ELAINEFear.That's all I feel when Giovanni mentions my little boy. My sweet little boy.“I don't know what game you're playing, Giovanni,” I stammered through my wildly beating heart. “But you need to leave my son out of it.”“Then you need to comply,” he growled. “So that doesn't happen. Follow my instructions like the good little toy you are, and we won't have any problems.”Unshed tears burned in the back of my eyes. That wasn't nearly as painful as swallowing my pride and nodding my agreement. “Okay, fine. Whatever you want. Just leave my boy out of this.”When he threatened my little boy, I had no other choice but to concede and do what he said. He started to undo the delicate little buttons holding the pink nightie I was wearing together. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. They broke free and slipped down my face.As Giovanni worked, I hated how my body responded to his every touch. My nipples hardened and strained at the fabric of the nightie, begging for attention from h
ELAINE It had been three days since that first night of our arrangement. As Giovanni had told me, a nice-looking female doctor had stopped by. While she was pleasant and smiled throughout, getting her to say much was impossible while she worked on me with cold, robotic hands. She checked me for infections—telling me what I already knew about being clean—and injecting me with a short-acting contraceptive that'd last the duration of our arrangement. When she was done with me, I tried to discreetly ask about Giovanni's sexual health. All she would give me in her halting English was that he was clean. After the doctor's visit and the green light to have unprotected sex, it seemed Giovanni's sex drive became insatiable. We had sex all through the night and again the next night when he returned from wherever he went in the daytime. As usual, after we both came, he'd get up, clean himself up and leave me be. Any form of intimacy we had during sex diffused quickly. He'd leave me for th
GIOVANNI“Sì papà, (yes father), I’ve seen to the shipment myself,” I told my father on the phone. “There was a slight delay, but everything is on track to arrive this week.”My father started in fast Italian, but I tuned him out as my office door opened and Elaine and Butch entered.My French secretary, Julie, looked up from her tablet and scowled at the interruption.My eyes locked with Elaine's blue ones, and a smirk formed on my face as she glared at me.My dick twitched as she took a defiant pose in front of me with her arms folded. Her beauty was somehow enhanced when she was angry.She was still fully clothed, and I hadn't touched her, but already my dick was ready for action.Eager to get to business, I nodded to Butch for him to take his leave. Getting my non-verbal message, Butch gave a nod of assent and retreated outside. With my father still going strong in his tirade, I turned to the only other person in the room: Julie.“Ce sera tout. Tu devrais y aller maintenant, Julie
ELAINEThe hard oak of the office table was digging into my chest. Still, I could care less about the discomfort because Giovanni was pounding into my core from behind and releasing wave after wave of pleasure.I tried to keep my moans inside, but it felt so good I had no control over them, and they slipped through my clenched mouth.My body proved to be forever traitorous as it enjoyed everything Giovanni to me, even when deep down, that's the last thing I wanted.A tear involuntarily slid down my face as I moaned when Giovanni thrust deeply. Deep in his pleasure, he muttered a few words I couldn't catch but sounded Italian.My mind repeated what he said earlier as I sniffled back the rest of the tears.He’d called me a worthless little thing and told me that besides Lia and Adrian, I had no one in this world.The fact that there was nothing but truth in those words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I had to bite my tongue to keep the sob in my throat.Unfortunately, I was too slow,
ELAINEIt was now dark—the day had long since turned to evening.As Giovanni had said, a lady did come to the mansion—she introduced herself as Ava, my personal stylist—and we went on a shopping spree with Giovanni’s black Amex. And it wasn't the cheap stuff we got.With Ava doing the actual shopping and me acting as her footman, she piled on dozens of designer dresses, skirts, and blouses for me to try.By the time I was done trying on the clothes and she’d selected the ones she thought flattered me, I was exhausted. When they rang up our bill, I had to stop my jaw from dropping at the exorbitant price. Never in all my years had I spent six figures on clothes, which led me to wonder what Giovanni's endgame was.Why was he spending so much on me when I owed him? This whole arrangement was to pay off a large sum of money, not accumulate it. Why did he care that I looked nice at this ball?The contradicting thoughts created such dissonance I began to feel weird. And then I realized he p
GIOVANNI“It’s quite pleasing to see the turnout for this event, don’t you think, Mr. Enrico?”This came from André Cassini, the host of this event and the head of the Cassini Mafia family. He was a tall, greedy man with thinning gray hair and spoke with a thin voice that grated on my nerves. If he wasn't already my enemy from holding onto a territory I wanted, his voice alone was enough to put him on my wrong side.Elaine, André, his wife Marie, and I were standing to the side of the boisterous party, having a conversation.“Of course, Mr. Cassini,” I agreed, forcing my lips into a friendly smile I didn't remotely feel. I took a sip of whiskey from the glass in my hand. I tried not to show how much I wanted to shoot him and his wrinkly wife, who carried the distinct smell of mothballs, even though it was apparent she’d over-sprayed her perfume to cover it up.I wondered why I hadn't just sent one of my men on this scouting mission instead of coming myself.“Who doesn't like a good pa
ELAINEMy mind was whirring as I flushed the toilet and stepped out of the stall.Stepping up to the gleaming blue sink, I turned on the water and thrust my hand into the cold stream to calm my racing head.It had been a very hectic evening, and to say I was tired was the understatement of the year.I couldn't believe I had to go back to the party when all I wanted to do was hop in the first car that’d take me back to Giovanni's mansion and my bed. Even though the mansion was its own special brand of misery, at least in my room, it was quiet.Turning off the water, I gripped the sink to steady my raging nerves.I knew I was being naïve, but I hadn’t expected the ball to be filled with the same caliber of people my father associated with. It was stupid, but I thought Giovanni had been invited to a normal ball for charity, a fundraiser, or something equally benign.But no. I was thrust into another hellhole filled with people who reminded me of my father for the sole purpose of being so
GIOVANNIFury and rage were the only emotions I could feel.My anger was reminiscent of a volcano as it bubbled and raged in my chest, threatening to lash out at anything in my line of sight.I was in my Jeep with an unconscious Elaine lying across my lap. She looked so small and vulnerable in her beautiful black dress with my water-soaked white handkerchief pressed against her blood-splattered forehead. Her eyes were closed like she was merely asleep.As the car raced back to the banquet hall, I fumed uncontrollably at what she’d been reduced to.While the car zoomed at breakneck speed to reach our destination, I recounted how I first noticed her missing.I watched as André stretched his hand out for his wife as an invitation to dance. Marie giggled like a schoolgirl and accepted her husband’s hand.They left in the direction of the dance floor, and I was finally blissfully alone.With nothing else to do, I turned to one of my favorite pastimes: alcohol.At the bar, I ordered another