14. Thirteen
Thirteen
Sienna
N aked, with my legs spread wide open, I sit on the counter in the bathroom; Fabrizio is standing before me, still dressed in his well-tailored dark suit. The intensity in his gaze is palpable. He licks his lips, his eyes roaming from my already slickened pussy to my breasts, making every inch of my skin tingle with anticipation. The muscles in my pussy clench and release as I eagerly await the moment I can feel him inside me.
“So beautiful, yet you are such a bad girl,” he whispers, his voice a tantalizing mix of admiration and reprimand.
“I am not,” I protest weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You are,” he insists, his tone firm. “That’s why you earned yourself a severe punishment.”
Before I can utter another word in my defense, he pulls me from the counter, pressing me tightly against his body. His touch is slow and deliberate as he slides his finger over my nipple, down my belly, and around my navel. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me, does the thought arouse you?” he asks, his voice a seductive murmur in my ear.
With one swift move, he turns me around, pressing my upper body against the cold material of the counter and kicking my legs apart. A thrill runs through every fiber of my being as I hear him unbuckle his belt behind me. There is no fear, no trepidation of what might happen. The only thing on my mind is raw, filthy lust.
The whooshing sound of the belt cutting through the air is the only indication that he’s about to put his words into action. I hear the first crack as the leather connects with my right ass cheek long before I feel the stinging sensation dance across my skin. He brings the belt down in rapid succession, alternating between my left and right cheek, occasionally aiming for my sit spot. The rush of stinging sensations is not nearly as bad as I’d imagined. What surprises me most is the myriad reactions in my body—the flutter in my heart has nothing to do with pain, and the pulsing sensations between my legs intensify to the point where I think I might lose my mind.
The light brush of his fingers across his handiwork does nothing but fuel the fire already combusting inside me. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, unable to hold back as his fingers continue to dance over my heated flesh.
“You did very well,” he murmurs, his voice a mix of approval and desire. “Now I think you’ve earned a reward.”
I can’t hold back a whimper as he drags his finger up and down my heat, nearly screaming when he circles my swollen clit. Suddenly, he fists my hair, pulling me upward. “I want you to look at yourself. Watch how I make you come,” he commands. Obeying his command, I stare at our reflection in the mirror with wild eyes, my face flushed. As Fabrizio continues to toy with my clit, I can’t hold back the moans slipping from my throat. He pushes three fingers inside me, pumping them in and out mercilessly while continuously flicking his thumb over my clit. My whole body shakes as I come violently on his hand.
*
“Oh. Fuck,” I gasp, my breathing ragged and my heart hammering against my chest as I awake with a start. They say that when we dream, we process not only the things we experience in everyday life, but also our deepest desires and biggest fears. I take some deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart before I stumble out of bed and into the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror reminds me of the one I saw in my dream—wild eyes, tousled hair, flushed face. The freshly fucked look. Only I am not. It was just a dream. A wicked, dirty, hot dream. About a man who is supposed to give me nightmares. Never before has a dream felt so fucking real. I turn on the cold water, holding my wrists under the stream before splashing some on my face.
Gripping the counter, I take deep breaths until my heart rate drops to a normal level. “Huh,” I mutter, flinching as I step back into my bedroom and see a shadow beside my bed. My eyes need a moment to adjust to the dark, and only then do I realize I am looking at Flynn.
“Flynn, you scared me. What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice a mix of surprise and concern.
“I am sorry. I heard you scream and thought you had a bad dream. You know, I am a big boy already. I can protect you if you are scared. Just like my daddy,” he says, his words tugging at my heart and shocking me all at once. The prospect of this sweet, innocent kid becoming anything like his father is unpleasant. He looks up at me with his big but tired blue eyes. “I can sleep in your room tonight if you want to. That will keep all the monsters away.”
“Oh, that’s very sweet of you,” I say, my heart melting. “You can sleep here if you want to. I would be happy if you’d stay and protect me.” With a content smile plastered on his face, he hops onto the bed, quickly tucking himself in. As soon as I get into the bed next to him, he turns around, looking at me with a serious expression.
“Good night, Ms. Walsh. You can sleep now; I am here to protect you,” he says, his words filled with confidence and innocence.
“Thank you, Flynn,” I reply, smiling at his cute words.
After finishing my second cup of coffee, I decide it’s time to wake up the twins. With deliberate slowness, I open the door to my bedroom, where Flynn is still cocooned in bed.
“Good morning,” he greets me in a sleepy whisper, his voice thick with the remnants of dreams.
“Good morning, Flynn,” I reply softly, stepping inside and taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Flynn sits up slowly, rubbing his tired eyes, and gives me a curious look, his head tilted to one side.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asks, his little face serious as he studies mine.
“I’ve never slept better than last night,” I assure him with a warm smile. “And that’s all thanks to you.”
To my utter surprise, his face lights up with pure joy. He throws his small arms around my neck, cuddling me tightly.
“I’m glad I could keep you safe,” he says with a proud grin.
“Me too,” I say, hugging him back.
“As a special reward for your bravery, I thought I’d let you choose what we have for breakfast today.”
“Ice cream!” he exclaims without a moment’s hesitation, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I laugh, unable to hold back my amusement. “That’s not exactly an appropriate breakfast, Flynn. And I’m pretty sure your dad wouldn’t approve.”
He shrugs with a mischievous grin. “It was worth a try.”
“Well, give it another shot,” I say, bending forward to gently boop his little nose.
“Okay,” he says, putting a finger to his chin and wrinkling his nose as he thinks hard. “Then I want… chocolate chip pancakes.”
The kid’s got a serious sweet tooth.
“Well, you’ve got yourself a deal,” I say, nodding.
“Yay!” Flynn throws his arms in the air and starts bouncing up and down on the bed with sheer joy. His happiness is contagious, and I can’t help but smile at his exuberance, a sight I cherish but don’t get to see often enough.
“Alright, big boy, how about you wake up your sister, and I’ll start preparing your breakfast in the meantime?” I suggest. He nods eagerly, enthusiasm radiating from him, before crawling out of bed and skipping out of the room to wake his sister.
After their lessons and our lunch break, I follow Maddy and Flynn outside to the expansive, park-like garden, which is both vast and breathtakingly beautiful. The garden is like a private paradise, complete with a little playground designed just for them. It features a slide, a swing, and a seesaw, each piece meticulously chosen to create a perfect play area. Fabrizio made sure his children wanted for nothing, ensuring their happiness and contentment. I find a comfortable spot on a nearby bench where I can watch the twins as they dash around, their laughter filling the air. Maddy’s shrieks of delight punctuate the serene atmosphere as she urges me to watch her every move—whether it’s sliding down the slide or swinging so high, it seems she might touch the sky.
It’s a gorgeous spring day; the sun beams down warmly, casting a golden glow over everything. I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth on my skin and the sound of the twins’ joy, which only adds to my contentment. Yet, despite the beauty of the surroundings and the joy of the children, an underlying feeling of confinement lingers. It’s as though we are living in a gilded cage, and I can’t help but wonder if the children ever feel the same. However, I quickly dismiss the thought, realizing that this is the only world they know. How could they miss a freedom they have never experienced?
The following days seem to slip by with surprising speed. The three of us find a rhythm, and each day flows more smoothly than the last. With every passing moment spent with Maddy and Flynn, I find myself falling deeper in love with them. Their infectious energy and pure-hearted laughter are impossible to resist. However, spending the entire day with two young children is undeniably exhausting. Between their education, playtime, meal preparations, and bedtime routines, I am often left completely drained. Tonight, for the first time since I started this routine, I manage to stay awake after tucking the twins into bed. I decide to treat myself to a relaxing evening and another taste of Fabrizio’s extensive collection of expensive wines. After a soothing hot bath, I slip into a plush robe. The name “Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru” catches my eye. It sounds extravagantly luxurious, and I can’t resist pouring myself a glass. As I take the first sip, I lean back into the plush chair and let the rich, complex flavors cascade down my throat. It’s evident that the man has impeccable taste. The wine, like everything else in this house, is of the highest quality, and for a moment, I allow myself to simply enjoy the luxury and the quiet.