Bellisima Princessa

Part 6

Unknown's POV:

I watched them as they talked throughout the night. I watched as he put his hands on her, as he was finally about to enter her. I watched as it was finally about to go according to plan, until the bastard ran out and saved her. The waiting game could have finally been over, but no. The idiot had to fuck it up AGAIN. I keep giving chances, but I think it might be time to take things up a notch. The bitch should feel like she's in a horror movie. Because when it comes to dealing with me, she is.

I watched as they drove away, and I smiled to myself. I had gone unnoticed, and collected all the information I needed to carry out the next phase. I walked down the alleyway and into the mask of the night.

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Ariyah's POV:

I woke up from the sound of metal brushing metal. I snuggled into the comfy bed, with the plush comforter and the memory foam pillow. 

Comfy bed?

Plush comforter?

Memory foam pillow?

I am definitely not at my house. I wake up fully. I slowly sit up, as I have the habit of just jumping out of bed and then feeling sick for the rest of the day. The sound of brushing metal begins again. Sunlight begins to shine throughout the room, and it isn't until I turn to my left do I see the entire wall of curtains moving to display a beautiful view. It is a land of trees, and then the city beyond. It's the perfect mix of serene and local. I love it. 

I begin to notice the details of the room, with its white walls and black frames. The photos were often black, white, and gray, and there were hints of green throughout the room. I moved in the bed again, wondering why the curtains kept moving. I moved the comforter to get out of bed, and discovered that I was sitting on the remote to the curtains. I pressed 'stop' and then 'daytime' on the remote, and the curtains moved to my desired position. 

It's crazy how I didn't even feel the remote under my ass, I thought to myself. I bent over to pick up my clothes and gave my ass a little shake. I huffed, and playfully acted as if I was ashamed. "That's just what the dumptruck do."

A deep, gravely voice from behind me startles me. "What does the dumptruck do?" 

In walks Mariano with no shirt on and low slung gray joggers. His torso was covered in sweat, but it looked like water droplets. His grey eyes almost took on a blue hue, like the clearest of waters on a beach. He had tattoos, but he wasn't covered in them. His right arm had what looked like a band of wire from the top of a security fence. His left forearm had a bit of a saying on it, but it was so small it almost couldn't be seen. His hair had fallen a bit into his face, and it looked like he had been hard at work. Last but not least, his v-line was sharp and prominent. It angled right down towards where I wanted to go, and for that, I was jealous. It kills me how he looks this good this early in the morning, and all I've done is managed to open curtains with the touch of two buttons.

As I was thinking these things, I was secretly checking him out. Soon enough, I discovered that I wasn't as secretive as I thought. When I raised my eyes to Mariano's grey ones, I discovered a mischievous glint in them. His jawline sharp, and his lips raised in a cocky smirk. He had shaved, and it only served to make his jawline more evident. He crosses his arms and leans towards the wall as his mouth begins to move. I was so focused on the bulging of his droplet filled arms above his toned torso that I could do nothing but stare. The audio processing part of my brain failed me, because it was focused on what his moans would sound like as those arms got sweaty doing other things- with me. 

A chuckle reverberated throughout the room. I finally zoned back in and said, "I'm sorry, what?"

Mariano responded as his eyes drifted up and down my body, starting from my messy, curly hair and passing the bottom of his shirt that went down further in the front than the back. In the front, it went to about mid thigh, but in the back, it barely covered my ass. My nipples had hardened through my shirt, and I knew he payed special attention to them as his eyes lingered on my chest. I saw an imprint on his previously lose joggers, and I knew he was feeling the attraction too. He shut the door and walked further into the room. He finally replied in his deep morning voice with something that I never would have expected. He said, "Ah, poor Bellisima. You can't do two things at once?"

I was as confused as ever. I asked him what I had been aching to ask ever since he asked the question. "What do you mean?"

Another chuckle, this time mockingly. "I saw those shorts. Your thong was soaked from thoughts of me. Even better, my little bellisima saw me this morning and wanted nothing short of fucking me. So instead of listening, your head was filled with thoughts of me. You can't listen and lust for me at the same time? How pathetic."

His degrading made my pussy wetter than ever before. I tried to make sense of something, anything, but his words only made the thoughts in my head increase by tenfold. Even worse, now my auditory processing was overworking, as his words kept repeating in my head. He stepped towards me, and I stepped back. The dance continued until my back was up against the window, where workers were scattering around like ants. He brought one hand to my neck, and gently held it. The other was drawn to my waist. He put his thigh in between my legs, and his muscle was right where I wished his dick would be. He then moved his thigh, and my juices were making a mess all over his pants. 

"Look at you, being such a good girl. Making a mess on Daddy's pants. You can't get enough of it, can you?"

I had no response, for my senses were so overwhelmed that all I could do was let out a moan. He chuckled again. This chuckle was different though, in that it accompanied a flick to my right nipple. 

Mariano said "Can I touch you, bellisma?" 

Again, I could make no words to tell him so. I was making progress though, as I stuttered out an "I-I-I, it, um..."

"I-I-I," he mocked me. He moved his other hand to my hip as he began to guide me through my orgasm. Right as the coiling in my stomach was about to be released, he stopped and said "Good girls know how to use their words and beg."

I was so angry. I was livid. I had no clue what to do. Right before I slapped him, the door burst open. Mariano stepped away from me, and collected some of my juices from his leg. He took both fingers and then put them in his mouth, as he stared directly into my eyes. He never turned around as a lady in working clothes said "Mr. Vaio, I have orders from the cook. Breakfast is almost ready."

Mariano responded. I'll be there in a minute. Ariyah, however, will follow you. Won't you, Ariyah?"

All I could do was nod my head. The maid sent me a curious look, but didn't bother to ask questions. As I turned to follow the maid, Mariano's voice stopped me. An r rolled off of his tongue as he called me by name. 

"Clean yourself up. Your wetness is dripping down your legs." 

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Translation:

Bellisima

gorgeous

How did y'all like it? That was my first time writing a "sexc" scene. What could have been better? Was it good, or do I need to fix anything?

Also, I BETTER NOT see any daddy haters. You can say it's not for you, but I REFUSE for this to be a book where you hate one another or kinkshame. Your comments WILL be deleted.

I say "sexc" because there was no sex. But there will be! I promise. 

So, question of the day is: Where are you right now? 

The next chapter will be posted at 12 comments and 28 reads. 

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