CAILY GALILEO
Long, harsh fingers grabbed my thighs and spread my open as I gasped softly, opening my eyes at the sudden parting of my legs.
“Look at me.” Pietro ordered, his voice deep and hot just like that other night on the phone. It was that voice that I could not will myself to disobey.
I let out a muffled moan at how firmly he was holding my thighs open, as I looked at him with his face in between my thighs. He kept our gaze locked as he pressed his lips to my thighs, kissing my inner thighs.
I couldn’t help but roll my hips from the sensation as he kissed my inner thighs, looking at me with those piercing eyes of his. My body bucked slightly as I felt his hot and wet tongue circle my thigh in a way that was pleasurable and yet teasing.
Teasing, because my pussy wanted that tongue circling it way more than my thighs could ever want that!
My body tingled and I could feel the moistness of my panties. Each touch of his lips on my thighs made my body tremble and made my nipples so hard that I wanted to pinch them and moan out his name shamelessly.
“Hmm, you are quite wet. Your mouth says you hate me but the lips down here say quite the opposite…” His raspy voice said to me.
“No… No, I… I don’t like…”
I put a hand over my face, unable to handle the shameful pleasure I was feeling from this.
“Get your hands off your face and look at me.” His voice was authoritative, clearly giving no chance to be disobeyed.
I pulled my hands off my face with a soft ‘whimpery’ moan of his name as he licked my pussy through my moist panties.
“Aaah… Pietro.” my moan was drawled as I arched my back and immediately moved a hand into his hair. I had never felt this before and…
“But I love you.” All of a sudden, that night flashed in front of me. Covered in blood, desperate eyes, shaky bloody fingers, lips mumbling those dreadfully lovely words.
“I love you, Caily and I was only waiting for you to become an adult…”
“Stop! Stop!”
*
“Stop!” I gasped out loud as I roused from my sleep, shooting up to a sitting position immediately.
I was breathing heavily, breathing in and letting out big puffs of oxygen. My shoulders heaved with every deep breath I took as I tried to recover from the nightmare that I had just had.
Nightmare. Yes, that was what that had been. That was the only word to possibly term such.
I gulped down hard and slowly moved my gaze to between my legs. Even without the sheets off or looking in between my legs, I knew the sensation in between my legs. A sensation that made me feel dirty and shameful.
What was wrong with me? What just happened to me? How in the world did I dream about… About that again?
“What exactly is wrong with you, Caily?” I scolded myself, a small hit to the back of my head.
How could I have had such a dream about Pietro?
Yes, he was all that had occupied my head until sleep had eventually taken over but not in a good way of course. I, in fact had been determined not to fall asleep at all in the home of such a man but I had eventually succumbed to sleep after all, how much could I refuse the allure of such beautiful and comfy bed?
I palmed my face and sighed softly. I shut my eyes tightly but opened it right back as the image of him having his head in between my legs flashed in my head over again.
When last had I had these kind of dreams? It had to be about five years ago. I had been on my ovulation period and had somehow stumbled upon the thoughts of Pietro and when I had fallen asleep eventually? It was just to dream about him doing… doing, dirty unspeakable things to me. The dreams had lasted for a few more nights but I had eventually being able to stop having them and the guilt slowly faded away. But now it was back and quite in the full force of it.
“It happened. Get over it. You are an adult!” I scolded myself, throwing the sheets off.
It wasn’t my fault this had happened. Actually, it was my fault that it had happened but then I had had no control over it whatsoever. The dreams had come, I wasn’t thinking about Pietro doing… Doing those stuffs to me when I was about to fall asleep so it wasn’t entirely my fault, was it? It was partly my fault and the other part of the fault had to go nature.
I got out of my bed, determined not to let this dream bother me way more than it should. I would forget about the dream and try my best to have a normal day.
My thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of a device on my bedside table. My lips pouted in slight confusion as n picked up the device that had a message for me.
“I’ll be looking forward to our first session tonight, Peaches.”
My slight confusion turned into anger and irritation at the sight of the message. I dropped the device and grabbed my phone which laid just right beside it.
If all of this, if this entire thing had been Pietro’s plans, that also meant that Trisha had been in on the plans. She had sent me the link to the site, knowing fully well about most of this.
I unlocked my phone and just as expected, Dylan had sent even more messages and left more calls. I was about to ignore both the calls and messages but another call popped in.
I pressed my lips into a thin line, contemplating on picking the call or not. I eventually picked it up.
“Caily?” Worry and concern were dominant in his voice.
“Uh… Hi.” I made sure I sounded so less concerned. I had to end this relationship, regardless. I could not take Dylan back, no matter what. I deserved better and I could have better. I could have a man who would love me healthily and make me feel loved. Not a man who only claimed to live ne.
“Caily, I was so worried about you. I have called and texted a thousand times and I have also been to your home but you weren’t there. Where are you? I am really…”
“Dylan.” I cut him off in a very gentle voice.
“Yes, love?” He answered, his voice equally turning soft.
I raised my head up high, pushing my chest forward a little bit.
“I already sent you a text. This is over. We are over.”
“No, no, Caily.” His voice instantly turned anxious.
“I told you what the issue was before I left the restaurant and I told you that I wouldn’t take a step away if you wanted me to stay back. You… You have me the permission to leave…”
“No, I didn’t.” I whispered the words, trying to build the confidence to reject him completely.
“I gave you the choice to choose me for just one night or choose Kate yet again and you made your very own choice. You chose Kate just like you have always done and I am going to be making my own choice this time around. My choice to be done with this relationship…”
“Caily, please listen to me, I promise you I will do better from now on and I won’t just…”
“Dylan, please, please.” I shut my eyes, feeling my head throb with a dull ache.
“Just direct your promises to the one whom you truly love.”
“And that person is you, Caily. You have to believe me.”
“Love comes in actions, not words. The one you showed those actions towards was Kate, direct your promises to her too. Dylan, I am really tired.” my frustration eventually seeped into my voice, overwhelming the plainness of my earlier tone.
“I don’t want to do this anymore. I am tired of being the third wheel in my own relationship. I am tired if having to beg for the attention. Just… Just let me be. Goodbye, Dylan.”
“Cai…” I ended the call before he could finish speaking.
My heart ached a little as I reached for his contact and blocked him, putting an end to thus phase of my life. I felt free almost instantly but looking to the framed drawing on the wall was a reminder that I was not as free as I thought I was, for a moment.
I was free from Dylan but I was caged by someone worse.
Two weeks. Two weeks and this would all be over.