NERO'S LITTLE WITCH

What have I done

CHAPTER FIVE.

The next morning Hella woke up but did not feel any pain.

A black box arrived by noon and there was a dress there in and underneath, something matte black that she recognized immediately and stared at for a long time.

Eight o'clock came and went.

She was still sitting there at quarter past and the door opened and Nero walked in.

He was in a tuxedo and smelled of Tom Ford.

He looked at her on the bed.

"Why aren't you dressed," he asked.

"I'm not wearing that, you can't make me wear anything I don't want to wear" Hella responded.

Nero set the dress down and reached into the box and took out the vibrator. He then held it up between two fingers.

"Two minutes," he said. "Dress on. Or I put this in myself and you wear it the entire night and the remote stays in my pocket and every time you embarrass me in front of my everyone I turn it up." Nero uttered stepping closer and that was when she saw the tattoo on the left side of his neck that disappeared beneath his collar.

She was a tattoo person and she had three of her own.

Hella was sweating as her whole body was responding to how his cologne smelled and the weight of his dirty words on her.

"Two minutes," he said again, and left the room, pulling the door half-closed behind him.

Hella immediately grabbed the red dress off the hanger and ran into the dressing room.

*****

[Vitale Banquet]

Hella stood near the entrance of the main hall in the wine dress that was fitting her curves.

Nero was somewhere to her left, talking to two older men.

She took a glass from a passing tray and drank.

She was on her second drink when she felt eyes on her. She turned and her eyes found Luciano's. He was standing there stripping her off with his eyes, and when their eyes met he didn't bother to look away and neither did she and it lasted three seconds before someone stepped between them.

Hella looked back at her drink and swirled it.

Daisy walked in and she was extraordinary looking. Tall, dark-haired and Hella looked at her shape with complete awe and then she looked at the dress, her stomach dropped.

They were putting on the same dress, color and style.

Daisy's eyes swept the room and then they found Nero. She crossed the floor and stopped in front of him.

"Who the f**k is she." She asked eyeing Hella

Nero said nothing.

"Why is she wearing the exact dress you sent to my apartment yesterday and why is she standing next to you in my dress."

Nero still said nothing, which Hella was beginning to understand was his preferred form of communication and also the most infuriating one.

Daisy looked at Hella properly for the first time, a slow top to bottom assessment.

"She's the debtor's daughter, isn't she," Daisy said, looking back at Nero.

"That dress she's putting on is disrespectful," she said. "You don't have the right to stand in the same room as me wearing something he chose for me. And those eyes...." she tilted her head slightly, looking at Hella's face with an expression of mild distaste, "....are awful. Get out of my sight."

Hella opened her mouth but

Nero said quietly and without looking at her, "Wait in one of the cars."

When Hella looked back at him, he was already looking back at Daisy.

*****

On getting outside the main hall, Hella needed to remove the vibrator. That was the only coherent thought in her head. She needed to find a car with tinted windows.

She tried the third car first. Locked.

The fourth had a guard leaning against the bonnet who looked at her with professional disinterest.

The fifth was open, dark inside, tinted glass all around, and she pulled the door and slid in and let out a breath that she'd been holding. She reached under the hem of the red dress with both hands....

"You look like you're having a bad night."

Hella froze.

Luciano was in the far corner of the backseat and he had a cigarette between his fingers that he brought to his lips without urgency, the ember glowing orange in the dark of the car with the smoke curling upward.

Hella straightened up and pressed her knees together and said, with as much composure as she could locate, "I didn't know anyone was...."

"I know," Luciano cut in.

He took another drag looking out the tinted window at nothing in particular, and said nothing else. Hella tried to think of a dignified way to explain that she needed privacy in this specific car for reasons she was not going to explain.

She couldn't find one.

She was still constructing the sentence when it happened.

The vibrator went from zero to something that short-circuited every thought in her head simultaneously and she moaned out loud, both hands gripping the seat in front of her.

Luciano glanced at her, his cigarette pausing halfway to his mouth.

Her whole body lit up from the inside, sweating through the silk, and the vibrator did not stop.

Obviously, she knew Nero had his hand in his jacket pocket and was doing this deliberately.

The sound that came out of her the second time was worse than the first.

Luciano set his cigarette very carefully on the edge of the window and looked at her. "Do you need help."

"Don't," Hella managed, through her teeth, gripping the seat, "say anything."

She sat there gripping the seat while the vibrator did unspeakable things to her composure.

"It needs to come out," Hella said finally. "I need to remove it and I can't....the angle...."

"I had a drink earlier," Hella added. "Two actually." She was sweating through the silk. "That's the only reason I'm even talking to you about this."

"What do you need," Luciano asked and Hella looked at him.

"Help me remove it," she said and bit her lower lips.

Luciano looked at her for one moment and shifted toward her.

"Lift," he ordered quietly and Hella lifted the hem of the dress and he reached under it.

He deliberately let his knuckles grazed her swollen c**t. Heat flashed behind her eyes.

"…yes," Hella didn't know when she whisper.

The toy slid free with a wet sound that made her a complete moaning mess. She was drenched, aching, empty as she dropped her head back against the headrest closing her eyes.

The vibrator was off now. In his hand. He set it somewhere she didn't look at.

She still didn't feel better.

"It's not stopping," she muttered, mostly to the ceiling of the car.

Luciano said nothing.

"Whatever he did...whatever setting..." she pressed her thighs together and it helped nothing and she laughed at the absolute state of her life. "My body is not....I can't just..."

She opened her eyes at him.

"Can you help me with it," she said. "Make it stop...." she exhaled, "...my p***y is aching and I can't walk back into that building like this."

The corner of his mouth moved as he reached for her thigh and dragged the ruined panties down her thighs, off her ankles. Before she could process, he balled the lace and pressed it to her lips.

"Open." He commanded stiffing the damp fabric into her mouth. The taste of her own arousal flooded her tongue. Her eyes fluttered.

Then Luciano lowered his head.

The first swipe of his tongue was overwhelming, like he was savoring vintage wine. Hella’s muffled cry vibrated against the gag. He licked again..then sealed his mouth over her c**t and sucked.

Her hands flew to his hair.

He pulled back and murmur against her soaked folds, “You taste so good dolcezza.”

Then he buried his face again and ate her like a man starving.

She bit down hard on the underwear in her mouth.

Her thighs were shaking.

She came heavily with her back arched off the seat and her eyes squeezed shut.

When she finally collapsed, trembling, Luciano rose slowly. He plucked the panties from her mouth, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and sat up. Hella buried her face in her palm processing what just transpired and she muttered "what have I just done"