The Demon of Milan

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Luciano: The buzzing in my pocket, it’s gotten quite persistent. I’ll check to see who needs me after this presentation, for now, I need to focus. I’m sorry my love, it’s likely you. Aria, you will need to wait another few minutes. I have these investors finally understanding the urgency of this launch, I need to give them my full attention in order to sell this to the end.

Phone is continuing to buzz wildly in my pocket, I hope she is okay. Ah, I must focus, they notice my distraction. I show them, I show them the diagrams speak for themselves. Yes, that is working. Pretty colors and flashy lingo for simple minds. Before I know it, they’ll be asking me to go to a goddamn football game. God no, please.

We finally conclude, they are shaking my hand, and I can feel their pockets drain for us. Imagine Industries will have at least another 4 months of experimentation funded, thanks to me…and ignoring my wife, yet again. She will understand when this is finished, I will make history.

As I walk down the hall, towards my office, past the teamwork poster with the woman with that awful green blouse, I run my thumb across the volume button on my phone in my hand and press it nervously, almost in hopes this will somehow signal to her I am almost ready to call her back. I reach my office with my desk and adjust my cufflinks to return to the moment. Ah. I am so hungry, I say clicking my pen a few times before finally looking at my phone, now that everyone is done bothering me, finally.

Luciano: “Oh dear… 9 missed calls!? 4 voicemails. What did I do. I hope she is okay, I’m sure she’s fine.” I lean back in my chair and suddenly remember last night and the ridiculously wonderful time I had with my dick at my desk. A flood of panic strikes me. I didn’t leave my computer on, did I? Fuck did I close those tabs? Shit. She can only forgive me so many times for leaving my depravity on display. I need to remember to clear my browser history. I’ve been fixating on the redheads a bit too much lately.

I remember my phone still in my hand, and I wave the air around hoping to clear the muck. It doesn’t work.

“Ok. What? A picture, a picture. She sends me… a picture. This isn’t good.” I say as I open a picture text from Aria, she’s holding… oh no…she’s… holding my… This is worse than my porn stash. This is it. I am fucked. I rub the bridge of my nose as I read her message underneath, holding my shame. It says, "Darling, this isn't mine. Care to explain?" A blast of horror rips through my skull and I nearly drop my phone, I must call her, now. How do I explain this. FUCK. It rings once before she answers. I don’t give her a chance to scream, I immediately say "Honey let's talk about this when I get home per favore...” She is so angry… fuck, so quick to assume I’m using it on another woman and cheating. Such a lovely thing shouldn’t be so insecure, but my carnal vanity loves her obsessive nature. I feel so needed, desired, guarded, safe. She’s arguing with me frantically, and I can’t stop swooning hearing the jealousy in her voice. Oh shit, here comes Kevin. He walks in as I say to her, calmly, attempting to be vague but failing, "It’s mine…yes, I know." He’s standing there, has no idea what I’m talking about, I hope. I continue, clinically, "just put it back where you found it. I will explain everything my love, I'm sorry you had to see that." I hang up with my clumsy finger, without saying goodbye, shit. Kevin is staring. I beam a smile with screaming eyes and ask, "why, why is she in my sock drawer, I ask you, is this normal for American women to GET IN A MAN’S PRIVATE BUSINESS LIKE THIS? Have I no place to hide anymore?" I scratch my mustache and sigh loudly. Too loudly.

She calls back, still angry, I answer and this guy, this fucking guy, he’s still at my desk, still flipping through slides on the laptop. My god have I no peace.

"Aria, sweetheart, this isn't a great time, I beg you please, I will call you later. I am with a client right now."

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM? YOU HUNG UP ON ME?? HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU FUCK HER WITH THIS THING."

I swear the power of her voice literally blows back my hair from the phone and Kevin, oh Kevin, he closes the laptop and walks out. I can’t let him think I am unfaithful, that is not my character. I grab his arm and shake my head no, and tell Aria softly, "Sweetheart, please. I am yours, only.” I open my hand towards the chair and look at Kevin, “Kevin please sit, I am sorry for this. No honey, Kevin is the client, I will call you ... No, ok, yes .. I'm sorry. I will when I get home. I love you, my fiery angel. Bye bye.” I sigh. Back to action. “KEVIN! Okay. Let's move on shall we. Enough of that."

The day ends, and I come home. She is holding the dildo when I walk through the doorway. She says "WHO IS THIS FOR. I know when you're fucking LYING." Oh, today is the day. Today is the day… I lose my wife.

Aria: He wets his lip. He drops his bags, and without a word, begins to undress as he shuts the door behind him with his foot, never breaking his stare at me. His body language is like another person entirely. He glares at me, with no hint of a smile or flirt, only eyeing me like prey. I’m a bit afraid of this man who is looking at me. He says in clear and stern voice that I don’t recognize, "You want to know. You really want to know?” He drops his coat to the floor and removes his shirt, carefully folding it before placing it on the chair. “Fine. You may not like me so much afterwards, but if it's the only way, then fine.” In one fluid motion, he reaches down and strips the belt from his pants and wraps it around his forearm with the buckle around his thumb. He walks towards me, like a man possessed. I see no warmth in his eyes and his words have no…playfulness at all. He steps only once towards me and suddenly his face is radiating heat into mine as he says to me in this…breathy voice, “Let me introduce you to someone."

He grabs the toy from my hands, holds it near his face and kisses me like a bloodthirsty lunatic. He unravels the belt and loops it around my waist and presses me to the wall. He drops his pants and …what the hell is he… he puts the dildo in his mouth…staring at me, as he crouches to undress me from the waist. He keeps it in his mouth as he bends me over the table and drags the other end of that thing from his mouth across my crotch. This is so weird, what is he doing. I feel my face get warm in my cheeks, this is so weird. He tugs the belt and leans over me, and I hear his breath as he pulls that thing out of his mouth. He suctions it to the table near near my face. Its wagging back and forth, it’s in the corner of my eye even as I shut them.

Luciano: “I am going to wreck this bitch.” I think to myself as I sweep my foot between her ankle, and wedge her legs further apart. I tell her, "Miss Swan, you haven't been formally introduced to my history.” I pull her head up so she can see me in the reflection of the glass of our family portrait. I say with every word hitting her with my breath: “I was known as the Demon of Milan"

I graze my hand over her thigh and squeeze with my sweating palm, her eyes are afraid but intrigued... I press my torso into her and whisper into her neck, “Do you want to play how many fingers, bella...” I wait to hear her reply. There is only breaths. Every motion I make, that toy is waving and cheering me on. She is going to leave me, at the end of this, I better make it count.

I drag my fingers over her from the outside, and press them against just enough where I’m almost pulled in, but I stay outside, she is… definitely responding, I smile to myself and say, “You want them all don’t you, my little whore.” I start slow, from one, then to two, but she rocking into me by the time I get to three. Curling my fingers feeling her gripping me in. I spreads her legs further and I introduce number four. I want to hear her beg for me now.

“I think you can take them all, you’re hungry, you’re slick, you need them don’t you. I want you to hurt baby, I want you to stumble and stammer.”

Aria: My mind is wrestling with pleasure and embarrassment. I’m embarrassed not because of what he’s doing, but, I'm just so wet, what if I'm not tight enough. What if he thinks I'm disgusting. I’ve never been… I’ve never had more than three… Oh god. Should I squeeze more? Is he going to think less of me if I’m able to take all of them? But, what if I can't, I don't want to disappoint him, but... I've never done this. If I can't do it, he’ll continue to worship me like I’m a delicate little flower, but fuck I want to be treated like a whore. His whore. God yes. I groan and he presses into me more, I press back signaling my acceptance. He withdraws his four fingers, and wipes my sparkling fluid on my own ass after a smack. He asks me again as I dip downwards, “How many fingers my love, do you want them all…tell me you want them…” He pulls the belt again.

I can’t even open my eyes, I just focus on my grip on the table, “Luca, what the fuck, oh my God. Yes please, do it to me please.”

I feel cold when he pulls back immediately, and stops, and says flatly, “That was pathetic." There is silence in the room. I only hear my breath and the floor creak under his foot. I remember we're in the dining room. He straightens his posture behind me, as I am still bent over, drool near my cheek on the table. I feel his body as he leans over me and says coldly, "You should be familiar with proper begging, as I beg for you like a crazed junkie needing a fix. You need to beg harder than that." He sighs and turns almost to walk away as he says, "I don't think you really want it.”

But then, he turns, removes the dildo from the table and stuffs it inside me, rotating it in circles, not even thrusting. His arm brushing against my leg. He’s tormenting me but I just don’t want him to stop. I wish I could see him as he’s doing this, all I picture is my typically submissive husband, pampering himself in the mirror like a girl on prom night, telling me about how his suits don’t work for him anymore and he needs a fresh look. He worries about his cuticles, he cried yesterday when I killed a spider. Now he’s got half his fist in me shouting “Tell me you want them. You need them.”

Luciano: She's always so composed, my beautiful volcano, but mio dio... when she’s a mess like this? Her cries, she sings out in desperation “LUCA PLEASE. YES. PLEASE. FUCK.” I reassure her and whisper, “That’s better tesoro, see, isn’t this fun, changing it up.” I kiss her neck and squeeze her hand, rubbing my finger over her trembling ecstasy. I sniff through my nostril, feeling like a wolf, and command her “I know you want to take me in. But you only get my fist right now, you don’t get my cock until I say.” I move my hand back to her and narrow my fingers flat.” I grab a handful of her hair with my free hand and pull her head away from the table so she can get a good hard look at my face as I stuff her like a Thanksgiving turkey. I feel her warmth moving up around my wrist, squeezing against me like a vice. “Fuck Aria, you’re a natural whore aren’t you, yes?” I pull the belt and continue to give her what she wants. She’s rigid and arching into me now, I slow down and ask “Are you ok?” She says through exhales only, “Yes puppy, please don’t stop” “Okay. Let’s keep going, yes?” “YES” she screams.

I continue and withdraw my waterlogged hand, dripping down my forearm, I smear it on her back and on my mouth. “You’re going to need a shower love…” I lick my hand to taste how much she needs me. I smile at her as she stares at me, her wide eyes urging me for more. “I'm sorry for the mess you've made here. Hmm. No. I kid, I’m not sorry, not one bit. HA!” I laugh under my breath and guide myself against her with my anxious cock. “Though maybe we need therapy, huh?” I joke. She screams at me, “SHUT UP LUCA and FUCK ME.” “Yes whore, of course. As you command.” I enter and see my toy dancing on the table with every thrust, I lean over and release it from the table using one hooked finger and my whore mouth, as I continue to drive into her now, her and I both stuffed like little sluts. I am pressed into her back, and I keep it secure around my lips, I get harder hearing myself making muffled groans.

She explodes into orgasm, heavy, her shaking legs awkwardly spread in front of me, but I must keep myself from finishing. I’m not done yet. Oh god. If I just …maybe I just stop here, she doesn’t need to know now, does she? Maybe this is enough to cover me? No. No I must do it. Maybe a part of me wants this relationship to die because I can’t help myself but going to the real show now. Shit. Am I really ready to say goodbye to everything, just to get off? Yes. Yes I am. What the fuck is my problem.

Aria: He leans back, still hard, but my heart is restless, I am an abstract mass of twirling vibrations. He looks like he has so much more in him somehow, how am I going to… I can barely stand. He still has that dominating stance, but his face, his face is soft again, his face is the one I remember, but now…more frail. Almost, as if he is grieving. His shoulders drop and he hands me the dildo. His eyes a sad flame, as he says with dissociation in his throat, "Fuck me Aria" I can feel at this moment, that I am instantaneously red in the face. He softens his face into a plea, "Per favore, per favore, fuck me like an angel." He turns around, and guides my hand into teasing him from behind.

I realize the windows are open, and I look back at him, he shakes his head no, “Please, keep them open, I want someone to see you own me. I am your pet, I have misbehaved terribly. Put me back in my place, please teach me respect.”

I am back in my territory again, but in a new world entirely. I’m familiar with how to handle his slave boy games, but this, this is… Well… I’m willing to try, I can’t say no to that face. Especially after the fireworks he gave me a moment ago, goddamn. That smug bastard knew what he was doing. Little fuckwit, I grab his hair and yank his head back, I stare at the open window and at him, "no one gets this part of you but me, fuckboy.” He swallows and says in a breathy tone, “I am barely a fuckboy, I’m your bitch. I’m your princess, a damsel in distress. Please take me away.” I laugh a little. Damsel in distress? Really? His expression, is almost holy, as he looks up at me. He is serious. I’m holding this, this dildo, it's still freshly coated from my body, and he’s staring back over his shoulder, staring both at me and this fucking thing. I don’t know if I can do this, this is a bit much.

He sees my uncertainty, and he gently wraps his hand around mine, and guides it to himself. He dances his hips around the end of it. He is practically growling now. “Per favore... non sono niente, sono debole.” (Please, I'm nothing, I'm weak). He wipes my fluid still on his hand and rubs it over himself to prepare. The moments are happening so fast, but at a dead stillness at the same time, he guides my hand to press the tip inside, with my own fluid into him as I fuck him. He gasps, and quivers. He says, “We blend my love, fuck me like a bad girl ought to be fucked.” he groans with just the edge of the toy spreading him open.

Luciano: As leans down, I barely see that she's still nude from the waist down, dripping next to my feet now, my legs wide apart, I’m once again, on my hands and knees, my favorite place to perch, but this time, she fucks me like a sorceress, and I am her little fucking bitch under her spell. She slowly presses it further, and asks me, “you ready, princess?”

“Si!!! Please!!! I'm ready, my angel, tesoro, please fuck me, fuck me fuck me FUCK ME, I beg you, please I'll do anything! I need you to fuck me, ” I pant. She pulls it out slightly, and smacks my leg as she corrects me, “Luca that’s not the language a refined princess should be using.” I whimper, genuinely, whimpering because I think I might just die here from embarrassment, I can’t believe I’m letting her do this to me, and I can’t believe she’s doing it. She’ll never see me the same, she will leave me. I thud my head to the floor, overwhelmed. “Mi dispiace, sono la tua principessa, per favore prendimi. Sono tua, per favore salvami da questo mostro che è in me.” (I'm sorry, i am your princess, please take me. I am yours, please rescue me from this monster in me.)

Aria: He starts grooving into me, to show me the pacing. His voice drifts through the room like a black smoke, “yes Aria, like that, oh fuUuUUck” he drops lower. I feel his heartbeat racing in my fingertips everytime I collide into him. With one hand, I take his belt off my waist, and slowly drag it down his back like a confession. He is going to lose it any moment, I’m going to make him come. I say through my teeth, a little spit escapes and falls on his leg, “Come for me baby. I love this side of you, you fucking ANIMAL!!!” I scream into him and he bounces back into me as I fuck him. He loses it and “oh fuckkk!! Sto arrivando, cazzo!!” (I'm coming, fuck!!) he yearns out.

He falls to the floor like a corpse. No elegance at all. Wheezing.

He doesn’t open his eyes. His face is bright red. His voice cracks and tears well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry Aria, please don’t leave me... I am so disgusting.” He covers his face with his hands.

My heart breaks for him, he clearly thinks I would leave him after we just danced through heaven and hell? I say in a soft voice, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. You ARE disgusting and that’s why I’m never letting you out of my sight, you glorious FREAK of nature. I love you.”

He weeps, covered in sweat, “And now I cry like a bitch, mio dio what are you doing with me. You can do better than me. I am pathetic.”

“Luca, no. You are perfection. Please don’t be upset, this was...”

“This was... was a horrible act of sin, an abomination, I need to go to confession, Saturday, I go, you come with me, we scrub ourselves of this. I am so sorry. Oh Christ I am sorry. I’ve damned us both.” He cries harder, moving his leg over himself to hide.

“STOP IT.” I kiss him on the corner of the mouth and push his hair out of his face. He puts my hand on his face and holds it there. I feel a tear drop of his fall on my knuckle. I rub his cheek with my thumb and tell him with my words and my hands, “You have nothing to be ashamed of, you are not for everyone, no of course not, no one understands you like I do. That is why you can never leave me.” He is mine. No one can touch him. He is mine. My fucking freak.

“I would never, my love. And I would never be with anyone, I hope you really didn’t think I actually was with someone else...?”

“I did think that, but only because I’m so afraid of losing you. But now I know this whole other side of you, and I feel so much closer to you now Luca. Never hide. Not from me. Not ever.”

“I love you, I don’t know why you love me, but I love you.” He sniffs and kisses me. The heaviness in the room evaporates and we are high on each other again. I could drink him in all night. He needs me as much as I need him. He says again, “why the hell do you love me.”

“You don’t have to understand, just love me back. Everything is okay. I love you my little demon fuck boy.”

He huffs and flicks his hair back, “It was Demon of Milan dear, get it right.” He gives me that grin again like he owns the place.

“No. Your name is fuck boy.”

“Yes Miss Swan. Mi dispiace. Fuck boy.”