Bellisima Princessa

Part 5

Ariyah's POV:

I can't tell you how long we stayed standing in the middle of the night, talking. Junior still had not moved. I had no clue if he was out cold, or simply dead. The mysterious man told me that he would take care of it. During the course of our discussion, I finally discovered his name! It was Mariano. The way the r's rolled off of his tongue made me want to savor not only his words, but his mouth as well. His eyes continued to hold me captive, until his deep voice made a statement that brought me back to reality. 

"Bellisima, you cannot go home. Would you like me to get you a hotel at La Eneme?"

I was genuinely afraid. I didn't know if he would abandon me if I refused. "Um, I don't think that would work for me. I have an appointment to meet up with my professor in the morning, and that place is to far away for me to make it there in time. Do you know of another place I could stay at?" 

It wasn't necessarily a lie, as it was true I did have to meet with the professor in the morning, but the real reason as to why I didn't want to stay in a hotel was that I knew I couldn't afford it. Even with the work-study and extra income I had coming in from the bar, it wasn't enough to be able to afford luxury conveniences like hotels at this time. Especially not ones that were as expensive as La Eneme seemed to be. It was almost like Mariano knew this, for his stormy eyes seemed to bear through to my soul. His eyes darkened and his voice gradually deepened as he made a suggestion. 

"Princessa, you cannot go home. I have a room at my house that you can use. Come with me."

I wanted to go, I really did, but I didn't know what kind of trouble I would be stirring up. Especially because the thoughts that were going through my head about being in a bed at his house was stirring up a little bit of trouble down there. I sighed. "I don't think it would be smart to-"

Mariano interrupted me. "Mia bella ragazza, I cannot leave you here alone. I will not leave you here alone. Someone could hurt you, and it will not be me. If I had ill intentions, I would have hurt you by now, don't you think?" He continued to rub my shoulders up and down through his jacket.

"Well yes, but I-" I had no clue what to respond to that. I knew it would have most likely been a bad idea to go, but I also had no where and no one else to go to. I shook my head to rid of any disquieting thoughts, and stared at the cracks that ran through the concrete in the parking lot. Mariano had abandoned his business shoes for some Jordans, and he pulled them off quite well. My train of thought seemed to stray from the situation at hand as I thought about the influx of information I had received today. I began to get overwhelmed, but before I went into a state of panic, Mariano lifted my chin up with his long, thick, fingers. 

"Use your words, baby. What are you feeling?"

He was so good at listening, and was attuned to everything. I slid closer to him as I relinquished my control over my situation. I never had control in the first place, but I did everything I could to make myself feel like I did. I tapped my foot and replied. "I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I've come to terms with my situation. I'll go to your house, but we will have to figure out something later. I can't just take over your house." 

He began to walk with me towards his car. It was when he had opened the door and I began to sit that I remembered. "Wait! My car can't stay here, and what about Junior?"

Mariano's hand touched my bum in what felt like a pat, but I knew was probably just an accident. I would rather not make this situation weird, so I chose not to say anything. If he did do it on purpose though, he succeeded in making me sit in his car. He shut the door and walked around to his side of the car without answering my question. He got in the drivers seat of the car and situated himself. He then put his foot on the brake and his long fingers caressed the gear shift. I was so interested in watching him that it wasn't until he shifted out of park and into drive that I asked yet another question. "Did you hear me?"

Mariano stopped all of his actions and turned to me. His hand went up to my jaw yet again and pulled me forward. The large pad of his thumb grazed my lip as he leaned forward, looking me in the eye. I thought he was going to kiss me, but his lips went towards my ear as he finally answered my question. "There is no need to worry about your car, or that scumbag. His name does not deserve to come out of your delicate mouth, and I will make sure your car is taken care of. You should know you will not have to worry around me by now, Bellisima."

His words make me sit in silence for the rest of the ride. I couldn't tell what he was driving in the dark, but I knew that it was nice. The cold leather felt exquisite on the bad of my hot, clammy thighs. I was almost certain that when I got up, there was going to be a spot of sweat from my legs. How embarrassing. 

By the time we got home, I was in a drive induced sleepy stupor. Mariano patted my leg and said "Sveglia tesoro. We are here."

By now, I was certain that the wet spot might not have only been from sweat. I got out of the car and held on to the hand that was offered to me. I thought Mariano was going to let go, but he walked slightly behind me and put his other hand on my back to guide me. He guided me to a beautiful room, but all that I could appreciate was that it was beautiful because I was so tired. He handed me a shirt and in such a state, I began to undress in front of him. He groaned and said "Oh, tesoro. Sei cosi sexy. Sono già duro. Cosa stai cercando di fare a me?"

He shut the door and went to bed. Still in a sleepy and overwhelmed state, I peeled off my wet shorts and threw them on the floor. I pulled off my shirt and underwear, and pulled on the shirt that Mariano gave me. It smelled like him. No cologne, just him. The smell was so addictive, that all I could do was crawl into bed. As I pulled the covers off, I stepped on my shorts. I wiped my foot off on the carpet, and got into bed.

As I went to bed, I thought of something that almost made me wake up completely. Why was I going to let him kiss me?

And then, I thought of something that did wake me up completely.

My shorts had a large wet spot on them. Directly on my pussy. And worst of all, you could see it from the outside.

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"Bellisima"

"gorgeous"

"Princessa"

"Princess"

"Mia bella ragazza"

"My pretty girl"

"Sveglia tesoro. We are here."

"Wake up treasure. We are here."

"Oh, tesoro. Sei cosi sexy. Sono già duro. Cosa stai cercando di fare a me?"

Oh, treasure. You are so sexy. I'm already hard. What are you trying to do to me?

Alrighty! Here is another chapter! 

Last time I did a question, so today's chapter comes with a quote. 

"I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it." -Rihanna

The next chapter will be posted at 8 comments and 24 reads.

College started today, and I HATE IT. Anyway, carry on.