His Bambina

Chapter 21

"Daddy please- ah!" Another orgasm rips through me and the sting of another drop of hot wax cools on my sensitive skin.
I'm not sure how long I've been here. The pain and pleasure of the overstimulation he's giving me has made me lose track of the outside world. Vincenzo bites at the sweet spot on my neck as peels the wax from my skin.
"You're my good little slut, yes?"
The vibrator inside me increases it's tempo making me cry out, "Yes Daddy! I'm your good little slut."
"And Daddy's little slut won't ever sneak out, putting herself in danger again, sì?"
He slaps my sensitive breast as I agree and promise never to sneak out again. He growls, mumbling something in Italian, then the vibration inside me finally stops.
"Awe has my poor baby had enough fun?" His gentle hands brush the stray tears off my face, "You did so good taking your punishment for Daddy. Laying here so pretty with tears streaming down your rosy cheeks."
His words cause butterflies to erupt in my stomach, and he coos as he carries me in his arms.
"Let's get you cleaned up princess."
He walks us to the adjoined bathroom, turning on the water in the tub while also balancing me on his hip. My legs are shaky and the tears won't stop. I can feel myself being set down which only makes my heart speed up and a whimper escapes my lips.
"Shhh, baby girl, I'm just taking off my pants and I'm coming in with you. I'm right here."
Not even a second later Vincenzo joins me in the steaming water, setting me between his legs. His hands rub out each muscle in my body, and I melt into his touch.
His voice barely rises above a whisper as he speaks comforting words to me as we relax in the tub.
"You did so good baby. You're such a good girl, hm?" I nod my head as flips me to straddle him, letting me rest my head against his chest. He plays with my hair, whispering more sweet nothing in my ear as I lull to sleep.
The cold chill of air pulls me out of sleep, but Vincenzo shushes me telling me he's just drying me off. I let him dry us off and throw a clean shirt of his over me. I didn't even notice he packed an overnight bag for us. He must've had a whole evening planned out for us.
He pulls the covers down, tucking me securely under them and I begin to fall asleep once  again. Vincenzo follows in after me, pulling me securely to his chest. He kisses every inch of my face softly as he mumbles something in his beautiful tongue.
"Sei tutto per me, amore mio."

"Dieu merci, elle est vivante!" Amelia opened her arms wide, crushing me in a rib crushing hug. I wince, still feeling sore from the punishment last night, and all the praise Vincenzo gave me this morning. We didn't leave the club until noon, and then Vincenzo took me out for lunch before dropping me off while he ran a few errands.
Emily hops down the stairs and giggles, "She was convinced Vincenzo learned of you sneaking out and killed you."
"Oh he found out," both girls look at me wide eyed, "and he made sure he brought me to heaven."
Emily giggles and Amelia give me a sly grin and we all break out in laughter.
"Who knew I'd spend the whole night worrying about my best friend's wellbeing as she was busy getting her brains screwed out."
Emily scoffs, "If you call you getting your mind fucked by Sergio as you 'worrying'."
I raise my brow at Amelia and she only swats the comment away like a fly. But the blush that stains her cheeks fills me with happiness. Don't get me wrong, Amelia's always been a boy crazy woman, but also a hopeless romantics with incredibly high standards. So for Sergio to have this much of an effect on her for more than a day is great news.
"What are we talking about?" Nico's hair has just grown out long enough to fit in a half bun, and his skin has a golden glow to it. As much as he likes to grumble about being here, these last couple months in Italy have done him good. Seeing him reading on the balcony most evenings, and walking around casually with his hands in his sweats' pockets like today shows he's able to truly relax here.
"Aria was about to tell us all about her night last night." Ugh I want to smack Amelia's suggestive smirk off her face. We both know her brother does not want to hear about my night.
"Vince took me to discuss a business deal with some potential allies."
"And she got a lot of business done." It's Emily's turn to make the snarky comment with a shit eating grin.
Nico is either oblivious to the two idiots or ignoring their behavior. He hums in though, "Have you talked to your father lately?"
His tone holds some stress behind it, instantly catching my attention.
"Why? What's happened?"
Nico rubs the back of his neck and sighs, "Nothing. My father just mentioned things were a little rocky. But if you father hasn't mentioned anything to you then I'm sure it's been handled, Ma reine.
Guilt floods my mind. I've been so caught up with Vincenzo and my new life these past few weeks I haven't had the chance to check up on my father. Nico's right, if my father was having troubles he would've called me. But as his only daughter, I should be trying harder to stay in touch with him.
I say my farewells to my friends and head to Vincenzo's and I's room. The room is nice and tidy, our bed untouched since our little getaway. I sit down on the bed, but the clattering of metal makes me blush. I quickly remove the handcuffs from the rings above our headboard. The last thing I need is my father to see those...
I check to make sure nothing else incriminating is in sight before video calling my father.
"C'est Agard," he answers the call but is engrossed in some paperwork.
"Bonjour à vous aussi," I chuckle as he snaps his attention to the screen instantly.
"Ah, my girl, how are you?" The light in his eyes can brighten my day any time. Despite his large smile, I can tell something is bothering him.
"Good, Papa. How is everything over there?"
His face falters before he shrugs, "Même vieux. Business is getting slower and slower... but we're working through it."
I sigh, "You looked stressed, Papa. Anything I can help with?"
He swats away my comment, "No, you helping with this alliance is all the help I need. You know how it goes, you can't do this business without stepping on some toes."
And no one is happy with getting their toes stomped on.
"We'll if you say so..." we continue talking, filling each other in on our lives. I constantly reassure my father that we're all being treated well. And although I don't flat out tell my father what's going on with Vincenzo and I the comments he makes, and look he gives me, tells me he suspects something.
"Bonsoir, Papa. I love you."
He says his goodbyes before hanging up. By the time I hang up, I get settled for bed. My door squeaks open, a tired Vincenzo tiptoeing through.
"Salut," I smile up at my beautiful man and he returns the gesture.
"Ciao amore. How are you?" He unbuttoned his shirt causing my body to heat up. Something about this man turns me into an unsatiable beast.
"Good! I called my father."
My eyes track his movements as he peels of his slacks. His olive skin rippling as his muscles move in synced with him. "Oh? How is the old man?"
I giggle at his words and tell him he's doing okay. Vincenzo crawls under the covers and pulls me against his hard body. "I missed you, amore."
Nights like these are my favorite. The way how he doesn't seem to have anything on his mind accept wanting to be as close to me as possible. Even as we spent the majority of the day together. I can't ever get enough of the pleasure and pain he gives me in the bedroom. And I savor every moment outside the bedroom. The way he holds me close when we walk together, the way he waits for me to take the first few bites as if assuring I'll actually eat and be satisfied before he feasts.
I love the way he will do my hair for me on my lazy days. Or how he'll pick out the tomato chucks in meals because he knows the texture bothers me. Even as he holds me close to him, eyes closed and his body relaxes all I can think about is how I'm falling for this man.
"I have a request." Vincenzo hums and peaks an eye open, telling me he's listening, "Teach me how to speak Italian."
He lifts his head, getting a better look at me, "You mean it?"
I smile at his excited expression, "Yes. I want to be able to speak in your tongue."
He kisses my forehead and brushes my hair out of my face, "Okay. What do you want to learn first?"
I think about it, before blushing. I trace the black ink on his bare chest before answering, "Hmmm, how do you say: I love you."
His eyes widen, before the biggest smile I've seen graces his lips, "Sono innamorato."
"Sono innamorato." I most definitely butchered it, but Vincenzo doesn't seem to mind as he pulls me in for a deep kiss.
"I love you too, amore. More than you know."