Quick to ignite, yet she has learned she will not get what she needs, if she reacts visible, as she wants. And she tries to keep it held inside.
What does she want? Too often I believe sweet little young Evelyne wants to destroy everything in her path. I could be wrong, though. Like I said I barely know her.
Yet, anyone close enough can see she's boiling ready to explode. I wonder what happens when she lets go, says fuck everything, what devious antics play out, then.
I am intrigued.
What will come out of her delicious mouth once she expresses her true motives, her intent?
She is a witch, a chameleon.
However, someone's fucked with her, got her thinking she needs to be a people pleaser— so she wears the mask.
As a child some domineering adults taught her submitting to their needs would be rewarded, and in turn, deviating from their wishes would result in some form of severe punishment. How do I know this shit? I was once that kid.
Recently my fucking court-appointed therapist pulled that shit out of me during a session. Probation is over and I haven't been back, as Doc recommended.
The Doc said,
When children can't figure out how to please a parent, or when their efforts at compliance never alter the essential but nurturance-starved relationship, the likelihood is that they'll end up either seriously depressed or angry-defiant . . . and quite possibly both."
Yeah, eventually the Doc squeezed some information about my childhood with Ernesto.
She'd figured out from a couple of sentences, what childhood was like, after my papa, died. I had a natural desire to please Ernesto, my nonno, and the chief guardian. However, it was unnatural the lengths I was willing to go to emulate a man who never provided me nor Donny emotional security. He allowed our home to exist as a place of ridicule and chaos, not helpful to my wellbeing.
She knew too fucking much. I question, is the Doc, just very good at her job, or am I surrounded by witches.
My explosive reactions to anger, she said— originated unintentionally, by my caretakers— were outbursts from masked feelings of hopelessness, and the fear my mixed blood made me ugly and unlovable. That made my ass twitch, because the conceited bastard I was now, rejected he'd ever felt any of those fucking loser emotions.
The one thing she got wrong, in my case, any undesirable behaviors from the adults in my life…
Were very fucking intentional.
Rebellious children— like I was— are made, not born.
Doc said, the reaction is more typical among boys, however, I smell rage all over my girl, fuck I mean to say, this girl, Evelyne Basso.
I googled further into the Docs assessment while lying next to Evee, what I read said females, typically having unresolved issues with authoritative parents, are attracted to dominating, manipulative people. I could, and fucking would… if I had the time.
If I had the time, I would extract her agenda concerning me while molding her young ass into a very malleable pet. Fuck!
My dick jumps to attention.
She has not moved, dedication… I'll grant her that.
Evee, Evee, Evee, we will not be...
Young, vulnerable, damaged females even if they are smart crafty thieves have no place in war. I am commander at battle, between Evil and a Lesser Evil—Me. A battle violently escalating much sooner than planned. Still, a night or two spent between her inviting thighs, teaching her how to please me, allowing her to satiate Beast,
what would be the harm in that.
So, as mind-fucking great her body looks, at my feet, under my gigantic cock, in perfect submission poise, I will not fuck her.
She speaks, from the floor.
"You ask what I am willing to give you...
Everything...
Force..."
My pulse races.
"Be careful about what you beg for, Evee, better to call me, Tomas, piccolo ragazza."
She chants slowly softly from the floor rug,
"El Forza di gravità,"
"un Vento Forza,"
"del male Forza,"
"Beast..."
Finally, she moves, to thrust her ass higher.
"Beast..."
A familiar heat builds inside my body. She does not know what she asks.
'Release me…' my cock throbbing, hard I know I must pull back tell Beast… "No,"
I shake my head,
"She needs Me..."
I lose my thought, kneel behind her, look at her. Ass up, torso gracefully elongated, face-hugging the floor.
"You're, young and beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You conjure darkness, disturb a Beast? What you hope to gain, is it worth the pain you ask for?"
A warning I usually do not offer. I touch her beautiful ass, waxing it with both hands, not my first mistake.
Bending over her back, I reach to turn her head. She strains at the awkward twist, her chin in my palm. She wants to speak, but my heavy thumb depressed against her lips, forces her to remain quiet.
She blinks and in a marvelous contortionist move, she dips, curving her spine, thrusting her ass into my dick.
Again, in the position to be taken.
And why am I in a position to take?
I had not noticed.
I’m lost.
Beast is free...
CHAPTER 27
Submission
Evee
I grabbed onto the claw foot legs of the chair for dear life as I embraced for the full force of Tomas' cock to take my virginity.
My first mistake, forgetting I conjured Beast this was not Tomas.
Repeatedly, his fingers thrust inside me only to pull out and rim my ass. Yes my tight, precious button where things come out and large fingers bigger than any dildo I may or may not have, played around with before, do not fit inside.
"Whack!"
"What the fuck!" I scream
"Do I have my little rabbit's full attention?"
"Whack!"
Oh, he wants an answer.
"Yes!" I reply.
But, the spanking resumes, unyielding, body jerking strikes to both ass cheeks. I suck in a breath, mentally count,
"Oh," one…
"Ah," two…
"Ugh," three …
"Ungh," four…
"Fuck!" Five…
Each hit harder than the last, my bottom is both on fire and numb.
The fingers which never leave my pussy for long, begin to delve deeper, with slippery ease, answering whether she likes the fucking spanking. Fuck yes, she is gushing.
Three fingers pull out, only to return to my forbidden place. And I realize three moments too late, he's stretching my asshole.
Beast, makes another slow swipe along my slit and with a long pump of his cock, rams against me.
I scream murder.
The intrusion, my hole breached for the first time by something, extra-large now has my inside burning along with my ass flaming from the spanks. What the fuck?
Press outward said the anal sex tutorials in women's magazines. And I'd read them all, my curiosity about all things anal pushing me into an abyss of anal porn.
And Okay Yes, I'd admit playing with an anal dildo, but I never penetrated too deep.
Another gasp for breath as Beast advances further, my entire bottom half is ripping apart.
His cockhead first, followed by the long rod opening me, stretching me, but not fully seated. Even so, I am ready to tap out, say fuck this shit, get your dick out of my ass, you motherfucker.
Master of all, senses my flight is near, speaks
"Bellissima, piccolo ragazza, make me proud, show me how brave you are," he whispers. "give it a moment and your pleasure will emerge from the pain."
He sucks and bites his way down my back and rubs my mound before he pinches my clit, I moan and let out a long traitorous, "Ohhhh..."
He takes this as a 'Yes...'
And buries his cock in my ass until his heavy balls touc
h my ass.
I'm conflicted. I'm devasted. The pain is intense, more than I imagined.
Too many contrary sensations, pussy singing… Ass on fire, questions too late to ask arising like "Wasn't there supposed to be lube?"
I whimper as the pain increases. "It's too big, too much."
With this admission, my legs buckle and collapse, but his arms quickly snake around my body, bind his chest to my back, and secure me. One arm around my upper torso, hand squeezing my breast, the other arm lower, hand gripping my pussy. He strokes my clit harder, drawing out more moaning.
"Wait for it, little rabbit." Command or question I'm not sure but I don't care. My ass burns, my backaches.
"Your beautiful tight ass is amazing. Squeezing my cock as we speak. Begging for my cum. You're so warm inside, little rabbit. I'll stay here until I am finished with you. This ass is mine, understand. Not yours. The pain is mine, not yours."
The pain is his, hmm. His words fill me with a passion I cannot explain. His fingers circle, pinch, and thrust inside me, and my body is set afire, flares coursing deep in my belly, I forget there is a log inside my ass for a moment. Pussy clenching, I convulse, moaning his name,
"Beast, mmm Beast," and I enter a zone beyond the pain.
I begin to fuck his cock slowly at first, only my hips, pushing back, raising forward, rounding his torso.
"Oh, ohh, fuck."
"That's it, take my cock, take what is yours."
Mine?
"Fuck yes, oh," I chant, and finally I can lift my body, support myself, throwing my head back against his shoulder.
His hands now free to roam, one squeezes my breast, tweaking my taut nipple, the other jerks my face to his lips. He rams his thick tongue in my mouth.
I suck it like I want to suck his cock, until he steals control, biting my lower lip hard.
Later I would question why Beast held, control. Never moving, or thrusting, once he breached sphincter and fully seated himself inside. Notably he is a destroyer, an evil lord.
Now, my focus was the orgasm building inside, all holes filled with fingers, cock, and tongue. I gyrate against him in reverse hesitantly but gaining more thrust as each lap brings ease. Deeper moans and erratic convulsions signal my master my pain is lessened. It is pleasure I am chasing, now.
I bounce using the weight of my entire body, to throw my ass onto his cock, over and over again. The pain an afterthought, my need for more, to go deeper is great. I take everything and I love it.
"That's it. Mmm, just like that my little rabbit. Grind your tight ass. Make me cum in this tight ass. Take, take it all. It's yours…" Beast says urging me on while sticking his pussy coated fingers into my mouth.
"Eat."
I'm done, fueled by his words, I erupt like an animal with a final feral scream, "Ahhhh, I'm commm- innnng." This is my first.
He mirrors my scream, his howl part wounded animal and part satisfied man boom against the walls of the room. With two short pumps, then a grinding motion, his thick cock pulses wider. It's painful and good.
"Come inside my ass. Fill me up, fill my ass with your cum, Beast."
One last howl coats my ass with his cum. His thick seed fills my insides until the dense substance crawls down my leg. It is still hot.
My man, my Beast.
"Will Tomas, remember this?" I whisper, apprehensive of my sacrifice, but I need to know.
"Si"
CHAPTER 28
Enemies
Tomas
Beast is sated… and humming?
We... are both humming, audibly, and internally, the theme to Mission Impossible?
Duh duh, dunna duh huh, dunna duh duh…
dunnanun… dunnanun… dunnut. Fuck!
I look back at Evee and study her laid out on her stomach. Ass on fire, I'm sure. I chuckle to myself, but cut it short, feeling a tinge of lowness. Just a hint.
Who is this girl?
This witch who presents complete submission and welcomes pain to offer me peace. At what she thought was her breaking point, she'd cried, "It's too fucking big." Her knees trembled, yet she surrendered. At any show of weakness Beast should have torn her apart, thrust by glorious thrust, until his seed pumped and spilled out of her raw ass. Submission deserves destruction. That's fucking law.
Advancing this brutal course of action would have ended our beginning. Altering the script of our tryst. One, I've attempted to rewrite many times, but failing since the first time we spoke at the lounge.
Each smile, dance, and baked treat that fills our bellies
steals her another pass to stay. Thoughts of Evee baking for anyone else fucking turns my gut. My stomach knows she has left treats downstairs on the counter.
Beast, however, doesn't respond to sweets and treats.
Yet, tonight, behaving contrary to instinct, Beast dimmed his hold on me, not just letting me through but inside. We were truly one mind, one person, he and I.
My emotions— exposed but balanced, careful yet demanding— for those moments, were new.
So, with license… we… led her through an erotic experience of pain and pleasure, only tempered anal lovemaking can uncover.
My sweet girl blossomed.
This slip of a girl, piccola ragazza, has managed to bring Beast to heel. And it's not just by her great ass. Something important has happened, is happening, Beast and Tomas, in sync. Talking, behaving as one entity, merged to bring about one result.
The total seduction of Evelyne Basso.
But to what end and time, all fun must end. We are on countdown status. Have I pumped too much intimacy, into what was meant to be a friendly fuck?
Who opens a tryst with an ass fuck?
Me, I've outdone myself.
I'm a fucking King,
And these lemon bars Evee baked deserve notable mention in heaven.
I digress.
Instead of sensing, I’ve mastered the vixen, I am left wondering. What’s next with Evelyne Basso? She is unpredictable and I am a needy, greedy bastard, because I want a front seat to every new cry, "oh", and "ah", every expression coming out of her sweet mouth until I drive every passionate dream of hers and mine, forward.
I haven't taken the untouched pussy...
Maybe, no, seriously, immediately after taking that, we'll end this, whatever this is. A couple of days, maybe a week. I ignore the twist in my gut, and her light snores forbid me from waking her to have any discussion about expectations. Instead, I fall in bed beside her, sleep within minutes.
When I awaken she's gone. Surveillance video shows her waving as she dismantles my 'professional' cousin security system at the front door.
CHAPTER 29
Her Enemy
Evee
Approved to leave the mothership— well, no chase ensued— I left Tomas's for my condo, to talk with Cynthia. After I explained the last month's events, leaving out all criminal activity I may or may not have witnessed, she sat contemplatively, cocked her head, and asked, so are you okay?"
"Yes, I am fine."
Her brow creased as she explained, while I've been ass breached, I remain a vagina virgin. Lips pursed, it is obvious she wants to say more and for me to add further. Relenting, she gives me a pass. Ours was a short visit.
"Take care a yo business, Chica."
My business… a long talk with Sofia Basso, Mommie Dearest, the key master. My mama, a woman who would pull her own tooth out before she brought assurance or comfort to any circumstances she did not orchestrate. Anytime you went over her head, or around her sphere of contacts, you were sentenced as traitorous scum. I would never talk to her the way Cynthia and I talked because she wasn't a person you called when you needed a lift of confidence. Her strengths lied elsewhere, like stripping little girls of confidence, tearing them down to build them into warriors for the cause, hers. She could also do this to adults just as well.
Something is liberating and therapeutic about finally realizing that the people closest to you, although
damaged still hold purpose. She is my mother, my own Beast, an imperfect human molded by insanity just more so than the rest of us.
I can thank Beast for teaching me this. And I go to my mother, not for solace, but to gain a strong ally for my quest.
As back up, I've sent out feelers for Grace, the sneaky aunt you wish you had when your mother wouldn't let you dye your hair with streaks of blue, purple, pink, green, and yellow, to emulate, your second favorite anime hero, Shiro from, No Game No Life.
I was eleven.
Just saying I've heard Grace is our wild, estranged relative— a fixer. Contact is a long shot seeing how my knowledge of her existence comes from a conversation I eavesdropped on between the matriarchs, my mamma, grandmamma, and aunt.
"The bitch has always been wild." My aunt said.
"No family honor, only cares for herself." Claimed my mama.
"Her fate will match her shame," Grandmamma exclaimed.
"She sent messages to the girls, like we wouldn't intercept it, foolish. If they ever needed her they could reach her."
"Put in the safety box. I might want to reach her one day to pull her hair out of her skull." They all laughed. Of Course, the safety box was child's play for me to crack.
Now those same women want to run my life and marry me off to some brute, into some nightmare, just to appear elite and important to their special clubs.
What the fuck do they know?
What I am sure of is Tomas is mine. My family needs to get on board, cause this train has left the station. Whoot Whoot.
Yes, I'm fucking delirious and I yawn and stretch too wide, even for first-class, master planning is exhausting.
Plenty enough time to win over my mama, and stake out this mystery meeting site, with a wild woman named Grace. My intel said she would meet me in four days, at a diner on the border of the town. Where one town turns into the next? Very cryptic, nevertheless my situation needs a-fixin'.
Departing the plane, an awareness someone is watching comes over me. Is it possible my experience with La Familia under siege and the six-week lockdown has given me PTSD. No one knows I am in Rome, but just in case I trust my gut and remain careful. The motorbike rental office I choose, is a grimy spot, taking advantage renting overpriced scooters to unsuspecting tourists. It is the perfect, under the radar, cash only way to travel to my mom's new flat. I debate whether I should give her a heads up I am coming or not. I chose not.
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