The Don

31

Kiara

Last night was truly degrading. Dario claimed me like a possessed animal. He gave me no choice. We fucc'd all night long in positions I hadn't even discovered yet. I wanted to fight him off of me so bad at least at first, kind of. I wanted to kick, punch, scream, do anything for him to get off of me but apart from being aware that there would be consequences, I also didn't want to deny my body the pleasure. My body always reacts to Dario in a way that I don't understand. As much as it sickens me I always crave his touch, sexually at least. If I were to admit that out loud even to myself, I'd need to see a psychiatrist.

It infuriated me how much I enjoyed his touch last night even despite the pain. How good the flame his touch ignited felt. Thinking back on it now, I am truly disgusted with myself. All the God's of the sky probably heard me moaning and screaming this man's name like a lunatic. I bet our fuccin rocked the jet more than any turbulence could. I had never cum so much in my life nor had I allowed a man to use me in such a way. Dario released inside of me the biggest load I had ever gotten from a man. It felt so good and so right. I felt like I had more cum in me than I had blood. Yet still, I didn't mind. I wanted it, I wanted him probably as bad as he had been craving me I Just wouldn't admit it out loud . Now as I lay in this king sized bed with an ache between my legs the only thing I could do is think of last night. The aftermath of it all is almost always awful. You know what they say after joy comes sorrow, after pleasure comes pain and boy was I in pain. I felt like I would collapse if I tried to leave this comfortable bed. However, nothing bothered me more than the lack of after pills I had. I have been lucky thus far to not end up pregnant again considering Dario doesn't use protection but after last night I think all my miracles ran out. There's no way I wouldn't get pregnant, I can just feel it. I need to find a way to take the pill without Dario knowing. A huge part of me is scared of him catching me. The consequences were terrible but I just can't let myself be pregnant again especially not by Dario. I won't bring a child into this not now not ever.

"A cosa stai pensando?" He asked as he entered the room from his shower.
(What are you thinking about?)

"Niente"
(Nothing)

"We're going to a brunch with some associates. Shower. Get dressed quickly." He instructed.

There goes my hopes of staying in bed all day. I sighed and with a limp made my way to the bathroom.