Chapter Ten
NICO
I can’t share her. They will want her. They will take her from me. She is so magnetic and sexually divine that they will try and take her. They could come after her. Hurt her. My world is inside her palms. That heart in her chest is what keeps the one in mine pumping. There is no doubt that there would be men who would see what I see and want to claim it and I can’t risk my wife’s safety. I won’t. But this hurt her. Why? What is it that voyeurism gives her that I haven’t? What am I lacking that she still seeks attention from others?
The next few days, she avoids me. At all costs. Ignoring my calls when I check in during the day. Claiming to not be feeling well when dinner time rolls around. She spends time with our children during the day and leaves the moment I get home, only coming to tuck them in. I would dominate the situation, usually. Demand her to talk to me, but I am hurting too. My wife seeks validation for her pleasure, beauty, and whatever else from other men.
If I go to her the way I want to, I will chain her ass to the bed and never let her leave. And I am on the verge of doing it. It isn’t fucking below me. But she’s pregnant. Fuck. My wife is pregnant. Just like we have been wanting and I want to celebrate this with her and kiss her stomach every second I can, but she turns from me in bed and repels my touch. Worst part? Emelia has cried in her sleep the past few nights.
Maybe the hotel wasn’t what I thought. What I felt was a redeclaration of our love and passion, was really just her attempting to find her spark that she lost for us. For me.
I am not a fucking insecure or jealous man, but clearly, God damn it, I am!
I have been at the club all morning and into the evening, working my ass off. Getting lost in the only other thing that I have control over. But it always comes back to her. Emelia. I have to figure this out. Or I might just push her so far away from me.
“Sir. You all right?” Giulio asks, sitting opposite me on the other side of my desk.
“I’m fine. What?” I bark.
“Nothing, you just seem off. Is Emelia all right?”
I breathe deep out of my nose. “No, but it’s not your business. How’s the room? Is it done?” That dreaded fucking room that I want to now take a damn torch to and never speak of again.
“It is. As of this morning. We will open it to the members tomorrow. We have some of the girls who want to try it out before. Some were wondering if they could bring someone in today. Others mentioned if they could have their clients test it out while they used the viewing room. And?—”
“Wait, shut up a minute, Giulio.” A thought sparks then, maybe we could try this?
“How many of the girls want to try the viewing room?”
“About a dozen. They said they want to see it and get the experience on the other side so they can have a better idea going in.” He shrugs.
“Good, bring them in. Have them in the viewing room in one hour.” I grab my phone off my desk and call James.
“Sir,” he answers.
“Yes, James. Bring Mrs. Valiente to the club now.”
“On it. Would you like me to call the nanny?”
“Yes. Thank you. Tell our kids we will be home before dinner.” I look at my watch seeing it’s just before four. That gives me plenty of time to do what I need and get my wife and I home for dinner with our children.
“Will do. ETA forty-five minutes.”
I end the call without a response. That will do. Giulio disappeared to follow orders and suddenly there’s a flicker of hope in me. This will tell me what I need to know. If it is being watched that she wants or if it’s being desired by other men.
I could be shooting myself in the foot or I could be redeeming myself big fucking time. I hope it’s the latter.
“Right this way, Mrs. Valiente.” I hear Giulio outside the door.
“Is this a joke, Giulio? I am not in the mood,” she snaps.
There’s my firecracker.
“No, ma’am, Mr. Valiente is waiting.”
They round the corner of the door I left open and she sees me standing there. Stopping in the doorway, she crosses her arms over her busty chest and shakes her head, gnawing at the inside of her cheek as she holds back the tears.
“What the hell is this, Nico? You wanted to bring me here to rub salt on my wounds? To mock me?”
“Come in and shut the door,” I tell her calmly.
“No! Fuck you. I don’t even want to be here, let alone with you!” she hollers, and I crack my neck. Time to be the man she needs.
“Emelia, I gave you an order, you be a good wife and do as you’re fucking told. Now!” I match her energy and she pauses a minute, thinking of her next move. Her and I both. Stepping in a few steps, she slams the door shut and exaggeratingly locks the door.
“Happy, Mr. Valiente? Was that submissive enough for you?” She mocks me, and I shake my head, rubbing at my nearly week-old stubble. I usually don’t go longer than a five o’clock shadow, but my stubborn wife likes it when I have stubble.
“Yes. Now take off your clothes and bend over the couch.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re kidding. You think after you made me hate my body and how the world views it, that I want to fuck you? You are out of your g?—”
“What did you just say to me?”
“You heard me. I don’t want to fuck you, you asshole!” She sniffles and I gain on her.
“No I heard that part loud and clear, but I am pretty sure I’m hearing things. Did you just say I made you hate your body?” I grab the column of her neck and tilt her head up.
“Yes! You don’t want to bring me in here because you think the people watching will laugh at me because I’m a bigger woman. You may love me, but you shield me from being ridiculed. Well, Nico, that really nailed the coffin shut. I don’t need you to shield me away.” That’s what she thinks? That I’m protecting her.
“Emelia. I am going to say this one time and if you ever think differently in our marriage again, I will smack your ass till it is beet fucking red.” She shakes her head.
“Go ahead, pity me. Make it sound like you’re the hero.”
“You defiant little brat. You’re so lucky I fucking love you and I’m even allowing this.”
“What?” she spits.
“I am not saving you from embarrassment. You don’t need saving from anything. You can handle your own, though I prefer you let me do it. I didn’t want you in here because you are my wife. ” I seethe out the last two words with gritted teeth. “I know what I have and I know when any man gets to see what I do, he will take it. I would kill for you. The things I would do in order to protect your body from someone else’s desire, makes every other fucking crime I have done in my life look like entry level shit. If another man saw you, he would do exactly what I did when I walked into your parents’ house ten years ago, Emelia. I would fight and kill and knock on deaths fucking door to make sure you were mine.” I pause, tightening my hands around her neck and getting within an inch of her face. “I didn’t want you here because I am jealous of them seeing what I do. And because my wife wants to be lusted after by other fucking men. So no, Emelia, who is the one who should be mad here. Hint. It isn’t you, principessa .”
She gulps and her eyes water.
“Nico…I.” She doesn’t know what to say.
“What? Spit it out, baby.” I lean in and bite her bottom lip hard and draw blood. I am so fucking angry but turned on by my maddening wife.
“You think I want other people to want me?” She whimpers, reaching up and touching the blood on her lip.
“Isn’t it?”
She rapidly shakes her head. Taking her finger with the crimson liquid, she brings it to my lips and urges me to lick it clean. I suck on the tip and drink in her blood.
“No. Nico, I wanted them to see what you can do to me. What we can do to one another and see what real pleasure and lust is. I want the world to see how depraved we are with one another.” I search her eyes, looking for the truth and I find only the truth in her words.
“They already know that. Emelia, do you know how many men I have killed for you?” She shakes her head slowly. Leaning in I suck on her still bleeding lip.
“Oh,” she moans, pulling me in with her hands on my hips.
“The two men you danced with last time you had some doubts.” I move to her chin and bite. “Then I took off all of Damien’s fingers because I spared him at your request.” I move to her ear and bite the lobe. “Your father. For hurting you. Your cowardly fucking brothers—for hurting you.” I come back to look at her. “What makes you think I wouldn’t kill strangers who wanted you? Life has no purpose when it means keeping you or keeping you safe. Ten years has taught you nothing, my love.” She gulps again and our eyes search one another. The next move is written all over my wife.
My obsession for her has no limits and she messed up tonight. She goes to pull me in but I step back, keeping her neck in my hands at arm’s width distance. She looks terrified and I hold that look close.
“We are just getting started, wife. Giulio!”
A few seconds later the door is unlocked with a key and Giulio steps in.
“Sir.”
“Let them in.” He nods and closes the door and locks it again. A few moments later, the red light behind the viewing glass turns on and women from the club start piling in.
“Nico, what is this?”
“Let them watch.” I chuckle sinisterly. “Let them see what I do to you and what I would never.” I enunciate never. “Do to them. You want the world to see that not only my world starts and ends with you but so does my fucking lust. Welcome to room four, wife.”
She shudders and now it’s time to begin.
Once they are all seated the music starts. The sounds of “Chokehold” by Sleep Token fills the room. I come toe to toe with Emelia. Our side profiles facing the viewing mirror. Her chest is rising and falling so rapidly, I imagine it’s in sync with her heartbeat. The words in the song melodically start and I eye her over, my head tilting back and forth slowly. I am the hunger and she is the satiation.
Reaching behind me, I pull out my knife tucked in my dress slacks. The shiny blade catches in the neon red lights. She gulps and looks to the window of women and back to me. I don’t bother looking at the people on the other side. They aren’t even here in my head. My focus is on the only fucking one I want. I slide the blade under the strap of her all-black sundress and I tug slowly and the strap starts to rip. Before it completely snaps, I remove it and bring it to the center of her chest, right atop the fabric of her dress. The music starts to peak at the chorus of the song, and careful yet effortlessly, I take the blade and cut her dress down the middle and then rip it off her body.
She gasps.
“No panties or bra. You fucking knew I was going to have you. You were ready to submit to your Capo.”
She cries and nods. “Yes. I was.”
“Good girl. Now hands on the glass,” I tell her and on shaking legs, she walks to the window, and I watch her.
She places her hands against the window, and she looks up at the women while I stay focused on her every move, her breathing, her trembling, even the way her long blond hair falls into place with her new formation. I take my gun out and drop the knife to the ground. This gun has been locked away for years now. One I used years ago between her thighs, the first time she tested me. I unbuckle my pants and pull just my cock free. Stepping up to her, my cock nudges her ass as I use my foot to lightly push on her ankles, prompting her to open up for me. I place my hands over hers and she looks at the gun in my hand over hers and her breath hitches.
“Yeah, baby. Remember this gun?”
She nods slowly.
“The weapon…”
“That protects me,” she finishes for me, and I smile.
“Yes. That one.” I line myself up, my lips still next to her ear.
“Now fuck the cock that owns you.” With that, I slam into her. Her head flies back and lands on my shoulder and she screams my name.
“Louder. Let them see your body. Hear your pleasure. Let them see what it’s like to be the only one who can do this to me. To you.” I fuck into her harder. Punishing thrust. Deep ones. She follows my orders and gets louder.
“Remember the way you got this gun soaked?” I grab a fist of her hair and guide her head to look at it.
“Yes! I do! Harder!” I laugh, rumbling deep in my chest. I fuck her harder and watch her face. She is turned on, her highest peak has been met and it isn’t about being watched, it’s about the last reminder that this is never going to leave us. This lust. This need. This deadly desire. All her pleasures are mine and mine are hers.
“Take it, like a good wife.”
She smiles and starts to thrust back on me, matching mine perfectly.
“Spank me, please,” she pleads and I oblige, letting her hair go and bringing my hand down so hard, the skin instantly raises in a beautiful shade. “Again!”
One more. She starts to tighten around me and I watch her eyes look at the gallery and I keep looking at her face. I am going to come watching her thrum under the eyes of the women.
“You want to come?”
She nods and yells, “Yes!”
“Me too, give them the best show, baby, because for the rest of your damn life this will only be mine.” With that I bring my unloaded gun to her pussy and slide it against her clit and she comes.
“Nico!” she begs for me, and I come with her.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuhhh!” I trail off, coming with my wife.
This time, she looks at me and our eyes stay on one another and our faces look pained, drawn in the picturesque image of the deepest pleasure.
“I love you,” she whispers, reaching an arm around my head and bringing me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues glide along one another’s.
“I love you,” I say briefly pulling away before closing the gap again. I tap the window with the gun and the women leave us.
It takes us moments to come down. And once we do, I lay myself on the couch and bring her into my side. The sweat we worked up has her hair sticking to the side of her face and I move it aside, then I pepper her face in soft kisses.
“Thank you.” She kisses me on the lips with gratitude.
“Never doubt us again. Or doubt the way I see you,” I remind her and she shakes her head.
“I could never. I was wrong to do that. Maybe we both need to work on talking through things. Save us the torment.” I laugh, running my hand over her stomach.
“Agreed. Are you feeling okay?” I am not just talking about in general but also in regard to the baby.
“Perfect,” she assures, kissing my chin, then neck. We fall silent for a little while. Taking it all in. Suddenly room four holds a new meaning. I despised it before what we shared and now it holds a place for her and I. I pull out my phone and she shakes her head.
“Who could you be calling? I am naked, please do not send Giulio in here.” She giggles and I growl, slapping her ass.
“Not funny,” I retort. I do, however, call Giulio.
“Sir.”
“Giulio. Leave Emelia some clothes outside. I will come get them.” I look down at her and she peers up at me adoringly and I run my hand through her blonde hair and I finish.
“Also, refund room four memberships and keep the lock. This room is not available to the members or anyone. It belongs to Emelia and me only.”
Emelia lifts her head from my chest and she searches my eyes.
“You got it, sir.” We end the call and she shakes her head.
“Nico, you spent so much money, you can’t do that. Besides, I don’t need to have this room anymore,” she assures me, but I shake my head.
“It’s ours now and we can use it whenever, but the only person who will watch is me when we want to have a viewing session only.” I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips.
“I don’t know what to say.”
I shrug. “Nothing, just know that I love you and now you have your very own room, my curious wife.” I wink and she shakes her head kissing me once again.
“I love you. As much as I hated you the day we married, I love you as deeply.”
We both laugh.
“I could get used to your hotel arrangements more often,” she adds.
“I can do that besides; this isn’t the first arrangement that worked in my favor and with you it won’t be the fucking last Emelia Valiente. Till death do we fucking part.”
“Till death do us part and then sealed together in hell, il mio re.”
THE END