Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
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Fia
The last three days went by relatively peacefully. Nothing too stressful happened when Vito and I returned to the city, and we were able to rest in a nice hotel that my manager had set up.
My performance is in two days, and she figures that she wants me to be able to practice my violin without having to travel from city to city.
I appreciate the gesture because I’m still shaken up about what happened, and Vito warned me to not tell anyone about it. We don’t know who had been doing this to me, and we can’t trust anyone.
Everyone that had been working with me for years would never do this to me because there’s nothing for them to gain out of it, but this is Vito’s way of protecting me even if it’s going to offend everyone in the end.
Apparently, my safety is more important than holding onto relationships.
“Let me see your wrist, darling,” Vito says while holding out his own for me to hold.
I let him look at the small Band-Aid that hides the pricked wound from the flowers. It’s not that bad, but it does itch because a scar is forming on it. Thank goodness that it wasn’t poisonous. I’m glad the spider didn’t bite me.
He takes off the bandage and evaluates the fresh wound when the scab comes off with the Band-Aid. The pinkness stands out against my skin, but it’s better than blood coming out of it.
Vito throws away the Band-Aid with a flawless flick of his wrist, and he brings his lips down to kiss my wrist.
It’s cute, the gesture is warming and affectionate as he breathes on my skin. I like having his attention on me, but it feels odd to know that the attention originates from the unfortunates of the stalker.
“I will get them, I promise, darling.” He leans over, capturing my lips in an innocent kiss. The soft and fleeting kiss makes me want more of him, and I follow my instinct to chase after him.
A skip of my heart and a strange rhythm rumbling in my heart starts, and my body begins to burn rather unpleasantly. I curl my eyebrows in confusion as I stop kissing Vito, but it’s worse now that I’m not touching him.
“I—” My voice breaks off with my throat closing significantly. “Daddy, something’s wrong.”
He regards me for a moment and the flash of vibrant gray sinks down to thunderous clouds as Vito cradles my cheek. The hotness in his palm has me shrinking away from the touch involuntarily, but he makes it unknown to me if he took offense to that.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to—it’s just really hot.”
My stuttering and uneased explanation do more harm to me than good as unexplainable emotions course through me.
A weak jerk of my knees and a shuddering pulse running between my thighs renders me useless to the arms around me as Vito hauls me up into his arms.
“It’s alright, darling girl. I have been waiting for this to happen.”
I peer at him through my lashes, and the inkling feeling of fear pumps quicker through my veins. Vito is different; the aura around me is unspeakably darker, the grayness of his eyes can’t be taken through face value, and the bulging muscles around me send strong and troubled throbs to my pussy.
I have never had anything like this happen to me, and I’m scared to know if this is an outside influence or something my body decided to make known of.
“I-I don’t understand,” I murmur, shivering as we pass the dining table and slip by the couch.
It’s massive and can easily fit two people while having more room for others.
“Your body is different from others,” he states as he lowers me down to the couch with his large body hovering over mine.
My cheeks burn down to my neck, the clamminess in my fingers shakes, and the slick between my thighs grows as it leaks through my panties.
“I gave you a sleeping pill, darling,” he says with utterly zero guilt in his eyes that he had drugged me without my consent.
Even with my consent, I would never let anyone drug me.
I scramble up on my hands and back away from him with betrayal stabbing into my heart. I trusted him to not do anything to him, and I even let go of the notion that he was the stalker, but a part of me wants to reevaluate that decision.
He has been with me for the things that the stalker had done, but it would be easy to fake it while he’s with me since he has the skills and knowledge of how to do it through his military background.
“I want you to listen to me and listen very carefully.” Vito grasps my jaw; the domineering hold triggers the submissive side that craves guidance through Daddy.
“No,” I say with a glare. “You drugged me.”
“Quiet,” he sneers, gray eyes narrowing dangerously, and the patience in his tone drops.
My lips quiver with indignant dismay. I’m upset and scared because he had drugged me, and I don’t know if I could even trust him. The question right now is: should I have trusted him in the beginning?
“It was for your own good.” His hand slings through my hair, petting me and soothing the distress that’s causing a ruckus in my head.
I open my mouth to counter him because nothing about drugging me without my knowledge or consent is a good thing. I can’t believe he would even say that.
Huffily, I turn and press my face into the cushion while doing my best to not let my limbs touch him. If I could get away from him, I would, but I’d fall on my knees because my body is burning up with no justification.
His big hand, no matter how good it feels on my skin, runs down my spine as he ignores the tell-tale signs of me not wanting to be touched. Vito knows what I feel way better than I do, and that is alarming.
However, it is not alarming enough for me to push him away.
I whimper as another surge of heat throbs between my legs. His hand finds my thigh and rubs the bareness through his calloused palm. It fuels the flame in my belly as dizziness claws its way into my eyes.
“You weren’t getting sleep, darling, and I couldn’t let you go on like that. It’s going to hurt your body. I admit, I knew the residual side effects, but I had to make the choice, or your body will not sleep on its own.”
I mumble weakly with the rest of my fiery discontent. “It’s hurting now.”
“I know, darling. Do you want Daddy to make it go away?”
I contemplate with little to no effort; on one hand, I want to get rid of this feeling, but then I’m still angry at him.
“You can be mad at Daddy later, but let me help you,” he coos with crushed velvet whispers.
I blame my weakness on him, and I blame myself for being unable to deny him despite having been involuntarily drugged. He has his reasons, and I have mine, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive him so soon.
We’re going to talk about consent soon, but this hotness on my skin needs to be taken care of first.
I’ll be damned if I don’t have a bit of dignity. “No!”
With awkward limbs, I roll off the couch and smack my face on the ground. A rumble from above me can be interpreted as a chuckle or an exacerbated sigh.
I make a run for the master bedroom and lock the door behind me. I need a moment to calm down, or I’m going to do something I’ll regret. Yes, this is childish of me to not talk it out when I have the chance, but I can’t think clearly right now when I have an uncontrollable slick between my thighs.
Slumping on the unmade bed, I roll around and groan in pain as the joints throb insistently. The stickiness is getting to me, so I kicked my shorts off my trembling legs. I find my phone somewhere hidden in the duvet and dive into the trusty search engine to find out what is going on with me.
I search what I know through a large amount of information for sleeping pills. I find one that fits my symptoms perfectly. It’s more of melatonin than a sleeping pill, but this specific brand has a popular side effect of slight aphrodisiac.
It’s popular amongst younger people for the positive effects rather than the negative.
As I read stories about melatonin, they say that it’s not going to go away faster without help. I swallow thickly as I read what the ‘help’ is, and it’s just as I had thought.
It’s sex. Depending on the dosage and everyone’s bodies, it can range from minutes to hours of unstoppable sex.
This is absurd. It sounds like something out of a movie where the main characters can conveniently have sex with each other.
As time ticks by, the worse my condition is getting, the more I can’t stop yearning to put my hands between my thighs. I want to touch myself, but humiliation stops me every time I move past my belly.
It’s not pleasure that is shooting up my spine anymore. This is a pain that I have never felt in my life. It hurts, and I’m sore, everything is blurry with tears rimming my eyes.
I wipe them away as my legs swing over the bed before I could stop myself, and I’m out the door in seconds. My body knows what it wants, and it wants Daddy, only his big hands have been proven to make this less miserable.
Finding him on the chair, phone in his hand, and calmly reading is not what I was expecting. However, I don’t know what I was expecting either. I shuffle towards him with a runny nose and teary eyes when his eyes dart up from the device.
He’s quiet when I come to stand in front of him. “Daddy…”
I don’t dare to raise my eyes to look at him because I’m embarrassed. I can’t be here, but I need to touch him, or I’m going to go crazy.
“P-please help me, Daddy.” I bite my lip; the pain spreads across my jaw at how hard I’m clenching.
His legs part with a command from his deep voice. “I thought you didn’t want my help.”
A whimper shoots out as I rub my thighs together. The side effects of the melatonin are not just delayed aphrodisiac; it’s also a roller-coaster for my emotions. I’m vulnerable and scared, but I’m more concerned about pleasing him.
While it’s stupid of me to think that he’ll leave me for something this trivial, my feelings are clouding my judgment.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter shamefully.
He sighs and motions me to climb on his lap. I ignore my buried instincts and go for it, his arms welcome me back, and the raw strength behind the bulging muscles lock me on his strong thighs.
“Do you want me to make it better?” he asks.
I nod eagerly. Anything to get rid of this painful throbbing that gushes more slick out of my pussy.
His hand dives between my thighs and rubs gentle circles on my clit behind my panties. I squeak with a trembling quiver as I sink my nails into his shoulders.
“Look at you, darling. This would have been solved if you had listened to Daddy.”
I peer at him through my lashes bashfully. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s alright. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
Shaking my head at the dejection and the berating tone. “No, it’s my fault, Daddy. You were only looking out for me. I should’ve listened to you.”
He hums. “Daddy only wants what’s best for you. I would never intentionally harm you; you know that?”
Without a shadow of a doubt, I trust him with my life, and if he deems that it is for my safety, then I can never second guess his choices no matter how questionable they are.
“I know, Daddy. I promise it won’t happen again.” I press my face into his neck and kiss the thick skin there. The pulse thumps through the scar and sings to me as I sigh in relief.
My panties are peeled to the side as his thick finger lightly runs up my slit, collecting the embarrassingly messy slick.
I shudder above him as he gently eases two fingers inside of me. It’s an odd feeling of having fingers inside of me, but it feels good the moment I try to relax. I squirm, rocking on his big fingers mindlessly as I tighten my arms.
“Stay still for Daddy, darling,” he murmurs softly in my ears before his lips find my neck.
The big collar of my shirt had slipped off my shoulder and exposed the patch of skin of his teeth to nibble on. He bites and marks the skin with his teeth as he mouths affectionate whispers to me.
My body jerks through the dull thrill as his thumb roughly circles my clit. The strikes of thunderbolts flash across my arched back as I clench his fingers. Through the roaring blood in my ears, I could hear the squelches of my juices gushing out.
It must be humiliating for me to know that Vito had heard the unaltered intensity.
His arm crushes my spine to his body as a rustle can be heard. I pant on his chest, waiting for what he is about to do. I’m not so sheltered to be ignorant of what’s going to happen. I’m just scared that my first time is going to hurt after hearing horror stories of women who were open about their experiences.
Some say it did not live up to expectations, while some say that their partner’s cock was so big that it was painful. The common thread I saw was that size doesn’t matter; it’s the technique implemented.
I hope that they are wrong because when I break away from Vito’s chest and daringly steal a glance, I nearly faint at the size of his cock.
It’s too big, veiny, and ridiculously hard. I have never seen one in person before, but I have seen human anatomies in my health class when I was still in school. I wanted to opt out because I didn’t think it was anything useful until the teacher had warned the students that if we were to opt out, then we will need to make the class up with an essay.
I, for one, do not want to write anything unless I have to. I was never the academic type, but I manage to pass with good grades.
“It’s not going to fit,” I squeak as he holds the base of his intimidating cock. The head is red with a bead of cum trickling down the side.
I swallow the need to have my tongue follow the droplet.
Vito kneads my butt with the other hand before he finds my panties and hooks a sly finger on the fabric. He teases my clit with a graze as he drags my panties to the side, and I buckle my hips at the aftershock of my orgasm.
“It will, darling. You are made for me, darling.” His promise does little to settle the slight fear in my belly.
“But—” He hushes me by nudging the head of his cock to my slit, parting my folds to kiss my unused hole.
The right thing to do is to tell him that I’m a virgin but knowing Vito and his endless ability to scout every piece of information about me, he already knows.
“Remember how well you fit into my arms when we sleep together? And how our hands are perfect together? Do you trust me to tell you that your tiny little pussy is only meant to take my big cock?”
I shudder with breathless pants. “Yeah, I do, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he purrs deeply. “Go on, darling. Sit on Daddy’s cock. It’ll make you feel better. I promise.”
I have no reason to doubt him because having his fingers is already an experience that I’m addicted to, and now I have a chance to have all of Vito, I can’t let this go to waste.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you when you need it.” He presses the tip of his cock to my hole, nudging insistently against the tightness.
I sharply inhale and brace myself as I lower my hips with such courage, but that soon leaves when I barely took half of him. It stings, and it burns, but it’s not painful as I had originally prepared myself for.
The stretch is aching as my walls are forced to adjust to the thickness as Vito lets go of my panties to hold my hip. I appreciate his gesture as he helps me down to the rest of him.
Air gets knocked out of my lungs as I sit fully on his cock. His girth is not something to be taken lightly, and I try my best to quickly get used to it. Whether he had prepared me with his fingers or the side effects of the melatonin, I was more than ready.
Although I was a virgin, it took me less time to get used to him.
“Put your arms around me, darling. Hold onto Daddy.” He pats my butt comfortingly.
I do what he says and bury my face into his neck again as he lifts my hips to let gravity sinks his cock inside of me again.
“See,” he says as he thrusts his hips up to bury his thick cock deeper. “Daddy wouldn’t lie to you, darling. You take me so well, and I’m proud of you.”
I nod at his praise, eyes closed with tears prickling at the edge of my lashes. It’s overwhelming, but I find that this bustling pleasure is addictive. Calling out his name and rocking to his hammering pace, he begins to coax me into an orgasm.
I know what’s coming, but I can’t help but feel something frighteningly stir in my stomach. It’s tighter, tauntingly scary, and it’s a losing battle to the sensation as he chuckles.
It’s a laugh that’s dark and possessive, and it’s menacingly obsessive. I tighten my body in response to his laugh, and that snaps the coil in my belly, and I tip over the edge with my orgasm chasing me relentlessly.
“So pretty, darling. You are my lovely girl.” He inhales at my neck, and his hips shutter as the thickness of his cock becomes unbearable.
I wince at the pain tugging at my walls when his cum spurts along my throbbing muscles. My small hole constricts at the thick base as his shaft pulses with strong twitches.
My body spasms, sucking every drop of his cum with no remorse as he growls deeply in his throat. The vibration pulses through my shirt and flushes my nipples with stiffness.
“You came inside,” I murmur, a bit out of my mind as of now as I mindlessly clench around his hot cock. “There’s so much…”
I shouldn’t have let him cum inside of me for safety purposes, but it happened too fast that I never really thought about anything else other than to have him inside of me. However, I don’t feel any guilt about having his cum trickle down from the snug hole of my pussy.
“I love you, darling girl. So much that I would die for you.”
I blush and refuse to look at him as my ears itch with embarrassment. My heart skips, and my blood sings to me at his confession. I had dreamed of hearing those words come out of his mouth and being in love with a man twenty years older than me would have meant even less of a chance.
I never hoped too much, but I still had an open mind about the possibility that it could happen one day.
Today is the day.
“I love you, Daddy.”
He runs a hand under my shirt and traces my spine. “I know you do. You weren’t subtle, darling.”
I choke on my spit and accidentally squeeze his cock. Vito groans and shifts his hips to hear the sticky mess between us.
“I’m not making fun of you,” he assures. “I waited because you were too young, and you had enough on your plates to worry about this old man taking advantage of you.”
I promptly leave his chest with wide eyes. “You’re not taking advantage—”
“I would have been, darling girl.” His face twists in a scowl. “I wanted you to come to me because it would be your choice.”
Happiness surges through me as I kiss him. “Thank you, Daddy. You did so much for me.”
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my darling.”
If I cared, I would have noticed the possessive hold, the sinister grayness in his eyes, and the vile tone of his words—but I didn’t.