Bellisima Princessa

Part 7

Ariyah's POV: 

It feels so weird to have everyone stare at you but feel afraid to look. Did they think I was to broke or something? Well, that couldn't be the case because they were maids as a job. They must have known what it felt like to be in my position before. The girl that walked me down here was eyeing me suspiciously. I don't know what I did to her, but it led to the atmosphere feeling very clammy and stuffed. 

Overall, I just felt awkward. I was in a place I didn't know, surrounded by people I didn't know, and about to eat food that I didn't know. Though food does make me happy, I wish it would come sooner. I could feel that painful feeling when you haven't eaten in a while. I had a feeling that everyone was curious about me, and I didn't know how to take that information. Despite my quick clean up session, my legs were still somewhat wet, and it didn't help that I had no underwear on either. As I thought about what happened just a few minutes earlier, I got wetter and wetter. I could feel the throbbing, and my pussy's anger at not being able to release.

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be mad at that fucker. Where is he?

Mariano's POV:

Fuck. I really needed to go to breakfast. But I was so hard, it was almost painful. Every blink I took, I saw her mouth, wide open as she grinded on my thigh. I could almost feel her wet little pussy running along the muscle. I longed to feel that pussy elsewhere. I could still feel the wetness from her stuck to my leg, and I ached to feel that wetness on my mouth and dick. I wanted to feel her pussy pulse, and I wanted to feel her clench around me, all while I gave her pleasure. 

I should be the only one to give her pleasure. I would be the only one to give her pleasure. I headed to my room and turned the shower on. This girl would be the death of me. I've fucked my fist more times since I've known her than ever in my life. She's the only one who parades throughout my mind and life and gives no thought to it. I began to strip as I felt the water cascade down my back. I thought about her perky tits that swayed as she grinded on me. I thought about the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head right before she was about to cum. I thought about what it would be like to finally give her the opportunity to cum, right before I came in her warm, tight, pussy. My thoughts fueled my hand to move faster, though the muscles were burning. 

I continued my risky thoughts of the girl in my kitchen as I sank deeper and deeper into the throes of pleasure.

Ariyah's POV:

Finally, after what feels like forever, Mariano comes down. Well now that he's here, I have no clue how to act. My thighs touch each other when I sit, so it does no good for me to do anything. I settled on crossing my legs, forgetting that I had no underwear on. Mariano's eyes followed the action, and I felt a cold breeze on my wet pussy. He then looked directly into my eyes as his consistently darkened, no doubt at thoughts of me. Before anything could be said, the maid who had been looking at me curiously beckoned the both of us, yet somehow still managed to not address me. She took one glance at me, and then darted her eyes to Mariano. "Mr. Vaio, the cook has finished with your breakfast, and the table has been set. Is there any special orders?"

Keeping eye contact with me, Mariano stands up from the couch parallel to my own. He walks forward, and holds out his hand. Dumbfounded, I hurry to uncross my legs and take his hand. His deep voice only aids the electricity already flowing through our hands as he orders the maid. "Let us have the food out the number three outside balcony today. Leave a pitcher of Orange Juice and another of water for us as well. That will be all." 

He proceeds to walk, with my hand still in his. He looks at me and chuckles. "I think we are going to have to find you some clothes. I can't have everyone looking at what's mine."

I stop walking and drop his hand. "What do you mean? I never said anything about being yours, and this was only a one time thing." I waved my hand. "You don't even know what you are talking about."

Mariano slams me against the wall. "I can guarantee that by the end of this month, I will have you begging for me. Mark. My. Words." His hold on my throat tightens as he sadistically smiles. "Only three strikes until you get some of your own on that pretty bottom, Ms. Morris. Use the next two very wisely."

The doorbell rings, and after a silent staring contest between us two, Mariano is called for, yet again. Three times, and we still haven't even had breakfast. Mariano towers over his butler and the delivery man, and his voice seems to overwhelm theirs, as well. "Why wasn't this brought to the back? And why isn't it in its original packaging?"

He examines the packaging and sends me to a room next door, this one being an office. I studied the dark wood and golden lion paperweights as I passed the time. Eventually, after what felt like ten years, Mariano came to get me. He was warning me as we walked up to the large box, this time, with it's top off. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Bellisima, don't panic. I want you to know that someone is out for you, but that I have your back." His eyes hardened. "So that conversation we had in the hall, is over. You are going to have to stay with me."

I peered over the box, and found all of my shoes. But the soles to each and everyone were ripped out and destroyed. There was a note on top, with which I picked up, all the while my hand was shaking. As I unfolded the note, it said:

THIS IS WHAT I WILL DO TO YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Mariano shocked me even more when he elaborated. His accent thick, he expressed the intensity of the situation to me. "Mia bellisima princessa, someone is out to get you." A long pause passes before he says his next sentence.

"And they won't stop until your soul is ripped out from your body."

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Translation:

Bellisima Princessa

Beautiful Princess

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