Be My Naked Love

“Fix this tire and let’s get going!”Andre shouted at his driver. The car’s true, the one on the right at the back got burst. The driver was already replacing it with a spare but Andre could not just take chill pills, he was in a massive hurry.

*****

Eight minutes later, they were back moving on the road. Vanessa’s house was still over twenty minutes from where he was.

“Can you not go faster?”, Andre yelled again he was not happy with the car’s movement. He was running out of time.

*****

“He is here”, Trey said calmly as he started crying. Vanessa was crying also. She hugged her brother like she was never going to let go of him. Lance also came in for the hug.

“That’s enough. Let’s go”, Andre yelled, pulling Vanessa with him.

“Hey wait, I have some questions for you”, Lance called him back.

“Why did you say you are leaving early? Are you going out of town?”, he asked.

“Oh that really, well I am not. I just have a meeting to attend and I want her to go with me”, he answered.

“When can we come visit her or she visit us?”, Trey interrupted their conversation with his question.

“You can come any day but just twice a week. We would be at my house or the club”, Andre answered.

*****

This sent a relief to them, but not to Vanessa. She had known him so much she knew he had just told lies.

“You are not going with any clothes. You do not need to go with them. I have my special prisoner’s clothes for you. Drop your luggage and meet me in the car right now”, he ordered.

Saying this, she was so very much convinced he was taking her out of town.

*****

About forty three minutes into the journey, after a perfect silence in the car, Vanessa said some words asking Andre a question.

“Why did you lie to them?”, she said authoritatively.

“You are a prisoner. You don’t ask me questions or tell me what to do!”, he answered her very loudly.

“Where are you f**king taking me to?”, she asked loudly.

“If you won’t shut the f*ck up and don’t yell at me, you are not getting any response from me”, he answered.

“Okay fine. Please where are you taking me to?”, she asked in a mild tone.

“Italy”, he answered calmly too.

“It-, Italy”, she stammered. Andre did not respond to her anymore. He had put his headphones on.

*****

Vanessa’s head became the land of thoughts. She had different thoughts in her head. Going to Italy was a dream come true. Italy to her was a land of memories and she was on the verge of going to create a new memory. She had always loved everything about Italy. Her favorite meals were The Italian Pasta and Pizza. There was an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills, it was her favorite and most visited restaurant. Her celebrity crush is a football player in Italy. He is also from Italy. His name is Sandro Tonali. She was a fan of AC Milan, an Italian Football Club in the City of Milan. Her favorite music artist is Elisa Toffoli, an Italian Woman. She was obsessed with the culture of the Italian people. She was feeling happy about it then she remembered, she was going there as a prisoner and not a free person. The sad thoughts continued to flow in her family members were lied to and would be worried about her. It was also here that her mother had travelled to before she was reportedly said to have been involved in a plane crash.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

*****

Andre already had it planned out that he could fly Vanessa out to Italy. They were going on a private jet, it cost him a lot but it was successful.

“I am taking that”, he said as she dragged away her phone and gave it to one of his soldiers.

“Prisoners are not allowed to use gadgets”, he added.

*****

Andre’s POV,

There she was again. My cock instantly grew hard as steel. I could almost smell her hair, feel the smoothness of her skin – I could almost feel it.

The car stopped. I grabbed my jacket and stepped out. The other guys I’d taken with me were already waiting on the tarmac. I greeted the pilot as I entered the plane and sat down in the soft seat. A flight attendant passed me a glass of whisky with a single ice cube. I glanced at her. She knew my tastes. I sent her a blank look, while she blushed and smiled flirtatiously. I seized Vanessa by the hand and pulled her with me toward the private part of the jet.

“Take off!” I called the pilot, and closed the door, locking the girl and myself in. I shot out an arm, clasping my hand over her neck and pushing her against the wall. I fixed her with a gaze. She was terrified. I closed the distance between us,

allowed our mouths to touch, and bit her lower lip. She moaned. Her arms hung limply along her body and she stared straight into my eyes. I seized her by the hair and pulled, tilting her head back. Her eyes closed and she moaned again. Such a beauty, so girlish.

*****

“Kneel,” I growled, pushing her down. She did as she was ordered without hesitation. I purred, praising her submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along her lips. They parted obediently.

I had never even talked to this girl about this before, but she immediately knew what she was supposed to do. I gently pushed her head against the wall and unzipped my pants. Vanessa swallowed loudly, her enormous eyes still fastened on mine.

“Keep your eyes closed,” I said gently, my thumb moving across her eyelids.

“You’ll only open them when I tell you”.

*****

My cock sprang from my pants, rock-hard, almost painfully stiff. It rested on the girl’s lips, and she obediently opened her mouth. Wide.

You don’t have any idea what’s coming, darling, I thought, and pushed my prick all the way in, holding her head so she couldn’t move. I felt her choking, and thrust even deeper. Oh yes, I loved it when their eyes snapped wide open in terror, as if they really thought they’d suffocate. I withdrew. Slowly. Then I stroked her cheek in a tender, delicate gesture. I observed her calming down, licking her lips clean of the thick spittle that came deep from her throat.

“I’ll fuck your mouth,” I said. She was trembling. “May I?”

My face expressed nothing—no smile, no emotion. For a moment, the girl stared at me with those huge eyes, finally nodding her consent.

“Thank you,” I breathed, caressing her cheeks with both hands. I leaned her head further back against the wall and slid myself along her tongue all the way to her throat. She clasped her lips around my cock. Oh yes! My hips began to thrust,

hard. I could feel her fighting for a breath, so I gripped her harder. That’s it! Her nails bit painfully into my thighs. At first she tried to push me away, then to simply hurt me, scratching my skin. I liked it. I liked it when they fought when they were helpless against my strength. I clenched my hands on her hair even harder, seeing the lust in her stare. I couldn’t last any longer. Two more hard

strokes and I froze, while my jizz spurted out from my shaft, filling the girl’s throat, choking her. I opened my eyes and looked at her smeared makeup. I withdrew a fraction, making some space.

“Swallow,” I growled, pulling her hair once more.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she complied. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she collapsed back on her heels, sliding down the wall.

“Now lick it.” The girl froze. “Lick it clean.”

I propped my arms against the wall in front of me and glared at her menacingly. She hoisted herself up again and grabbed my manhood in one slender

hand, starting to lick off the remains of my seed. I smiled faintly, watching as she did her best. When I decided it was enough, I pulled away and zipped my pants.

“Thank you.” I offered her a steadying hand as she pushed herself up, standing next to me on slightly shaky legs. “The bathroom is there,” I said, pointing her in the right direction. She nodded and headed towards the door.