Softness In Hidden Tears

ISABELLA'S CONDOMINIUM
Fifth Avenue
New York, New York
 
Isabella opened an embedded China cabinet and removed two long-stemmed champagne glasses. She placed all the items on a bi-lateral handle silver tray and closed the cabinet door.

Isabella walked back to the bedroom. She was not prepared for the scene that greeted her.

Steffen was up and getting dressed. She noticed he was apparently in a hurry.
 
“Where are you going?”
 
Isabella placed the serving tray on top of her dresser.
 
“Ver’gine, tell me lady do you play fucking games like this often?” Steffen pulled up his pants. “What is your story? Do you invite uomini to your casa one after the other, make love to them, and then tell them some outlandish shit about how you were a ver’gine!”
 
Isabella’s patience snapped.
 
“What the hell are you talking about?”
 
“It’s funny, because I was starting to believe you. For a minute, I even became remorseful for what I did to you.”
 
Steffen zipped his zipper, buttoned his pants, and then buckled his belt.
 
Isabella crossed her arms over her chest.
 
“And what exactly did you do to me Steffen?”
 
“Seduced you dammit but willing this time. I gained something from you, you should have given to me on that terrace. I asked you to come home with me. Hell, I even begged you, but no maledizione! You played that damn ver’gine act until I saw you in the arms of that politician bastard boyfriend of yours! Tell me this, did you have him go through the same teasing shit. Did you let him taste you, touch you, or did you delete foreplay, and let him fuck you quickly.”
 
Steffen rubbed his palm backwards through his hair.
 
“I’m still a little confused here. Therefore, I would like to know after our brief encounter, you decided I wasn’t good enough for you?”
 
Steffen held Isabella’s eyes; he tried at best to soften his brash words.
 
“So, what was is it, Signorina Tramaine? You thought you would hold out for a bigger fish…? A fucking politician?”
 
Steffen snickered at Isabella while he looked her up and down.
 
“And just to think that, after our disagreement. I returned to where I disgraced you to utter my most humble apologies. I guess it was a wasted trip. If it’s money you’re after Signorina Tramaine, rest assured. I have more than you could ever imagine. In reference to tonight, I don’t pay for sloppy seconds.”
 
Steffen concentrated on Isabella’s lips, his voice thinned to a whisper, “Such a pity, you were quite good in the sheets Signorina Tramaine.”
 
Steffen rooted his presence in place. His pride remained on defense.
 
Isabella’s face was chalky white. In a voice on the verge of losing its composure, she finally managed to get a sentence out.
 
“Is this all our..., our involvement meant to you?” Isabella flustered one of her hands to the rumpled sheets. “Was our union based on a male conquest? Just silly lies to get me in bed?”
 
Isabella placed her palm on her forehead and turned around. She inhaled and exhaled. She couldn't believe this shit was happening to her. She turned back around and found Steffen’s eyes.
 
“I thought you cared for me, if not much, at least a small fraction. Dammit Steffen, how could you do this shit to me?” Isabella’s voice quivered with doubts and now regrets.
 
“I thought I could care. However, I have this uneasiness about coming in second place.” Steffen brushed pass Isabella in an effort to leave.
 
“You don’t understand Steffen.” Isabella followed Steffen into the living room. “Don’t leave like this, we need to talk.”
 
She watched him put back on his torn shit and suit jacket.
 
“Devin is a very good friend of mine.”
 
Steffen turned around, he did not care to, but he felt he had to.
 
“I guess he would be now. You have already convinced yourself you do not need him as long as I'm around. Apparently, the arrangement between you didn’t keep his ass away tonight.”
 
Isabella began to understand Steffen’s assumption about her. She assumed he must have overheard Devin talking to her about his pants, and losing his wallet, and then came up with the wrong conclusion.
 
“Steffen, I now understand what’s going on here. I am fully aware you misunderstood the conversation between Devin and me. Please want you sit down so I may have the chance to explain everything to you?”
 
Isabella silently prayed to some higher being her pleas would not be ignored.
 
Steffen almost surrendered to Isabella’s reasoning. He did not really want to leave. Hitherto, his common senses seized his heart. He knew this was only a game to her, the other man showing back at her residence confirmed his suspicion.
 
“I do not think so Isabella. I do not have the time or the inclination. You can now master the craft of your explicit sexual interludes with your politician. There’s a strange rumor they make strange bedfellows.”
 
Isabella’s palm landed a stinging blow across Steffen’s cheek.
 
“Get out!”
 
“With pleasure!” Steffen shouted back at her.
 
He buttoned his suit jacket and stood aloof. His feet remained motionless.
 
Steffen could not explain why he felt angry. She willingly let him bed her, which was something he ached to do since the first time he ever saw her. He silently wished for the chance to free the need of liberating himself inside of her. Moreover, to counteract the corporeal deficient she roused within the depths of his soul. His mission was served and well accomplished. If so, why did he feel cheated? Especially when she just handed him a perfect opportunity to walk away without a second glance.
 
Maledizione she was beautiful he thought.
 
She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest affirming her purity. After been made passionate love to, her soothing emerald-colored eyes were shadowy than usual. Once again, her outlined physique called out to his physical comforting state of existence.
 
“Did you hear me, get out!”
 
Steffen unbuttoned his suit jacket. Isabella recoiled a step.
 
“I will not make the ending of our brief sexual liaison that memorable for you belle,” Steffen growled.
 
Isabella lifted her eyebrows.
 
“Whatever do you mean?”
 
Steffen unbuttoned his suit jacket and rushed to Isabella. He eagerly grabbed her by the shoulders. The force of his grip almost made her stumble. He hurled her small frame against his massive solid chest wall. Steffen secluded Isabella in a locked embrace and greedily fastened his mouth over hers. He kissed her not in a way she was accustomed to when they made love earlier, but now with a brutal force.
 
“Let..., let me go you barbarian.”
 
Isabella turned her face to avoid Steffen’s lips.
 
Steffen’s breathing pattern became ragged, his pent-up physical arousal begged for its calling.
 
Isabella furiously hammered at Steffen’s chest.
 
“Get out!” Isabella’s soft-spoken voice rose in panic.
 
Steffen stopped the onslaught. He seized her wrists and pinned them behind her back.
 
The deed parted her robe and exposed her tantalizing breasts. With one hand, he took the leisure and squeezed a lone breast. He massaged the tender pinkish nipple between his thumbs.
 
Steffen changed places with his mouth.
 
Isabella knew this was not the same man who willingly mastered her body and made love to her with such gentleness.
 
“Steffen please, I don’t…”
 
Before Isabella could complete her appeal, Steffen pushed her down.
 
The couch cushioned her unexpected fall.
 
Steffen’s body followed pursuit; he unzipped the front opening of his pants and freed the pulsating pressure that strained for fulfillment.
 
Isabella felt the crusade of Steffen’s intentions against the inner part of her thighs.
 
“Oh no you’re not,” Isabella spat out. She tried to sit up.
 
Steffen caught Isabella’s slim wrists and stabilized them over her head.  He palmed his engorged flesh with one hand and swiftly inserted it into the moistness of her vaginal walls. He repeatedly stabbed his penis in and out of her taut vagina to prepare himself for a physical excursion he only found when locked together with her like this.
 
Steffen looked down; he saw the perplexity in Isabella’s eyes. He immediately slackened his vice grip on her wrists.
 
“Look what you’ve made of me,” Steffen hissed in Isabella’s ear in a rueful tone. He discontinued moving. “Isabella, my love I’m sorry.” He laid his forehead against hers.
 
He came to his senses after the fact. He laid on top of her; he hoped she would find it in her heart to forgive him. This was not how he hoped it would end between them. He knew this charade was a foolish mistake.
 
“I can’t help this feeling my love, I can’t.”
 
Steffen moved his pounding dick inside Isabella’s pussy. For the life in him, he could not bring his manhood to discontinue moving inside of her.
 
“You feel so buono.”
 
Steffen kissed Isabella he gyrated more ardently. Relinquished passion spiraled out of control.
 
Isabella began to respond, she strained to free her arms.
 
Steffen reacted to Isabella’s willingly response. He loosened his imprisonment of her wrists. He was mentally elated he was not in this physical entrapment alone.
 
Isabella linked her arms around Steffen’s neck. She lifted her pelvis, meeting his groin. She physically enticed Steffen’s body to meet hers halfway. Her body sought to experience the pleasure only this man stimulated in her.
 
Their inseparable bodies fused to reach a plateau of mutual moral gratification.
 
Steffen and Isabella blocked out the misunderstanding and their argument earlier. Nothing mattered except the call to physical joviality.
 
“I..., hate..., I hate you.”
 
“I’m…”
 
Steffen clutched Isabella’ body tighter. He kissed her face. He hunched back and palmed one of her breasts. Steffen teased the nipple between his lips.
 
“Oh..., my..., Steffen.”
 
Isabella closed her eyes to the pleasure of Steffen’s mouth harboring her nipple. She opened her thighs wider. She did not want to deny herself the pleasure his manhood provided while he repetitively probed it inside of her. She clung to him tightly.
 
Steffen laid his body on Isabella in pursuit of completeness. He cradled Isabella’s buttocks with both hands and lifted her bottom up. He matted it against the wall of his groin region.
 
The intimate contact caused Isabella’s vaginal muscles to voluntarily spasm.
 
“I’m... Oooo Steffen.”
 
“Maledizione!”
 
Steffen gripped Isabella’s buttocks tighter. He threw his head back, his body physically convulsed. His ejaculation exploded inside Isabella’s vaginal passageway. He felt Isabella’s vaginal spasmodic reaction recede to a faint throb.
 
Steffen removed his hands; he cupped Isabella’s face, wiped her hair away from her face, and then laid his cheek against her cheek. Not sure, of what to do, or say, Steffen kissed Isabella’s neck.
 
“No Steffen.” Isabella turned her face to avoid him kissing her lips. “Are you happy now?” In lieu of the circumstances, the statement hurt.
 
“Please get up and leave.”
 
Isabella felt guilty of her own somatic betrayal.
 
Steffen stayed put, he inhaled the pleasant scent of Isabella’s hair. He inched his face back and looked down into her eyes.
 
“Does it count for something, if I say I’m sorry,” Steffen whispered against Isabella’s lips.
 
Isabella looked up into Steffen’s eyes. Darn he was a handsome man she thought.
 
“I..., I’m afraid not.”
 
The sweat trickling down the side of his face turned her on.
 
Steffen heard Isabella’s unstable acknowledgment. He felt pleased where he laid. He slightly moved inside of her, and definitely, what they recently shared. Steffen hated to face the fact that once he gets up this would be the end of them.
 
“Please get up and leave!”
 
Steffen planted a kiss on Isabella’s lips and withdrew his manhood. He stood and placed his limp manhood back into his pants. He zipped up his pants and buttoned back up his suit jacket.
 
Steffen walked to the door but refused to open it. He turned back around to get a final look at Isabella.
 
Isabella stood near the couch. Her robe remained open to reveal her perfect nudity.
 
A purplish bruise manifested where his belt buckle indented her delicate skin.
 
Steffen gritted down through sealed teeth, fuck he thought. He shook his head from side-to-side; he was furious with himself.
 
“Get out!” Isabella screamed at Steffen. Her hysterical voice echoed in his ears.
 
Steffen turned the doorknob, opened the door, and walked out. He pulled the door close.
 
Isabella released the unshed tears she tried to hold back. She ran into her bedroom; she saw the bloodstains that branded the white silk sheet.
 
She fell on top of her bed and cried until there were no more tears to shed.
 
 
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