Sua Farfalla

Figlio mio

(A/N: You know something nasty's gonna happen on this chapter, so watch out for your pure mind... if you still have one...‍♀️).

Jenna's POV:

"Tsk tsk, farfalla", Alonzo said huskily taking me by surprise with the way he responded to my story. 

"What stuff were you doing exactly, huh?", he asked.

Oh fuck... busted.

The thought of lying to him did pop into my mind, but what's the point? 

1) He'll see right through it. 

2) He's handcuffed to the desk, so he can't really do much. 

3) I wouldn't mind having a little fun with this Italian goon.

So letting my inner provocative self emerge from the back of my soul, I sat back in my mind and let her handle this one, excited to see how this would end.

"Well, you see", I began softly, my voice becoming lighter and more seductive by the second. "After I got out of here I couldn't get you out of my mind".

I could see he was becoming impatient, as if he wanted to do something, just not yet.

"And I had to do something about that, because I felt my body being hot all over", I practically purred out. 

"So when I got home, I let my mind think of you. What you would do to me to fix my... issue".

I felt like I had the upper hand since all he could do was listen, but something about his daring eyes made me believe something else was going on here.

"And so what did you picture me doing, farfalla?", he asked, his voice filled with lust and amusement.

We want to act like a tough guy, huh? 

Like he is not affected by my words at all. Fine. 

Let's see if you can handle my actions as well.

"Well", I said moving one of my hands towards my face. "I'd lie on my bed, with my legs wide open. You'd hold my face, just like this. Then you'd start lowering it towards my chest, where you'd touch me just like this", I continued while squeezing the life out of my left breast.

"Uhum, and then what love?". His voice was distant, lustful, but at the same time taunting, as if daring me to continue with my dirty exposition. 

As if not believing I'd do it.

I said it once, and I'll say it again. 

Do NOT underestimate me when it comes to this... I'm not that innocent.

Deciding to give him just what he wanted, I closed my eyes while lowering my hand further towards my core, pleasure already showing on my face.

"And then you'd just touch me here, where I need you most, until I'd be a moaning and panting mess, making me cry out your name over and over till I couldn't stand it any more", I breathlessly said, knowing exactly that he couldn't possibly resist that speech.

I heard him move around on his chair, clearly showing he had a hard on from what I said, making me feel nothing but satisfaction to know that I managed to make him feel like he had made me.

It wasn't accidental though, I knew what I was doing. 

I was tempting the beast knowing once he got out of his cage, I'd be fucked... no pun intended

My eyes were still closed and my hand was still on my now wet s*x when I heard a weird metallic noise, followed by footsteps. 

I looked up to find Alonzo standing in front of me. 

His arms quickly stretched towards me, and in one swift movement, he had picked me up, forcing my legs to hold onto his waist.

"How did yo-", I began asking confused by the situation, only to be interrupted by my goon.

"The guards call me stupid, but they are the ones who forget how to properly handcuff an inmate like me", he said smugly before pacing towards the bed.

Once he reached it, he softly laid me on it and placed himself on top of me, trapping both my arms on top of my head with one hand of his.

An unsettlingly wicked smirk was plastered on his face, making my insides churn. 

'Yep, shouldn't have played with the beast honey', I internally told myself.

"So", he said, still pinning my hands down, preventing me from moving. "Is this how you pictured it, farfalla?" He huskily asked against my ear.

After a quick nod of my head, he grabbed my earlobe and started sucking on it while tracing his hand the way I had described it earlier, going from my face to my breasts, squeezing them deliciously hard like I knew he would.

By that time I was already moaning and panting for him, the real version being so much better than the one my imagination portrayed.

He then let go of my earlobe and started sucking on my neck and jawline, leaving little love bites all over. 

He stopped at a specific place in my neck, giving it such attention and sucking on it so hard that I knew it would be an angry violet when I left this prison.

His mouth moved up to my chin and stopped at my lips, looking deeply into my eyes as if they were the most precious things in the world.

His attacking hand stopped its movement on my breast, and we stayed like this, eye to eye, our breaths caressing each other's lips.

"Farfalla", he began saying with a voice so deep, I knew if his body touched me anywhere, even accidentally, I'd reach my climax already.

"My farfalla", he repeated, this time softly stroking my cheek while smiling so honestly and vulnerably, I thought I might die from cuteness overload.

My body was then flipped so that he'd be leaning against the headboard, and I'd be between his legs and against his chest.

I felt his hands softly pat my hair, relaxing my mind to an extent I would probably fall asleep if he continued his loving actions.

"My father was no loving man", he began saying after a few seconds, confusing me as to why this had anything to do with our previous situation, but knowing I should let him explain, I kept my mouth shut.

"Hell, he wasn't a father at all. All he was to me was a trainer, a very good one. We used to talk about stuff concerning our profession, nothing else".

With a deep sigh, he carried on talking with his sexy deep voice. 

"But one day though, I caught him looking at a photo of my mother with a sad look in his eyes. We never talked about her, I don't even know her name. 

He never wanted to tell me what it was, who she was".

Shocked by his words, I decided to turn so that my legs would go around his waist again and we could be face to face while he talked.

"I knew it pained him to talk about her, so I never asked, but that day... that day he said something I'll never forget".

His eyes were penetrating my own, enchanting me to the point where I had to reach out and caress his cheek to make sure this god in front of me was real. 

He was.

"He turned to me and quietly whispered: 'Figlio mio, your mother was as delicate as a butterfly. She was vulnerable and weak against the wrongness of this world, and I couldn't protect her from it.

A farfalla gives men like us meaning. They make us want to keep breathing. And now that she's gone...

You need to find yours Alonzo, and once you do, don't let her go. 

You'll know when you find her, you'll feel it. 

She'll give your life meaning, she'll bring peace to your tainted soul.

But don't mistake their presence for a permanent one, don't take them for granted. I neglected mine and saw what happened... she flew away. 

I didn't deserve her, I never did, but it was my job to make her see how much I needed her... and I failed.

Son, no matter what you do or who you become, if you're ever lucky enough to find your farfalla, bare in mind she must always come first".

-

Silence consumed us after his revelation, us still sitting in the same position, resting our foreheads against each other and looking deeply into each other's eyes.

After a few long minutes, he finally closed his eyes and spoke. 

"You're my farfalla Jenna, and you know how I realized? 

I noticed from day one there was more to you than your exterior. I knew you'd had a rough life", he spoke sadly against my lips.

"But then, I saw that look in your eyes, I saw the absence of love, and how you needed to feel affection desperately. 

All of a sudden, I felt like I meant something, like I wasn't useless anymore... cause you needed me.

Jenna, you're the first person in this world that made me feel relevant, necessary even. 

Up until the day we met, I thought I was a nobody and that if I died, no one would care.

Now, after meeting you, I feel like I am someone, like I deserve the title of a 'person'. 

But not just any title, and not just any 'someone'.

Jenna, after meeting you, I became yours. 

That's the best title anyone could ever give me, and the kind of 'someone' I hope I'll always be".