Page 28 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

TWENTY-FIVE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

We stayed on the yacht, and to be honest, it was a sweet sort of nightmare, sweet for us, a full-blown nightmare for our poor guards.

Alfonso and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

We took each other on nearly every surface that the yacht had to offer, reckless and insatiable.

We even ended up tangled together in the ocean, saltwater on our skin, waves rocking around us.

It wasn’t my favorite place to fuck, but being with Alfonso? That always was.

Tonight, things changed.

I thought it was going to be like any other night when he grabbed me from behind as I entered the room, but when his hand curled around my throat while he tore off my clothes, my heart rate escalated.

This wasn’t my sweet Alfonso, it was his demon.

When no shred of clothes covered my body, he threw me down on his bed.

He was on top of me like a pit bull, turning me over to face him, and then grabbed my one hand, yanked it above my head and started to tie up my wrist with a bathrobe belt. It wasn’t long before my other wrist was tied up as well.

My arms were placed in a wide position, stretching my breasts tightly.

He moved lower, reached for a third bathrobe belt, and tied it securely around my ankle. Instead of fastening it to the bedpost like my wrists, he took my other ankle and bound it to the first, merging my legs together with slow, deliberate precision.

Then, he pulled my bound feet toward my head, forcing my knees to bend as my body folded in on itself.

I ended up in a strange, contorted position, awkward and exposed, like a turtle flipped onto its back, vulnerable and completely at his mercy.

I could feel my opening flaring and my chest tightened, struggling to breathe.

Alfonso did something with the belt on my feet and when his hands left my ankles, I was locked in this position. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable, wearing an expression I’d only seen a handful of times.

It was raw, intense, and laced with something that felt dangerously close to reverence, or ruin.

My entire body strained in this position. It ached and I complained as he started fucking me with his finger. I felt my wetness, heard it from the movement of his fingers. One finger became two and two became three.

It was tight and not as gentle as he always was. The memory of the plane’s bathroom flashed through my mind, a vivid, electric moment I couldn’t shake. Maybe it was a sign too. At least, that’s what I told myself.

The burning sensation his nails created on my sides, the huge grin on his face tells me that he absolutely loved it.

A cry pushed past my lips when his mouth joined his fingers. He pulled on my pussy lips with his teeth and the pain with the pleasure really fucking did something completely opposite to what I imagine.

He kept lapping, sucking and biting my pussy as his fingers pushed inside of me hard. Drenched didn’t even begin to cover it.

I tried to keep my moans to a minimum, there was some erotic side to the pain, to the way I struggled to breathe properly.

“Fuck,” I grunted as Alfonso really delved into me. His grunts vibrated, making the feeling more enhanced.

I spoke fast, “Fuck me; I need you to fuck me.”

He was like a robot, didn’t say a thing back, and just unzipped his pants and took out his erect cock. He pushed it inside of me with hard thrusts. His power shook the bed and this raw, guttural ache emerged from his roughness.

It amplified every part of me, making who I was feel twenty thousand times more powerful.

“Fuck, yes.” I provoked him, needing to see just how far this would really go.

I hated this position; it was too much pressure on my back and neck, and my legs were burning with strain, but this incredible experience my pussy was going through was almost impossible to put into words.

He filled me up to the rim, pulled out, and then rammed into me again. Pain mixed with the aching inside me and pulled all sorts of noises and curses out of me.

His hand connected hard with my ass and hip. I cried out as the burn singed my skin.

He fucked me harder. The bed’s headboard slammed against the wall and I had no idea how to react anymore.

My wailing turned into a rhythmic song. I wanted more and I didn’t understand how any of this was remotely possible.

I felt so out of it and then, until a sharp, biting pain tore through me, dragging me back from the edge of euphoria.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING?

I caught glimpses from the blood trailing down my tights.

For a moment, my eyes deceived me. It looked like Alfonso’s nails had raked into my skin, tearing it open.

But I knew his fingernails couldn’t have done that.

A scratch, sure, but this felt deeper, more violent.

Like something beneath the surface had taken over.

Like he wasn’t just touching me. He was marking me.

A scream tore from my throat as he dragged his nails out of me, the pain sharp and raw. A sadistic laugh slipped from his lips, and I wanted to beg him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come.

A stabbing pain throbbed through my thighs, sharp and unrelenting. It burned as he pressed his rough palms over the open wounds and smeared the blood across my skin.

He didn’t stop fucking me. The pain tangled with the euphoria, creating a sensation I’d never felt before. It was sharp, intoxicating, almost holy in its brutality.

Alfonso bent over me, adding more strain on my body as he fucked me harder. He grabbed me around my neck as he pumped me faster.

The little air supply this position had left was now nowhere near existence.

I could feel the need to breathe as my arousal grew.

Stars were starting to dull my sight as the aching feeling drove me insane. I toppled over; everything pulsed as I came hard. I couldn’t even scream. Alfonso released deep inside of me. He was like a beast and then his hold around my throat loosened.

I took a raspy breath and coughed.

He pulled out of me fast and yanked at the belt biting into my ankles.

My body jumped free from its lock.

“This is why I didn’t want to do this with you, Camilla.” He loosened the knot on one of my wrists while I struggled to steady my breathing. I gasped for air as he worked on the other side. “You are not built to handle this.”

Somehow, I found myself lying on my side, slowly regaining my composure. Everything I was, trembled. My body ached, everything ached.

“I’m sorry,” Alfonso whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead as my eyes fluttered closed.

Every nerve in me ignited, my body a blazing, restless fire. But a heavy fatigue rolled over me like a wave, and the last thing I sensed was Alfonso carrying me toward the bathroom.

* * *

The next morning, the holes in my skin were sealed with butterfly stitches.

I still had no idea what had made those wounds, something far sharper than his nails.

He sat at the edge of the bed. His back was facing me. I touched his back, and he looked over his shoulder at me.

“I’m going to fix this today.”

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I told you that I need this. I can’t do this to you.”

“Oh, but you can do this to Sarah or whoever the fuck she is?” Tears blurred my sight.

“She needs the pain. It’s why our arrangement works so beautifully.”

“Alfonso, please, don’t do this.”

“You hardly handled it last night. Don’t ask me to do that again. I’ll be myself tonight. It will be as if nothing happened.”

“That is where you are wrong. It won’t be as if nothing happened. You are not built a certain way, neither am I.” I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I couldn’t let him see me break. Sobs tore from me.

He had already made up his mind that I wasn’t strong enough to handle all of him.

I didn’t know how long I stayed in the bathroom, but I drifted away. When I woke up, my body still ached.

It was time to inspect my wounds.

Bruises mottled my legs, darkening the skin around the stitches. The butterfly closures held firm.

But all of it felt meaningless. I still had no clue how to begin processing what had happened. I had so many questions, but I doubted my husband would ever answer them.

I knew he needed this darkness inside him. I wanted to be enough. For him, For us, but how do you fight a man who refuses to believe you ever will be?

All I could remember was the overwhelming fatigue that weighed me down.

I took a shower.

Tears blurred my vision as they welled up again. He was probably already lost in some dark place, feeding the insatiable hunger of his darkness.

Tonight, he was going to learn just how wrong he was. Nothing between us would ever be the same again, not with him trapped in that world.

A flood of unknowns crashed through my mind, things I’d never fully understood, things I tried to imagine, but couldn’t make sense of.

Him with her. Him enjoying her; her enjoying him. It was what he said. Their relationship just worked. They both needed it.

I didn’t know if I could stay with him, knowing he was getting something he needed from someone else.

After the shower, I slipped into a pair of island pants to hide my legs, the fabric soft against my skin, but it did little to lift my spirits. I wasn’t in the mood for anything today. It felt like a heavy cloud was hanging over me, especially knowing where he was.

My stomach growled, reminding me I needed to eat, so I left the room. When I stepped into the kitchen, I froze. Bas was seated at the table, but it was Nico who made my heart drop. He always seemed to be by Alfonso’s side, wherever he went.

Nico gave a small nod toward the lounge. I didn’t want to look, but I did anyway.

Alfonso was there, hunched over his laptop, working, as if nothing had changed.

“He didn’t,” I whispered, a knot forming in my throat.

Nico shook his head, his expression unreadable.

The tears welled up before I could stop them, and one slid down my cheek. I rushed toward him, unable to hold back the flood of emotions. I pushed him gently back into his chair, crawling into his lap. And then, I just cried.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, holding me tightly as I let it all out.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you everything before I gave you that contract.”

My sniffles were the only thing audible when he didn’t speak.

“I didn’t think I would feel this for anyone, and I love you more for trying. You have no idea how badly I wish it were enough.”

I clung to him even tighter, my heart pounding with a fierce determination. He wasn’t going to Sarah. I wouldn’t let that happen, not now, not ever. Whatever he needed, whatever he craved, I would give myself to him completely. I would find a way to make this work, no matter what it took.