33
Mia
In the aftermath of the ordeal, I try to shake the feeling of being trapped. The memory of the suffocating fabric still clings to me. It serves as a reminder of the constant expectations and pressure that often come with any interactions with Dad and Karen. As I glance back at the discarded remnants of the dress on the floor, a shiver runs down my spine. But Sebastiano’s warm embrace gives me a sense of security that I desperately crave, giving me the courage to push through the lingering feeling of unease.
Feeling resolute, I gently step away from Sebastiano”s hug. Moving to the dresser, I grab one of his shirts, finding comfort in its familiar smell as I pull it over my head.
Sebastiano never leaves the room; instead, he settles near the window, tapping away on his phone. It”s comforting to know he”s here, yet he gives me the space I need to collect myself. With each steady breath, I attempt to calm my racing heart. I take a moment to compose myself, my fingers trembling as I sweep my hair off my neck and away from my face.
Then, I turn to the mirror and begin applying makeup, hoping to conceal the puffiness around my eyes, but nothing can help the vulnerability I feel at this moment. Focusing on my makeup routine, I start by applying a light layer of foundation, carefully blending it to even out my complexion. A touch of blush adds a subtle flush to my cheeks, while a few coats of mascara bring definition to my lashes. Reaching for my trusty MAC Creme in Your Coffee lipstick, I glide the creamy shade across my lips, adding a hint of color and giving me a touch of confidence in my appearance.
Satisfied with the result, I set aside my makeup and shift my attention to my hair. Opting for a simple yet elegant look, I run a brush through my hair, creating soft waves to add body and cascade gracefully down my shoulders. It”s a simple look that will go with any outfit Marie brings back.
It”s a short while later when Marie enters our bedroom, her quick footsteps announcing her arrival as she wheels in a garment rack loaded with an array of dresses and pant suits.
How the heck did she shop so fast?
Sebastiano acknowledges her with a brief nod and a fleeting smirk before his gaze settles on me.
”Pick whatever you want––you’ll look beautiful in anything you wear,” he says casually, still seated by the window.
My eyes flicker with appreciation as I meet Sebastiano”s gaze, and a lump forms in my throat. I didn’t expect this from him. It”s the kindest thing he could have done. It’s probably the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me, and though I am truly grateful, I’m at a loss for words.
My heart skips a beat as I take in the sight before me. The variety of choices is overwhelming, and a mix of emotions swirl within me—mostly excitement and surprise at the effort he made to ease my distress. The gesture may be small to him, but it speaks volumes to me.
”Thank you,” I murmur to both of them, stepping closer to the rack. My fingers trace the delicate fabric of the gown closest to me, looking it over before I gingerly run my fingers over each item, trying to pick out the perfect dress to wear. Lost in the array of choices, I don”t realize when Sebastiano stands up and walks behind me. His warm breath skates over my neck as he places a gentle kiss on my shoulder.
“I’ll be in my office. Let me know if there is anything else I can rip off your body,” Sebastiano quips playfully before walking out of the bedroom, leaving Marie and me alone to decide.
“If I may,” Marie starts, picking up a light blue Gucci dress, “I think this would look lovely on you, Mia Cara.”
Marie removes the dress from the rack, passing it to me. Holding it against myself, I”m struck by the softness of the blue fabric, which shimmers under the bedroom light. As I look closer, I notice the intricate lace details that adorn the bodice of the dress. Delicate floral patterns intertwine along the neckline and sleeves. And beneath the lace-adorned bodice, the skirt flows just above the knees.
This dress is perfect, as long as it fits.
With a mixture of excitement and a little nervousness, I unzip the back and carefully slip into the dress, feeling the fabric envelop me like a warm embrace.
”Allow me,” Marie gestures, stepping behind me to zip up the dress with ease. I exhale a sigh of relief as the zipper glides smoothly, securing the dress in place.
”It fits perfectly,” I say, turning to face Marie with a huge smile. “How did you know my size?”
She gives me a warm smile in return, a smile that reaches her eyes, but she remains silent, choosing not to answer my question. Instead, she rummages in one of the bags she brought in and pulls out a pair of nude heels adorned with a delicate light blue flower on the ankle strap.
The soft blue is a perfect match to the dress, while the neutral nude hue compliments the color. As I slip into the heels, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. With Marie”s helpful assistance and a dress that fits, I feel confident and ready to face my father and Karen for dinner.
”These are all beautiful selections, Marie, but we can return the rest. This outfit will be perfect,” I tell her, gesturing towards the chosen dress and shoes I’m wearing.
”Mr. Morelli insists that you keep all of these,” Marie responds, her words causing all of the air to leave my lungs. My heart swells at Sebastiano’s gift. I didn’t think he had it in him to be so kind.
I’m grateful, but I can”t accept this. Can I?
I twirl around in front of the mirror, a wide grin lighting up my face as I take in my reflection. I”m thrilled with how I look now, a stark contrast to how I felt earlier today. I can”t help but feel a surge of confidence coursing through me. But the array of high-end designer clothes Marie brought has left me stunned. Now that I feel a renewed sense of self-assurance, I head out of the bedroom to find Sebastiano, eager to thank him for the dress and tell him that he doesn”t need to spend so much on me.
As I make my way to his office, I’m still in disbelief at the sheer number of dresses and pant suits upstairs. Each garment seems more luxurious and extravagant than the last. It”s excessive, probably not by Sebastiano”s standards, and I can”t help but wonder if one dress wouldn”t have been sufficient for him. Entering his office, I find Sebastiano seated behind his desk, his eyes meeting mine as I walk in.
I make a beeline for him, crossing the space between us in a few quick strides, my heels echoing on the hardwood floors. Instantly, I settle myself onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I press my lips against his in a passionate kiss.
The sound of someone clearing their throat shatters the bubble of our little moment, and I reluctantly break away. My cheeks flush with color, betraying the awkwardness I feel, as I turn to see Enzo and another man, I’ve seen but don”t know watching us. They are seated in the chairs opposite Sebastiano, and it”s clear they just saw the entire show.
“I... I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I release my grip around Sebastiano”s neck. I try to stand up, desperate to regain any dignity I have left.
But Sebastiano has other plans. His smirk is cocky as hell as he holds me firmly on his lap, not allowing me to escape the humiliation. He looks over my shoulder at them, and with a single nod, they excuse themselves. The click of the door shutting echoes through the room and leaves behind a lingering sense of shame and discomfort.
“I’m sorry. I should have knocked or made sure nobody was in here with you. I just wanted to thank you for the dress and let you know that the rest can be sent back. This dress fits perfectly,” I ramble in one long breath, feeling the weight of embarrassment settling over me. I glance down, fumbling with the fabric of the dress in my hands.
Sebastiano lifts my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. “Stop apologizing. And never apologize for coming into the same room that I’m in,” he says softly, his lips meeting mine for a quick kiss before he continues. “You’re welcome, and the clothes are a gift. Keep them,” he says, planting another gentle kiss on my lips.
“You don”t have to do that,” I protest weakly.
“I know, but I want to. Besides, I think you”ve awoken a new kink in me, because I’ll happily rip every piece of clothing off your sexy body,” he says as his lips begin trailing down my neck.
“Next time something doesn”t fit, I know who to call,” I joke back, trying to lighten the mood. “Did I interrupt anything?” I glance over my shoulder at the closed door where the two men just walked through.
“No, but they will be coming with us, Daren and Yusuf, too,” Sebastiano replies, his tone serious.
“Who was the other guy?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Dario, one of my soldiers,” he answers.
“Do we need so many people with us? It’s just dinner at my dad”s. What could happen?” I question, a hint of concern creeping into my voice.
Sebastiano shifts me on his lap until I”m straddling him, his strong arms holding me close. ”Nothing to worry about. It”s just a precaution,” he says, his expression now serious. I place my hands instinctively on his shoulders. ”If you say so,” I respond, trying to ease any lingering tension.
”Oh, I do say so,” he parrots, lifting us both from our seated position. He sets me down gently on his desk, standing in front of me and surveying me with scrutinizing eyes before they soften. ”And you look beautiful in blue,” he compliments sincerely.
But as he speaks, his hands begin to wander, slowly pushing the hem of my dress up, inch by inch.
”Th... Thank you,” I mutter softly, just as his fingers start to play with the band of my panties. Taking a step closer, I feel his warm breath skate across my face as he plants a gentle kiss on my lips. His lips then trail to my neck, as his finger brushes against my pussy.
My breath hitches, my chest is rising and falling in quick, shallow breathes. I can feel the dampness between my thighs, and I know I’ll need to change my panties before we leave. ”Don’t…. don’t we need to leave soon?” I manage to ask, though my words appear more like a moan.
”We have time,” he replies, his voice husky and filled with desire as he hooks his finger under my panties, pulling them to the side.
Sebastiano’s strokes his thick finger up and down my wet core as an involuntary sigh escapes me.
”Mmm,” I reply, biting my lip as a playful smile dances across my face. He lifts my dress to my waist and kneels in front of me, his eyes darkening with hunger. His face disappears in between my thighs as his strong yet gentle hands spread my legs further apart.
I can feel the anticipation building within my belly. With a sense of urgency, he leans in, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Starting with slow with soft, deliberate flicks of his tongue, he traces a path from my ass to my slit. Each kiss of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I find myself gasping for air as he teases my clit with his skilled movements. His mouth suctions to my clit, and I can”t help but moan in ecstasy, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. The electrifying sensation of his touch drives me to the edge with each tantalizing sweep of his tongue.
I can feel the tension building within me. My hips instinctively rock against Sebastiano”s mouth, urging him on. With each movement, he matches my rhythm, his pace quickening as he drives me closer to the edge. My body tenses with anticipation, my back arching as pleasure washes over me. I can”t help but let out a scream of pure bliss, as the intensity of my orgasm consumes me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. But even as I ride out my climax, his assault against my pussy shows no sign of slowing down. He waits for me to come down from my high.
When I finally begin to calm, he stands up, pulls my dress back down and leans in close, his eyes burning with a hunger that sends shivers down my spine. ”You taste fucking delicious, don”t you agree?” he murmurs huskily, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss before I can even respond.
Our tongues intertwine, and I can taste my own sweetness lingering on his tongue, leaving me craving more of him. But instead of deepening the kiss, he pulls back and guides me off the desk, his hands gently resting on my hips.
Despite my silent offer to reciprocate, he insists on taking care of me. Then, with a playful swat to my ass, he tells me to clean up. I don”t protest, knowing better than to defy his commands. My legs feel like Jello beneath me as I shuffle toward the door.
Just as my fingers graze the cool metal of the doorknob, his voice breaks through the silent room. ”Remember who you belong to, now. Don”t let anyone insignificant upset you. Ever,” his words bring a smile to my face, knowing who he’s referring to.
He then turns his attention to his phone, his words hanging in the air with a weight that holds no argument. I nod in acknowledgment and offer a tight smile before heading towards the stairs. His presence still lingers on my skin as I make my way upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up.