignoring Edoardo’s comment, “Let’s see what you’ve got then.”

  * * *

  “I know where your brother and father are hiding.”
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  Nico raised his eyebrow, “How could you possibly know such a thing?”

  * * *

  Edoardo chuckled, “Carelessness. Luca might be smart enough to keep himself off the grid but Giuseppe certainly isn’t.”

  * * *

  “Great. Taking advantage of an old man’s technological ignorance.”

  * * *

  “Exactly. I have an address and I’ve sent a guy to scope out the place.”

  * * *

  “How far away is it?” Nico asked.

  * * *

  Eve looked at Nico hopefully, praying that her husband had changed his mind and had started to see her side of things.

  * * *

  “It’s not far,” Edoardo said, “Around one hour out.”

  * * *

  “We should call the police,” Nico said.

  * * *

  Eve and Edoardo exchanged glances. They knew their two votes in favor of leaving law enforcement out of this would upset Nico. He was hell-bent on getting his way — something that hadn’t happened since his twin brother had barged into their wedding and murdered guests.

  * * *

  “No,” Eve said, resting her hand on her husband’s shoulder to try to calm him down prematurely.

  * * *

  “And why the hell not?” Nico asked, “You’ve seen what my brother is capable of and how far he’s willing to go.”

  * * *

  Edoardo pointed out, “And we’ve seen how little law enforcement can do to stop him.”

  * * *

  “Well, he can’t bring Giuseppe in again now that we’re onto him,” Nico countered.

  * * *

  Eve didn’t think the point was as strong as her husband thought it was. Luca always seemed one step ahead and they were getting a once in a lifetime chance to ambush him. This wouldn’t be a nearly obvious trap. A pure ambush was their sole chance at freedom. It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be easier than any other option available to them.

  * * *

  “Nico, Luca always seems to be one step ahead. We need to put an end to this.”

  * * *

  Nico looked over at his wife and saw the desperation in her eyes.

  * * *

  “Please,” Eve begged him, “I want to see Matteo again. I just want to go home.”

  * * *

  “I guess this is our only chance,” Nico conceded.

  * * *

  He was still uneasy. This could go sideways at any minute and then his son could be left with no parents. That wasn’t how this love story was supposed to end. They were supposed to be flying off into the sunset on a private jet, not dying at the hands of Nico’s twin brother in Italy.

  * * *

  Nico cleared his throat, “We need guns. And we need to call Matteo… Just in case this is the last time he hears our voice.”

  * * *

  Eve nodded. She had considered the possibility this might be a suicide mission. She knew this wasn’t how either of them wanted this to end but she saw no other choice. They could do this and risk everything, or they could let Luca terrorize them forever. Luca wouldn’t stop until he was dead and no amount of running or hiding would ever set them free.

  * * *

  Edoardo left the room and started accumulating weapons and making more calls.

  * * *

  “I have no idea how to use a gun,” Eve said.

  * * *

  Nico glared at her, “And you won’t have to use a gun.”

  * * *

  Eve looked away.

  * * *

  “Listen Eve, I’m just worried about you.”

  * * *

  “I know.”

  * * *

  Nico pulled her close and kissed her.

  * * *

  “We’ll get out of this,” Eve tried to reassure him.

  * * *

  “I hope you’re right.”

  They picked up the phone and called Martina. It was the middle of the night when they called but she was already up with Matteo. Eve spoke to her son and tried to disguise the fact that there were tears in her eyes. She didn’t want her son to realize how scared she was. She was the one who was supposed to be strong for him. Nico got on the phone with his son and spoke to him in a mixture of Italian and English.

  * * *

  Eve squeezed Nico’s hands tightly and when they were through on the phone, they both felt as if they’d reached the point of no return. They’d chosen to handle this the hard way and neither of them felt certain about Luca anymore. At first they were sure it would be easy, but after his various stunts, they couldn’t rule out the fact that they might not make it.

  * * *

  Eve kept squeezing her husband’s hand until Edoardo walked through the door and encouraged them to leave.

  * * *

  They drove around, checking with Edoardo’s contacts until the sun began to set. They arrived at the location by dusk. Everything was covered in a tinted grey color. Eve could feel the agitation building up in her chest and stomach. She’d agreed to all this, but now that she was here, Eve couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

  * * *

  The small cottage looked more like the place you’d expect to find vacationing honeymooners, not sociopathic murderers. The jarring juxtaposition added to the eeriness of their location.

  * * *

  “We should scope things out,” Nico said, “Make sure it isn’t a trap.”

  * * *

  “Agreed,” Edoardo said.

  * * *

  Eve didn’t bother saying anything. She knew the two men would have her remain in the car. Eve stayed in the backseat as she watched Edoardo and Nico exit the car together slowly. The half-brothers had a similar gait as they approached the house slowly. They disappeared from view and Eve became suspended in time as she waited for something to happen.

  * * *

  There were no gunshots yet. Edoardo and Nico rounded back to the car and declared that everything was safe. This wasn’t a trap. It was clean and clear access to Luca.

  * * *

  “Are we going in?” Eve asked.

  * * *

  “Give her a handgun,” Nico said.

  * * *

  Edoardo handed Eve a handgun. She was no sharpshooter, but in a pinch, she could make use of it.

  * * *

  They began walking towards the house together, taking each step in silent unison. When they approached the back door, Nico broke in too easily. Eve felt uneasy. This shouldn’t be that easy. Everything else thus far had been beyond difficult. She couldn’t believe that breaching Luca’s security would then be so simple.

  * * *

  Nico walked into the house first, slowly surveying each room. No one in the kitchen. No one in the living room. Downstairs was evacuated.

  * * *

  “But there’s a car here,” Eve whispered.

  * * *

  Edoardo nodded and jutted his chin out to point to the stairs that led to the bedrooms. Nico nodded in response and they began to ascend the stairs leading to the bedrooms. All the doors were open except one.

  * * *

  The house was the least creaky house they’d entered in Italy. A small blessing. Nico approached the door, unsure of what he’d find behind it. Maybe this was all a trap after all, and pushing down on the door handle would get his ass blown to smithereens.

  * * *

  Nico squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the door handle forcefully as he thrust it open.

  * * *

  “Motherfucker!” He heard his father’s voice yell.