by DJ Parker
He crawled over me and placed two pink rubber hooks over each nipple. He pulled on the metal clamps and tightened the hooks around my nipple, damn near cutting of the circulation.
“Andriano what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
Holding the remote, he pressed one of the buttons, and the rubber hooks vibrated around my nipples, causing me to arch my back and lift my head off the pillow slightly. He leaned down and licked each nipple with his stiff tongue as his hand cupped my pussy tightly. Sliding his index and middle finger into my hole, he pushed in and out of my flooding tunnel as he rubbed over my g-spot. He placed his thumb over my clit and pressed down on the tender bulb. I moaned out his name, as he pleasured my body. He elevated the vibrations over my nipples to another level, and then withdrew his hand from my aching pussy. My arms strained, as I pulled on my handcuffed wrists. I licked my lips and stared at his hungry eyes.
“Oh, bella mia,” he whispered huskily before he grabbed the next toy. The navy blue disk had round clear dime size beads on it. When he flipped the switch, the beads rotated in circular motions and turned red. He spread my legs open, exposing what lay in between my lower lips. Placing the disk over my throbbing clit that poked out like a bullet, I felt the heat that radiated from the red rotating beads. Instant sensation increased, as he added vibration along with an increase of rotation speed. Out of quick reflex, I attempted to close my legs. But his strong arms and shoulders pressed on each leg to keep me opened wide. I moaned and tossed my head on the pillow, as I painfully yanked my arms.
“Come for me, bella mia,” he commanded, as his mouth lay close to my pulsating pussy. He tilted his head to the side and angled his tongue to slide inside my tunnel sideways—tongue fucking my tight hole. Feeling light-headed, I yanked on my handcuffed wrists again before I screamed out a slew of curse words. My orgasm was at the peak, as he increased the speed and vibration while roughly tongue fucking me.
“UHHHH Andriano—fuck me!!!” I screamed out, as my orgasm busted out of me. He licked my pussy clean, removed the disk off of my clit, and removed the rubber hooks off of my nipples. After freeing my wrists, I flipped him onto his back with a quick movement and now straddled his body. He grabbed both arms and held them behind me with one hand before he used his other hand to lift my body and slide down onto his throbbing cock. He lifted his hips and smashed his pelvis into me, hard and fast.
“AHHHHAHHHAAAHH!…Yes, yes, daddy! Yesss, daddy! Yes!” I screamed as he attacked my pussy with his death stroke cock. I bounced uncontrollably up and down his shaft as he held onto my wrists behind my back.
Releasing my wrists, he wrapped both hands around my waist and repeatedly slammed my pussy onto his cock as if he was attempting to go deeper with each stroke. I rubbed both of my breasts together and tilted my head back, as I came harder than my first orgasm. He turned my body around with my back colliding into his hard chiseled chest, as I unconventionally straddled him backward. I began riding him, as I leaned forward and exposed my ass cheeks—while making sure that he also saw the back of my pussy sliding down his long thick length.
“Fuck—that’s it baby—take all of my dick,” he moaned, as he slapped my ass cheeks. “You should see how your pussy is swallowing my dick,” he groaned, as I slowly gyrated my hips forward to deeply stroke his dick. Switching positions within a blink of an eye, Andriano had me on all fours as he slid his dick inside of me from behind.
Moaning loudly—as he pounded his raging cock into my slick hole, hitting my g-spot dead on—I came again for the third time that morning. He pulled one of my arms and flipped me onto my back. His eyes were different from the lustful looks he would give me whenever we were intimate. This time, his light grey eyes were almost glass like as if I could see everything in him clearly. He pushed his cock in and remained still. When I tried to adjust my hips to move in and out of him, he pushed himself deeper and held my body still.
“Simone, I want you to know that you are the only woman who has my heart. I will always love you. Just remember that and hold it in your heart forever,” he said against my lips before he started to thrust in and out of me. My heart swelled with joy that I was not alone in how I felt for him.
“And I will always love you, Andriano,” I whispered against his earlobe, as he kissed and licked my neck. He lifted his head up and demanded that I tell him again, while he pushed harder and faster into me.
“I love you,” I moaned, as I neared another orgasm.
“Again,” he said, as he clenched my thighs with his massive hands in order to pound into me deeper.
“I love you—ohhh—Andrianoooooo!” I screamed out, as I gripped his cock while I came all over him.
“Forever, bella mia,” he moaned loudly as he slammed into me one last time. Shooting his seed deep inside my womb, neither one us looked away as we locked eyes. He flipped me over to lie on his chest and rubbed my back as I listened to his fast heartbeat. We never spoke about why he came inside of me as oppose to pulling out.
A few weeks later, after we returned home from Las Vegas, he seemed a bit more distant and cold—which I attributed to his father being sick and the demands of both of his businesses. Although there were no major noticeable changes in our relationship, I sensed that he had a lot on his mind. I threw on my skintight white spaghetti strap shirt and put on distressed washed denim shorts that stopped just under my butt. I threw on some gold accessories, applied mascara, and lip gloss and used Victoria’s curling wand to apply light, bouncy beach waves. Slipping my feet into some gold sandals, I reached for my phone and dialed Andriano’s number. A woman answered the phone.
Simone: Hello? Hello?
Unknown woman: Yes
Simone: Who is this?
I heard a little tussle in the background as if the phone dropped. Then the call ended.
I tried to call him back but was sent straight to voicemail. I pulled my purse off the back of our door hook and headed downstairs to hail a cab. I didn’t think about what I was doing or about where I was going. All I knew was that I needed my questions answered tonight. Hopping into the cab, I instructed the driver to go to Andriano’s loft. At that point, I didn’t care about paying $45 for the cab fare.
I greeted Earl, the doorman, and hopped on the elevator. I took a chance coming over here, but I knew that his club and restaurant were not far away from his loft. I pounded on his door a couple of times. No answer. Going back down, I exited his building and walked the short distance to The Land. As I entered the packed nightclub, I made my way towards the bar and spotted Jacob bartending.
“Hey you,” he said with a cheerful smile, as he exited the bar station and gave me a hug. “Long time no see.”
“I know. I know. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been extremely busy with school and work,” I said. The truth is, I couldn’t face him. After Andriano had assaulted him eight months ago, I’d avoided him altogether. He looked the same, with the exception of his crooked jaw. I’m just happy that he was able to retain his job as a bartender.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked.
“No, I’m actually looking for your boss. Have you seen him?” I asked out of sheer desperation.
“Who? Nicolai?” he responded. We both knew who I was really looking for, but I went with the flow and clarified.
“No, Andriano Balducci,” I said almost faintly, after clearing my throat.
“Oh, you mean the owner. I haven’t seen him. Is everything ok?” he asked, as he stared at me suspiciously.
“Yes, I will be right back,” I said nonchalantly, as I walked away from the bar and made my way through the crowded dance floor. When I finally appeared in front of Andriano’s office door, my nerves finally caught up with the rest of me as I contemplated whether or not I should knock.
*Knock… Knock… Knock*
I knocked on the door a little louder than my three soft knocks had been previously; yet, no answer. Walking away feeling defeated and lost, I made my way to the front of the clu
b and left the establishment. Just as I made my way outside, I spotted Andriano’s car in front of the young male valet parking attendant. The tall and slim attendant rushed to the driver’s side and opened the door. More people were outside than earlier with a vibration of multiple conversations flowing all around. As I moved through the crowd to get closer to Andriano’s car, I halted immediately when I saw Josephine hop out of the passenger’s side with Andriano’s assistance. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. With my phone to my ear, I watched how Andriano looked down at his phone screen and pressed a button that forwarded my call to his voicemail. He walked hand in hand with Josephine, slid his cell phone in his pocket, and entered his lounge. With quivering lips and tears that threatened to flow, I quickly walked down the block and hailed a cab.
How could I have been so stupid? I asked myself while sitting in the cab.
Chapter Twenty
Josephine
This is the fucking eighth time that S.S. has called his phone. Each time S.S. called, Andriano would look at his screen and press ignore. After a while, he put his phone on silent and put his phone face down on the kitchen counter. His phone lit up each time a text message came through. But, he conveniently disabled the feature to prevent text messages from appearing on the screen. Rather, the name of the texter appeared. He’s getting smarter, I thought, as I became familiar with his methods of concealing the identity of endless flings. Great, he’s going to the bathroom. Looking down at his sleek black phone, I thought of all the possible passwords that I could use to unlock his phone.
While in Milan, I received a few alarming newsflashes about Andriano’s shiftiness. One thing that’s puzzling is his latest whore that he’s been running around with. It is some nobody—a black girl at that—who is occupying his time. Hmm, that’s a first. The reports even indicated that he stopped fucking his usual sidepieces since getting with this girl. I mean, who the fuck is she? I ordered my informant to send me pictures and a bio-sketch of this bitch. Lucky for me, he knows Andriano personally. In fact, he’s the last person who Andriano would suspect was ratting him out.
This girl is definitely going to be trouble. Apparently, she’s been in and out of his building all hours of the day and night. He even had the audacity to arrange a rooftop dinner for her. As much as I wanted to storm through his front door this morning, I chose the latter. I kept my composure intact when I remembered that we’re getting married. He promised that he would end all of flings and honor our matrimonial vows.
To be honest, I’m fine with his casual flings, for now. Andriano was always honest, for the most part, about all of the women he fucked. I would ask, and he would tell me the truth. Taking heed to his honesty, I paid close attention to the pattern of his flings over the past three years. They never lasted past a month. But, this time was different. My gut feeling knew this to be true. No way is this merely a casual fling.
For his and her sake, it better not be Victoria’s friend. Her friend had cleaned up well when I saw her at the Christmas party. Earlier that day, my sister and I saw her, Victoria, and Kate Spillmore at the perfume boutique. She’s definitely not from money or status, as she meekly looked at the perfume bottles. She looked pathetic, almost like a peasant among us at that moment in time. I can’t say that I felt bad for her, but I knew that she shouldn’t be among us.
I saw the way Andriano feasted his eyes on her at the Christmas party. Still, there was no comparison between her and I. Together, Andriano and I are the perfect star-studded couple. I proved that when I walked over to him and kissed his cheek tenderly instead of sticking around to be introduced to her. Mother always said that we should remain unbothered by the meaningless things.
His phone lit up again with an incoming call from the infamous S.S. Taking this opportunity, I hastily answer his phone. A female’s voice was on the other end. When she asked who I was, I was ready to remind the whore of her position in Andriano’s life. But, I heard footsteps trail into the kitchen, and I instantly ended the phone call. Instead of Andriano coming into the kitchen, it was his darling little sister Katerina. I missed my opportunity to confront the whore.
Later that night, on the way to the city, I seductively asked Andriano to take me out. He seemed hesitant, and that’s when I knew that he had changed. After a moment of silence, I got straight to the point, “Who is S.S.?”
“My maid,” he said straightforwardly.
“Does she clean your house or clean your cock?” I asked. Even I knew that I overstepped that line. We never argued about anything, and I never used profanity around a man period. Yet, I was angry and maybe jealous. No, fuck that, I’m not jealous.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he said sternly. I admit, Andriano’s temper is a total turn on.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I saw that S.S. called a few times while we were at your parent’s house,” I said softly.
“Like I told you, she’s my maid,” he said nonchalantly.
“Fire her, or else…” I said quietly.
Stopping short at a green light, Andriano put the car in park and turned to look at me despite people beeping their horns behind us. “Are you threatening me?” he asked, as his eyes filled up with darkness.
Shaking my head no, I sat in fear of what would occur next. He simply repositioned his body, shifted the car out of park, and took the red light. I was able to retain my normal breathing again after a few minutes.
“We’re going to The Land tonight. I don’t want you to worry about my maid. Josephine, you’re more important than any other woman in the world because you’re going to be my wife. You want her fired…fine…consider it done,” he said.
A smile of satisfaction emerged, as I felt I had been successful in putting an end to our problem. I should really tell my informant that he doesn’t have to send me any additional documents because it’s handled. On second thought…maybe not.
Chapter Twenty-One
Simone
“Did you get it?” Victoria asked as she lay on the hospital bed of her private room in the alcohol and drug abuse recovery unit.
She looked so much better as each day passed. I opted to stay with her until she was cleared for release tomorrow. After watching Andriano hand in hand with Josephine, I decided to grab some extra clothes and stay with Victoria while she recovered. Her family seemed to be very pleased, as they did not protest. Finals were over, and I had already registered for next semester. The Spillmores encouraged me to spend the summer with them. Mrs. Spillmore planned out our whole summer to be filled with spas, retreats, and trips to the Caribbean. In the midst of everything that occurred over the past couple of weeks and the recent occurrences of Andriano’s deception, I didn’t realize that I was late. I attributed my nausea and fatigue to being overworked and depressed.
Victoria sat up on the bed and ate the creamy shrimp fettuccine alfredo pasta dish that I purchased from the Italian restaurant across from the hospital. For the past two days, I could not eat anything, and the smell of her food made me nauseous. This morning, I could not contain my vomit as I ran into the bathroom. After a moment or so, Victoria asked me if I had gotten my period. I looked at her confused and then pulled out my phone and checked my period tracker app.
“I’m two weeks late,” I said in a low whisper.
“I really think that you should take a test just to be sure,” she said.
I left the hospital and walked to the nearest drug store and purchased a pregnancy test. When I entered Victoria’s hospital room, she stood up and asked me if I bought the test. With a simple nod, I walked into the bathroom and took the test. For two minutes, Victoria and I stared from afar at the pregnancy test on her window sill. I walked over to the test after two minutes and held onto the stick for a few seconds before I looked down. A small squeal was followed by tears that slid down my cheeks in response to the positive reading. Victoria flew over to my side and looked down at the test. She held me, as I cried on her shoulder.
Simone is ignoring me; I came to terms with the unfortunate reality after four days of calling her non-stop. According to James, she took a week off from work for personal reasons. Feeling inclined to search for her, I walked onto Simone’s campus into the first dormitory building and demanded that the young Asian male Resident Assistant release Simone’s dorm room information. I went as far as calling big mouth Victoria, but she did not answer. Overwhelmed with panic, I feared the worst. The last time that I spoke to her was four days ago before I left with Josephine that morning. I spent most of that day watching my family express adoration over Josephine. They thought that she was a perfect addition to our large family. When Simone started calling, I had to forward all my phone calls to voicemail to avoid any suspicion. By the time I looked down at my phone after Sunday dinner, I saw that she called multiple times and sent numerous text messages. Everything pissed me off, from the employees to Josephine and my family. The date was approaching for me to propose to Josephine, and all I felt like doing was calling it off and searching for the woman who became my heartbeat.
After two weeks of searching for her, I returned to the campus dorms, with all intentions of beating the truth out of the first Resident Assistant that I saw. However, upon arriving at the first and second dormitory buildings, I was informed that all of the dorms were vacant for the summer. As I sat in my office at The Land, I stared at my glass cup that was filled up with Scotch. After a moment of thinking, I locked my office door and walked over to the wall that had the door size picture frame and pulled it off of the wall. Behind the picture was a fingerprint and voice command code. Unlocking the first set of locks, I waited for the secret door to open. As I walked into the room, I headed straight to the walk-in vault that was embedded in the wall. Unlocking the vault with the thirteen-digit code, I entered the vault that was both bullet proof and fire proof. I had twenty of these unique vaults and memorized all twenty different thirteen-digit codes. Three of these vaults were in New York, and the rest were scattered across the United States and in Italy. Each vault had guns, jewelry, burner phones, a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a few hundred thousand dollars. Grabbing the manila folder that was on my bed, I walked out and locked up the vault. Now sitting at my desk, I looked through the file in search of any clues as to where she could have possibly gone.