13. My Treat

13. My Treat
My sobs had died down awhile ago, but I sat silently on the floor. Nicolo didn't show any signs of impatience even after the tears stopped flowing. He held me wordlessly, caressing my back with gentle fingers. I melted into his kind touch, completely unfolding my mind, revealing the true, pathetically scared woman I was. I expected disgust, annoyance, agitation, but received nothing. An impassiveness that left me feeling more comforted than I ever had.

My throat was thick with the aftermath of my emotional outburst. I licked my lips, trying to form saliva, but almost humored at the thought of causing a drought in my body by crying too much. My tongue was heavy with unspoken words, and the walls appeared crushingly close. I took a deep breath, exhaling my worry. Attempting to move past the sinking feeling in my gut, and with each shaky whoosh of air that left my lips, the crushing feeling overwhelming my body eased. His arms around me were like a lifeline, and I clung to them. Hopelessly, I floated in a sea of self-pity, too afraid to release him for fear I would drown.

When my breathing calmed, and I felt more aware presently, I glanced up at Nicolo. His face was impassive, his eyes revealing nothing. "Can we leave, Sir?" I was surprised how squeaky my voice was. It didn't sound like a woman, merely a frightened child. Nicolo didn't flinch or react surprised from my words. He released me, and stood up. I climbed onto my feet, standing in front of him, waiting for approval to vacate the room.

"Let's go," He replied, monotonously. His voice seemed almost robotic. I guess that was a better defense than losing your shit all the time. He was strong, or at least appeared to be. He briskly walked towards the door, pulling it open, and the sound of broken wood fragments falling onto the floor bounced off the walls.

I followed behind him, careful not to fall too far behind. The car that brought us here remained patiently out front. The driver stood motionless, but upon noticing us, pulled the backseat passenger door opened. I could only imagine what my appearance was; messy hair, bright red nose, and wild, untamed eyes. I smoothed my hair down unthinkingly, before sliding into the passengers seat with profound self-consciousness. Why the hell did I care what I looked like in front of Nicolo? In front of anyone? A small voice in my head rang. You know why.

I glanced at Nicolo, afraid to venture further into my mind. Afraid of the answer to those questions. His hair was slightly disheveled, a creation from running his hands stressfully through his locks. He cupped his chin, thoughtfully stroking it as he gazed out of the window of the car, having slid in next to me. The car pulled away from the hotel. I was surprised Joshua was nowhere in sight, and neither was both the men that had accompanied us.

"You need to eat, Selena."

I snapped my head to the side, curiously tilting my head at Nicolo. I didn't think he was going to speak to me for the whole car ride. Something about him had shifted. The air surrounding us was tainted by something I couldn't quite pick up on. Food... the last thing on my mind, but at further contemplation, I realized I was hungry. Maybe my loss of appetite was from all of the emotions I had bottled inside.

I nodded silently at Nicolo, whose eyes were on me.

"Stop at the nearest dinner and pick up a couple of burgers."

"Wait," I began, eyes widening with shock. "We're going to eat out publicly?"

"No, we're merely ordering out from there."

"Oh," I mumbled, defeated. "I thought we were actually going out for a proper meal."

"The place doesn't change whether a meal is proper or not," He snapped. I flinched from his outburst, squeezing my hands together tightly. He sighed.

"I'm sick of being stuck in that house," I huffed. Seeing the same walls, the same furniture and eating by myself was less than appealing. I wanted scenery. A place apart from that jail cell.

"That is apart of being held captive, is it not?"

"Right, I'm just a prisoner to you. I get it. Sorry, Sir." I crossed my arms over my chest and slumped back into the seat. A prisoner. A worthless prisoner, destined to die in her cell alone, and loved by those too far away to matter.

The drive seemed endless. I couldn't tell where we were. Somewhere far away from my town. Enclosed in the car, I was intoxicated by Nicolo. His nearness, the smell of his cologne and every movement he made distracted me.

He fiddled with the watch on his wrist. The car rolled to a stop in front of a diner. Recognition crossed Nicolo's face. The driver turned his body sideways to face us. It seemed oddly unprofessional, but I remained silent.

"Burgers, fries, and -" Nicolo paused and averted his eyes on me. His brow quirked questioningly. "Drinks?"

I nodded.

"Anything in particular?" He asked.

"Oh now my opinion is important?" I blurted. The words fell from my lips like some bad case of verbal diarrhea. I expected a lashing. Some form of punishment, but he sighed, and turned back to the driver. "Two cokes."

The driver nodded before stiffly exiting the car. I felt bad for putting him in that awkward situation, and about the fact I lost control, but what was done couldn't be undone. Instead of a sting against my skin for disobedience, Nicolo pulled out his cellphone and typed something quickly. He chose to ignore me. I felt strangely annoyed by his lack of interest in me. Was he bored already? Oh my god, did I ruin things? The thought petrified me. I curled closer towards the car door, farther away from Nicolo and tried to remain calm. The last thing I should do is panic. When he gets bored with me he'll probably kill me. Jesus! I should've just kept my mouth shut.

"I-I'm sorry," I stated, stuttering like some idiot desperate for life. Nicolo continued ignoring me. My unease heightened. Where the hell is that driver? Like that would stop him from blowing your brains out in the back seat of the car, or choking you...

"Really, I didn't mean to blurt that out," I add. What did I think was going to happen, he was going to miraculously forget I was mouthy? Babbling wouldn't fucking save me.

"Selena, it's hard to insert a foot in your mouth, if you keep it closed," He mumbled. His voice was so low, I almost didn't hear him. Like he didn't want to be heard, but it didn't seem completely cold-hearted. Not the tone of someone who was out to kill you. I relaxed slightly, but decided against dismissing the idea of being physically reprimanded from my lack of control.

The driver walked outside, juggling two bags and two sodas in his hands. He placed the sodas on the roof of the car to pry his door open before putting them into the cup holders, placing the food in the empty passenger seat, and sliding into the car. He glanced back at Nicolo, exchanging a look before he places his attention back on the road. I'm wiser than to question what was going on with them.

The smell of seasoned beef, and fries filled the car. My stomach growled, and my mouth watered in anticipation to eat. It felt nice to be hungry again. To appear to be able to tolerate food. The scenery surrounding us remained unknown to me. Confusion was evident on my face when we pulled into a bumpy road. It wasn't the usual one leading up to the mansion. I strained my sight, catching a glimpse of surrounding trees before a large field came into view. Further in the distance I could see a playground.

"Wait, you're bringing me to the park?" I asked incredulously. He was seriously bringing me to the park? I couldn't contain my excitement. The weather outside was warm and comfortable. The sun shone, and my resentment towards the bright star had dispersed. I wrapped my arms around myself, my mouth now pulled tightly into a giant smile.

I glanced at Nicolo, who was trying to hide the grin playing on the edge of his lips.

"You wanted a proper meal." He gestured dismissively to the open field, and a few picnic tables sitting in front of the field. I bounced in my seat happily.

"Yes," I halted. "Wait, what's the catch? Why are you doing this?"

"Your obedience has earned you a reward." He took a deep breath. "Enjoy."

"Aren't you afraid someone's gonna see me?"

"No one around here knows you, Selena. I'm not worried."

I wasn't going to argue with that. Besides, I was preparing to enjoy this meal. Thoroughly enjoy it, with the beautiful sight of nature surrounding me. I clutched the door as the car shook going over a few bumps. We parked just beside the field. I noticed a few soccer nets.

Instead of waiting for the driver, Nicolo exited the car, offering his hand to me. I took it eagerly after sliding across the seats to him, and climbed out of the car. Nicolo released my hand, slammed the door closed and walked towards the trunk. I followed him, standing beside him - too excited and anxious that the thought of a dead body stashed in the trunk did nothing to faze my mood. He tapped on the trunk, which popped open seconds later. Inside was a blanket and a bunch of other things, car parts, a spare tire, tools.

"A blanket?" I questioned, merely out of innocent curiosity. Nicolo rolled his eyes and tucked it under his arm.

"Stop thinking so much and just enjoy." He demanded. I nodded, and clenched my fists before hurrying over to his driver. He held the food in his hand and the drinks were placed on top of the car. I took the food out of his hand, mumbling a quick thank you before positioning the drinks in my arm and hand well enough to where they wouldn't fall.

Before Nicolo had a chance to direct me, I was off. I walked carefully, but as quickly as I could manage without spilling anyting toward the field. I decided against the picnic table because the blanket seemed like a better option. A nice lunch laid out on a blanket. It was like I was a normal woman again, just enjoying a meal with a friend. I didn't dwell on the fact, it was more of a strange situation. Just a nice captive enjoying a meal with her kidnapper. The thought had me bursting with giggles. I was sure if anyone else were observing me they would think I was crazy.

"I suppose anywhere is good," Nicolo called behind me. I stopped when I felt I was in the right position. The sun shone down on us, but not directly in our face. It bathed us in a warm glow, and I could view the park from one side, and a fountain across the way on the other. Nicolo pulled the blanket out from under his arm and spread it out over the grass. It was a thick blanket. I felt grateful when I sat on it and didn't feel grass stabbing my thighs. Nicolo sat beside me, helping me to prop the drinks up steadily.

I handed him a burger, after placing the bags of food in between us. I unraveled mine and admired the burger. It was mouthwatering. Still warm, despite our drive and I didn't waste another second before I took a bite of it. Flavors exploded on my tongue and I chewed slowly to savor them. Nicolo shot me a confused look before taking a bite of his.

"This is delicious," I concluded.

He chewed thoughtfully before replying. "I know, you just make the weirdest expressions."

I chuckled, before swallowing my bite. Someone rode by in the distance on a bike. I watched quietly while continuously eating my burger. The silence between us didn't bother me. It was comfortable.

I popped a few fries into my mouth and moaned. So delicious. He really knew how to pick them.

"Thank you for all of this."

"Selena, I want you to understand this isn't some friendly gesture. It's not meant to be personal. What we have includes a reward system. I merely incorporating that. You abide by my rules, listen to me and you will be rewarded."

"Oh, okay." I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. Why was I disappointed? You know why... No! I really needed to get my head out of the clouds. I was starting to make things up. Dangerous thoughts and ideas. Get ahold of yourself, Selena!

"In fact," He began, reaching out to place the remainder of my burger in the bag. He emptied the rest of his in the bag, and moved it away from us. I furrowed my brows. "I think I owe you another reward."

"What?" I asked. For what? I couldn't remember all that I did to deserve all of this. Why was I questioning it? I had obviously lost my damn mind. He placed his hand on my thigh. My jaw fell agape, as he slowly slid his hand up under my dress, grazing his fingers against my panties. I inhaled a sharp breath, before glancing around anxiously.

"What if someone sees?"

"Shhhh," He urged. His hands were warm against my skin. He massaged circles against me, putting enough pressure atop my panties to ignite pleasure from my pussy. With skilled movement he stroked me above the fabric. I could feel myself becoming wet beneath his fingers.

I leaned back on my elbows, my chest heaved up and down rapidly as I was consumed by pleasure. His eyes darkened with lust, as his head tilted slightly, interested in every movement made by me, controlled by the pleasure enacted by his fingers. A soft cry left my lips as he slipped his hand into my panties. His fingers grazed my slit, running the wetness from my arousal up my folds to rub my clitoris. I spread my legs apart unconsciously, arching my back to push my hips into his grasp.

"Oh god," I moaned as he put more pressure on my sensitive bud. He glanced around us, but there wasn't a watchful gaze close enough to see what we were doing. In the middle of the day I was surprised not to find any kids around, but thankful, as Nicolo inched his face towards my thighs.

"What are you doing?" I rasped. My breath was erratic. Nicolo didn't answer me, as he slipped his head under my dress. His breath cascaded along my cunt as he yanked my panties to the side with his other hand and placed a soft kiss against my pussy lips.

"Holy shit," I choked out, as his tongue darted against my wet slit. His tongue was warm and gentle against me. Stroking my center with feathery, matured movements. He groaned softly with his mouth on me, before gently sucking my clitoris into his mouth.

"Oh god, Nicolo," I cried gently as he swirled his tongue around my clitoris. I suddenly realized what my reward was.

"I- I'm going to come," I stated cautiously. The last time I stated that he had stopped. My fingers shot out to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he swirled his tongue around my clit faster. He didn't stop. His tongue was relentless on my pussy. Drawing out the orgasm I longed to have. With one free hand his circled a finger around my entrance, before pumping it inside of me.

I yelped from his sudden assault, but it only heightened the pleasure. My orgasm was seconds away, and I didn't think I could stop even if he ordered me to. "Shit," I mumbled, as he fucked me furiously with his finger, and sucked and flicked my clitoris inside of his mouth.

I came on his face, pleasure exploding throughout my being. I was consumed by my orgasm, transported to some reality filled with ecstasy. My legs shook uncontrollably beneath him, my body twitched sporadically. He lapped up all of the juice of my orgasm before kissing my cunt and sitting up.

"You're not going to fuck me?" I breathed. I was surprised. I wanted him to. Very badly. He shook his head.

"It's your reward." He gently hit the bag that contained our food. "Finish eating."

After experiencing a reward like that, I did what I was told and fixed myself before finishing the rest of my food.