“How long will it take?” she asks, adjusting her clothes.
I shrug. “I’m not sure. Scarring takes time. And I’ll do it in stages since it’s so large. I don’t know how pregnancy will impact the healing and scarification, so maybe a few months? Maybe longer?”
Dr. Rossi clears his throat and looks at me pointedly. “It’s not advisable to take on such a…project when she’s pregnant. The immune system is already compromised, and it may heal in a way that is undesirable. There is also the risk of infection, which can not only impact the mother but the children as well.”
My brow furrows. That hadn’t occurred to me. “Okay. What else should we avoid? Is it okay to have sex? Or is that going to put the babies at risk as well?”
Dr. Rossi shakes his head. “Sex shouldn’t hurt the babies, unless it tears or cuts the skin purposefully. Bondage practices should be minimal so as to decrease the risk of blood clots or pain to the joints. You should also avoid kinks like breath play, electrical play, or rough or violent impact play.”
No breath play? No impact play? Fuck. “Um, if we already did some of those things, then—”
“If you’ve already done those things, I just checked mother and babies and all are fine. I wouldn’t recommend taking that risk again, though.”
“Okay. Is that all?”
Dr. Rossi snaps his bag closed. “No. Avoid having her lay on her back for long periods of time, do not blow into her vagina, and avoid striking the abdomen. Additionally, her tolerance for pain as well as her response to humiliation and domination may change, so don’t assume that you can repeat past acts even if she handled them well in the past.”
“What about…” I glance at Giovanna, who looks crestfallen. “What about things like anal penetration or fisting?”
“Both are fine.” Dr. Rossi pauses, looking between me and Giovanna. “Any other questions?”
Giovanna looks like she’s on the verge of tears, and I climb onto the couch with her, kneeling between her legs. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. The babies are fine, and we’ll do everything you want, including the scarification, as soon as it’s safe, I promise. Okay?”
Planting my hands on either side of her head, I bend over her and kiss each one of her tears as they fall, then claim her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue against hers. My cock instantly responds.
She frames my face with her hands and gives me a look so intense, so full of love, that every thought in my head evaporates.
“I love you, Tommy Demonio. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Something about the way she’s looking at me, the way she’s touching me so softly, the way she’s carrying my babies, and so submissive—it triggers something feral in me.
“No, sweet girl,” I say, nipping at her neck, her shoulder, her breast through her shirt. “I told you a long time ago. I’m the worst decision you ever made.”
Her eyes spark. “You said that to me the night you took my virginity,” she whispers.
“Yes. The night I gave you mine.” I grip the t-shirt she’s wearing at the collar and tear it open, ripping it down to the hem. “The night you ripped my shirt off when I made you come.”
Dr. Rossi quietly slips out the door, shutting it behind him.
She palms my hard cock through my jeans. “Are you going to hurt me like you did that night, Tommy?”
I grin. “I may not be able to hurt you with my knife the way you want, but I will fucking destroy that pussy with my cock. And that ass. And that mouth. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Biting her bottom lip, she lifts her arms up to me. “Yes, please, daddy.”
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Epilogue 1: Giovanna, 1 year later
We’ve been at war for over a year now, and New Year’s Eve means a celebration on lockdown.
Matti is hosting as usual, but rather than opening the event to the public or including anyone outside of our protected circle, we’re back on the roof of Dragovari Tower, heaters blasting, back where Tommy and I really got started.
He’s standing behind me, his arms around my waist as I sip a vodka tonic, my first in over a year and a half, the two of us surveying the party.
Matti and Siena are dancing slowly together, arms wrapped around each other, on the dance floor. Their sweet baby girl, Emilia, is downstairs with a horde of babysitters along with our beautiful babies, Aria and Adriano.
Vin is at the bar, chatting with Antonio. When we came in, Antonio lifted his glass to Tommy and me, but otherwise, he’s been focused on his drink or on Vin. That’s a relief. I hope hisfeelings about me are growing less complicated. I really do wish him the best.
