by J. G. Sumner
When I left Italy, I left everything behind, including my native language. I didn’t want any memory of the past, and wanted a fresh start. Unfortunately, that past seems to follow me with everything I do. Even Kate has been unable to escape it. Now, it’s caught up with us again. I should’ve just tied up loose ends instead of running from everything. It leads me to wonder how I survived so long without realizing all of the crazy in my life. How did I spend years with this nut job and not know how off the deep end she really is?
“Sbrigare! Lo non sono più giovane!” I yell for her to hurry up and that I’m not getting any younger.
Finally, Emilia appears in the doorway. “Stop all your yelling! You’re going to wake up the baby. I just got him back to sleep.”
“I need to take a piss.”
“So I’ve heard.” Emilia doesn’t move. She just stands there with her arms crossed and tapping her foot on the floor.
“How long do you expect me to hold it for?” If I could cross my legs I would. I feel like a little kid who dances around holding his package to prevent from peeing his pants.
Emilia approaches me, takes her foot, and presses it against my abdomen.
“Mother fucking…what the hell are you doing?” If she presses any harder, my bladder will explode.
“I’m trying to teach you that you’ll catch more flies with honey than vinegar. If you were nice for a minute and realize how sweet we could be together, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Emilia gives one last press on my bladder. I cry out in pain, sure that the damn thing just popped. She turns to walk out.
“Please. I’m in agony here.” I’d roll around but, I don’t have that much slack. I’m alone again and I wish I could’ve taken a leak right on her while she was here. It would’ve served her right.
Emilia comes in a minute later with a urinal in hand. She kneels down next to me and sticks a hand in my pants. “What the hell?”
“Do you want to pee in this urinal or in your pants? It doesn’t matter to me either way. It’s not like I’m going to clean you up. Lying in your own urine may teach you a lesson or two.”
I take a deep breath and swallow my pride and allow her to touch me in an area that’s zoned for only Kate. “Do what you have to do.” I’m resigned, but at this point, the basic need to urinate trumps any embarrassment.
As soon as she puts my dick in the urinal, I let go. It’s like Niagara fucking falls crashing down. Instant relief takes over and euphoria sets in. For a moment, I’m high and nothing can shake this feeling. I push every last drop out unsure as to when, if ever, I’ll get this opportunity again.
When I finish, Emilia does something I least expect. She sticks my cock in her mouth and begins sucking away. My eyes grow wide in astonishment. “Stop!” My voice squeaks like a teenage boy. Emilia doesn’t listen, but instead goes at it as though she were a super-sized suction cup. “I said stop!” My voice is forceful and if I could push her head away, I would in a heartbeat.
Emilia pulls back for a brief second. “I’m not going to stop until I’ve finished the job. You need to be reminded just how good we were together.” Emilia latches on like a leech trying to suck every ounce of blood out of my engorged cock.
I use my hips to try to buck her off. She straddles me in retaliation, pinning me down and limiting any further movement. “Your father would not be happy with this.” She stops only after scraping the bottom of my dick with her teeth. I wince.
“How dare you bring up my father!” Emilia jumps up and storms out of the room. Her father died several years past when he found out Emilia’s mother was cheating. He quite literally had a heart attack when he opened up the pictures of his wife doing the exact same thing Emilia was doing to me. Emilia’s mom claimed that it was because he was never home. Emilia was always biding for his attention, but he was always too busy. To say that she has daddy issues is an understatement. I’m definitely going to have to tuck this nugget of information away in the back of my head for later use.
Nine Inch Nails’s “I Want to Fuck You like an Animal” blasts through the walls. Surprisingly the sound of stomping feet coming down the hall is louder than the music. Emilia’s on a mission and she’s pissed. A smile creeps across my face, and for a brief moment, I derive a little bit of pleasure. She flips the lights on, blinding my eyes and taking a moment for them to adjust. When I can finally see clearly, Emilia’s leaned over me with a clothespin in one hand and my now limp dick in the other.
“I told you to be nice. When will you finally listen to me? I have only the best interests for this family in mind.” Emilia takes the clothespin and clips it to the head of my penis. “Owww! Are you fucking crazy?” I reach for my dick, hoping to release the pinching that’s taking place, but I’m thwarted by the restraints. “Get it off! What kind of fucked up shit is this?”
“If you would just cooperate and admit we belong together, things would be much easier for you. For now, you’re going to sit here and think about the mistakes you made. I’ll come check on you in a little while and hopefully that blood flow with return to the thinking part of your brain.” Emilia closes the door behind her, leaving me thrashing in agony.
“Jesus, woman! What is wrong with you? Take it off. It fucking hurts! The pinching pain is intense, not to mention the thought of anything attached to my manhood that’s not supposed to be is unnerving. “Get your psycho ass in here, you fucking bitch!”
Of course Emilia doesn’t come back in. All my screaming isn’t going to do a damn thing except for wake up AJ. If that happens, it would probably piss Emilia off even more. I try to close my eyes and imagine I’m somewhere else—that I’m with Kate and her hands are wrapped around me. Her sweet mouth holds onto me tightly as she works up and down my shaft. She lightly scrapes her teeth against my throbbing cock. I could cum right now, but I’m enjoying this too much. It’s been forever since Kate touched me in this way and I’m not ready to give it up yet, even if it is only in my mind. She moans and saliva lubes my dick, making the one-eyed monster scream in pleasure. Before I know it, the pinching is gone and only a throbbing remains. I open my eyes and look down to where the clothespin was clamped down, but it no longer resides. Instead there’s a red mark and an indentation from where it was. What’s left is my cock winking back and thanking me for a job well done and releasing it from the bind.
My breathing and pulse calm to a slow and steady rate. That little stunt Emilia pulled is a reminder that this bitch is unpredictable. Who knows what she would do to AJ if given the opportunity. I’ve got to find a way out of this.
I lie there for who knows how long contemplating my options. The only plan that seems fitting is doing exactly what Kate did. Make Emilia believe I’ve fallen in love with her and then the first chance I get, make a run for it with my son in tow. I don’t know why Matteo never hooked up with her, they’re a match made in heaven—or hell. I prefer the latter. Perhaps they’ll meet up there someday.
Sunlight is now emerging through the window. I’ve been gone at least an entire day away from Kate and Abby. I can’t even imagine what she’s thinking. Perhaps that I ran away with AJ because I didn’t think she was a good enough mother. Maybe she thinks I was a coward again and can’t deal with her depression or Abby’s illness. One thing is for sure: her heart is breaking all over again and I’m the fucking reason.
The smell of bacon fills the air and my stomach is, all of a sudden, grumbling. I haven’t had anything to eat since yesterday morning and I’m famished. The sleep I was able to get between the coffee shop and the drugs Emilia gave me has renewed my energy level. I’m going to need it to keep my mind clear and emotions in check if I hope to get out of here with my son unscathed.
Footsteps come down the hallway. I can only presume it’s Emilia. She never did come back to take the clip off my dick. Thank God it came off by itself or who knows how it would look now. Probably shriveled up and black from the lack of blood flow.
Emilia opens the door and carrie
s in a tray of food. My initial reaction is to sit and see what’s there, but I’m stuck here in one position.
“Are you hungry?” Emilia’s smile is wide and beautiful. She acts as though nothing has happened over the past twenty-four hours—that, somehow, this is all very normal.
“I’m starving. Are you going to let me eat?” I’m civil toward her, but mostly hopeful to have the wrenching pains in my stomach subside.
“You’re no use to me emaciated. We need to put some meat on those bones. I want you to stay the handsome guy you’ve always been.” Emilia runs a finger along my six-pack and then sticks it into her mouth, producing a coy grin. “You’re still as hot as the day we met. I can’t wait to take a bite out of you.”
I smile at her. “You still like this, huh? If I remember correctly, you were very fond of biting my nipples. Perhaps if you treat me nice, I’ll let you have a small taste of that again.” The words coming out of my mouth make me want to vomit, but I keep the smile on my face and work through the nastiness.
Emilia blushes slightly before pulling back and bringing the tray closer. “I think you forgot who’s in charge. That’s me, in case you needed the reminder. If I want to lick your body from head to toe, I sure as hell will.”
Crap! I was hoping that would work. Unfortunately, she still has the upper hand. I’ve got to appeal to her emotional side a little more and get her to trust me.
“Open up!” Emilia holds a forkful of eggs and a little potato in front of my face.
“Aren’t you going to sit me up a bit? I could choke on the food lying down while eating.” I genuinely am concerned. I’ve only tried eating while lying down once as a kid, and it didn’t go over so well.
“I think you can handle it. Just eat slower. Now take a bite.” I do as she says and either Emilia has become an excellent cook or I’m super starved.
“Those eggs are fabulous. What did you do to them?”
Emilia cocks her head to the side. “Are you being serious or are you messing with me?”
“Honestly, it’s good. I don’t remember you being able to cook.” I swallow slowly making sure the food goes down while eagerly awaiting more.
“I learned how after you left. I needed something to occupy my time while I thought you were dead. I went to cooking school and thought about becoming a pastry chef. Anyway, it’s not the eggs that you’re tasting. It’s the potatoes. I’ve added several different herbs and spices. Rosemary is the most prevalent and most likely what you’re tasting.”
Emilia grabs another forkful and brings it to my lips. I take the bite and chew, realizing she’s right. I do taste the rosemary as well as some paprika, and onion. “I could eat these every day.”
She giggles. “If you had them that often, you’d get sick of them. Are you thirsty?” Emilia lifts a glass of orange juice and sticks the straw into my mouth. Fresh squeezed and still at room temperature. My favorite. I gulp several big sips down and it almost seems as though we are having a civil conversation. Things are relatively normal, almost like they were when we were dating, but without all of her Italian spice thrown in.
“So, how did the pastry thing go? Were you able to make a career at it?” Emilia feeds me some more eggs and I wolf them down as fast as she can put them in my mouth.
“You need to slow down or you’re going to get indigestion.” Emilia puts the fork down on the tray and wipes my chin with a cloth napkin. “I did very well. I can make a wicked cannoli. In fact, I thought about opening up my own shop. I had picked out the location and was about to get things rolling when I saw the news conference that you were in New York. I dropped everything and went to find you. Now, here we are.”
I wait expectantly for another bite of food, but it doesn’t come. While I find it somewhat interesting that she did something really awesome for her life, I don’t give two shits about her, especially now that she kidnapped me and my kid and is living in some warped fantasy world. The woman has lost her fucking marbles. “You shouldn’t have given up your career and dreams and come all the way here. My life is different now. I have a family and I’m happy.”
Hurt washes over Emilia’s face and a tear falls from her eye. “We were happy too.”
“I can’t deny that we didn’t have some good times, but everything changed that day. I’m not the same guy anymore. The life I’ve created here is the one I want. Going back to Italy is not an option. There are too many painful memories, and I can’t do it.” I try to make my position as clear as possible without making Emilia angry. I wait with bated breath for the outcome from the message I just sent.
“We could live anywhere as long as we’re together. It could be in a cardboard box for all I care.” Emilia’s sobbing, and she’s totally abandoned my food tray altogether.
I don’t mean to be callous, but I want and need that food. Now’s the time I need to decide what I want more: to get this message across or have another bite to eat. If I continue down this path, I’m going to be staring miserably at a plate of food I can’t have, and things won’t change. I’ll still be stuck here and hungry.
“I don’t know, I’ll think about what you’re saying.” A glimpse of hope christens her face and I pray I haven’t made a huge mistake just to get some more to eat.
Emilia pulls the tray back around and feeds me the rest of the food. I chew it as fast as possible in case she has a change of heart and thinks I no longer need to eat. The woman is the queen of unstable and I don’t want to be anywhere near her when she breaks.
“Tell me more about your pregnancy. How far along are you?” I’m really curious to find out how I had sex with her and not remember anything about it. I’ve never been so messed up not to recall any part of a sexual encounter. I guess I was worse off than I realized.
Emilia smiles and her face lights up. Talking about the baby is definitely a weakness and I may have to use that for my advantage later on. She rubs her noticeably flat belly. “I’m about four months along. At the next appointment, the doctor should be able to tell if it’s a boy or a girl. I just know we’re going to have another boy. Maybe we can name him Massimo Junior. That way both of our boys have your name.”
I’m not sure why she keeps thinking that AJ is hers as well. She seems to be in denial that Kate is even a factor in this situation at all. “I don’t go by Massimo anymore. My name is Tony and I’d prefer to keep it that way. You’re going to have to come up with another name.”
I’ve hit a nerve. Emilia’s face is no longer beaming. Instead, she’s getting a bit angry. “He’s going to have your name. I won’t have it any other way.”
Part of me says to back off, but I really need to know what I’m up against with this loon. “What if she’s a girl?”
“Then I want to name her after your mother.”
That was the last answer I expected, and was like a shot straight to the heart. My head is spinning and it takes a few seconds to collect my thoughts. “Why would you do that?”
Emilia is expressionless. “Because you loved her and she was the most important person in your life. I think it’s only right that you have something to remember her by.”
I’m speechless. Just when I think Emilia can’t get any crazier, an ounce of humanity appears and makes me think there might be a normal person stuck in that imagination of hers. “Are you sure this baby is mine?”
Emilia stands up and grabs the empty tray. “Are you accusing me of sleeping around? Do you think I’m a slut? That’s a wonderful thing to assume about the mother of your child! You’re an asshole sometimes!” She storms out of the room like a whirlwind, providing me with a new nickname—Hurricane Emilia. That describes her so well.
Her warm body next to mine and the scent of her sweet aroma makes my cock twitch. I pull her closer and inhale the smell of her a bit more. I cross my leg over the top of her and my dick gets harder with each breath she takes. I lean over and suckle on her tight, engorged breasts. The milk is sweet like nectar from a flower, and I can’t help bu
t want more. I move my way up her beautiful body, pressing my lips against her soft skin. I let each kiss linger longer than probably necessary as I gently swipe my tongue against her delicious flesh.
I make my way to her delicate neck area until I reach her supple lips. I open my eyes to study the woman who has stolen my heart only to come face to face with Emilia. I jump and scream, only the voice isn’t mine—it’s that of a newborn.
My heart is racing as my eyes pop open at the realization I was dreaming—no I was having a nightmare. I want to take the back of my hand and wipe away the filth on my lips even though they never really touched Emilia, but I’m stifled by the ropes. There’s no way to get rid of the poison that’s tainted my mind. The newborn is still screaming and I realize it’s AJ.
“Emilia! What’s wrong with my son?” I holler. There’s no response, so I yell again. “Emilia!” I wait for what seems like an eternity for a response that never comes. I’m growing concerned that maybe Emilia left and now AJ isn’t being tended to.
I pull against the ropes determined to free myself. Strangely, the harder I pull, the tighter they get. The circulation in my hands is being cut off and they’re turning a bluish-purple color. Numbness and tingling sets in. What the hell is going on? How is this possible? I stop pulling and try to give it some slack in hopes of getting some of the blood flow back, but it’s not working.
“Emilia! AJ needs help!” Deep in my gut I know this is true. His cry isn’t like the sweet newborn cries I’ve heard before. This is different. It’s visceral and a definite scream for help to make things better.
The cries are coming closer and all I can do is hope that it’s Emilia bringing AJ to me and not some new crazy person deriving pleasure from torturing my little man. If it is, I’m helpless to defend my son. It would tear me from the inside out to watch anything bad happen to him.
Emilia appears in the doorway with a look of concern consuming her face. Her brows are furrowed and eyes full of fear. “I can’t settle him down. I tried breastfeeding him, and that didn’t work. He didn’t latch on. I don’t know what else to do.”