10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Serena
I 'm on my knees, the carpet soft beneath me as I press my lips against his firm and throbbing cock. The scent of desire lingers in the air, while the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. Close up, his piercing is even more intriguing. The silver ring is at the exact spot where I experienced the pungent taste of precum. I believe it's referred to as a Prince Albert piercing.
His erection is firm, sizable, and impressively thick. Before I can stop myself, I say, "This thing did not fit inside of me."
"Sweetheart, it happened, and I loved every single second it was inside of you." Emilio stands with his eyes lidded, staring down at me.
I am surprised how addictive the taste is; I didn't think I'd like it. His powerful control over my body relieves all my stress and tension. Emilio's presence is exhilarating; he makes me feel alive again. Something I haven't felt before.
I feel Emilio reach down and grab another handful of my hair, directing my mouth back to his hard dick. The look in his eyes, one of obsessive hunger, encourages me to place his cock deeper into my mouth and to suck harder.
My tongue explores the tip as my hand moves along the velvety shaft. Trying to take his cock deeper into my mouth, I gag. Tears run down both cheeks. Emilio grunts and moans every time I gag, and he pushes his dick down my throat, blocking off my air.
At first, I panic, but he places one of his hands on my head. "Stay calm, baby, you get to breathe when I allow you to breathe. Soon you will be so addicted to my cock you will bow down on your knees and suck me off in front of your brothers."
His words excite me, but I fear starting a war. I know Gio and Marcello and even my father loves me. They may have followed tradition, but they would never have handed me off to this monster. They will go to war for me, and I don't want that.
For that reason, I am going to have to make them think I'm here willingly. Right now, there's a battle going on in my head and I'm thinking maybe I want to be here.
Emilio, taking control and withholding my ability of choice, does something to me. The idea that he will pin me down and take what he wants turns my body into an inferno.
More tears roll down my cheeks. Some because I'm still gagging and gasping for air, and some because I love what this asshole is doing to me. Something must be wrong with me for me to enjoy this so much. The rougher he is, the more aroused I become. I'm so wet that it's running down my thighs. The internal struggle is exhausting.
I don't want to hurt my family, but I also want to keep them safe, and a war always has losses. I can't risk those losses being my brothers, their kids, or their wives. For that, I'll sacrifice myself for their safety.
Emilio thrusts deeper in my throat and he places his hand on my neck. "I can feel my cock inside your throat from the outside." His eyes practically roll back in their sockets as his head falls back in ecstasy. Feeling empowered, I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down, and for the tiniest of moments, I'm the one in control. Sucking harder, I feel his dick pulse inside my mouth.
My husband lets out a moan and warm ropes of cum flood my mouth. I keep sucking him through his orgasm and swallow. Here, in this moment, I decide I'm going to do it, but I'm doing it on my terms. He's an instigator in the war that's going on inside of me and currently, he's winning, but so am I. Maybe, just maybe I can win him over and we can actually have the chance at a real relationship. I'm unsure of Emilio's emotional depth, but my own feelings are undeniable. I'm starting to care about my husband and worse yet, I love what he's doing to me.
Once Emilio opens his eyes again, he lays me down on the bed. Turning around to his nightstand, he plugs his cell phone in to charge for the night.
I almost want to giggle at the domesticity of the act, but I don't want to give myself away.
My husband crawls up behind me, smacking my ass and holding me up on all fours before he lines himself up with my dripping pussy. Slamming inside of me, he gives me no time to adjust. I can feel the metal piercing hitting me from the inside out. It burns from his enormous cock stretching me, but the pain feels good. It's a weird feeling.
"I'm going to make sure you are addicted to Esposito cock, so when I've broken you, your brothers can see you on your knees begging for my dick."
The degradation, combined with his forcefulness and possessiveness is going to be my downfall, I just know it. I'm fucked up in the head to be getting off on this shit.
While he continues to slam into me from behind, he reaches around, rubbing my clit. It sends me spiraling, and my pussy constricts, strangling his cock as I feel him jerk inside of me.
"Do you feel my cum? It's filling you full of my child. You will bear the child of your family's enemy. Be torn between loving your own child and hating him for the blood running through his veins."
Tears stream down my cheeks. I'm so ashamed that I'm orgasming while he’s saying such awful things. "No matter what, I could never bring myself to hate my own child. I will take it away from his monster of a father and you won't ever see him."
Emilio reaches up around the front of my choker, jerking it until the chain tightens on my throat, cutting off my air. and he fucks me again, ramming himself inside and pulling out.
"You won't ever take my child anywhere. I'll kill you. You and this baby belong to me forever."
He comes and believe it or not, I come harder than I've ever orgasmed before. The lack of oxygen to my brain has me seeing stars. Once he comes and fills me up, he pushes me over onto my back, releasing his grip on my choker and leaving me heaving and gasping for air.
Emilio goes down and puts his head between my legs, watching the cum drip from my pussy. Scooping some on his fingers, he pushes it back inside. "Don't waste a fucking drop. I want my cum seeping out of your pores. You will smell like me, taste like me, and feel me between your legs even when we're apart."
The psycho continues to be hyperfixated on the juices escaping my pussy. Using the juices, he massages my clit in circles, and immediately, I’m turned on again. I whimper and wiggle, chasing my pleasure. How can I be so insatiable for this creep?
"Don't touch yourself! No one touches this pussy but me, and if I find out you did, I'll punish you."
He stops right before I come, and it pisses me off. Glaring at him, I bite my tongue and don't say what I'm thinking. I hate this man. The magnetic pull between us is torturous.
"Never threaten me again, Little Storm. I was taken from my father, and I won’t allow anyone to do that to my child—not even its mother. I'll kill every person in your bloodline if that's what it takes. My child will be motherless as your corpse rots in a cemetery. I will allow a whore to raise our child in your place."
A shiver runs down my spine at the coldness of his voice. Emilio gets up and I know now that I went too far. My body flinches at the sound of the door slamming so hard the walls vibrate as he leaves.