CAILY GALILEO
It was 1pm but I still had not gotten out of bed. Clad in another shirt belonging to Pietro but this time, in my own room, I could not get out of bed.
I had tried about an hour earlier but my trembling legs had been too obvious and so I had just given up and decided to remain right here in bed.
My head didn’t ache like I thought it would with the thoughts of self guilt, shame, embarrassment and all.
Far from it, I felt a little bit at peace and if there was anything that didn’t give me as much peace, it was Pietro’s adamance on me telling him I loved him before he could fuck me.
I didn’t love him and I didn’t want to ever have to love him but I loved his body and I loved his cock…
Heavens….
Just thinking about his cock, hard, throbbing in my mouth and throat, the musky scent of it, the way it smacked my face and the way it rubbed my pussy made me almost want to touch myself right now, regardless of how fucking sore my pussy was.
“Oh please!” I shook my head lightly, a grumble and a pout on my face.
There were just four days more to the end of the contract and hearing that made my stomach twist. Twist in what sort of emotion? I didn’t really know.
Did I want to go back home? Or did I… even slightly, by any chance want to stay back here for a little while longer?
“Of course not!” I smacked my head.
I was not going to stay here longer than my contract term dictated. Once it was over, it was over.
“But I want him… I want Pietro’s cock in me before I leave. I… I want him to do to my body those things he tells me.” I moved a hand down my body gently, willing my hand to not go down to my pussy but it just wouldn’t listen to me.
“I want him to fuck me hard, like he says he would. To rip off my sleep wear and fuck me in the… torn dress…”
And there he was, not wanting to fuck me until I admitted that I belonged to him. Without admitting that I belonged to him, Pietro was already this crazy over me. How in the world would he be if I ever said those words he wanted to so much hear?
How much possessive and obsessive would Pietro be over me if I told him my entire being belonged to him, if I told him I was made just to be his?
My finger teased my clit and I bit down on my lower lip.
In a week and a few days, Pietro had succeeded in turning me into this entirely new version of me. If I ever waited here for a day over my two weeks, it would be no surprise if I actually fall for him.
‘You speak like you really are not in love with him. You speak like you truly do not know that you have always loved Pietro.’ A voice suddenly popped in my head and I stilled my hands.
“No!” I shook my head, moving my hand away from my pussy.
“I have never loved Pietro and I am never loving him” I shook my head even more, even as the voice reminded me of how I had looked up at him and had seen him in the light of stars.
‘You will regret not admitting your true feelings earlier, Caily.’ The voice popped in again but I rebuked it.
There were no true feelings anywhere to admit and I was not going to regret anything. There were only going to be regrets if I get ahead of myself and allow myself be owned by Pietro.
Yet, I was a little curious. How would it feel to be completely his? To completely belong to a man like Pietro?
The Next Day
Pietro had not been at home throughout yesterday. No matter how long I remained in my room, I had gotten nothing from him, no information, no message, no calls.
At a point, I had decided to go to his room to see him but he had not been there and that was when I realise that he had not been around all day. Wherever he had gone to, I had no idea. And for the next few hours after, I had contemplated calling him or not but I had eventually gone off to sleep.
“Do you need anything else, Miss?”
“No. I don’t think I need anything else. Thank you.” I smiled lightly.
“I will take my leave now, then.”
“Uhm… may I ask you a question?” I asked and she turned fully to look at me.
“I will try my best to answer.”
“Do you have an idea where Pietro has been since yesterday?” I asked.
“I am sorry ma but I am just a worker and so do not have access to such information.” she replied and I bit down on my lower lip, mentally calling myself stupid to have asked her the question. How would she know where Pietro had been off to?
“I have another question that I think you might be able to answer.” I mumbled.
“Sure. Please ask.” She prompted.
“Has… Pietro, since you have been working here, have you ever seen him bring home any other woman?” I found myself asking. It was such a weird question to ask but yet I was asking such.
“No ma’am. I have been working here for about three years and you are the first woman who has ever stayed here overnight.” She replied and I felt a small swell in my heart. Perhaps not a very small one. Perhaps it was a little bigger than a small swell.
“Oh, thank you then.” I whispered, a small smile on my lips.
“You are more than welcome ma’am.” she smiled at me but didn’t leave.
“Also, it’s very obvious that he is very much in love with you. Everyone with eyes knows that and he has been in a fairly good mood since you have been here. We… I hope I do not sound too bold but we all really hope you keep staying here.”
“I… I might have to leave soon though. ” I said and I watched as her face evidently fell.
“We… We will miss you a…”
The door opened at that moment, cutting her off and Pietro walked in. I felt my heart do a flip as he walked in.
Hair ruffled, eyebags and a tired look on his face, with a lazy look in his eyes.
“I will take my leave now.” she rambled and began hurrying out.
“Good day Mr….”
Pietro held up a hand and she stopped the greeting quickly and hurried out right after.
That was what Pietro did to others. He scared them.
“Pietro.” I called his name, getting up from the couch.
He walked straight up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug.
He buried his face on my shoulders and breathed in deeply. Worry etched on my brows at his sudden action.
“Pietro,” I called his name again, softer this time.
“Are you fine?” I asked and he just groaned softly, holding me tighter to his body.
“Pietro? Are you okay? Did something happen?” I asked but he just snuggled closer to me.
“Nothing happened to me.” he pressed his lips to my shoulder in a small kiss.
“I am fine. I just fucking missed you.”
I held back a small smile and reached my hands around him slowly. Gently, I let my hand down to his back and patted him.
He let out a small groan of satisfaction which equally satisfied me.
“Where did you go off to?” I asked softly, a hand still patting his back.
“I had to deal with a few things. Those petty bastards can’t handle the real tasks. Not even Finn can handle it.” he groaned.
“What real tasks are those?” I whispered but he just fell silent.
His big hands rubbed my back as if he was trying to feel more of me. I shut my eyes and just patted him gently.
After a few more seconds, Pietro pulled back.
“How did you sleep without me?” He questioned and I shot him a look.
“I slept perfectly. Again, I am not in love with you so I can sleep perfectly well without you.” I said, still finding it a point to let him know that no matter what happened between us, I was not in love with him and I would probably never be in love with him as well.
“AHH, I see you still think so” He moved to my bedside table and poured himself a glass of water.
I watched him as he drank from the glass, dropped it and rolled back his sleeves.
“I still think so because it is the truth” I said firmly.
“Right. The truth.” he said, a hint of sarcasm clearly evident in his tone.