Catherinelle by Diane Portman-Ray

 

13

 

Destroy me, Monster. That was what she said. I tried to be a tenth of the knight in shining armor she deserved, but Catherinelle Nucci shattered the last trace of rationality I had left. My instincts, my animal hunger for her took over. I took that diamond tiara the princess had on her head and threw it away. She wanted to be one of my women, no restrains? I’d be more than happy to oblige.

I spread her legs, and she opened in front of me like a pink peony flower on a summer morning. I looked down and saw her pretty pussy was stretched out, wrapped around my thick shaft like a glove – the image hypnotized me. So fucking sexy! Her body was so fragile and petite, like she was a porcelain doll, but somehow, she fit with me. The contrast between her softness and my vulgar self – her calm and my chaos – was the hottest fucking thing in the world. She was this flawless thing, and I was the grinder with silver balls on his dick, who should lose his head for only thinking about her, but now I was ready to take Catherinelle like she was mine to do so.

I knew since the first time I woke up and my dick was hard, when I was twelve or thirteen, that a mutt like me who used to sleep in a box under a stone bridge in Central Park would never land a woman worth something. I was the son of two dead Albanians who were servants to others all their lives. I was a thief and a good for nothing son of a bitch, so I was fine settling with prostitutes and women whose love could be bought. I never cared for what came after those short moments when I fucked. I shacked up with a waitress who had lower self-esteem than Vito’s tolerance to whiskey for a few months, but that ended when I got locked up. The thought of ever aiming for a well-off woman never crossed my mind, and here I was now, trashing the queen of New York City. It was too late to go back now.

“Hold on to something, baby girl,” I snarled under my breath before slamming into her body.

I pushed into her harder and harder, and I could see her losing her mind on my cock. She felt like melted satin on my skin, and with every thrust, there was more pressure and pleasure gathering in my gut ready to explode.

When she tried to reach for me, I grabbed her wrists and cuffed them to the bed.

“You touch me when I let you, princess. You’re mine now.”

“I’m yours,” she moaned and arched her back.

Every time I pushed into her, she made sounds more mesmerizing than the song of a mermaid, roping me closer to her. When I moved faster, I expected her to cry, but she bit her lips instead.

“Sing for me, baby girl. Let me hear you.”

She let it all out, screaming my name.

“Hugo, I’m…”

“Tell me, princess.” She didn’t respond; she just opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She was on the edge of a devastating orgasm, and I knew how to get her there. “Tell. Me. Look into my eyes and tell me how good it feels to feel my big cock inside of you. I want to hear how much you enjoy those silver balls.”

“So much,” she said, but her voice cracked. “I…I…I…”

“All this time, you acted so delicate, but there was a nasty girl inside you. I’m gonna leave you sore for days.”

Seeing pleasure washing down on her made me lose my fucking head. I crashed into her with violent intensity, even if a part of me knew I was hurting her. I couldn’t stop.

“Hugo!”

“Shit, Catherinelle, you feel so fucking amazing, baby. There’s no one like you. No one!” And that scared the shit out of me.

She was my fucking blessed angel. I must have done something right in my miserable life to deserve this crumb of heaven.

I looked down at her to take it all in: her beautiful faced crooked with pleasure throes, her tits going up and sown with every thrust and her hands grabbing the sheets, holding on for dear life.

“Fuck, Hugo!”

Out of nowhere, she tensed and bucked under me, moaning and screaming like crazy. Her legs started shaking, and she contracted around me like a vise. Her orgasm punched me like a baseball bat connecting with my stomach. I was fucking lost at sea, but in the last second, my brain landed back in my head, and I left Cat’s body but didn’t made it too far. I spread my cum all over her stomach while hunching over her and howling like an animal in pain. I had never felt anything – pleasure or pain – as intense as this. I was left empty and satisfied and fell over her while the princess hugged me with all her limbs.

Satisfaction.

Perfection.

Mine.

“Hugo, baby, I love this, but you’re going to squish my organs,” she mumbled from under me, and I rolled on my back, dragging her along. When she tried to move away, I chained her with my arms.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby girl.”

“I wasn’t going to.” She pushed herself up to nuzzle her nose on my jaw. “I’m completely fucked.”

“You are welcome.”

Her laugh filled the room, and my chest became a little lighter. She was fine. I didn’t ruin my angel.

“You are a jerk, Mustafa.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” My tone turned serious.

“I’m fine. I feel amazing, actually.”

“Cat,” I warned her. I needed to hear exactly how she was to find some damn peace of mind.

“Fine, but you can’t make a big deal out of it. My legs don’t work, and I feel like I’ve just been stabbed in my abdomen, which technically happened.” She felt me tensing up and raised her hand to stop me from talking. “It’s no big deal, Hugo, nothing worse than a period cramp. It’s normal to feel something. Girls don’t have the comfort of shoving their dicks in something and only feeling the good part.”

I got up on my feet, taking Catherinelle in my arms, and carrying her across the room to the master bath.

“What are you doing?” she asked, holding on to me.

“I have to clean you up.”

“Why?” Her voice was whiny. “I liked the cuddling.”

“Because I spread my cum all over you, and you could use some soothing.”

“But I like having you all over me.”

I almost fell on my fucking knees. She had such a strong hold over me, it was ridiculous. It was enough for Catherinelle to breathe, and I was ready to jump into fire to get to her. She took my heart in her fist and squeezed the motherfucker.

I stepped in the shower, setting her down and unhooking the bra that was still strapped around her before turning on the hot water to run down on our bodies. We didn’t talk anymore, but we didn’t break eye contact while I put some shower gel into my hands – Cat must have brought it from home because it smelled sweet and flowery, just like her, and I rubbed down her arms and her chest, feeling the curve of her full breasts and the naughty hardened nipples. She was slippery and soapy in my hands that were running down her silky skin. When I was sure her upper body was clean, I went down on one knee and hooked her left leg over my shoulder. I never cared for accessories, but I’d wear her thighs around my neck every day.

“Hugo, don’t stare, you make me feel weird.”

My eyes shot up to meet her.

“I fucked this pussy. I can look at it for as long as I want. I will clean you up, princess.”

I touched her with as much care as my beat-up hands were capable of. Her flesh was reddish and swollen from the assault of my cock, and I felt a jolt of guilt shooting through my chest, but I was such a fucked-up motherfucker, I wanted to do it again. Back when I was eighteen, Roman and I discovered coke for the first time, and I was hooked on it for a year. It was the first thing I did in the morning and the last thing I did before going to bed. My life was nothing but parties, booze, women and drugs until I realized it was eating me from inside. The withdrawal was like walking through perdition, but giving up cocaine would be a fucking picnic compared to giving Catherinelle up.

I dragged my thumb along her slit, and she moaned, putting her hand on my other shoulder to support herself.

“Hugo, more.”

“No, baby girl. You can’t take another number.”

She made a frustrated sound and pinched my shoulder.

“You’re not going to make me wait two weeks again, are you?”

“Baby girl, I’m trying my best to give you a couple of hours to recover.” I let the water rinse off the soap and kissed her pussy before getting back up. “You’re all clean.”

“It’s my turn. Turn around, I want to soap you up real nice.”

She tried to push me with her little hands, but she had no chance until I faced the glass door, and Catherinelle started massaging my back, paying attention to every aching muscle.

“I love to look at your back,” she said, and I was glad she couldn’t see the satisfaction on my face.

“Did you peek at me often, princess?”

“Every day since I was seven.” Her answer took me by surprise. “You were about twenty when you started to get buffed, and that’s about the time my crush on you started too.”

She had a crush on me?

“Cat, I was still helping you take baths when you were seven. What the fuck did you know about having a crush?”

“And here we are now, ten years later, and I’m helping you to take a bath.” We closed the vicious fucking circle. “I don’t know, I just always liked to look at you, even when I was a little girl. I used to sneak out of my bedroom at night and watch you hang out with papà and my brother. For a while, I thought I was so fascinated with you because you were such a mystery. I mean, I always felt like I knew everything about you because you were always in my life, but you keep everything so hidden, I don’t know anything about you. You never talked to me – hell – you barely talk to me now.”

The princess was more perceptive than I thought. Catherinelle was in my eyesight all my life because she was up there on her golden throne with the rest of her family, but half of my life she was a kid. Her being all grown up had snuck up on me, almost like one day last year she went to bed with pigtails and freckles and woke up with boobs. I always thought she was just the pretty face, the spoiled young girl her family wanted her to be. The girl who liked to drag me through the shops on 5th for hours and had to go to have her nails done twice a month. What a fool I was. There were a lot of layers to her beauty, and every time I discovered a new one, I became more hooked on her.

“You want a man who’s a smooth talker, princess?”

She moved on to washing the backs of my arms.

“I’m fine with you. You make me work for it, and I kinda like it, but one day I’ll have you all figured out.”

She was into the chase, but it made sense. I was not a fucking prize, and she knew she’d end up with a better man, someone who had that same Italian blue blood as her and wasn’t born to serve others, but who didn’t enjoy a good hunt? I was her fun, her rebellious stage, and it was too late to turn around.

“I also love your ass,” she said and sank her manicured red nails, that had already left marks up and down my body, into my butt cheeks. The move was lustful and possessive.

“When did you turn so nasty, princess?” I mocked her but flexed one of my cheeks to taunt her.

“I can’t help it. How much do you work out for this backside?”

“Three times a week.” Religiously. “And once a week, I have a long workout mixed with fight training.”

“Oh, really? How long?”

“Three-four hours.” Six…ten...twelve hours when I was fighting my monsters.

“Is that’s why you disappear every Wednesday? To work out.”

For a moment, I thought the shower water had turned to fucking ice. Stress hit me in the back of the head, and I tightened up, my muscles turning to knots. She was pushing on a gate that I wasn’t willing to open.

“No.”

“But?” Her response was almost instant.

“Business.”

“Are you back to one-word answers?”

I turned to look her in the eye, annoyed and angry. Not at her, but because I let myself become trapped into this situation.

“Drop it, Cat. It’s none of your business.”

“Ok. I’m sorry.”

But she was talking to my back already because I walked out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked away. On my way out the bedroom, my eyes fell on the few drops of blood that were staining the immaculate white bedspread, and I felt a metallic taste crawling to my mouth. I was the world’s biggest jerk to leave her like that after I just took her fucking virginity, but I needed to put some space between us to contain all the things that I was feeling right now. Her simple question made me feel like a caged animal. I was angry that someone would try to see into that piece of my life

I was enraged, but not at her, at my fucking self.