I was told by Dad, and even Valentino, not to ask questions about the business. Even if I had heard little tidbits here and there over the years, I was good at pretending not to know what was going on.
And besides, I didn’t think Elio would tell me anyway, even if I did ask him.
So instead, I did what I could to bring him comfort.
I grabbed his hand and kissed it. He turned to look at me briefly, and for a small moment, his eyes softened.
“I’m sorry. I’m not really good company for tonight.”
I placed his hand on my lap, playing with it while looking ahead at the road in front of us. We were on our way to his house.
“That’s okay. We don’t have to talk or do anything. Tonight can just be a night of low expectations.”
“Low expectations,” he said quietly. Then, “I don’t think I want you to have low expectations when I fuck you tonight.”
I laughed. “You’re horrible.”
He didn’t laugh. “I’m not kidding.”
I took in a deep inhale. And just like that, he turned me into mush.
“Can’t you drive a little faster?” I asked.
Elio didn’t.
I let out a small whine when it looked like he had slowed down a little.
“Elio.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled his hand away from mine and cupped me between my legs.
God.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
I did as he asked, and he squeezed me before starting to play with my pussy.
My head fell back against the headrest, and I closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensation.
He slapped me hard.
I yelped and opened my eyes to glare at him, causing him to smile wickedly at me. “Keep your eyes open, baby. Don’t want you to fall asleep on me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I muttered. How would I ever fall asleep on Elio when he was touching me like this?
“Please, Elio. You’re killing me.”
He chuckled darkly. “Killing you? Never. I would never hurt you, my baby. Don’t you know that?”
And he contradicted his words when he pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy a few times.
I screeched, my hand moving over to the seatbelt. “Elio!”
He laughed. “Are you wet for me?”
I was not going to answer that. I made a small noncommittal sound in the back of my throat, and he slapped my pussy again.
“Stop,” I groaned out, not sure if I truly meant it.
