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PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Pretty. Pretty, Pretty Peaches." I let my fingers gently move across the screen on her latest picture I had. My Peaches was the prettiest woman in my world and in every other world that could exist. This pretty brown hair, her brows, pretty nose and pursed lips. Her face couldn't conceal how innocent she still was and I doubted if she ever wanted to conceal that. She was always happy being this innocent, pretty woman. I glanced at the time, retracting my fingers from her picture. 8:31pm. A knock came on the door of the study at that same time and I knew exactly who it was at the door. I clicked a button on the remote and the door opened with a beep. Few seconds later, Trisha walked in and stopped just before my desk. "Here it is, boss." she dropped a small ziploc bag on the table. I narrowed my eyes at the ziploc bag, a scowl forming on my face. "Used?" I asked the same question I always asked whenever it was brought to me. "Yes, she was wearing it today." Trisha confirmed. "Hmm. Good." I reached for the ziploc bag, picked it and held it up staring at the blue hairband in it. When I raised my gaze from it, Trisha was still standing in front of me. "Why are you still here?" "I finally found a way to get her to use the site." Those words piqued my interest and I dropped the ziploc bag to a side. "How?" The one word left my throat hoarsely. "She told me her Aunt got into some debt. She needs two hundred thousand and I immediately referred her to the site. I have sent the link to her already, boss." "Hmm." I leaned back into my chair, pushing back a little. "You may leave. Ask Matthias to triple your usual." "Thank you so much" a grin spread her lips before she hurried out of the study. "So you are finally going to walk right into my arms, Peaches." I reached for the mouse and opened up the site. Different profiles of different men and women popped up but behind all of those profiles was one person. Me. No matter who Peaches chose to chat with, she would find herself entangled with me. I grabbed the ziploc bag, opened it and pulled out the hairband. I lifted it to my nostrils and the mere scent of it was intoxicating. It was a scent I would very willingly drown in, a scent I badly wanted to breathe in from her body itself while I sit her down on my cock and... "Fuck" I cursed, jaw clenching as I felt my cock start to harden. What would her moans be like? Soft? Shaky? And her whimpers? Fucking hell. To hold her down full of my cock while she quivered and shook with want would be a fucking blessing. I moved a hand to my zipper and pulled it down, her hairband in between my teeth while I freed my cock from the restraints of my trousers. I took the hairband and my breath hitched as I rolled it down my cock, very slowly until it got to the base of my cock. "Unghhh." the moan came from deep down my throat. No matter how many fucking times I did this, it could never stop exciting the hell out of me. My cock throbbed as I wrapped a hand around it and began to jerk off, my gaze on the screens in front of me. When was she going to send the message? Was Peaches, naive and innocent going to change her mind and decide against it? "Hmm..." I rolled the hairband up and rolled it back down my cock, the soft material of it embracing my cock warmly. Her hands would feel better, her mouth would be even way better and her pussy... "Oh fuck, her pussy." I gritted the words out, my hands now working a bit faster, rolling the hairband up and down the length of my cock. Her pussy, wet and tight against my cock. To fill her sweet cunt up and make her truly mine. To be deep inside of her while I tell her how she has always been mine and how she would always be mine only. I looked down at the hairband. Cute and wrapped around my hard cock. I moved my thumb across the head of my cock, swiping the pre cum over to my cock and using it as more lube. I pulled closer to my desk, a hand holding onto the desk while my other hand worked furiously on my cock now. My eyes were now intent on the screen, waiting, hoping for that one message to drop. "Aarh... I need you, Peaches." I groaned, leaking more precum down my hard and now throbbing cock. The veins bulged down the length of my cock, the hairband situated right before my balls, at the base of my cock. "I fucking need you like I have always done... Fuck!" I gritted my teeth. Nothing, no one could ever satisfy me as much as Peaches would. She was the very bane of my fucking existence and she had no idea. She had no clue about the power she held over me and the ones I held over her. This wasn't a mere obsession. It was more, fucking more just like I needed more from her than the hairbands. I needed every bit of her body. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close for you Peaches." I shut my eyes, letting the image of her build in my head while my breathing got heavier and quicker. Her face, her body, the way she moved in every clip of her I had laid my hands on. Every single thing about Peaches pulled me in a way nothing else could ever. "I'm going to cum for you..." I grunted, my jaws clenching with the pleasure. Faster. Quicker. I was almost there. I was going to stain this cute hairband with my cum just like several of her hairbands. "I'm going to cum for you, Peaches..." It was at that moment that a beep came and I forced my shut eyes open. A message on the site. She did it. My Peaches sent the fucking message. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I threw my head back and came hard, letting out a deep moan as my cum shot all my hand, the hairband and my lower stomach. "Fuck! Fuck!" I gritted my teeth from the brain shutting pleasure. Getting a message from her while I was at my peak was everything. I pulled out a tissue, cleaning cum off my hand. My cock was still hard, the band still on it while it throbbed sensitively. I took my gaze to the screen. 'Hello, I am Caily.' the message read. I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smile. Hello Caily, I am Pietro Giacometti and you belong to me.(THE PAST)CAILY GALILEO Everyone says Pietro is a monster. Everyone here stays away from him and even my father tells me to stay away from Pietro but I can't because I don't see Pietro as a monster. Pietro is nice to me and he protects me. I would definitely have been bullied several times by the other children if it wasn't for him. It was also because of Pietro that I could attend the expensive school I was attending. My father had intended to refuse the favour but Pietro had ensured that we took it and I was more than elated to be able to go to such an expensive school. It wasn't all rosy there at first but with Pietro, everything had been settled very easily. But I wouldn't deny the fact that Pietro can be a little violent. This morning, I had been so scared when he stabbed Journie. I don't like it when Pietro gets violent but I know he would change. I believe everyone in the world can change and this negative part of Pietro can definitely change. "Here. What are you thinki
(THE PAST) PIETRO GIACOMETTI Something was wrong today. There were a lot of things I could be mistaken about but there was not a thing about Caily that I could be mistaken about. She had stepped out at exactly the time she was supposed to, she had given me those same bright smiles, she had grabbed my arm excitedly, a huge grin on her face but something wasn’t right about those smiles and about the way she grabbed my arm. Those smiles had seemed forced and her eyes had not been as bright as they always were. And the way she had grabbed my arm? And she had grabbed my arms too firmly, like she needed me to protect her urgently. “Something happened. What happened?” I questioned, my brows tightly knitted together. “Happened?” She knitted her brows too, in confusion. Feigned confusion. “Peaches, who messed with you?” I reached for her hand and held one. For a second, vulnerability flashed in her eyes but it was gone the next second, replaced by happiness and brightness. FAKE. “No
(THE PRESENT)CAILY GALILEO‘Was this right?’ That was the question I had been asking myself all day. I had visited the site through the link Trisha sent me last night and after scrolling through and shying away from what I was there to do for about an hour, I had finally sent a message.But I had grown anxious the moment I sent the message and so I had hurriedly dropped my phone and gone off to sleep right after. All throughout the day, I had not visited the site to check if I had gotten a response from the person I sent the message to. It felt wrong to do it. Felt wrong to have sent the message and it felt wrong to be hoping I get replied. The ringing of my phone made me look away from my screen; the data entry. It was Dylan, my boyfriend calling. I felt my body tense a bit, wondering over again what Dylan would think if he ever found out I was about doing this. He'd feel cheated on, wouldn't he?I picked my phone up, got on my feet and walked away from the office to avoid bother
THE PASTPIETRO GIACOMETTIHer window was open and I was standing right outside, leaning against the tree by her window side and gently twirling the knife in my hands. I had been here for about two hours already but no one had approached the house or her room. The tree I was standing underneath was quite shady and in the darkness of the night, I could not be noticed by anyone so there was no way the bastard had noticed me and decided not to come closer.The night was cold, awfully cold and I had to rub my palms together regularly to create a little bit of heat. I could choose go to my room, grab some thick clothes and get back here but a lot could happen in those few minutes and I wasn’t going to not protect what belonged to me over a cold night.Another hour passed and the cold night was starting to be more than just a cold night. There was a little drizzle of rain but not even that could deter me. I was going to spend every hour of every night here until I get the bastard.There wa
THE PRESENT CAILY GALILEO My heart was pounding and I was nervous. Very nervous. I was going to make a stranger cum over a phone and I had zero idea about what to do! I had never even made anyone cum before! With that realisation striking me, I quickly tried to search for how to phone sex but before the results could load, a call had already popped in. I swallowed, feeling small beads of sweats find their way to my forehead. My most asked question of the day popped into my brain yet again. 'WAS THIS RIGHT?' I cleared my throat and let out a soft ‘hello’ before actually picking the call. I was shaking a foot terribly now and my palms were very sweaty. “Hey beautiful.” His voice. His voice was all it took for me to stop shaking my foot in nervousness. A small blush reddened my cheek as I stared at the wall with slightly widened eyes. Why was his voice so… so hot and attractive? His voice sounded so deep and… “Hello.” I said back to him softly, reminding myself that this was
THE PAST CAILY GALILEO I should have believed it when the others said it. I should have listened when I was told that Pietro was a monster. I should have chosen to be friends with the others and stick by their bullying instead of believing for a second that Pietro was human. He wasn't human. He was the farthest thing from being human. The tears rolled down non stop and I had given up on brushing those tears away. They wouldn't stop anyway, no matter how many times I did so. I only needed the image of that monster stabbing my father to appear in my head and the tears would start pouring all over again. "It's alright, Caily. Wipe your tears." Mr. Giacometti's voice filled my ears and I sat up, adjusting myself on the couch. "I have called for your Aunt and she will be here to pick you up soon." He added as he walked up to me and handed a cup of hot chocolate to me. "I have gotten to know from watching Pietro buy loads of chocolates that you fancy chocolates a lot" he said and I
THE PRESENT CAILY GALILEO "That wasn't me. That could not have been me. That could not have been me acting on my own will. It was for the money. Not for myself." I whispered to myself as I stared wide eyed at the ceiling. But no matter how much I said those words to myself, I could not deny the reality that it had been me. That I had been the one who touched myself to the voice of a stranger and that I had actually liked it. I had started for the money but midway, somehow, someway, I had forgotten about the money and totally lost myself in the... "Oh please shut up!" I shut off the thoughts in my head, sitting up on my bed and kicking the duvet off my body. Liked it? Liked it? I did it because I needed the money but had I really liked it? I got out of bed and moved towards my closet. My body... My body had liked it, the way my fingers trailed my body while I pictured manly, strong hands touching me. His voice soothing my ears and setting my body on a type of fire I ha
THE PAST PIETRO GIACOMETTI "I hate you. Read my lips… I hate you so much and I will never ever... never forgive you!” Those words, that teary face stained with blood from me holding her face, that sadness and anger, that hatred. All that kept me up the entire night. She had said all those words to me and she had called me a monster. My Peaches had looked at me and she had seen a monster. She had not seen that human she always wanted to be around, she had not seen a man who would always be standing by her side. All she had seen was a monster she wanted to flee away from. And I should let her. I should let Caily run far away from me so that I would never have to see her in tears like that again. I should let her go away from me so that this obsession for her, this need for her could at least die down but I could not. I could not let her run away from me because my need for her could never die down. She would come to understand my actions and she would take back her words about
CAILY GALILEO I was lying in Pietro's arms in my bed. He was holding onto me firmly like he was scared I would push honour of the room the moment he let goof me. The medical personnel had come over and had taken care of my cut. Pietro's stab wound had also been taken care of, although I still could not get my heart to stop aching over it or get over the worry. Pietro pressed his lips to my forehead, planting a kiss there. An action that made me snuggle even closer to him, careful not to press my body to his injured though.His finger played lightly with the tip of my hair. "Pietro" I mumbled his name softly, my head on his chest, listening to the pound of his heart. "Hmm?" I liked the vibration that came from his chest as he urged me to go on with my words. I snuggled up with him even more and swallowed before starting. We had to talk about what happened today. We had to talk about everything that brought about today's incidents because only then would we avoid another situation
CAILY GALILEO PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Fuck! Fine, I will stay away but let me see that you are fine first, Peaches!" I groaned before kicking the door in my frustration. "No" her voice, soft and yet determined tormented me. I knew she was hurt. Something had broken and I just knew Caily had hurt herself, not intentionally but she was hurt and I could not leave her be while she was hurt. What the hell would I do if she didn't get the cut treated quickly? What would I do if it turned into something more? What the fuck would I do if I had to see her in pains? "I am not going anywhere until you open the door and I see that you are fine and you know it, Peaches.""Then be there. Stay right there" There was the hint of pain in her voice and I hated it. In this situation, I could almost not fucking believe that I loved hearing others in pain. Hearing her in pain tortured me and I kicked the door in desperation. I ran a hand through my hair. I had ensured that Peaches room had the best se
CAILY GALILEO I redialed the contact, heart pounding even more. Anne had not picked the call at the first dial but this time she picked it up on the third ring. "Hello," I said into the phone immediately the call was picked. "Caily." her voice was slightly shaky, clearly infused with fear. "Hi, how... How have you been doing?" I tried to start up simply. "Very well." She replied but her voice didn't sound like she had been doing very well before I called. "Are you alright? You sound a little..." "I am fine. Very fine." she cut me off, her words hurried. "I was doing something so if there's nothing urgent, maybe we can talk later" She added and it was so obvious she had intentionally avoided my first call. "There is!" I quickly said. "I have a question. Is Mr. Trien still coming to work? When last did you see him?" I asked before she could end the call. The other end of the lie went quiet for the next few seconds and I had to check the phone screen to be sure the call
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I CAN'T.I can't lose her again. I have lost Caily once before and I had to stay nine fucking years without her. That could not happen again. I ran a hand through my hair, pulling it back with a quite strong grip. My breathing was irregular and I was feeling a whole lot of fucking awful feeling all at the same time. Regrets. I should not have let that bastard live! I had let him live eventually because of Caily, because I didn't want this to fucking happen. Because I was trying to put a leash on myself for her but this is what happens when I try to leash myself. Regrets! Fuck! I should have killed him, killed the bastard who had come for him too. But the regret wasn't what hurt the most. It was this almost fucking familiar feeling of loss. I hated the feeling so fucking badly that I just wanted to pull at my own heart and fucking rip it out to stop this maddening ache. Yet, I wanted that ache. In fact, I wanted my heart to ache even more because I had hurt her ag
CAILY GALILEO My heart pounded hard as I waited for Dylan's next words, for what he had to say about Pietro. Hoping, desperately hoping that he was about to tell me that Pietro had saved him from that place he thought he would not be able to survive. Hoping even when I knew fully well that hope could not be true. That Pietro could never save Dylan from anything. "He kidnapped me and... And he... he tortured me." The dress in my hand dropped to the floor immediately as I felt a bang in my head with those words from Dylan. "Wh... What do you mean by that?" I stuttered out."I told you, Caily. That he is an evil person. I told you Pietro Giacometti is not human and he has no humane feelings or emotions in him. He kidnapped me, Caily and I almost died. I really thought I was going to die.""Pi... Pietro kidnapped you?" I asked the question even though it had clearly been confirmed just now. "Kidnapped was the least painful of what I went through. I was stabbed. My legs..." His voice
CAILY GALILEO Lips pressed to my forehead as I slowly stirred awake. "Hmm " I grumbled as I moved a hand to my eyes and rubbed lightly on it before fluttering my eyes open. "You are awake," Pietro whispered, looking into my eyes before kissing the tip of my nose. I closed my eyes for a short second before nodding and reopening my eyes. His gaze was mine. "Oh god, don't tell me you are thinking of..." I started. Pietro chuckled, a heartwarming sound coming from him and I could feel my heart rate pick up. He put a hand to my face, cupping it gently. "I love your eyes. They are beautiful and that's why I am staring, not cause I want to fuck you. I do want to fuck you but yeah, we can take a break for a tiny while." He caressed my cheek gently and leaned in a little bit more to kiss my jawline and then my neck. He pulled back up to look at me and moved his hand to my hair, gently patting it. "Let's go on a date tonight, what do you say?" He asked and my heart picked up
Journie tapped slowly on his table. A combined act of impatience and control. He was impatient, gravely so but he was hell bent on keeping his impatience controlled. His face was twisted into a small frown as his gaze fixed onto the door. A knock came and Journie's frown lines vanished as his face smoothened into a calm look. "Come in." He said, his voice still having a hint of impatience that he immediately sought to get rid of by clearing his throat while the door opened, his female guest walking into the office. "Trisha." "Good day" Trisha smiled back at him, a tight smile as she walked up to the desk. "May I?""Sure, sure. You absolutely may."Trisha pulled the chair and sat down opposite Journie. "You said you had business for me.""Oh yes, I do. I did some checks on you and I found out that you recently worked for Pietro Giacometti"Trisha's body tensed a little bit at the mention of the name. "And? Why are you running checks on me?" She questioned. "It's nothing big. J
CAILY GALILEO HE WAS RIGHT.Pietro was right that the most appealing option is not always the best option because as he dropped me into a room I had not entered into for over a week, I knew I was going to be crazy very soon. Into the red room. Pietro dropped me on the bed. I was still in the ripped sleep wear, legs betraying my once upon a time ability to work. "Spread your legs, Peaches" His deep voice came and my legs, the same ones that betrayed me obeyed him instantly and my legs immediately parted wide. "You have a very pretty pussy, carino. Every inch of you is so pretty. Every bit of you is such a beauty that overwhelms my being." His fingers trailed my thighs lightly and I swallowed hard as his fingers moved closer to my sensitive, twitching pussy. I sucked in a deep breath as his fingers got very close to my slit. "How about I make you cum on my face? Have your pussy on my face and make you grind this sweet cunt on my face. Tongue fuck your pussy and rub your clit. How
CAILY GALILEOPietro grabbed me by the waist while I still shivered in the light of my climax. He pulled himself to sit up against the headboard and pulled my head to his, kissing me. A soft moan left me into the kiss as I kissed him back, my hands on his broad shoulders. I gasped as two fingers thrusted into my still squelching pussy. My lips shook against his, as the kiss turned less deep. He brushed his lips against mine, his other hand moving up my back so slowly and so slightly that it kept me quivering and then all at once, his hand reached into my hair and he grabbed it."Aahhh" my breath was shaky, his grip firm in my hair. "Red." He said the words and my brows pulled together a bit, confused before a thrust of his fingers in my pussy set my brows on another expression. "That's your safe word. You might be needing it."A safe word. What... What was he planning to do to me? "What's your safe word?" He pulled at my hair and a whimper left my lip."Red" I gasped out. "Good.