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But instead of pulling his hand away, he leaves it there, kneading my globe as the last joints on each digit curve as he digs his grip into my body.
“Are you going to cut this shit out and be good?” he asks.
“I don’t know, Daddy. I’m not sure.”
His hand raises up and he spanks me again, causing me to whimper.
“You’ll do as you’re told while we’re both under this roof. Capisce?”
“I think so, but I’m still not one hundred percent sure. I might need some more discipline,” I antagonize.
“You need a psychiatrist, bambina,” he says, spanking me in rapid succession before holding his hand on the last spank and thrusting his hips forward into my backside, my front slamming into the edge of the counter where the sink sits.
“Everything ok in there?” a voice says, and suddenly he pulls away. I turn on the faucet and take a big drink, letting the water run down my throat.
Gio takes two steps, grabs my shorts, and tosses them at me, landing right on my chest, before he walks into the other room…but not before he shoots me a look over his shoulder before he’s out of sight.
“Yeah, we were just about to do the dishes,” I hear him say as I slide into my shorts, feeling both alive and defeated at the same time. How far was Gio going to take that just now before my dad woke up?
“Dishes? Italian men don’t do dishes,” my dad half-jokingly says. “Plus you’re our guest, and tonight you’re my guest for a big night out.”
“Night out?”
“Yeah, I made reservations.”
My ears perk up and I wonder what dad’s talking about. He never goes out so it’s not like I can guess from his favorite places because his favorite place is either behind the screen of his laptop or on the couch in front of the tv.
“Yeah, we should get out of the house,” Gio says, with a knowing tone. “Leave Gabriella in peace.”
Peace is the farthest from what I’d describe my current condition right now. My nipples are still taut, my nub still throbbing, and I know my butt is red as a tomato. I can’t wait to get to the bathroom to look in the mirror and see if he left a handprint.
“Exactly. She’s going to be surrounded by boys come this time next week. That and a roommate, so it’s better to give her some alone time before the madness of college life begins.”
And that is exactly my problem. Boys. I’m not interested in boys. I want a man, a real man like Gio. And not a man like Gio, but him and only him. The only man I’ve ever wanted and the one who’s here now, finally. The one whose skin I was able to get under, and who almost put his flesh into mine. At least he might have if that had lasted another minute or two.
“Agreed,” Gio says. “She doesn’t need to be around a couple of old guys like us. This time next week she won’t even remember we exist,” he throws on top of the innuendo cake.
Before I have the chance to march into the other room and profess my feelings for him right in front of both of them I hear a door shut and know the two men are headed outback. Well, one man and my dad at least. But maybe it’s good that my dad isn’t exactly the most macho guy in the world, as it’s led me to want that kind of strict father figure type…and want it from his best friend.
But what I want right now is to know where they’re going tonight so I can come up with a plan. Surely they’ll come home drunk and I can make a play at Gio again, knowing he’ll be down here on the couch with nowhere to run, and if he’s inebriated he won’t be able to resist the ne
ed I felt from his body.
But why cut it close? Because time is of the essence here and I need to maximize every second I’ve got.
Tiptoeing upstairs I slowly crack open my dad’s bedroom door, Nancy Drewing my way through his things before my eye catches something inside his underwear drawer, the sight of his tighty whities only reaffirming he’s my dad, and not my Daddy.
Next to his underwear sits huge stacks of one dollar bills, enough that a cop could come in here and arrest him for robbing a Dollar General on sight, but the sight of what’s next to the single bills perks my interest the most. One free private dance ticket for tonight only…at the strip club.
I close my eyes and shake my head. It makes complete sense. My parent’s marriage had been passionless for some time, and with my mom out of the picture now, and bad boy Gio in town, my dad’s probably looking to explore his ‘wild side.’ Of course, his wild side probably equates to getting piss drunk before he even leaves the house and throwing up on stage before he’s been there half an hour…and then Gio babysitting him the entire night.
And that’s exactly why I’ve got to get to Gio before my dad does something that prohibits that.
My mind dreams up a few plans, but my grey matter is distracted by the thought of Gio putting his hands on another woman, or worse yet, another woman putting her hands on him. A big man, corded with muscles, who peppers in Italian words when conversing? Yeah, women aren’t going to go for that at all, I say to myself sarcastically.
But if it’s a competition for Gio’s attention and affection then I’m up for the challenge. I didn’t run the marathon to stop at the last mile. I’m in it to win it, and the prize is the man I’ve always wanted, and most surely a prize that every other woman tonight will be after as well.
But how is a young girl like me going to compete against women with big fake perfect gravity-defying moves and probably vaginal tricks that rival what I’ve heard about goes on in underground establishments in Bangkok?
