20. Isa
ISA
Something was going on with Elio.
I had a feeling it had to do with the organization.
I didn’t ask him.
I was told by Dad, and even Valentino, not to ask questions about the business. Even if I had heard little tidbits here and there over the years, I was good at pretending not to know what was going on.
And besides, I didn’t think Elio would tell me anyway, even if I did ask him.
So instead, I did what I could to bring him comfort.
I grabbed his hand and kissed it. He turned to look at me briefly, and for a small moment, his eyes softened.
“I’m sorry. I’m not really good company for tonight.”
I placed his hand on my lap, playing with it while looking ahead at the road in front of us. We were on our way to his house.
“That’s okay. We don’t have to talk or do anything. Tonight can just be a night of low expectations.”
“Low expectations,” he said quietly. Then, “I don’t think I want you to have low expectations when I fuck you tonight.”
I laughed. “You’re horrible.”
He didn’t laugh. “I’m not kidding.”
I took in a deep inhale. And just like that, he turned me into mush.
“Can’t you drive a little faster?” I asked.
Elio didn’t.
I let out a small whine when it looked like he had slowed down a little.
“Elio.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled his hand away from mine and cupped me between my legs.
God.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
I did as he asked, and he squeezed me before starting to play with my pussy.
My head fell back against the headrest, and I closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensation.
He slapped me hard.
I yelped and opened my eyes to glare at him, causing him to smile wickedly at me. “Keep your eyes open, baby. Don’t want you to fall asleep on me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I muttered. How would I ever fall asleep on Elio when he was touching me like this?
“Please, Elio. You’re killing me.”
He chuckled darkly. “Killing you? Never. I would never hurt you, my baby. Don’t you know that?”
And he contradicted his words when he pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy a few times.
I screeched, my hand moving over to the seatbelt. “Elio!”
He laughed. “Are you wet for me?”
I was not going to answer that. I made a small noncommittal sound in the back of my throat, and he slapped my pussy again.
“Stop,” I groaned out, not sure if I truly meant it.
“Baby, answer me. Are you wet?”
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
“That’s okay,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. All the while, his hand never stopped working me over through my leggings. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Sh-Show you?”
“Yes, baby. Show me. Take off your pants. And your panties. I want you bare from the waist down. I want to see how easy it would be for me to slip my finger inside your tight little cunt. I want to know how well it will take me fucking it like this while I drive us home.”
“Elio,” I whined.
“Is that a no, baby?”
It was not not a no.
How the hell was I supposed to do this?
“Up to you. You can do as I ask, and I’ll play with this pussy until it’s weeping for joy, or you can wait until we get home, and I’ll edge you.”
“Edge me? How cruel.”
He laughed harder. “Make your decision, baby. We’re almost home?—”
I pulled my pants and panties down until they got stuck around my shoes. My face reddened as I clumsily tried to take everything off until it all lay in a messy heap on the footwell.
“Hell,” Elio muttered. “Bend your legs and rest your feet on the seat.”
I did as he asked, cold air teasing my drenched lips as I did so, exposing myself even more.
Oh hell.
Elio cupped me and groaned. “Just as I suspected. You’re fucking wet for me.”
He slipped two fingers inside me without warning, and I gasped, my hips jerking upward into his touch. The car swerved slightly before Elio corrected it, his jaw clenched tight as he divided his attention between the road and my body. I didn’t care much about that. I just wanted more of him.
“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that turned my insides into nothing more than a quivering mess. “Unless you want us to crash.”
I whimpered as he quickened the pace of his fingers. Hell.
“You like this, don’t you?” The strain in his voice was obvious.
He wasn’t unaffected by me at all. Not even a little bit.
“Being exposed like this. Vulnerable. Just for me. You’re such a good girl for me.
Fuck, just look at how you’re sucking me in.
My good little whore. Say it, baby. Say you’re my good little whore, and I’ll let you come. ”
I bit my lip and nodded. “I’m your good little whore.”
I could be anything for him. Anything at all, as long as he kept touching me like this. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My thighs trembled with the effort of not moving, the muscles tightening from my position.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise washing over me like warm honey. “Such a good girl for me.”
God, the things I would do for his praise.
His thumb circled my clit as his fingers continued their relentless assault, and I could feel myself climbing toward release embarrassingly fast. My grip tightened on the seatbelt as I felt myself climbing higher and higher and…
He slapped my pussy two more times. Water squirted out of me, and I just exploded.
I screamed in the car as I came, my eyes falling shut as I took in the sensation.
Tears streamed down the sides of my face. It was too much. Just too much.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the seat belt unfasten. Then my shirt was being pulled up and off me. My bra came off next, just as I opened my eyes. I was naked, and we were parked inside his garage. When did we arrive?
He turned off the ignition.
I looked down at myself. “We’re not done,” he said as he got out of the car. I watched him walk around the hood to my door.
He bent down and reached for me. I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me inside.
We never made it past the foyer.
He set me down on my feet before he started pulling off his clothes, my mouth watering at every inch of skin he exposed. I was greedy for everything about him, from his tattoos to his muscular arms, flat stomach…
Fuck.
I was too turned on to worry about my own nakedness.
Once he was as naked as me, he came up and bent down in front of me, his face close to my pussy. I resisted the urge to cover myself when he ran the tip of his nose up and down my slit.
Hell.
“I can smell how turned on you are for me, baby,” he said.
I reached down and clutched his shoulders, unsure if my legs could hold me up. Then he licked up and down my pussy, and I really, really wasn’t sure.
My nails dug into his skin as he kept working me over.
And he didn’t let up. My knees started to buckle when I felt a small spark igniting inside me, telling me I was close.
So close.
He pulled away and lifted one of my legs up to expose me to him.
“Elio,” I said, unsure about where he was going with this, especially when he twisted me around and pulled my butt cheeks apart and?—
Hell.
I jumped when I felt his finger on my back end, then turned around a bit until I could see him.
He shot me a wicked grin as he continued to play with me there, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“Elio.”
“Do you like it? Do you like it when I play with your sweet little asshole like this?” He pushed his finger a little further inside.
My face heated, and I didn’t know how to answer him.
“Look at how wet you got from just a little ass play. Fuck, baby, but this is mine, yeah?”
I sucked in a sharp breath, and he slapped my ass cheek.
I yelped and tried to get away from him, but he held me still and slapped my ass again.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment when I felt more wetness seep out of me, running down my inner thigh.
“Answer me, baby. Is this asshole mine?”
I nodded.
“Say the words.”
Why did he want me to say it so badly?
He slapped me again, in the exact same spot. Heat exploded on my skin, and I said, “It’s yours.”
“Good girl,” he praised, pushing my legs further apart and letting out a small groan. “Fuck, do you know how sexy you look wearing my handprint?”
He slapped my other ass cheek a few times.
“Hey, what was that for?” I asked, glaring at him and rubbing over the sore spot. He gathered both my wrists in his hand and pulled me down until I was kneeling on the floor.
He played with my breast from behind, his touch rough and harsh.
“I just want to see your skin turn red from my treatment,” he said against me. I shivered, and he pushed me down on all fours, moving behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward his waiting mouth, his tongue working me over from one entrance to the next.
I closed my eyes as my arms gave out beneath me. I cried out as he continued to eat me out.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said.
I moaned into the floor, my fists clenching together as I worked hard not to lose it completely. My cheek was pressed against the cool tile as he thoroughly devoured me from behind, and I couldn’t focus on anything but him… on anything but what he was doing to me.
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn't even sure what I was begging for. I just wanted more and more. I didn’t care how he gave it to me. I was just desperate for more.
Elio’s hands gripped my hips tighter, leaving marks I knew would bloom into bruises come morning—bruises I would secretly trace with my fingertips tomorrow, remembering this moment. I fucking loved it when he left his mark on me.
“What do you want, baby?” His voice was like gravel, rough-sounding and strained with desire. It sent waves of pleasure through me. “Tell me what you need.”
“Everything,” I said. I didn’t fucking care that I sounded greedy. I wanted everything from him. I wanted it all.
He pressed his lips further against me, and his tongue came out to play.