20. Emilio
The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, warm glow across the room. Griselda and I lay on the bed, facing each other, a sense of intimacy and trust enveloping us. There was no awkwardness this time, no hesitance in our gaze.
Her fingers traced the scars that marred my back; each touch a caress of understanding and acceptance. Griselda had seen the vulnerability within me, a part of me I had kept carefully concealed for so long. It was a side that bore the weight of years of abuse, the lingering shadows of a painful past.
As her touch soothed my skin, I debated whether to share my deepest truth with her. It felt like standing at a precipice, on the edge of a revelation that could change the course of our relationship. I took a breath, my heart feeling both heavy and light with the decision I was about to make.
”The battles in the mafia, they weren”t the only source of these scars,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. ”My father... he had his ways of disciplining me.”
It was a vulnerable moment, bearing my wounds, both physical and emotional. Griselda”s eyes were filled with compassion, and I felt a strange mix of shame and relief. Shame for allowing her to see this side of me, but relief for finally confiding in someone.
She reached out, her touch gentle, her fingers tracing the patterns of pain etched into my skin. Griselda”s touch was like a soothing balm on the wounds that lay hidden beneath my skin, both physical and emotional.
Her fingers traced the jagged patterns of pain etched into my chest and back, her touch gentle and understanding.
”Emilio, I”m so sorry,” the soft murmur of sympathy escaped her lips.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to convey the torment of my past. ”My father believed in discipline, in his twisted way. When I was young, it started with punishments on my hands—whipping or hitting with a belt. As I grew older, the punishments shifted to my back. He always found reasons—sometimes trivial, sometimes concocted—to inflict pain. And initially, he claimed it was a form of love to mold me into the man he wanted me to be.”
The memories surged like a relentless tide, threatening to pull me under.
”But now,” I continued, ”he no longer hides behind such excuses. He labels me a disappointment, a failure. I”m 35 years old, and I often wonder why I still tolerate it. Maybe it”s the ease of leaving his presence once the punishment is over. Maybe it”s the conditioning from childhood. Or maybe I fear the repercussions of rebellion.”
I looked into Griselda”s eyes, hoping she could comprehend the twisted complexities that kept me ensnared.
”You see,” I said, struggling to put my thoughts into words, ”because my father is the don. His orders are to be obeyed, or there are severe consequences. Death is not a distant threat—it”s a reality in our world.”
Her hand, warm and comforting, came to rest on my arm. ”Emilio, you”re not alone anymore.”
The hope in her voice stirred something within me, something I had almost forgotten existed. Griselda sat up, the sheets slipping down her frame, and leaned over to me. At first, I had no idea what she was doing until I felt a soft touch on my back, followed by another and another. She was kissing my scars.
A whirlwind of emotions surged within me: vulnerability, gratitude, and a sense of being seen and accepted. My heart felt like it was caught in my throat as Griselda”s lips pressed against the marks that bore the years of pain and torment.
”You are not a disappointment,” her words came as a whisper against my skin, a soothing salve to my wounded soul. ”You are strong, Emilio. Strong for enduring all of it, for surviving, and still standing tall.”
Her voice carried a conviction that my soul desperately needed to hear. Griselda continued, her voice steady and filled with empathy, ”You”ve faced darkness, but it hasn”t consumed you. It”s made you resilient and compassionate. I care for you, Emilio, not despite your scars but because you are so much more than your past.”
I closed my eyes, allowing her words to sink in, each one like a lifeboat pulling me out of the depths of my memories. It was as if a weight lifted off my shoulders, a burden I had carried for far too long. Griselda”s gestures, her kindness, and her unwavering support were breaking down the walls around my heart.
Overwhelmed, I sat up and pulled her into my arms, our lips meeting in a deep, fervent kiss. It was a kiss filled with a blend of emotions that words failed to capture—gratitude, longing, relief, and a burgeoning love that had taken root in the depths of my being.
She softened in my arms, and her legs fell open for my hand. I wasted no time digging deeper between her thighs, my fingers teasing as they wandered through her damp folds.
Slowly, so achingly slow it felt decadently torturous, I pressed one of my thick fingers into her tight little hole, making her stretch slightly to take it in. She breathed a little harder and leaned forward to bury her face in her pillow, muffling her mewls.
I dug an arm between the mattress and her front, my hand trailing up her chest over her t-shirt until my searching fingers found her chin. I gently turned her face away from the soft, safe refuge of her pillow.
“Ah, ah,” I asked softly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, Gattina (kitten), don’t hide them from me, please.”
She could hear the faint smile in my tone.
Kissing her cheek and nuzzling her neck, my finger still plunged deep into her core, fucking her as slowly as possible. She moaned and gasped freely.
When I sunk a second finger into her slick hole, she let out a whimper to join the lewd noises.
“Emilio,” She whined, clutching loosely to the arm I held bracketed between her breasts, my hand still gently clasped around her throat.
She clung to me as a tether in the endless sea of pleasure I’d set her sail in. Her mind hovered between sleep and wakefulness, focused entirely on how I was making her feel, making her needy.
“So wet, Gattina (kitten),” I murmured against the shell of her ear.
Her hips wiggled in a wordless plea for more, and I took pity on her, sliding my fingers back inside her aching hole. Sleepily, she fucked herself on my fingers, and I moaned obscenely in her ear in response.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers stretching her pussy and readying her for my thick cock.
A smile curved her lips as she pressed her ass back into my lap, feeling for herself exactly how hard and throbbing my dick was. She pushed and wiggled until I was wedged between her cheeks, cradled in the softness of her bare flesh, then worked her hips slowly to rub up and down my length.
I moaned again, shoving my fingers inside her pussy harder and making her cry out in a hushed whisper, “Emilio.”
Dragging my fingers from her sopping wet hole so they deliberately rubbed against her needy little clit, I breathed hard against her cheek, my chest pressing firmly against her back with every inhale.
“Don’t care how sleepy she is, Gattina (kitten), I”m going to use her little pussy—because it’s mine,” I nudged the oversized t-shirt she was still wearing up until it hitched around her hips, too eager to get inside, she paused long enough to strip herself of it.
“And she’s going to take it like a good girl, Gattina (kitten)?”
I groaned appreciatively as I manhandled her relaxed body into the position I wanted, pulling her hips up in the air, her face still pressed down against the bed.
“That’s my girl, so fucking good to me,” I praised, my hands greedy and grasping as I groped her ass, her hips, and her thighs while I shifted her gently. When I was satisfied, I thrust my dick between her thighs, her dripping arousal coating my length.
“Such a good girl, letting me fuck her pretty little pussy,” I muttered.
“Mm,” She mumbled, already relaxing back into the bed, face smoothing into her pillow.
I pumped between her soft thighs, teasing her just a little bit more each time I grazed her clit.
“That’s it, Gattina (kitten); she doesn’t have to do a thing,” I murmured as I thrust my cock lazily between her thighs a few more times.
I groaned, deep in my throat, finally lining himself up to her soaked entrance, teasing her hole with the head of my dick. I fed my cock into her warm, waiting pussy, grunting at the pleasure of feeling her taking every inch of my hard length.
“Emilio,” she whined into the soft cotton cushioning her face, my intrusion massive in her tight little cunt, feeling like it was forcing the breath from her lungs.
Her whole body trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of being stretched out on my dick. I held myself inside her for a moment, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek. She relaxed slowly as she got used to my big cock stuffed deep in her pussy.
“Emilio, Emilio, Emilio,” She sighed as her body softened into the bed.
I waited, my hands smoothing appreciatively up her thighs, over her hips, and along her spine as I watched her reverently, her body going loose and pliant for me once again.
I stayed still until her breathing deepened, and I knew she’d almost fallen back asleep before leisurely sliding my dick from her warm cunt until only the tip remained inside. Then, with one long, languorous thrust, I fucked back into her pussy, mercilessly hitting the end.
She was dragged away from the brink of sleep, a lusty cry falling from her lips and her eyes opening wide with pleasure at the feel of my cock so thoroughly filling her up and stretching her out.
With a fumbling hand, she reached for me, and I threaded my fingers through hers. Her hands pressed into the soft bedsheets as I withdrew my cock again, then pushed back inside her tight hole, making a husky moan spill from her lips.
“That’s it, take my cock, Gattina (kitten),” I mumbled, my big body curling over her as I picked up my pace gradually.
I fucked her in long, hard strokes, pummeling deep inside her body with every thrust like I was trying to rearrange her very being and fuse our two souls. Slowly, I lost all of the gentleness I’d had earlier, stripped away by the primal need to fuck, until she was screaming my name.
The feeling of being wrenched from dreamland by the forceful thrusts of my cock inside her tight pussy overwhelmed her brain and body until all that was left was to let herself be swallowed up by the sensation.
All she could manage was to mewl and whine desperately, squeezing my fingers to let me know she was still with me in the hurricane of pleasure we’d created.
I nuzzled the side of her face, my hips slapping against her ass with heavy smacks, pinning her to the bed so completely she could barely squirm beneath me, let alone try to meet my thrusts. I licked her cheek, her jaw, and her neck, as I kept stuffing her full of my dick, over and over and over again.
“Uh huh,” She mumbled in between soft, gasping cries. It was the most she could manage. I huffed a hoarse chuckle, my breath hot against her skin.
“My little Gattina (kitten),” I murmured affectionately, squeezing her fingers in mine. My lips found hers in the soft depths of her pillow, and dropped a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
A moan rose in her throat, and she turned her head, letting the sound pour from her lips and into my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily, grunting in response and picking up the pace of my thrusts. My cock pounded into her tight pussy until she was floating in bliss, only aware of every part of her body I touched.
She whined into her pillow, “Emilio…”
With my cock stuffing her cunt, twisting up her insides with every thrust, I could feel the pleasure coiling tight in her body and winding up to what would surely be an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Please,” She begged helplessly, unable to form any other words around her still sleep-heavy tongue.
I still had her pinned to the bed, and she was at my mercy, but I was thankfully feeling indulgent after she’d been so good for me.
“I know, Gattina (kitten), I know,” I hushed her in my comfortingly deep rasp, pushing myself up and disentangling my fingers from her so I could lift her hips into the position I wanted.
Her mouth moved, letting out unintelligible babbling sounds as her hands gripped the bedsheets desperately. She lay there and took every brutal thrust of my cock.
One of my hands dug between her body and the bed until my fingers found her sensitive clit, the needy button straining for attention. I stroked her softly, torturously, making her jerk under me. I bent forward, pinning her to the bed, and kept rubbing her clit, murmuring in her ear, “C’mon, Gattina (kitten), cum for me.”
My pounding cock and fingers strumming her clit was too much for her body to handle and the tension coiling tight in her core snapped suddenly, overwhelming her with pleasure. Mouth open on a scream muffled by her pillow, she was sent tumbling over the edge of her release.
“That’s my girl,” I mumbled in a slightly strangled voice as I thrust harder and faster into her cunt, fighting against her clenching walls. I groaned, pounding into her with a feral need as I chased my release.
The way I fucked her made her squirm beneath me, drawing out her orgasm every time I stuffed her pussy full of my cock, making her mindless, just a writhing bundle of pleasure.
I dug my arms underneath her, holding her tight and pinning her down until the only thing she could move was her toes so I could fuck her exactly how I wanted. I mumbled praises into her ear as she floated through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
With a few more thrusts and a loud groan, I came apart above her, squeezing her tight in my arms as I pushed deep into her pussy. I finally stilled, my cock twitching in her cunt as I flooded her with my cum, moaning in her ear.
She moaned softly at the feel of my seed filling her up, my cock throbbing gently inside her still-pulsing walls.
“S’good, Emilio,” She mumbled when I thrust shallowly a few more times, fucking my load deep inside her pussy.
When I’d finally wrung myself out, I brushed a sweet kiss against her cheek, rolling her back onto her sides, my softening cock still buried in her cunt.
My chest pressed hot and hard at her back as I caught my breath. She was so close that she could feel the heavy thumping of my heart, and a smile tugged at her lips as she nestled into the warm cradle of my arms while sleep called out to her.
I groaned quietly, pulling myself from her body with gentle care. The sweet emotion was joined by lustful satisfaction when she felt our combined releases leak from her pussy and down her thigh.
Trying not to disturb her, I slid from the bed, and she grumbled unhappily at the loss of my warmth, making me chuckle huskily.
A moment later, I returned with a warm, damp washcloth, cleaning between her thighs with tender, soothing hands, shifting her onto her back so I could clean up all the mess I had made.
A sound caught my attention, and I found her looking at me. A shameless grin spread across my face.
She nodded dumbly, still too fucked out and sleepy to manage any words in response. I grinned again, nuzzling her sensitive little clit and making her twitch slightly at the shocks of pleasure. Eyes slipping closed, she tilted her head, silently begging for a kiss.
I couldn’t even fathom denying her, slanting my lips to her in a soft graze before claiming her mouth with a gentle kiss. My lips moved against her with an adoring sweetness, drinking down her soft sighs like decadent wine.
When my tongue slid between her lips, I groaned quietly into her, losing myself in the sensation of devouring her lush mouth.
I didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, one moment melting into the next as she sank into the feeling of my mouth against her. My body was heavy with satisfaction. She didn’t realize she’d stopped kissing me until my mouth curved up in a smile against her own.
“Sweet dreams, Gattina (kitten),” I murmured, my breath ghosting past her parted lips and settling deep in her lungs.
As I watched her peacefully slumber in the evening light, a strong sense of resolve rose in me. I was adamant about keeping Griselda safe. I silently swore to myself that I would do everything in my power to protect her.
The idea of being without her was inconceivable. She had become an integral part of my life, and the mere thought of any harm befalling her was too much to bear.