Chapter 5 YOU BELONG TO ME

(THE PRESENT)

PIETRO GIACOMETTI

"Pretty. Pretty, Pretty Peaches." I let my fingers gently move across the screen on her latest picture I had.

My Peaches was the prettiest woman in my world and in every other world that could exist. This pretty brown hair, her brows, pretty nose and pursed lips.

Her face couldn't conceal how innocent she still was and I doubted if she ever wanted to conceal that. She was always happy being this innocent, pretty woman.

I glanced at the time, retracting my fingers from her picture. 8:31pm. A knock came on the door of the study at that same time and I knew exactly who it was at the door.

I clicked a button on the remote and the door opened with a beep. Few seconds later, Trisha walked in and stopped just before my desk.

"Here it is, boss." she dropped a small ziploc bag on the table. I narrowed my eyes at the ziploc bag, a scowl forming on my face.

"Used?" I asked the same question I always asked whenever it was brought to me.

"Yes, she was wearing it today." Trisha confirmed.

"Hmm. Good." I reached for the ziploc bag, picked it and held it up staring at the blue hairband in it. When I raised my gaze from it, Trisha was still standing in front of me.

"Why are you still here?"

"I finally found a way to get her to use the site." Those words piqued my interest and I dropped the ziploc bag to a side.

"How?" The one word left my throat hoarsely.

"She told me her Aunt got into some debt. She needs two hundred thousand and I immediately referred her to the site. I have sent the link to her already, boss."

"Hmm." I leaned back into my chair, pushing back a little.

"You may leave. Ask Matthias to triple your usual."

"Thank you so much" a grin spread her lips before she hurried out of the study.

"So you are finally going to walk right into my arms, Peaches." I reached for the mouse and opened up the site. Different profiles of different men and women popped up but behind all of those profiles was one person. Me.

No matter who Peaches chose to chat with, she would find herself entangled with me.

I grabbed the ziploc bag, opened it and pulled out the hairband. I lifted it to my nostrils and the mere scent of it was intoxicating.

It was a scent I would very willingly drown in, a scent I badly wanted to breathe in from her body itself while I sit her down on my cock and...

"Fuck" I cursed, jaw clenching as I felt my cock start to harden. What would her moans be like? Soft? Shaky? And her whimpers?

Fucking hell.

To hold her down full of my cock while she quivered and shook with want would be a fucking blessing.

I moved a hand to my zipper and pulled it down, her hairband in between my teeth while I freed my cock from the restraints of my trousers.

I took the hairband and my breath hitched as I rolled it down my cock, very slowly until it got to the base of my cock.

"Unghhh." the moan came from deep down my throat. No matter how many fucking times I did this, it could never stop exciting the hell out of me.

My cock throbbed as I wrapped a hand around it and began to jerk off, my gaze on the screens in front of me. When was she going to send the message? Was Peaches, naive and innocent going to change her mind and decide against it?

"Hmm..." I rolled the cute hairband up and rolled it back down my cock, the soft material of it embracing my cock warmly. Her hands would feel better, her mouth would be even way better and her pussy...

"Oh fuck, her pussy." I gritted the words out, my hands now working a bit faster, rolling the hairband up and down the length of my cock.

Her pussy, wet and tight against my cock. To fill her sweet cunt up and make her truly mine. To be deep inside of her while I tell her how she has always been mine and how she would always be mine only.

I looked down at the hairband. Cute and wrapped around my hard cock. I moved my thumb across the head of my cock, swiping the pre cum over to my cock and using it as more lube.

I pulled closer to my desk, a hand holding onto the desk while my other hand worked furiously on my cock now. My eyes were now intent on the screen, waiting, hoping for that one message to drop.

"Aarh... I need you, Peaches." I groaned, leaking more precum down my hard and now throbbing cock.

The veins bulged down the length of my cock, the hairband situated right before my balls, at the base of my cock.

"I fucking need you like I have always done... Fuck!" I gritted my teeth.

Nothing, no one could ever satisfy me as much as Peaches would.

She was the very bane of my fucking existence and she had no idea. She had no clue about the power she held over me and the ones I held over her.

This wasn't a mere obsession, it was more. Fucking more just like I needed more from her than the hairbands.

I needed every bit of her body.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting close for you Peaches." I shut my eyes, letting the image of her build in my head while my breathing got heavier and quicker.

Her face, her body, the way she moved in every clip of hers I had laid my hands on. Every single thing about Peaches pulled me in a way nothing else could ever.

"I'm going to cum for you..." I grunted, my jaws clenching with the pleasure.

Faster.

Quicker.

I was almost there. I was going to stain this cute hairband with my cum just like I had done to several of her hairbands.

"I'm going to cum for you, Peaches..."

It was at that moment that a beep came and I forced my shut eyes open. A message on the site.

She did it. My Peaches sent the fucking message.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I threw my head back and came hard, letting out a deep moan as my cum shot over my hand, the hairband and my lower stomach.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I gritted my teeth from the brain shutting pleasure. Getting a message from her while I was at my peak was everything.

I pulled out a tissue, cleaning cum off my hand. My cock was still hard, the band still on it while it throbbed sensitively.

I took my gaze to the screen.

'Hello, I am Caily.' The message read.

I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smile.

Hello Caily, I am Pietro Giacometti and you belong to me.