Danger and Tattoos

What Did I Say?

                   River's POV::
  
     The sounds of gunshots makes me uneasy. I grab Vito's buff arm and follow him into the shooting rang. I'm deathly afraid of guns. Vito walks to the counter and speaks to the man on what I think is Italian. He brands a hang gun and leads me outside.
    "Have you ever fired a gun?" He asks. I shake my head with wide, nervous eyes. He puts it in my hand and sets the bullet for me. I shake my head.
    "Okay, this is too much. I can be brave enough to get a tattoo, but not this. I'm terrified of gun's," I tell him. He grins down at me. "I don't feel comfortable holding a gun," I say, looking at the murderous weapon in my small hands. It's hold and heavy; I can feel the power it holds and it scares me.
    "It's fine. I'll always be here to protect you, hermosa. This is just in case of emergency. You'll need to know how to defend yourself," he tells me. He takes the gun and shoots at the target. The bullet goes straight through wear a heart would be. Not sure if I should run of fear or be turned on.
   I take it back and do what he did, but with more focus. The bullet shoots through then head. "Runs in your family I guess," I hear him mutter, but I ignore it.
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    "Who was that?" Vito asks as I set my phone down with an exaggerated sigh. I glance over at him, mad again at him for what he told my parents.
    "My mother has been sending me bible verses and photos of Jesus, because of you."
    "Ri-"
    "Don't try making an excuse. They'll end up telling the priest and he'll try and make me go to confessions or something like that," I snap, my voice raising. His eyes darken. I stand up, not wanting to be around him right now. He grabs my wrist roughly, whipping me back to him.
     "What did I say about snapping at me?"
    "Don't touch me right now, Vito," I say with a shakey voice.
    "Who said you were calling the shots?" He pulls me to his lap and looks dead in my eyes. "Tell what I said would happen."
    "I'd be punished," I whisper.
    "And is that you want?" I shake my head, my heart beating fast in my chest. He leans in close to my ear, his lips brushing against the skin. "Too late." I pull back just to have him crash his lips to mine. I moan against his parted lips. Our tongues dance together perfectly as he starts taking off my cover up and shirt.
    Mature::
    I lean over a little and kiss the crook of his neck, grinding against his bulge. He groans, his nails digging in the bare skin of my back. "Stand," he commands me. I do as told, submitting to his wishes immediately. "Take your jeans off."
    I start removing my jeans shyly. He offers me his hand to take. I'm nervous as to what is coming, for the look in his eyes is terrifying and I know he's mad at me. But I'm mad at him too.
    "Bend over my lap," he says. I shake my head. "I didn't ask, I told you to. Now listen. Bend over my lap." Hesitantly, I step towards him and do as he said. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. He run his fingertips down my spine, making me shiver.
   His hand stops at my ass, making me tense. "I want you to count," he says. I nod, knowing what he's going to do. He raises his hand and slams it down, making me wince. "I said count."
    "One," I force out. He pull my hair back roughly. He spanks me again. "Two." After four timed it no longer feels painful, instead pleasurable. "Five," I moan.
    "You like this, baby?" I shake my head.
    "Fuck. Six." I squeeze my eyes shut, not allowing myself to release from this. He kisses the back of my neck as his hand comes down harder this time. I moan loudly as my body reacts against my mind.
   "I thought you said you didn't like it," he says. I sit up, breathing heavily. He unbuttons his jeans and removes them with his boxers. I take my undergarments off and look into his eyes.
    "Go to the bedroom." I nod, trying to steady my breathing. This man will be the death of me.  He walks in behind me with something in his hands.
   "H-handcuffs?" My mind takes me back to those lonely, painting nights with those disgusting men. My hands had been cuffed behind my back so I couldn't fight back.    
    "Get in the bed, spread your legs," he orders. My eyes fill with tears. My mind is only on the past right now, not in the present. 
    "Vito, pl-"
    "Bed." I get on the bed and watch as he cuffs my hands to the headboard. I blink the tears back.
    "We're gonna have a great time with you," the man had said.
   Vito slams into me, making me cry out. I try moving my hands, but fail. A tear escapes, but I manage to wipe it away with the pillow.
    "Fuck," he groans, holding my waist tightly. I try moving my hands again.
    "Dont try and move your hands, little girl. Your ours now."
    "STOP! PLEASE!" I cry out, breaking down. Vito stops, looking down at me in shock. "Let me go please," I sob. He stand and unlocks the cuffs. I hold my hands over my chest.
    "River, I'm so sorry," he says. I nod.
    "You didn't know," I say. He runs his hand through my hair. "I want to leave. Please." He nods, helping me get up.
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    He stops in front of Cyra's house. I look over at him. "River-"
   "Goodnight."

   AN: please comment and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh