Angel’s Trumpet by Sem Thornwood

I spent the next two weeks fucking my wife in any way imaginable. A side of me was still filled with self-hate, but I was also curious to test her boundaries. Turns out she didn’t have many. Hearing her moan to any new thing I did slowly help me with my own issues. But the best thing was the way she clung to me afterwards. She let me clean her up and looked at me with drunk but trustful eyes. Sometimes I even thought I saw something I was not quite ready for in those blues.

We also practiced talking beforehand, which was also helpful. In the beginning, I was not good at it because I was still a little afraid of how she was going to react to my wishes. Still, I never did something big out of the blue. Luckily Mia was good at reading me.

On one of our first days, I was plunging into her hard. Mia liked to be fucked hard and fast, and I was grateful for that. Yet, at that moment, I was filled with another wish. She was writhing and moaning under me, but it was not enough. It was an early hour, and she was worried that someone might come near our room and hear us. I didn’t care; I wanted her screams. I liked to order her around, so I did tell her to not hold back. She didn’t obey, though. I fucked her harder to make her obey, but that didn’t work too. Then my hand flexed next to her face and her cheek. I wanted to slap her, but a side of me was sure that it was too much.

Turns out it was not, though. Mia did understand what I wanted to do by the flex on my hand. “Do it,” she whispered between moans, and when I still didn’t do it, encouraged it further. “Slap me, Sal. I can take it.”

So, I slapped her, and that made her obey me. After that, I used it a lot. It was not a slap to bruise her or anything but was a nice way to warn her, and it did make her cunt wet like nothing else.

She took everything I gave her and was also good at making me feel good. One day when I felt like I went a little too hard, she nuzzled my naked chest. “You know I am okay, right.”

“I cannot always make sure while doing it,” I answered. It was impossible for me to stop and ask. I did feel better about myself, but I was still scared one day I was going to go too hard and actually hurt her in a way she wouldn't enjoy.

“I will tell you to stop. Actually, we can have a safe word.” She suggested then. “How about trumpet?”

She was also good at putting me at ease because at that moment, some of the worry left me, and I laughed. “Trumpet?”

To my surprise, that made her a little angry, but it was not bad angry. It was just cute angry. It was hard for Mia to be not cute, actually, since she was so tiny. “I wasn’t joking. I would never say it during sex. You always call me Angel, and it reminds me of those flowers on Aunt Claretta’s greenroom.”

My mother had Angel’s Trumpets, but I never thought about that when I called her Angel. She was not someone to be named after a poisonous flower. She was literally an angel.

My angel.

Still, I was not going to refuse her. So, after that, Trumpet became our safe word. She never used it, though. I was still almost sure I wouldn’t be able to stop even when she used it. I couldn’t believe that I changed despite many proofs Mia showed me.

For one, I was able to fuck slowly. Right now was the first time I managed to not plunge into Mia hard and fast, and I was going on for quite some time. I still didn’t think I was capable of something like making love, but I managed to fuck her slow because it was like sweet torture on her.

“Please,” she begged as she tried to roll her hips to take me deeper. I only pushed down her more with my hand on her belly. My other hand was occupied with holding both her wrists above her head. Handling her was really an easy task for me physically, and I liked it a lot. I could see Mia also enjoyed it.

“Beg me more,” I said with one hard thrust. This was all she was going to get for now. I loved hearing her beg. “Tell me what you want.”

Mia made a frustrated high sound. “Please, Salvatore, fuck me.”

“I am fucking you, Angel.” Another hard thrust.

“Ahh, yes, like that. Please fuck me like that.”

I smirked, keeping up my slow pace. “Like how Baby?”

“Sal,” she pleaded. I could see she was close to tears from frustration. I loved it. “Fuck me harder, please. I want you deeper.”

I thrust harder again and growled, “You want me?” By now, she knew that was not the way to convince me.

She shook her head almost frantically. “Need. I need you deeper.” She tried to push her hips again but failed because of my hold. “Please. Your dick feels too good.”

Okay, that was enough for me. I pulled back my hand that was holding her down and balanced myself as I started sliding into her tight channel harder. I was still holding her hands, though. Her fragile form moved up and down the mattress with every thrust, and her tits swayed with the movement. I loved seeing her like this, especially when it was filled with her sweet moans.

This time her voice was drenched with pleasure, but I could also hear a hint of pain. Still, it was impressive how well she handled my big cock deep inside her.

“Take it, Baby,” I encouraged her. After a few times, I realized those words made her wetter and made me move inside her much more easily. “Take it like the slut you are.”

Who would think the innocent little Mia liked being called a slut? Not me. Yet, I was the one who was enjoying it.

First, I thought she might feel bad, but she knew what it meant. She was not a slut. She was my slut.

The most horrible thing happened as I was in the middle of fucking her into oblivion. My phone started ringing on the bedside table.

Shit.

I didn’t have the privilege to turn it off even while having sex. Still, my men knew they weren’t supposed to call me when I was at home. That meant this was important.

Mia also knew that, so she pleaded while opening her thighs even wider, “Please don’t stop.”

I grunted and slide into her deep a few more times, but I could not let it go. It might be important. While things were so complicated with Ricci, I could not risk it. I let go of Mia’s hands and wrapped her legs around my hips. Then with a swift movement, I turned us over.

She haltered for a second with surprise but then started to move on top of me. We did try the position before, but I never let her ride me for long. I was too much of a dominant for that. Still, she managed to move nicely. I reached for the phone on the bedside table.

“What are you doing?” Mia asked between ragged breaths.

I looked at the screen, and it was one of the soldiers I sent out to capture some Russians. It was probably important. I wrapped my hand around Mia’s throat and pulled her down to me. Her eyes were filled with a question, but she didn’t stop. “Ride me while I take this, okay, Baby?”

Her eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

I chuckled. “Then why did your pussy clench?”

She moved faster like she was trying to finish, before I answered the phone. I squeezed her throat and made her move at the pace I wanted. Mia shook her head. “If it is one of my brothers, I am stopping.”

It was amusing, but it was not very wise to threaten me. I leaned up and whispered to her lips. “Funny you think you have a choice.” Then I bit her bottom lip hard. “It is not your bother. Now ride me.”

Before she could say anything, I answered the phone. The fact that he didn’t hang up for this long made me worried. I mean, I was not too worried because it was hard to be worried when Mia was fucking herself on my cock, her juices dripping on my groin. I guided her by her throat and swallowed my own moans. “Yes, Carlo?”

“We found some Russians on the location, boss.”

Mia changed her angle and bit down her lip to muffle her moans. She made me hit her g-spot. Good girl. “Is this why you are calling?”

I thrust upwards, driving Mia even more insane. I could feel her getting closer by the way her walls gripped me tighter. “No, of course not, Capo. Most died, but we got to make one talk. He confessed to knowing Ricci. We are keeping it alive right now.”

Good, it was too good, both the news and my wife’s pussy. I squeezed her throat and pressed my heels into the mattress, so I could meet her desperate moves with my hard thrusts. Her breathing got so fast. I could see how much painful it was for her to remain silent. “Call Alessio. I want him to question them,” I told Carlo. “Now I need to fucking go.” Or come.

I hung up immediately and threw the phone away. Mia finally let out a loud moan. She was moving on top of me crazily. I kept holding her by the throat, but my other hand came to her hip to control her even further. I fucked her deep and hard from below, making her cry out with pleasure.

Her sounds were so sweet that when I felt her clench around me with a loud moan, I couldn’t hold back either. I kept guiding her on my dick and filled her sweet little cunt with my cum.

After she was filled with me, her beautiful body fell down on my chest and went limp, just like mine. All I could do was drew lazy circles on her back while our fast breathing filled the dimly lit bedroom.

I pressed a small kiss to the crown of her head. “I feel like there are so many ways I can take you that even a lifetime won’t be enough.”

She giggled, and the vibration filled my body since we were still connected. “If it won’t, we can at least try to do our best. I love trying new things with you.”

“You shouldn’t tell this to the devil himself. I can be very viciously creative.”

I felt her shudder and still got mesmerized by the fact that all the weird shit I was into turned her on. She was not something I could break. She was made for me. She was my equal.

She propped up herself on my damp chest. Her black hair was all over the place, and some locks were stuck to her pale face. Her cheeks were still pink from her orgasm. God, she always looked so beautiful after sex. In fact, the harder I fucked her, the better she looked. That’s why I always did my best to fucking destroy her.

“Can we go out for ice creams?”

I chuckled. This was not a weird request. She was always hungry for a post-orgasmic snack. She made me go for diner waffles in the middle of the night one time. It was such a chore for me, but I enjoyed seeing her happiness. Tonight though, it was not about my choice. “I have to meet with Alessio. The phone call was actually important.”

Her cheeks got a little pinker. “Oh, I couldn’t follow it. I was too distracted.” With the memory, she clenched around my softening cock. “So, what happened?”

I groaned and tapped her asscheek. “Can we talk about this while I am not inside you? It is distracting.”

She pursed her lips. “I like you inside me.”

“You talk like that, and I’ll be hard again in no time.”

She giggled but straighten to pull me out of herself. She slowly eased out and huffed at the loss of my dick. Some of my cum inside her dripped over me, and I had to remind myself how important the Russians were so I wouldn’t turn her around and take her from behind.

“New information about Ricci. I sent Alessio to make the guy talk a bit more. I also need to go.”

She seemed unhappy for a second, but I knew she was not going to protest. She now knew that if I was leaving her naked in the bed, it must be really important. So, she only nodded and walked to the bathroom. “I need to work on my painting anyway.”

I followed her. I was in a rush, but not so much that I had to skip my shower with Mia. “Are you going to show it to me at one point?” I asked, getting in the shower after her. She spent a lot of time on her current project but didn’t let me see it. Verona was the only one allowed in her studio.

She turned to me and looked at me sweetly. “I will when it is done. I am not even sure how it is going to turn out. I change my mind a lot.”

“I am sure it is going to be a masterpiece,” I said, nibbling her ear. I wasn’t saying that to make her happy. Mia was really a great artist. When we were younger, she usually painted portraits like the ones you could see in a palace in Europe. Her style changed, though. She was not drawing a lot of people anymore. She was drawing monsters now. Her paintings were less realistic and scarier. I loved how she had that dark side. It was probably the same side that got wet when I slapped and spit on her.

“Want to go out tomorrow?” I asked. We haven’t gone out on a proper date yet.

Mia thought about it while soaping my chest softly. “I have plans with mom and Bella. We are going shopping for the baby, but I could have time for dinner.”

“You are mine for dinner then.”

She laughed. “That sounded dirty.”

I nibbled her ear again. “You know I will prefer eating your pussy to any meal, but I don’t think the restaurant will be happy about it.”

“Then I’ll be your dessert.”

“You fucking bet.”

I actually fucked Mia one more time in the shower. I wanted to take my time going there so that Alessio could have his time getting information. I didn’t want to waste time there, especially when the other option was to spend a little bit more time with Mia.

It was a good idea because I really waited for fifteen minutes after I reached the Zest. We also had a torture room on Vista, but it was more of a high-class place, and I really didn’t like the scent of blood so close to my office. After Mia and I had an argument about me spending a night at the strip club, I actually stopped coming to the Zest as much as I could. It was a good place to use for torture, though. People who came usually knew who was running the place, so security was not as hard as Vista.

After Carlo greeted me and basically repeated what he said on the phone, I got to the torture room and waited for Alessio. I was tempted to join him, but there was a reason I didn’t do the job myself but called him instead. I was not the best at patience, even though I felt like I was getting better these days.

Luckily, he got out after fifteen minutes of waiting. His black shirt was damp with blood, and even though the color hid that it was blood, the red smeared on his neck and hands didn’t let any place for doubt. His black hair was messy, and his grey eyes were filled with the darkness I was too familiar with. Unlike me, Alessio was good at hiding his darkness. People called him “the Cruel,” and right now, he did look like that. He never seemed to be having a hard time keeping it hidden, though. He was always the perfect guy in front of his family, and every time he looked at Bella, something soft came to his eyes.

I envied him a lot because of that. He could so naturally be the guy worthy of Bella while I was so openly sharing Salvatore “Crazy Eyes” Vasile with Mia.

“Could you get something they didn’t?” I asked him.

He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Of course, I did. That is the reason you called me at night and took me away from my very comfortable bed.” He threw me a look when he reached the sink. “I was busy, you know.”

Asshole. “I really don’t want to know, but ditto.”

He took off his shirt, and his face scrunched up. “Okay, I don’t want to know either.”

“And I called you because if I did it myself, I might have killed the guy. I am not good at getting information.” I got closer to him as he started washing the blood off of his body. “What did you get?”

Alessio rubbed his face and made a crabbed sound. He only talked after he lifted his head from the sink and looked at me with calm but fiery eyes. “He accepted that the Russians are working with Ricci, but the guy is just a soldier who doesn’t know what he actually wants. The weird thing is that when you hurt someone bad enough, their memory starts coming altogether.”

“Oh, how I love that.”

“Exactly. Like I said, he is just a soldier, but he said that he heard them talking about another man. They are working with Ricci, but he is not the only one associated with their plans about the Outfit.”

My eyes narrowed. “Do you mean there is a rat?”

Alessio took a deep breath and leaned against the wall behind him. “Honestly, I don’t know. It might be someone from the inside or someone close to us, or someone trying to get close to us. I don’t know if that man has something to do with Ricci or Russians are gathering all they can get, but it seems like danger is coming. We need to find out what they are planning soon and be cautious.”

An animalistic sound left me. “I would just chain Mia home at this point if I could.”

Alessio chuckled, but there was no joy in that sound. “Believe me, I understand. Just make sure she is watched at whole times.”

“I will,” I said. There was no way I was going to put her life in danger. “Keep Bella at home as much as you can please. She is pregnant. She needs to be taken care of.”

“Yeah, try telling her that.”

I looked at him with desperate eyes and saw the reflection on his own. Keeping hot-headed women safe was really a challenge.