Callie
My fingernails dug into Antonio’s skin as I writhed on my back. The van floor was gritty and uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. Antonio’s tongue and fingers were more than making up for any other discomfort I felt. I knew I should feel guilty for giving myself to him, but I didn’t. I cried out as he sucked on my clit. My thighs were trembling like jelly as they clung to his face. I was a bad, bad girl, and I loved it. I was going to let Antonio make sweet love to me. I was going to allow him to “protect me” as best as he could. And I’d play scared, nervous, and unsure of myself… like the naive little lamb, he thought I was.
But I wasn’t stupid. It hadn’t taken me long to process that this kidnapping wasn’t as real as I was meant to think it was. And that was all thanks to Antonio himself. He’d been wise to have himself tied up and thrown into the back of the van with me. And at first, I truly believed that we’d both been kidnapped separately against our will. But then he’d been teasing, flirtatious, laughing, and it suddenly struck me that if Antonio “the wolf” Marchesi had indeed been kidnapped, he would have been furious. It would have taken a dozen burly men to capture him, and he wouldn’t have gone down without a fight, so that he would have been bruised and beaten and bleeding heavily. He would have been banging down every wall. Cursing up a storm. Acting deadly. And he’d been none of that. In his attempt to try and be sweet to me and allay my fears, he’d overacted and forgotten to act like himself. This whole kidnapping was a ploy, a fake. I was convinced of it. I’d been about to say something to him, to tell him to go to hell, when I realized that I could play this my way. I’d pretend I believed he was in danger as well. I’d pretend to be the delicate, shy woman who was the biggest idiot on the earth. And he was arrogant and cocky enough to believe it.
“Oh fuck.” I felt close to orgasm as his tongue licked my slit clean and kissed back up my body. I wasn’t sure how I felt about sleeping with him again. My body was loving it. If there was one thing Antonio was good at, it was giving pleasure. A part of me felt like I was taking control of the situation and getting everything I wanted, though ultimately, I knew it was more complicated than that. Making love to him wasn’t punishment to him in any way, and while I’d convinced myself it was a part of my act of needing him, I knew it was more than that. I enjoyed it. In fact, I craved it. His body was a pleasure machine. And my body never wanted to be away from it. Antonio was my kryptonite.
The issue with trying to double-cross Antonio was that I was still a college senior. I didn’t know that much about the world. Everything I knew about men came from movies and books, and I hadn’t even realized my own father was lying to me. When I was young, I read the book Harriet the Spy, and I’d always thought I’d like to be some sort of sleuth, but it wasn’t like I had those skills. I wasn’t one of those people that watched murder mysteries or cold cases and tried to solve them. I did enjoy Agatha Christie movies and books, and sometimes I even figured out who the murderer was before the end of the book, but that was just because she was a good writer and I had good deduction skills.
I knew I was playing with fire. I knew it was highly likely that I was going to get burned. But Antonio had already burned me, and I figured I didn’t have much to lose. Maybe my self-respect. But that was pretty much gone. If I was honest with myself, and all the ways that I didn’t want to be honest with myself, I was still attracted to Antonio and wanted to be with him. I knew that we were never going to be in a real relationship. We were never going to fall in love and have the sort of fairy-tale story that legends were made of.
However, maybe we could have our own porn star story. The thought made me cringe inside, but I knew that I craved him, and I wanted him, and if I was going to do this, then I was going to go all the way. I was going to get some enjoyment out of it as well. And Antonio certainly knew what to do with his fingers, tongue, and dick. “Oh my gosh,” I cried out as I felt his fingers rubbing against my clit. He growled and blew into my ear, and I felt like my body would explode. It was crazy that he could make me feel this way. He made me feel like I was someone else. He made me feel beautiful. He made me feel like a movie star from the 1940s, all glitz and glam and ethereal. And I hated it in a way. Because I knew it wasn’t real. Because I knew everything that came out of his mouth was a lie. He was still trying to manipulate me. He was still trying to make me fall for him. He was still trying to hurt me so he could hurt my father, and I had to make sure that I watched my emotions.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. He rubbed it back and forth gently against my clit. He moved his mouth to my ear and blew into it softly and then with more gusto. I thought he was about to whisper, but he didn’t say anything. His fingers moved down to my nipples, and he pinched them lightly at first and then with more vigor.
He was grunting as he moved on top of me. His flesh was warm and hard, and there was a smell of gasoline in the air. I didn’t know why, but it turned me on even more. There was dirt on his back, and I brushed it off.
“Who do you want inside of you?” he growled into my ear as the tip of his cock teased me. I didn’t want to satisfy his ego, so I said nothing. Instead, I shifted my body so that I could move my legs up around his waist. He grunted as the tip of his dick slowly entered me. “Who do you want inside of you?” He grabbed my wrists and held them up above my head, and then I felt his hand on my throat, squeezing. I froze, suddenly wondering if he was going to strangle me. I knew some people got off on kinky sex, but I’d seen enough episodes of Law and Order: SVU to know that asphyxiation during sex didn’t always end well. I need not have panicked though, as his grip lessened slightly. “Little lamb…”
“Josh,” I mumbled and moaned as he withdrew from me suddenly. His tongue was in my ear and then slid down my face toward my lips. His nose was pressed against mine, and I could feel his breath against my skin. His fingers reached down and played between my legs again.
“You’ll pay for that, Callie.” He grunted as he rubbed my clit faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building up. I was so close. I dug my nails into his back deeply. Then his mouth dipped down suddenly, and he bit my nipple. I cried out. I was so close. And then he stopped everything and just held me. I moaned and writhed against him. “Who do you want—”
“You!” I screamed, not caring about anything other than my orgasm at that moment.
“And what’s my name?”
“Wolf.” I bit into his shoulder hard, and he just chuckled.
“Nope.”
“Mole.”
He growled and positioned his cock at my opening and ran his fingers down my body toward my breasts.
“Antonio, please,” I begged him and grabbed him around the waist to bring him closer to me.
“What do you want, Callie?”
“I want you to fuck me.” I gasped as he grunted and slid into me hard, slamming his cock all the way inside of me. I felt my body moving back and forth on the dirty, cold, hard truck. At that moment, I didn’t care about anything. I didn’t care about whatever games Antonio was playing with me. Or about my own investigations into my father’s connection with the Marchesis and the truth. All I cared about was how Antonio made me feel when he was inside of me. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up over his shoulder, and I cried out at how different everything felt as he moved inside of me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Callie, and your pussy is so fucking wet,” he growled as he slammed into me hard. “I was made for making you come,” he said as he reached down and rubbed my clit. And like magic, my body reached its crescendo, and I could hear myself screaming as I came hard and fast. My body erupted in pleasure, and that seemed to turn him on even more because he reached down and started kissing me and thrusting faster and faster until I felt him withdrawing from me suddenly and reaching for his cock. Two seconds later, I felt a spurt of warm liquid all over my stomach before his cock rested on my lower abdomen, and he pulled me into his arms. “Next time, I’ll come on your face so you can lick up my juices.” He grunted against my lips. “Would you like that?”
“Are you asking me if I want you to spray your sperm all over my face?” I ran my fingers down his arm and moaned as he played with my nipples and kissed my neck.
“Would you rather me not ask and just do it?” He blew into my ear. “I want you to taste me. All of me. I want you to have me inside of you in every way.”
“Is that supposed to be romantic, Antonio?” I teased him as he kissed the side of my lips.
“Not necessarily, but it’s still hot, right?” His voice was husky. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to come inside of you again today. Did you get on the pill yet?”
“In what time?” I said sarcastically, though my heart thudded as I remembered he had already come inside of me previously. I hadn’t taken a morning-after pill, so it was still possible that I could get pregnant. It wasn’t likely, but it only took one time. I shivered at the thought. Getting pregnant with Antonio Marchesi would fuck everything up.
“True.” He caressed the side of my face. “Next time I want you to sit on my face. Suffocate me with your sweet pussy, little lamb.”
“Antonio.” I felt myself blushing in the darkness.
“And I want to do it in the middle of the day, so I can see each part of you up close.”
“I don’t think so.” The thought embarrassed me, knowing he’d have such an intimate glimpse of my vagina. No one other than my gynecologist knew me that intimately.
“Oh, I know so.” He chuckled. “And you’ll love it. In fact…” He paused as suddenly the van started moving again. The driver reversed quickly and sent us flying. “What the fuck?” he shouted and pulled me to him. “It’s okay, Callie. I will protect you.”
“I know,” I said sweetly, burying my face in his chest. “I just can’t believe they got both of us. This must be your worst nightmare.”
“Whoever did this will pay,” he growled, and I rolled my eyes in the dark. “They will pay for this.”
“Oh, I know,” I said, doing my best nervous whine. “If anyone can get us out of this mess, it will be you.”
“Thank you for trusting me again, Callie.”
“It took a lot, but I know you’re a good man inside, Antonio. You couldn’t make love to me like you do if you weren’t.” I wanted to throw up at my words. I sounded pathetic. “When you’re inside of me, it makes me think you were made for me. We’re two pieces of the same puzzle. We’re meant to be.”
“Yes, Callie. This was meant to be. Never forget how I make you feel. Never forget how good we are together.” He banged against the side of the van walls and cursed as the van took another quick turn. “Put on your clothes again. I don’t want anyone seeing you… like this… when they open the doors again.”
“Okay.” I scrambled around for my clothes. “Jimmy’s already seen my goods.”
“He did.” Antonio chuckled. “But he’s a good guy. He’s not going to ogle you like some of these other punks.”
“I would hope not,” I said softly. I couldn’t find my bra, so I just pulled on my top without it. “He’s your best friend, yeah?”
“Pretty much,” Antonio agreed. “He and Alessandro are the only two men in the world that I know would have my back to the death.”
“Wow,” I said softly, suddenly feeling tired. “I’m glad you have him.”
“Me too. When we’re old and gray, Jimmy will still be making me laugh.” Antonio grunted, and I felt his body stiffening as we heard loud noises from the front of the van.
“What’s that?” I asked. I could hear the nervousness in my tone. I wasn’t even faking it. Even though I knew this was a ruse, it was scary. I didn’t know just how far Antonio would go to make this real. I didn’t know how badly he wanted me to become submissive to him. It was weird because I could tell he had a power issue. He liked to be in charge. He liked to be dominant. He liked to be strong. He asserted his power in all areas of his life. Even in the bedroom, it was clear he liked to take control. But then I could tell he liked it when I fought back a bit. He always seemed surprised but in awe when I flipped the switch on him. I wondered how he would feel at the end of this whole thing when he realized I’d never fallen for his bullshit. That I’d used him for my own purposes. He wasn’t the only one that could use sex as a weapon and power move. Yeah, he’d had me begging today, but I’d have him on his knees soon enough. I was slowly coming into my own as a woman. I was slowly understanding the power of the pussy. And this pussy was going to take him down, once and for all.