The Softening

ELENA'S POV;

I nearly gasped the moment he wiped my tears so gently.

I began to have mixed emotions.

Why did he do that? Why had he killed my uncle? For me?

I would never have thought, because I didn't even know my uncle was dead until now.

But all I wanted was to escape the clutches of that man.

Something I thought was a far fetched reach.

I never thought my uncle even had anything to do with a mafia man. It turned out he did.

And I don't know why the words came out of my mouth but...

"Was there any other reason my uncle sold me to you?" I blurted. "I know it wasn't just for money."

"Your uncle owed me a huge amount of money. And when he noticed he couldn't pay the debts, he decided to offer you to me for a price. He was quite cunning, but I was willing to pay the price the moment I got a picture of you."

"From the way you speak, how are you so sure that he abused me?"

"I have men everywhere. Your uncle was one of my targets and my men always informed me about the way he always treated you and I decided to personally keep close tabs on you."

"But how did my uncle get to know you?" I asked and I noticed his hand caressing my exposed thighs.

"Your uncle and I had history. That's all you need to know Elena." He kissed my neck, still caressing my thighs. That only heightened my curiosity. "Continue with what you're writing."

I took the pen and continued to write, but he seemed to be so engrossed with my body and it was really distracting me.

I tried taking his hand away from my skin but it was useless. His lips touched my neck again, and I stifled a moan.

"Don't stop writing." He said as his hands caressed my skin up to my cunt. I wasn't wearing any panties.

I breathed in but continued writing. I gasped when I noticed what I wrote.

He glanced over my shoulder and looked at it and burst out laughing. A sincere laughter.

"Was that part of what you were supposed to write? 'Heat?'" He questioned, whispering the last part.

"I..." I had nothing to say and this time he didn't resist his thumb working on my pussy.

I remembered what happened earlier and didn't want a repeat of that so I tried to shift.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt." He said and plunged two fingers into me straight.

"Oh." He worked on my walls, causing me to have so much pleasure.

My walls hadn't exactly healed yet from earlier. Then he pulled out.

I whimpered, especially when I noticed he was hard, again. I didn't think I could go anymore.

What happened that time at the club...

"I won't hurt you, I promise." He assured me and it really confused me coming from him.

He promised he wouldn't hurt me? Antonio? The heartless mafia?

I heard him unzipped as I rose up a little.

"Sit." He commanded and I was scared, what if it was like before? "Sit, trust me." He said.

The things he had said were shocking to me especially from the fact that they were coming from him.

I lowered myself and it seemed like a long way down.

But the moment I felt him in my entrance, I didn't hesitate to lower myself further.

"Oh." It was beginning to hurt.

"You can take it all baby." I whimpered

"It hurts." I said and he stopped me from moving further, allowing me to adjust to his size.

I was stunned by how gentle he was being.

He began to gently move in and out of me, not forcing me to take all of him.

"I don't know what you're doing to me, because I don't go easy on my women." After a while, I was beginning to sense only pleasure.

My moans escaped my lips unintentionally. He kissed my neck tenderly adding to the pleasure.

It got me asking, was this Antonio or someone else? He slowly eased me down his shaft.

In as much as it stretched me, it didn't hurt me as much anymore.

It was a whole new feeling of pleasure.

"Your walls are so fucking warm and tight. I could cum in you right now." He said with a stretched moan.

I thought I couldn't fit, but it turned out that I was able to take him whole.

He went easy on me, slowly thrusting upwards.

"Ohh, fuck." He grunted while I was a moaning mess. "See how well you take my dick little slut?"

There was something about when he talked dirty. It made me ache more, and wetter.

"Hmm." Was all I could mutter.

"My cock is wet with your juice, glistening. You're such a dirty slut. I've always known it. You're not as innocent as you look." He licked my earlobe, causing me to shudder.

His thrust became faster, and even though there was a slight pain I wasn't bothered by that because the pleasure was intense, so intense. Then he hit a spot.

"Fuck, daddy!" He paused. Even I was stunned by the words that left my mouth.

"What did you just say?"

"Umm."

"Say it again."

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Say it again, I want to hear you call me that."

"I don't...it was inten..."

"Did I ask you if it was? I said say it again."

"Daddy?"

"Fuck. Again."

"Daddy." He thrusted so hard into me, it hit my g-spot.

I closed my eyes from the intense pleasure because I couldn't fathom the amount of it that vibrated through my body.

"Now you're going to keep calling me that till I rip your fucking pussy. Stand." I did and he moved his chair back before rising. He instantly plunged into me. I cried out with pleasure.

"Antonio." He slapped my ass and I got the indication. I couldn't help myself, he was so good. I felt myself reaching climax and my mouth hung open as a result. "Daddy." I whimpered.

"You want to cum badly, little slut is that what you want?" I bobbed my head rapidly. "Dirty girl, so needy for me."

"Hmm." I felt a warm liquid pour out of me as I released. Soon he came on my ass and slapped it hard. But I only dripped with cum.

I noticed a file on his desk. The name caught my eye even though it had other files on top of it, but then it had the name '....th Field'.

I furrowed my brows. Could it be what I was thinking?

There were only two from my family who had their first names end with 'th' and that was my uncle and my father.

I couldn't help but feel there was more to what transpired between my uncle and Antonio.

"Let's get you a better outfit." He said. "We ought to be getting what you need by now." He zipped up and lifted me right after.

I yelped at the sudden action. But I succumbed to his strong arms. Even though my mind wandered

Considering how small I was compared to him, his embrace was warm and comfortable causing me to feel safe.

Then he got out of his office with me in his arms and my head on his chest. I could hear the soft thumping of his heart.

But I sensed there was something he was hiding. What history did this man have, really?