Giorgio
It worried me when Natalia didn’t come back to my room after I got back from the hospital. She told me she’d see me once I got back, but perhaps she thought I’d need some time alone? I didn’t get much sleep hoping she’d come by and didn’t fall asleep until just before sunrise. I found I struggled to sleep when Natalia wasn’t around. Surely there’d been a time in my life where I could sleep without her support, but ever since my days down in the dungeon, if I didn’t have her voice ringing in my ears from a recent conversation, sleep wouldn’t come.
Though I hadn’t endured physical torture, I still needed that comfort more than ever. I’d shared a tense, heart-pounding ride back with Angelo Cavetti of all people. It was an extension of his torture to sit me down two feet from him and expect me not to kill him. After everything I’d seen, everything I’d been through, everything Gianni had told me, my hands literally shook to keep from striking to his throat. Even if I ended up with more holes in me than swiss cheese, if I took him with me, it’d be worth it.
But it wasn’t the time.
He kept his coat folded back behind the butt of his gun, to ensure that I knew it was there, and the passenger in the front seat kept a careful watch on me the entire ride. I’d made a promise to myself, if that car didn’t bring me to a warehouse where I’d be executed by Angelo, that the next time I was within arm’s reach of him, I wouldn’t waste it.
I intended to make good on that promise.
But I had business with Natalia as well, much more pleasurable business, but she never showed up. It made me wonder if I had done something to upset her, or if something had happened to her while I was away at the hospital. Angelo was there as well, so it at least couldn’t have been him. Would her brothers do something to hurt her?
Did they find out about our relationship?
Before I could think anymore on the matter, the door to my room opened without a knock. I sat up a little straighter, but relaxed when I saw it was Natalia. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she said. “Sorry I didn’t come last night. I just needed some time to think.”
“To think about what?” I asked.
She stood in the doorway staring at me quietly, then came in shutting and locking the bedroom door behind her. She crossed the room and walked over to my side of the bed. Her head tilted to the side as she looked down at me, then suddenly, she grabbed the base of her shirt and pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her beautiful b-cup breasts bounced free. Whatever thoughts I had in my mind flew from it as my hands were already reaching forward to wrap a hand around her waist.
Flipping the blanket off of me, I attempted to bring Natalia down to the bed, but she resisted the pull. I was afraid I’d done something wrong, but then she climbed up and over me, stradling my waist. She backed her ass against my already hardening self and ran her fingers up underneath my shirt. Her hands were chilled compared to their normal heat, and there was a tension in her eyes that didn’t normally sit there.
I slid my hands up her arms until I was cupping her face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied in a dark voice. “I just don’t want to think for a while.”
“Okay.”
She dragged my shirt up. “Get rid of this.”
Control. That was what she was after.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied.
I rolled my shirt the rest of the way up my torso and threw it over the bed, then Natalia folded over me and pressed her lips against mine. My hands worked against her waist and around her back when she reached behind herself and slid my hands downwards. I followed the direction and dipped my hands beneath the hem of her pajama shorts, taking her bare cheeks into my hands and squeezing. She mewled into my mouth just before lifting off me.
“Rip them.”
I lowered my eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
Her hands clawed against my abs. “Rip them.”
Being ordered around was far more arousing than I expected it to be, and given that the command in her voice had my dick so strained for attention that it was throbbing, I did exactly as she asked. I took the waistband of her shorts in my hands and pulled them in opposite directions. The delicate silk gave beneath my strength and pulled along the seam, slowly revealing both of her sweet, cream thighs until I was holding two different pieces of the shorts in either hand. She took the pieces from me and tied them into something like a rope.
She licked her lips as she looked down at me and said, “Give me your wrists.”
I offered my wrists, and she wrapped her makeshift restraint around them and secured my wrists above my head. It would be nothing for me to rip myself free from the grips, but that wasn’t the point, so I committed myself to maintaining the illusion, however difficult it may be.
And it was going to be fucking difficult.
Natalia sat on top of me now, totally naked, with red-flushed cheeks, and excited, lust-filled pupils that nearly took up her entire eyes. Her body, despite being petite, was still curvaceous, and my eyes ping-ponged all over the sight before me. I was still sheathed beneath my pants below, but I was poking at her back, and she must have felt it because she rolled her hips backward to tease it. I let out a huff and she smiled.
“Want me to fuck you, Giorgio?”
I nodded. “Yes please.”
