Elio

I wake up with difficulty.

        

        I haven't slept so well for so long. I don't know how long ago it was.

        

        I feel so good that a smile immediately appears on my lips.

        

        I know he is there, next to me.

        

        I turn around to snuggle up to him and breathe in his scent.

        

        I can feel his muscles on the fingers of my skin.

        

        However, he doesn't know how to act and remains perfectly still.

        

        Elio.

        

        My Elio is here.

        

        I let my fingers slip between the curly hairs of his chest while I put a leg around his waist.

        

        I know this is wrong.

        

        My body only acts on instinct.

        

        As far as I can remember, I have always loved Elio.

        

        That's why the picture of the man putting his lips on mine is nothing but a mistake.

        

        I could never be intimate with another man. Not because the opportunities never presented themselves but because none can make my heart beat the way Elio does.

        

        I have to leave.

        

        I can't help but sigh as I feel his hands slide down my thigh and back.

        

        He's testing my limits just as he's testing his limits.

        

        I don't push him away.

        

        I could do that for three years because I ran away from home. I could never push him away face to face. I can't do it.

        

        Elio had the nobility of spirit to let me live the way I wanted to for those three years.

        

        I needed to be alone. I needed to rebuild myself and forgive.

        

        I know he was always there.

        

        I know he will carry his crimes for the rest of his life, as I carry mine.

        

        During those three years away from him, I could see his reflection or his silhouette from time to time. Sometimes I could even smell his scent outside my front door.

        

        He was just waiting, looking at me, hidden until I finally agreed to come back to him.

        

        I know that Santo would never have come looking for me if I hadn't made the mistake of letting that man kiss me.

        

        The more I think about it, the more I tell myself I must have let it happen on purpose. I must have wanted to provoke Elio without a doubt.

        

        But he wasn't the one who came looking for me.

The Family took care of it for him.

        

        I pull my leg away from his waist and turn to face him. I close my eyes again, lulled by the smell of his perfume against my skin.

        

        Elio wraps his arms around me and starts kissing my neck. I can feel his erection against the hollow of my loins.

        

        I let his hands slide under the shirt he had put on me last night. I don't say anything either as his fingers explore between my legs.

        

        "Amore Mio..." he whispers against my neck.

        

        I shiver just at the sound of his voice. I lift an arm behind me to rest my hand on the back of his head and guide him to my lips.

        

        Ah.

        

        Happiness on earth.

        

        Elio kisses me passionately, and I turn to him again to facilitate his access to my lips.

        

        The light passes delicately through the curtains of the room.

        

        I can finally see him and still feel the tears running down my cheeks.

        

        His navy blue eyes seem almost black under the absence of solid light. He is wearing a white shirt simply buttoned on the bottom and black pants.

        

        "This is new," I state almost in a whisper while running my fingers through the thick beard he has allowed to grow.

        

        "Do you like it?" he whispers as he leans in to kiss me again. "If I had known you were coming, I would have shaved."

        

        I nod and return his kiss for a kiss. "I like it," I tell him for all answers. My body and soul awaken under his caresses. "Elio... please."

        

        "Cosa vuoi, Amore mio?" (what do you want, my Love?)

        

        "Voglio Te" (I want you), I confess to him half-heartedly. I groan with pleasure as I feel one of his fingers inside me. I am forced to close my eyes to appreciate even more the sensation of his presence in my belly. "Yes," I almost start to sing as he adds a second one.

        

        I feel the orgasm rising and quickly release my hand from my crotch to push him onto his back.

        

        Elio tenderly places a hand on the top of my head. He knows exactly what I plan to do and helps me remove his pants and the boxers he's wearing.

        

        I come and kneel between his legs, but I can't help but glance at his right leg.

        

        Elio grabs my jaw and bends down to kiss me.

        

        I grab his member with both hands as he continues to kiss me, and I slowly move up and down.

        

        I finally leave his lips to continue to place kisses on his chest. I follow an invisible line on his stomach.

        

        Elio groans and clutches his fingers in my hair as I take him fully into my mouth. He guides my head over his member, whispering words of encouragement.

        "Amore Mio... stop," he orders me after a moment.

        

        I immediately stand up and lick my fingers, soaked with my saliva, as I took care of him.

        

        Elio straightens up, leans against the headboard, and pulls me towards him.

        

        I immediately stand over him, and he guides me, one hand on my hip and the other on the base of his member.

        

        I can't even let out a sigh when Elio is already kissing me full on the lips.

"Elio," I beg him again. He knows exactly what I want, just as I know exactly what he wants.

        

        Slap.

        

        The sound of a loud slap rings out, and I finally let out a cry of relief.

        

        The burn on my buttock makes my heart beat. Only Elio has the right to touch me like this. Only he can make me shiver like this.

        

        Elio lifts the bottom of my shirt to remove it and dies on my chest.

        

        "Si," I sing, half delirious by the frantic rhythm he just took.

        

        Elio holds me firmly by the hips and thrusts frantically into me.

        

        He tenses for a moment and freezes. Neither of us dares to move anymore.

        

        So we look at each other, breathless, refusing to put an end to our reunion.

        

        Slowly, Elio lifts me out of the warmth of my belly and guides my hips over him. He slides a little lower on the bed and places me gently against his mouth.

        

        I have to rest both hands on the headboard and bite my lips to keep from screaming out in pleasure. I can feel his fingers' intrusion inside me and his tongue's quick caresses. "Elio..." I call to him when I feel myself on the verge of fainting.

        

        He wraps his arms around me and lays me on my back. I can feel him running the head of his member over my entrance to come to lubricate it again.

        

        I don't want this position. I want him to punish me for leaving, and he knows it.

        

        I quickly put a hand on his chest to push him away and turn on all fours.

        

        I feel Elio's hand press between my shoulder blades, then come and grab my hair. I let my face sink into the fluffy mattress and spread my legs wider.

        

        Slap.

        

        I let out a groan of satisfaction.

        

        Slap.

        

        I swear I could cum right under the spankings he's giving me.

        

        Slap.

        

        "Elio..." I beg him "Voglio te."

        

        I smile until my cheeks hurt as I finally feel him begin to enter me.

        

        He pushes into me so hard that I have to hold on to the sheets. I finally feel alive.

        

        I inhale loudly under each of his intrusions. I breathe. Elio is bringing me back to life.

        

        It's like my heart is finally beating again after three years of being frozen.

        

        I feel him inside me. My skin tingles where he spanked me. My scalp burns and gives me extra chills.

        

        He suddenly pulls out, and I let out a groan of disappointment.

        

        Elio pulls me by the arm and guides me to the oak table in our room. The one facing the window.

        

        I can't help but give him a worried look, and I lean against him for support.

        

        Elio places a kiss on top of my head.

        

        With a quick motion, he tosses the fine lace tablecloth and breaks the desperately empty vase without me to put fresh flowers on it.

        

        He gives me another kiss and turns me to face the space he has just created before me.

        

        He holds my hair with one firm hand and pulls my head back to kiss my neck. His other hand cruelly squeezes my left breast, and I swear he's trying to figure out if my heart is still beating for him.

        

        I place a hand on his hip. I want him inside me.

        

        Elio knows precisely what I want and penetrates me with a sharp movement. I have to stand on my tiptoes to follow his actions. He leans me forward and puts an arm under my belly, so I don't hurt myself on the table's edge.

        

        "Elio..." I start to sing.

He pulls out to turn me quickly onto my back. He places both hands on my throat as he penetrates me again in a frantic rhythm.

        

        I cling to his forearms, still spreading my legs to feel him more profound in my belly.

        

        And I let out a silent scream.

        

        My body and heart tremble as I finally feel him bursting inside me.

        

        Elio's groans rise in the silence of our room as he sprawls over me.

        

        I wrap my arms around his head and play with the strands of his short hair, placing kisses against his temple.

        

        He finally looks at me.

        

        "Mi manchi," he whispers against my lips.

        

        I nod to him and let another tear run down my cheek.

        "I miss you too..."

        

        "Mi manchi ogni secondo che passa," he continues, trying to stifle the emotion in his voice.

        

        I just nod my head as I kiss him again. "...every second that passes."

        

        Elio helps me to my feet. He curtly turns his head to the side as he hears his alarm clock go off. He gives me one of those indecipherable looks characteristic of the men in his Family, then puts his hands behind my neck.

        "Don't go to work," he orders me.

        

        "I am. I'm going to get ready and take care of filling your stomach. And, then, I'll go to work...in the office," I reply as we head to our bathroom. I hurriedly correct my sentence at the end to reassure him.

        

        I can't upset him. Not while he's in the same room as me.

        

        I freeze in place for a few moments when I open the door. All my stuff is still there. God!  

        

        When I finally get out of the shower, Elio enters the marbled room and watches me without saying anything. His eyes feast on my every move and every expression.

         

        I begin to make myself up as he likes. I put on his favorite red, which almost looks like fuchsia pink. I apply the gold iridescent eye shadow, which gives a particular tint to my caramel eyes.

        

        Elio stops my gesture and comes to take the brush to apply himself the far on my eyes.

        

        I never apply makeup outside our bathroom. Elio wouldn't like it if the powder fell on the floor and stained the carpet, and I mustn't make him angry. Not after three years of running away, and especially not today.

        

        I see the scornful look he gives my hands and immediately clenches my fists to try to hide them from his view. I haven't put on any polish. I must always be neat to the end of my nails for Elio.

        

        I smile at him and leave the room to bend over my purse. I pull out a ring box. The one that contains the one that unites me with him. The one that signals to him that I give him all the rights to me and begins to slip it onto my left hand.

        

        Elio stops me and takes the jewel between his fingers to put it on my ring finger.

        

        My heart is pounding.

I feel like the day he proposed to me.

        

        I have to leave. I can't stay any longer.

        

        I don't want to leave. I'm as good as dead without him around.

        

        He puts his arms around my waist and presses his forehead against my shoulder. He starts rocking from one foot to the other, making us dance to a soft melody that only he can hear.

        

        "Sole mio (sun of my life), I must hurry down..." I whisper reluctantly. I want to stay longer in his arms. But, he breaks every one of my resolutions just by touching my skin.

        

        Elio pulls me to the dressing room, and I wait. He has always been the one to choose my clothes, shoes, and jewelry to wear for the day.

        

        I sit quietly on the fluffy couch in the room that serves as our dressing room.

        

        He comes back to me and hands me some fine lingerie and a midnight blue straight dress, like his eyes. Moreover, it falls just under the knees, and the fabric is highly comfortable. The collar is round, and I can hardly see my collarbones' birth. The sleeves hide the top of my shoulders. The waist is perfectly fitted. I don't need to ask if the garment was custom-made for me.

        

        Elio drops to one knee and gently grabs my calf to slip on a pair of white and black python-skin high heels. He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle.

        

        I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it.

        

        "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant.

        

        "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection.

        

        The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

        

        Elio places a kiss on my shoulder and adds gold bracelets to my wrists. I used to call them my gold cuffs in the past laughingly, and it's never been more true today.

        

        He hands me a pair of earrings similar to my pendant. I slip them on while looking at the rubber bands and barrettes I have in front of me.

        

        Elio notices my gaze and places a hand on my throat, so I raise my neck.

        "A low bun. I want to see that necklace and those earrings."

        

        I give him another slight smile and comb my hair.

        

        *

        *

        *

I grab my cell phone with one hand and head down to the kitchen while Elio gets ready.

        

        I start typing on my screen for Henry.

        _I'm not coming into the office to work. Check with accounting about the balance sheets. You have a meeting at nine and another at two. You have lunch with your mother at 12. You gave her a watch for her birthday. She loved it. _

        

        A sincere smile spreads across my lips when her reply comes right after I send my message.

        

       _ Oh my God! The workaholic doesn't come to work! WOMAN! I want details, and they better be juicy!_

        

        I look at my nails for a moment as I answer her. I have to get them manicured. Elio doesn't like that I don't have my nails done.

        

        Shit.

        

        My sick addiction to always wanting to please Elio is coming back in full force.

        

        I have to leave. I can't stay any longer. But Santo holds the only mistake I made in three years in his hands.

        

       _ Nothing juicy. Just a family emergency. Remember to put your schedule online as you go. I'll continue to take care of your schedule. _

        

        "Family emergency" is the code Henry and I agreed on three years ago. He knows I'm close to Elio and that he mustn't move. His safety is at stake... his life.

        

        _ I understand. I'll do this and take the time needed._

        

        I let out a scream as my phone is snatched from my hands.