Devilish Temptation
Dante Loreno Michelangeli Calandrelli, or Priest Calandrelli for short.
I still remember the first day I met him as if it was yesterday. When nonno told me the Priest in charge as Scarlatti's headmaster was young and all that shit, I didn't pay attention because I thought he would be a dipshit hypocrite, since he mentioned he was once a student in the school. But I'd profoundly regretted not paying attention to what nonno told me about him when I met him.
They say devils are the embodiment of lust to tempt you to sin. If that's true, then I believe the Priest is actually a devil in disguise. Dio, the second my eyes laid on his after he locked the door of his office with me in it, after the director had thrown me inside, my panties got drenched, and I felt really close from attacking him right there. All I wanted was for him to feel attracted to me, for him to take his big cock out of his pants, and spank me with it, spank my womb with it if possible.
One look at him and that was it. Instant obsession. He didn't rent my mind, he bought it for himself, he became all I could think off, all I'd dream of, all I desired, and since then, I was unable to feel even attracted to anyone, girls and boys, none worked. All I did was to get his punishment because being punished by him was the only to get to his tower, to get to him, to see him, to hear his deep raspy breathy voice, to inhale his woody scent with a hint of smoke.
But I know he feels something for me too, or his eyes wouldn't get so dark when I'm talking back at him defiantly, or the bulge in his black pants wouldn't grow more and more when I'm close to him, or he wouldn't do what he does when he's torturing me. Only me. I'm the only student he punishes himself, the only one, I've looked into it, even before I came here, no one was labelled as bile as me to be punished by him.
And though everybody thinks I'm not a virgin anymore, I only let the boys fuck my butt and my mouth, and hands, never my pussy. I'm still a virgin there, which I've been keeping for him. But he doesn't know that, he also believed in not a virgin, which was on purpose, since I thought that, if he thinks I'm not a virgin, he won't be so against fucking me.
It can't be helped, he's otherworldly delicious.
2.22 meters of sculpted muscles in a male hourglass body, with legs and arms proportionally thick and toned, a steel-like chest, veins popping, hands bigger than my face, a thick ass and thinner waist, huge feet, wide back, broad shoulders, sharp collarbones, a slander neck with the sexiest Adam's apple. Not to mention having a cock so big I can tell it apart from his pants because it goes down to the middle of his thighs, thickly, making it easier to tell if he's hard or not. I'm sure he has big and heavy balls with the seed he must be bottling up ever since he became a Priest and renegade all sinful mundane pleasures.
His face is devilishly angelic. Angular features, flat chin, a jaw so sharp it could easily cut a tree with it, sharp cheekbones, dark straight and full eyebrows, a rectangular forehead, a longer high-bridge nose, with deep dimples in both cheeks, flawless fair white skin, insanely long eyelashes, hunter-shaped reddish amber eyes that look blood red when they darken, and full heart-shaped rosy lips that are constantly in a mischievous smirk with perfect teeth. Small ears that have a clear sign of being pierced more than three times in each, and wavy raven black hair in a sexy wolf cut.
He has no body hair at all, which makes him even more appetizing.
Always dressed fully in black, with tailored pants, and a silk button-down dress shirt with a turtle neck having that white things around it, that always Priests do, though his sleeves are always unbuttoned and raised up a bit, showing his sexy wrists. His hair always styled back, leaving only a wavy string falling in each side of his forehead. All with a silver crucifix necklace around his neck.
I still use papa's good crucifix necklace around my neck, it's still a bit big for me, but I take it off. I only took it off when I was hooking up with those stupid kids to get Dante's attention and punishment. They were not worthy of me.
Dante. That's how I call him, he always complains about it, saying it's disrespectful, and that I should be punished for it, but I can't help it. That is what I want, his punishment, because when he's punishing me, his hands are on me, he's touching me. He ain't no Saint, even if he's a Priest now, he ain't a Saint, and his delinquent mafia past condemns him as much as mine condemns me, and it shows on his punishments.
If he didn't feel even the least attracted to me, he wouldn't punish me the way he does, he wouldn't talk to me the way he does, he wouldn't do what he does. I think he knows I'm addicted to him, because he's not even surprised with me being thrown at his office to be punished by him anymore. He awaits for me, because he knows I'll fuck things up just to see him again, and I know he wants to see me too.
As soon as I went back home in the summer after I first met him when I was 15, I contacted a detective to get everything on his life to me, every single detail. And though it was really fucking hard to do that, since the Calandrelli had set an extremely effective security around his data and everything about him, he managed to break through it.
He was 28 when I was 13, born in April 6th, he's 15 years older than me, currently 33 years old as I'll turn 18 in a week. Born in Milan, Italy, he was the heir of the Calandrelli mafia, the oldest brother out of three, having two youngest sisters, Agata Giovanna and Bruna Nicoletta Michelangeli Calandrelli, twins, both 10 years younger than him, currently 23 years old as both are from June 2nd.
The son of Massimo Giovanni Righetti Calandrelli and Caterina Rosa Scarlatti Michelangeli, the capo of the Calandrelli and the princess of the Venice mafia whose maternal family was part of the clan that founded the school. Grandson of Giotto Belluschi Calandrelli and Letizia Lusardi Righetti from his papa's side from Milan, and Emilio Favalli Michelangeli and Violetta Tedesco Scarlatti from his mamma's side from Venice.
His papa is an only child, but his mamma was the second and the youngest daughter after his maternal uncle Marcello Scarlatti Michelangeli, who married Renata De Rossi, the second daughter of the De Rossi mafia familie from Varenna, with whom he had three couple of twins, Matias and Ana Alice currently 25, Fiorella and Olivieiro currently 22, then Allegrino and Olimpia De Rossi Michelangeli currently 19 years old; respectively from January 23rd, June 30th, and August 17th.
Both the Scarlatti, Michelangeli, and the De Rossi are millionaires, while the Calandrelli are billionaires, all Old Money through and through. And he was to be the heir, had he not suddenly decided to become a damn Priest. Nonno later on told me again that he did that to repent for his sins and some shit, but what I got on his psychiatrist records at the time told me something different, ridiculously so.
According to what his psychiatrist at the time, Asterio Arienti, back in Milan, wrote down in his notes on Dante, he had visited a shaman with his best friend Nevio Lionello Arkhan Puccinelli– currently 30 years old, 3 years younger than him and best friends since Nevio was 10 and Dante was 13, both meeting up in Scarlatti, him being Australian-Italian, from Perth, and now living in Milan, married to a 20-year-old girl for a year now, Ivy Isabell Wilkinson from London whom he met when he was there, and they have been together ever since, though she's currently a Architecture college student in Milan–, and the shaman apparently told him to become a Priest.
He was as much of a troublemaker as I am, if not worse.
At the tender age of 5, when he was staying at his mamma's best friend's house in Florence, Olivia Scardina, where she lived with her husband, Gandolfo Ceppellini, he was sexually abused by both, they would torture him with whips and dildos and Olivia would force him to fuck her while her husband would abuse his butt. They were his godparents, not part of the mafia, and as he was unable to tell his family about it, he endured it until he was 8 years old, when he lost his mind and killed them both, slicing their throat open and stabbing both until they were unrecognizable, all after mutilating their reproductive organs.
When his parents when to pick him up, they found everyone on the house dead, including the 12 members of the staff whom he killed, because all knew what they did to him and did nothing about it. His parents didn't ask him what happened, they got their people to clean up and dragged him back to their villa in Milan, then, before even asking him, they beat him up until he was unconscious thinking he was a psychopath, and only when they got their hands on the security cameras of Olivia's house, did they realized they had only fucked it up worse.
There was no apology that would be enough to un-break him, make him forgive them, because from the moment he woke up after that, he turned cold on everyone but his sisters, but he avoided everyone altogether. Then, he began to explode in and aggressiveness more often. Every time he heard about any family causing trouble to his family, he would suit-up and run out of the house, and only comeback covered in blood after murdering all of them. By the time he turned 10, he had already murdered 4 families, and his mind had become more and more unstable, which was why he was sent to Scarlatti Catholic Boarding Prep Academy.
But he didn't fight it, he took that as an opportunity to meet people who shared the same mindset as him.
However, barely anybody did, no one was as vile as he was around there, which was why he only became friends with Nevio, even though he was younger, because they were alike, though Dante was still worse. Worse but a genius, and he got the top spot in all the subjects, but still troublesome, a shameless bully with a short temper who almost killed anyone who pissed him off with his fists. He was a rebel kid, fucking the older girls all the time with no care at all, and when he became a senior, he would fuck the younger girls from 14 to his age, 18-19.
He would talk back and mock the teachers, he had piercings on his ears, eyebrow, bottom lip, nose, and he also had tattoos on his back, chest, and left leg. Dante also kept taking care of the people who messed with his familie every summer he came back home. That is, until he visited this said shaman four months before Senior graduation, then he stopped doing all of that, stopped using piercings, became suddenly obedient, and act as if Dio has 'touched his heart' and made him crave to repent for his sins by turning into a Priest.
And ever since he came back and began working in Scarlatti as a Priest, he only leaves on July 1st and comes back on July 31st, staying in his own place in Milan, and catching up with his best friend and Ivy, whom he became friends with. He was also the Priest in their summer marriage. He shortened his contact with his familie, who was absolutely against him becoming a Priest, since he was build to be a capo, and that was not why they sent him to Scarlatti, which made them regret that decision dearly.
Apparently, they have been trying to make him step down from it ever since he took the decision, be he remained adamant. All because that shaman told him to be a Priest, which proves that he's full of shit, and still is the old Dante somewhere inside him.
All I want is to grab that old Dante inside him by the hand, being him to my shadows, and make him fuck me. I need him. I know he wants me too, there's no way he doesn't. I just need to find a way to make him cross the line he's mentioned so many times when punishing me. I don't care about the consequences or with what he'll do to me, even less if sex with him might kill me. I would gladly die after having him inside me once.
There's no way he doesn't see himself on me.
We were made for each other, I feel it in my bones. I just need him to want me enough to say fuck it to everything else and fuck me.