by S. Valentine
He gripped her hair as he jerked into her so powerfully, she almost couldn’t take it, the pleasure intense. She cried out incoherently.
“One of these days…” he breathed heavily into her ear, his fierce stare intent on her. “I’m going to claim every little part of you.” He squeezed her rear, roughly. “And you’re going to love it.”
She felt vibrations between her legs, which rippled through her stomach, as he returned to her clit. He circled it with his thumb as he pounded into her. Her abdomen tightened as pleasure took over.
“Don’t stop…” she pleaded, clawing at his shirt, pulling him against her.
What the hell? She glared at him when he withdrew, taking a step back. Oh no. She was so close. Her inner muscles throbbed and ached, needing to be satisfied.
“Darion. Don’t you dare.”
“I think we should practice tantric sex.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Let’s bring each other close to orgasm and stop. We can go all day.”
“Not now.” She grabbed him by his upper arm, pulling him into her.
She cried out when he filled her again, hitting her sensitive spot. She thrust her hips back and forth, mirroring his actions, urgently needing the heavy, swirling ache in her stomach to go.
“You want me to fuck you hard?” he asked, his eyes dark, possessed, a sadistic look on his face. Oh, how she adored that sexy look.
“Yes.”
Gabi didn’t think it could feel any more pleasurable, but she was wrong. He slowly slid in and out. Her breathing hitched. In and out. The pace was torturous. He was teasing her, preparing her. She gripped his buttocks, needing to be filled even more.
“Okay. Fast it is.”
He slammed into her so hard her body crashed against the wall. He bucked his hips at a frenetic pace, his features strained. His cock filled her deliciously, increasing her breathing and moaning. She caught sight of them in the mirror, which further piqued her arousal. Watching him fucking her was better than observing other couples in the playrooms.
She could see his ass bobbing, the expressions on his face. She glanced down to examine his cock sliding in, and then out. It was moist with her arousal, so thick and hard. She was unable to tear away from watching their bodies connecting.
“You like that?” he asked, leaning back slightly to give her a clearer view. His head dropped as he also watched his cock entering and leaving her sex.
“One day, we’ll set up a camera. Watch ourselves.” He bit her ear. “Would you like that?”
She felt heat flood through her chest and into her cheeks. Would she? She decided that she might. She nodded.
“We’re gonna do so much together sexually, Gabi.” His tone was seductive, husky, promising. “Just you wait and see.”
He sent her over the edge. She curled her fingers. As he continued to hit into her, she sucked in air. Her stomach and lungs tightened. She clutched him one final time and convulsed on a loud groan, exploding over and over. Darion followed closely, shuddering, his head thrown back, crying out.
Wow, Gabi thought with a soft laugh. She almost buckled on her weak knees, her vision blurry as she felt disoriented for a second. Balancing her weight on Darion, she cuddled him tightly.
***
The car journey to Darion’s parents’ house was quiet, except for music, which Gabi assumed Darion had played to avoid conversation. She remained staring out of the window, taking in the sights. The tidy streets of Mayfair were replaced with streets which were littered, and instead of seeing girls laden with designer shopping bags, and people in suits, she saw street gangs, and drunks stumbling around.
She twiddled with her nails, and tried to ignore the rolling of her stomach. She couldn’t decide whether she was nervous because she was meeting his parents and didn’t know what to expect, or whether it was because it seemed pointless, as she believed that soon enough, she and Darion would be over. How could he forgive her? She had done the one thing he despised—cheated, betrayed him outside of the playrooms.
When the car came to a halt forty minutes later, Gabi blinked rapidly. Sitting up in her seat, she rubbed her head. She must have fallen asleep. Glancing at Darion, she saw he was biting his lower lip, lost in a daze.
“Are you okay?” she asked, unbuckling her seatbelt.
He turned to face her. “I’m not sure this is a good idea, Gabi.”
Me either, she thought. Let’s save ourselves the hassle and go home. “You don’t have to introduce me to your parents,” she said. “Maybe we are moving too fast.”
“Gabi.” He shot her a look. “You’ve wanted nothing more than for our relationship to be exclusive.” His lips curled into a smile. “Everything Lexi said is true. If you need more stability, and this is the way to show you that I care, then so be it.”
Gabi turned her head away. She would have liked it in the past, yes. But things had changed since then.
He nodded toward a red Seat Leon. “Dion is here too.”
Gabi took out lip-gloss from her bag. She wiped the wand across her lips, coating them with a shimmery pink colour. After she quickly ran a brush through her hair, she pulled herself out of the car, the door of which Darion was holding open.
“I meant what I said about my parents. They’re not nice people.”
“What did they do to you, Darion?” she asked.
“It’s more a case of what they didn’t do.” He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets.
“Milano, long time, no see,” a man called out from across the street.
Darion acknowledged him with a nod of the head.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks.”
Gabi followed Darion toward a house. Judging from the size of it, and the windows at the front, she guessed it had four bedrooms. The garden was untidy, the grass needed a cut, and the wilting flowers desperately needed watering. When she was before the front door, she also couldn’t help but notice it needed a good slick of paint, and the window needed a scrub.
“My mom works two jobs. She doesn’t get around to getting everything done,” Darion informed Gabi as he ducked his head. She wasn’t sure whether it was in embarrassment or annoyance. “I’ve offered to help. They won’t accept.”
He curled his fingers into a fist and knocked on the glass.
“Who is it?” she heard a female yell from the other side.
“Darion.”
The door creaked open. Gabi came face to face with a stunning woman, who she assumed was Dion. Her hair was brown with thin blonde streaks all over. She had Darion’s green eyes and full lips. Her body was petite and concealed in a white vest top and ripped blue denim jeans. She had no shoes on her feet, only black socks.
“What do you want?” Her stare swept over Darion.
“To start with? A coffee.”
She shook her head, and smiled. “You asshole.” She flung her arms around his neck. “You never visit anymore.”
“We both know why that is.”
“Yeah, well, doesn’t stop you popping by my house.” She peered over his shoulder. “Nice car! I thought you only had the Jeep?”
“I have a bike too.”
“It’s all right for some.” Her eyes lit up, as if she was proud of her big brother. “You look smart, Daz.”
He rubbed the stubble on his chin, as if finding it difficult to accept a compliment. “This is Gabi.” He stepped back. “Gabi, this is Dion.”
“Hi, Gabi.” Dion gave her the once over. “Nice to meet you. She’s certainly an upgrade on Eva.” She nudged Darion with a wink.
“Who’s at the door, Dion?” a male voice boomed from inside.
“It’s Darion.” She moved aside for them to enter.
Gabi took in the hallway. She’d expected it to be adorned with family photographs like most houses were, however the walls were bare. When she entered the living room, closely behind Darion, she could see that a man, more than likely his dad, was watching boxing on television, a bottle of Corona in
his hand.
“You remembered where we live then?” his dad huffed.
“Just about,” Darion responded, pulling out a chair near a table. He dropped down onto it. He pointed at another chair, indicating for Gabi to sit.
Reluctantly, she sat down. His dad hadn’t even looked up from the television. Only when the boxing had finished did he rise to his feet. He was an older version of Darion—tall, green eyes, dark hair, and the same slightly tanned complexion. His family had good genes. So far they were all above average in looks. His face broke into a smile as he studied Gabi.
“New girlfriend again?” he asked. “Can never keep up with them.”
A laugh which sounded uncomfortable left Darion’s mouth. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Too right it doesn’t.”
“Gabi, this is my dad, Luca.”
Gabi looked at Darion, knowing surprise must have surfaced on her face.
“What?” Darion asked. “Gabi, don’t tell me you didn’t know I have Italian in my blood.”
She laughed, feeling her face flame. “I…”
“Didn’t the surname give it away?”
“My parents were from Portofino,” his dad informed her. “So, who are you?”
Darion, the Italian stallion. Yummy. “Um, Gabriella,” she responded.
“Gabriella? Spanish ancestors?”
She shook her head. “No. My mom just liked the name. Nothing exotic about my family tree.”
“I’d disagree,” Luca said, a twinkle appearing in his eye.
Darion rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, why are you here, Darion?” He turned his attention back to Darion, a puzzled expression on his face.
“I was in the area.”
“Darion, Gabi,” Dion shouted from the kitchen. “We’re outta coffee. You want tea? Squash?”
“Tea will be fine,” Darion responded. “Gabi?”
“I’m okay.”
“Where’s Mom?”
“Working. Where else?”
Gabi chewed her nail, not knowing where to place herself. The tension in the room was so intense it almost seemed tangible. Darion’s relationship with his parents was nothing like she had with hers. She could see he was uncomfortable as he tapped his foot on the floor and crossed his arms across his chest.
She was slightly relieved when Dion returned with a cup of tea. She placed it on the table.
“Where’s Jane?”
Dion threw him a look. “She’s upstairs.” Standing in the doorway, she shouted, “Odelia. Uncle Darion is here.”
Gabi could hear the sound of hurried footsteps booming down the stairs. A pretty girl who looked similar to Dion rushed into the room. She appeared to be about six in age. She flung her arms around Darion’s neck.
“Daz, where have you been?”
“Working.”
“Nanny said you work with prostitutes. What’s a prostitute?”
Darion leant back in his chair with a sigh.
“Don’t use that word again,” Dion snapped.
“Use what word?”
Gabi turned her attention to the door. A woman who must have been his mom appeared, her arms full with bags, of which milk bottles, cereal boxes, and fruit was visible. Darion hurriedly approached her, taking bags from her arms. Gabi could tell by the circles under her eyes, and her drooped shoulders, that she was exhausted. Her hair was greyer than it was brown, and hung lifelessly flat down her back. It was clear she would have been beautiful when she was younger. She could even have been beautiful now, although it looked like she’d given up on her appearance a long time ago.
“Prostitutes,” Odelia repeated. “You said Darion works with them.”
“Well, they do sell their bodies for money,” his mom said before leaving the room. “And turn that television down, Luca. Are you deaf or something?”
Darion followed his mom, leaving Gabi twiddling with her thumbs. She felt unwelcome, desperately wishing they could leave. Dion began making small talk, asking Gabi where she was from, and how she and Darion had met. She revealed she was a single mom, and only lived a street away. She apologised for her parents’ behavior under her breath, and said she wished she could say it was just an off day, but it wasn’t.
“The only reason I visit is because Odelia, for some crazy reason, adores them. I guess she knows no better.”
“Mom, this is Gabi. Gabi, this is my mom, Whitney,” Darion gave the introductions when he returned.
“Hi.” Gabi flashed her a smile.
“Hi,” she responded flatly, seeming disinterested. She dropped onto the sofa, next to Luca.
“Work okay?” Darion asked his mom, obviously trying to make polite conversation.
“What do you think?”
Silence descended upon the room.
“It’s been years since I opened the club, and you still haven’t visited,” Darion said firmly.
“I’m not interested in visiting that sort of place.” Whitney screwed her face up. “Your dad might have a thing for cheap tittie bars, but I haven’t.”
Gabi noticed Darion’s face fall. She doubted she had ever seen his eyes look so sad. She saw his Adam’s apple dip as he swallowed. Drumming his fingers on the tabletop, he must have remembered his drink, and so reached over to grab it.
“Right, I’m going out,” his dad said, standing up.
“See what I mean?” Whitney shook her head.
“There’s nothing else to do around here.”
“Dad, I can give you a ride if you wait. I’m not staying long.”
“My car might not have cost over twenty grand like yours, but it gets me down the road.”
Darion opened his mouth to speak, and then obviously thinking better of it, closed it.
“I think Darion’s done great with the club,” Dion said as she braided Odelia’s hair. “And his car is amazing. Give him a break.”
“Don’t start.” Whitney shot Dion a look.
“Would it kill you to congratulate him for once?”
“Dion, stop.” Darion held his palm in the air. “It’s okay.”
“No,” she huffed. “They never congratulated you when you passed your GSCE’s, or when you opened the club, or when you could finally afford nice things. Oh, and when you got married. It’s not right.”
“Oh, here we go.” His mother grabbed the television remote and turned the volume higher.
“This is why I’m always out.” Luca pulled on his jacket. “I’ve got a miserable wife.”
“I wouldn’t be miserable if you hadn’t come into my life,” she snapped.
“Oh yeah, because you’d be a fucking trolley dolly now, flying to exotic locations. Well, you’re a mother instead. Deal with it. That ship sailed a long time ago.”
“You can talk. If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be in prison, not making up for lost time by sleeping around.”
“My daughter is in the room,” Dion yelled. “And we have company.”
“I’m not gonna pretend everything is perfect just because we have company.” Whitney folded her arms across her chest.
“It’s called politeness,” Dion said through clenched teeth.
“See you soon, Odelia.” Luca bent down and pinched the girl’s cheek.
“Are you going to see prostitutes? Nan says you do.”
“Odelia! What did I say about using that word?”
“Unfortunately, your grandpa doesn’t have that much money.”
“Get a job then,” Whitney shouted. “Oh, I forgot. You have a criminal record for theft.”
“I was young and stupid.” Luca sighed. “Gabi, good luck with my son.” He gave her a brief wave and left the room.
“I’m sick of this shit,” Dion muttered under her breath.
“I’m sick of this shit,” Odelia repeated.
Dion gasped, but then seeing the funny side, she started laughing. Darion followed suit.
“Gabi, can I get you a drink, some food?” Dar
ion asked, standing up.
“No, thanks. I’m okay.” The sooner they left the better.
As Odelia began telling Gabi about school and her friends, Gabi watched as Darion approached Whitney and sat down. She could see his mouth moving, his face etched with worry, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He placed a hand on Whitney’s arm, but she edged away. The hurt and rejection was apparent on Darion’s face. He abruptly stood up again and shoved his hand into his pocket.
“You don’t need to work two jobs, I tell you all of the time. I’ll send you money.”
Whitney threw him a look of disgust. “I’m not some charity case.”
“Mom, I—”
“You come here, with your fancy car, your fancy clothes, throwing money around, thinking you’re better than us.”
Darion blew out an exasperated puff of air, as if not believing his ears.
“Mom, he’s only trying to help.”
“I’m leaving,” Darion said. He crouched down and handed Odelia a wad of money. “You buy yourself something nice, okay?”
“Wow.” Her face lit up. “Mom, look how much money is here.”
“Darion, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. Here.” He handed Dion money. “Take this.”
“No, Daz.”
“Take it,” he said, his tone firm. “Come on, Gabi.”
Gabi grabbed her handbag and clambered to her feet. “It was nice meeting you.” She wasn’t surprised when his mom didn’t respond. “Dion, Odelia, nice meeting you both.” She gave them a little wave.
“It was lovely meeting you, Gabi. Maybe one day the four of us can go out?” Dion smiled.
Odelia clapped her hands together with excitement. “Can we?”
“Yeah.” Darion nodded. “Call me.” He ruffled Odelia’s head. “Be a good girl for mommy, Jane.”
Dion slapped him on the arm playfully. “Don’t be a stranger.”
As they made their way back to the car, Gabi felt a heavy ache in her throat. She could have cried on the spot for Darion. It was clear that no matter what he did, or tried to do, his parents never showed they were proud of him. What a horrible way to grow up. She could see that Darion was trying to put on a brave face with a smile, but she knew he was hurting.