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##Faithful

Emily

I open my eyes and I can only see figures everywhere, maybe I haven't woken up yet and I'm in a nightmare. Maybe I passed out at karaoke and had this horrible dream about Joe torturing a man. And what I felt with all of that... But when I see him approach with a beautiful but at the same time somber smile, I know it's not a dream, he's really here. Gradually my blurry vision returns to normal and then I can see her beautiful face clearly.

"Hello my sweet." Joe whispers and takes my hand leaving a kiss on the palm.

"Joe..." I stammer but uncontrollable tears wash over me. "Take me home, please." I ask softly.

"Not yet. We have a lot to talk about, don't you think?" He talks and keeps smiling. His smile gives me goosebumps.

"What do you want to talk about? I just want to go home." I do one more time.

"Look at me, right into my eyes..." He cups my face in his big hands and makes my eyes meet the dark depths of his.

"I'm...I'm looking..." I whisper softly lost and disconcerted by the mixed feelings I feel as I look into him.

"What did you feel?" Inquires and caresses my face, like a cat I squirm seeking his touch and words would not explain how ridiculous I feel about it. "I mean, how did you feel when you heard what that man did?"

"I don't know…" I shake my head in confusion.

"Please, of course you do. Just tell me, no one will judge you. What did you feel, bella mia?"

"Joe..."

"What did you feel?" He insists and my good nature tells me one thing, another side of me says another. I close my eyes on a battle waged. "What did you feel, Emilia?" Looking deep into my eyes, I let out what I really felt at that moment.

"Relief..." I confess with fear and difficulty. "I... I felt relief." I admit it with tears in my eyes.

"I knew." He speaks and pulls my body into his arms. "I knew that deep down you were sensible too. There had to be some explanation for what I felt when I first saw you." He breathes in my scent and kisses my neck.

With all the confusion of feelings, the pain of feeling relieved to see that man getting what he deserved for having committed an atrocity, I no longer want the ability to reason about what is right. That 's a word that no longer fits in my vocabulary. Political correctness died for me today. Look where I am, having an affair with a murderer and just confessing to feeling relieved at a man's punishment.

Now I know what Joe is capable of, he has no mercy for those who do evil, he likes that. I could see his face delight in giving the criminal what he deserved. I feel something anesthetize inside me, I no longer feel guilt, pity or condemn myself for anything. It's a strange feeling, but good and liberating.

"Do you still want to challenge me?" He asks me stroking my hair.

"No... I don't want to..." I answer. "But... I wanted to say something."

"Whatever you want, I'm ready to listen to you at any time, my pretty one." I automatically wonder if he treats others this way.

"Is it me and only me, in your bed, or…" I start, knowing it won't do any good, but he cuts me off.

"Nothing happened last night." I knew Joe had no reason to lie to me, so I felt a ridiculous wave of relief wash over me.

When I found out about the women with him at the club, I felt so bad, I felt my pride hurt, I felt betrayed. In fact, I realize now that I felt terrified of the idea. I had been jealous and furious, tormented by the thought of him with another woman.

"I didn't touch them. I just went to clear my head, you made me angry with your childish attitude."

"Did you spend the whole night there?" I ask even though I don't want to seem possessive.

"No, I only stayed there for an hour, drinking. After that I went to a hotel, alone." Explains looking into my eyes.

"Did you get dressed while you were there?" I feel angry with myself for asking this many questions, Joe can't know I care.

And... I don't care, of course.

"Yes. I had your body minutes before, do you really think I could touch another woman?" He nods and I swallow hard.

Joe

After having tortured a man, now I am the one who feels tortured. Why don't I just send her out of my life? After all, I never had to go to any lengths to get all kinds of women in my fucking bed. But it turns out that Emilia isn't like "all kinds", she's different and unique, and maybe that's why I'm obsessed with her. As much as I try to maintain control at all times, I feel like the desire for her is killing me. He would be capable of anything, just to be inside her.

I look at her intensely, I feel her body tremble in my arms and then she faces me again, without saying a word she gets up and runs to the bathroom, I frown when I hear the noise of the water and gargle. She's washing her mouth out from throwing up.

When she comes back, soon I snuggle her in my arms like before. Then she looks at me with her green eyes shining.

"Can you be faithful? At least as long as we have this arrangement. I won't be able to take on other women, I really won't. As much as you make me, I know who I am. At least there's something I haven't lost, and It's my personality." She says with a soft voice and refreshing breath.

Damn, she's pretty persistent.

But as of right now, I'm back in affectionate mode, I grant her request. Still feeling satisfied to see her asking me to be hers, hers alone.

"Yes. Is that all right?" I say and looks at me with surprise, would I find it so difficult for her to be faithful?

"But…" She murmurs.

"No buts. I agreed with you, I gave you what you want."

I make it happen and pull Emília closer, thus sliding my lips on her neck with white skin and extremely smelling. I can feel her every sensation, feel it now as waves of heat hit her body, making her shiver and moan softly.

I lay her down on the bed and press her body against the sheets with mine and give her a deep, thirsty kiss. Making her feel the pressure of my body against hers, I see when she can't resist and starts to slide her hands on my shoulders and chest, I'm surprised when she gets her wish and lifts my shirt with the intention of taking it off.

I let out a hoarse and satisfied laugh of pleasure, little by little she will surrender to me. With one of my hands, I go down to her breasts and squeeze lightly, then hear her low and restrained moan. Her hands are so desperate to touch my warm skin that she is constantly looking for contact with my body, I see in her eyes the anxiety to taste the pleasure that only I can give her. I take her hand and put it on my powerful erection almost tearing my pants, I kiss her lips so sensually that her body trembles under me.

With the same movements as her, I move my hand down to touch her small, hairless pussy. It's so beautiful that I could spend hours just looking at it. As I run one of my fingers over the opening, I can feel her wetting my hand, all excited.

"You're so soaked... Just for me, aren't you?" I question and she nods with her face boiling hot.

I move my finger skillfully across her swollen, sensitive clit as she shudders and cries out in pleasure at me less than five minutes into flooding my hand with her orgasm. I kiss all her skin while she still has spasms of pleasure, I delight in the scene of her lips moaning for me and I growl with an uncontrollable lust, but I still need to control myself with her, so that later I can show her who I am in bed.

I get up from the bed and remove all of his clothes, then just unzip my pants with impatient hands and pull my dick out. His eyes, which are now blue, look at me with desire and curiosity. Her body is burning with pleasure, I can clearly see how she is almost begging me to get inside her and leave her without walking the next day.

I lie back down on her small body, fitting myself there, I hold my cock and find her moist and pulsating middle, I let out a hoarse moan when I place my head in her welcoming and soft entrance. She arches her body as I penetrate slowly until she gets used to it, it's only the second time and it takes care like the first, she's so small and tight I can feel her flesh and her walls sliding.

As I place every inch slowly, I play with her breasts and watch her almost cry with pleasure. That little girl can try to control me, sometimes I can let her do that, just for fun, but now I'm in control.

And in the moments that followed there wasn't a moment when she wasn't moaning and writhing in pleasure, begging me not to stop taking her body with heat and fire.

Until in a moment she had another orgasm, and this one was so strong that her whole body shook, she hugged me and bit my shoulder hard in an attempt to control her body. The pleasure was so delirious that I couldn't hold back and took my cock covering her entire body with my hot liquid.

"You are incredible." Is all I manage to say with a panting breath. I leave a kiss on her forehead and realize she can't move her legs.

So what if I never needed to be faithful before? She has everything I want and need at the moment, when the day I finally get tired of her, I can go back to being the man I used to be. I don't care that she is Emílio's daughter, she is the most charming person I have ever met in my life.

"We need a shower." I speak and take her in my arms, her body is still soft, I smile victoriously for leaving her like that.