Elsa
The bed dips and his scent teases my nose. He doesn’t touch me, nor does he speak.
Another few seconds and I crack. “Marcello-”
“Do not speak, Elsa. When I am done speaking you may explain yourself, capisce?”
I press my lips together and wait, feeling like a small child who has disappointed a parent. I don’t like it. Why is he so angry? Why is he humiliating me like this?
“I am not going to explain to you the reason why I am keeping you here, Elsa. I know you are old enough to understand the insecurity you are in as Roberto’s heir. I think you know the kind of danger you put yourself in when you left the estate and roamed your way on the streets of Palermo in the middle night. Terrible things could have happened to you. If Federico had been strategic, he could have killed you that night. I am not going to explain my intentions to you anymore because I am sure you know them but you just love to disobey me, right?”
He shifts restlessly like he is too mad to sit still.
“I only asked for one thing in return. Obedience. Just that. But you want to make seem so big and impossible.”
Oh, shit.
“You can’t expect me to obey your every order, Marcello. I don’t care if there are people who want to kill me. I want to deal with it with my family. I want to go home, ” I blurt out.
Something fierce and frightening shines in his eyes as he closes in, his voice low and tight. “Is that what you want, Elsa? You want it so bad you are willing to risk your life for it!” he ends with a roar, and I shrink back.
Shit. He is beyond mad.
Marcello takes a deep breath like he is struggling to compose himself. When he speaks again, it is at normal volume.
“Why are you so disobedient?”
I swallow, unable to take any more. “Because I don’t like being told what I can and cannot do.”
Marcello nodded as if this was what he expected.
He stares at me, waiting for a reaction. I blurt, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“I know you don’t mean it,” he says. He knows me too well.
“You don’t trust me. I don’t trust you as well, Marcello. I don’t trust you at all,” I tell him.
“I have come to realize that since you would rather die than be here with me,” he says.
“I am still too angry, and I will never touch you in a mood such as this. As much as I want to spank that ass-and I want to very badly-I will never hit you out of anger. Your punishment is to wait. Not tonight,” he says.
My jaw drops open. Was he serious? “What are you going to do to me then? Lock me up in the dungeon?”
“That option has crossed my mind several times and am yet to consider it. But I care too much about your health to make you pass out to death,” he responds. He then turns and starts for the door.
“Wait, that’s it? You’re leaving? Just like that?”
“Yes, Elsa, just like that.” He pauses and glances over his shoulder. “Perhaps this separation will be necessary for both of us.”
“What does that mean?” Is he reconsidering my being here? Well, if so that is fine with me.
So if I don’t care, then why does my chest suddenly feel hollowed out?
“I need to be away from you or I will do something that I might regret. You just know how to always find a way to get on my nerves, Elsa. If you could just let me do my part and be a good girl for once in your life then things would be going smooth for the both of us, but it seems you don’t like it like that. You want to prove to me that you can be as stubborn as possible. If I be here for the next few minutes, my anger will get the best of me and we will both not like the results,” he say, his voice calm. I don’t know exactly how I feel about him not wanting to harm me. He knows well how he is when his angry and I have seen him only once but I think I know well enough.
I swallow the lump in my throat, not above begging for him to reconsider.
The resolution in his expression doesn’t seem to change at all. His features remain hard and implacable, the capo feared by all Sicily.
“Good night, Elsa.”
And with that, he walks out the door. I am still sitting there, dumbfounded,
Instead of banishing me to the dungeon, he’d banished me to my own thoughts. Fuck! It is haunting, to keep wondering what he is going to do.
He could have just spanked me. I would have cried and asked for forgiveness even though we both know I don’t regret escaping. Marcelo would give up trying to make me stay. I won’t stop running away until he lets me go. I can not be here waiting for him to fight all my battles if he is truly fighting them anyway. I don’t trust him. He is keeping me here to protect me but he wants me to be his submissive doll and follow his does and orders as if I have no brain of my own. Not even locking me in the dungeon and whipping me with electric whips can get me to be obedient. I am going to get back my freedom no matter what Marcello does to stop me.
I undo my bra and pull it off. My nipples are so hard after that sensual waiting for Marcello to spank me. I have to admit how my body enjoys his hands on my body. I try massaging them but it is only making matters worse. I pick up the shirt from the floor and throw it back on.