Chapter 27 : We Want You
Chapter 27: We Want You
Sophie
I was sitting on the big chair with them across from me in the office. Adriano was in the middle with Luciano on his left and Angelo on his right.
“I..” I began and Angelo smiled.
“You want us to lead?” I nodded. Yes, please.
“You know what we did to you, darling?” Adriano said, a little smirked on his beautiful face. I blushed.
“I..I googled it.”
“And?”Luciano asked gently, probably knowing I was seconds away from hyperventilating. I dug my hands into my hoodie.
“It said that it was a punishment or something like that…” I mumbled.
“That the dominant does it.”
I had searched stuff, I had found out a lot and I was a little scared of what I had found out because almost all of it looked scary and painful.
“Look at us, Sophie.” Adriano said, I had not even realized that I was looking down at the desk instead of them. I lifted my eyes, looking at the three men who had disrupted my life since the day I met them.
“We will ask you some questions now, just answer honestly with yes and no if you don't want to elaborate, okay?” Angelo said.
“Okay,” my fingers dug into my palms as I balled my hands.
“Did you like what we did to you?” Luciano asked. It didn't seem like they were teasing me so I answered truthfully.
“Y.. yes,”
Adriano smiled, a strand of his hair falling over his forehead that he brushed away. His hair was getting longer.
“Did it scare you?”
“A little, yes.” I nodded my head.
“Do you trust us?” Angelo asked.
“I..no,” I shook my head. They looked a little hurt but they had asked honestly.
Luciano’s eyes tilted and my eyes fell on the strand of his brown hair that was brushing against the bridge of his nose.
“Do we make you feel unsafe?”
“No,” I shook my head.
I trusted them enough to know that they wouldn't hurt me, I knew they hid things from me, they had to know that I knew that.
“What do you want from us?” Angelo asked, running a hand through his silky hair. His Rolex was so dark that it didn't catch the light at all. Not that there was much light in the office and outside the weather was good, it looked like it was about to rain.
“I didn't know.” I bit my lip.
“Everything I read was…too much.”
They watched me with those intense eyes of theirs, they always stared at me like this as if memorizing me.
“Half of the shit you read probably doesn't explain what it is really like.” Adriano stood up and walked towards me. He rotated the chair till I was facing him and kept his hands on the armrest, leaning down to look me in the eyes.
“It is not about hurting you, darling.” He grabbed my neck with one hand, a firm grip that knocked the breath out of me.
“It is about pleasuring you in ways you can never imagine.”
I felt the other two come closer, Luciano fisted my hair in his hands, making me look at him.
“We can make you feel things, princess. Things you will get addicted to.” He murmured to me as his sparkling eyes flickered over my face.
“All you have to do…” I heard Angelo said into my ear.
“Let us take care of you and submit to us Sophie.”
They were so close, my breath was trembling. They were all over me, it was just me and them right now.
“I..I..” Adriano’s thumb caressed my lower lip.
“Think about it for a day.” He said and they all pulled back. I was a blushing mess.
“Ask us if you have any questions.”
“We will never do anything which you won't agree with.” Luciano said.
“Come back in a day or anytime you have the answer or a question. Text us, call us and bombarded us with questions, okay?” Angelo kissed my forehead.
“It is not about hurting you, you liked what we did and you will like everything we will do if you say yes.” He added.
“If you say yes,” Adriano said, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.
“We will try out what we think you will like, you can back out anytime.” He kissed my cheek.
“We want you,” Luciano said.
“In any case you will let us have you, as friends or more.” He kissed my temple.
I couldn't lie, the Rizzo's brothers were persuasive as heck. So, to avoid thinking, I went thrift shopping. I was trying to put my overthinking off till tomorrow afternoon. Sarah loved thrift shopping so she tagged along.
“This is ugly, uglier than my brother.” She muttered. She was not pleasant to buy clothes with, however. I had never met her brother, I had never met any of her family members.
I looked at what she was looking at, it was a blue dress that was sparkling in the small store. It was short and was probably my size. I took it from her, I had to admit that it was an ugly dress. Who even wore things like this anymore. But it would make a nice top, I could imagine cutting it in half, throwing the skirt part away and making little and big roses on the shimmering fabric. It would look good with a pitch black jacket I got a few days ago.
“Leg me guess, you are buying this?” She asked.
“It smells like vomit.” She added.
“So do you but I don't say anything.” She rolled her eyes.
“And she gets meaner by the day.” She muttered under her breath while going through more clothes. I smelled the dress, it did smell bad but nothing I couldn't wash out. Now that I was not using my mother’s money anymore, I had to make sure I was not spending too much and that top would probably look cute.
“How is everything with your best friends?” She asked after we finally walked out of the thrift store with our clear umbrellas over our heads and arms filled with bags.
I mentally made a note to not buy clothes for the rest of the month. Susan had given me a Christmas bonus but I didn't want to spend it all. I looked at her, she was too freaking talk as the Rizzo’s but she was probably a few inches shorter than them. I had too many tall friends, I was going to get a neck sprain.
“Cool,” I replied.
I would tell her everything eventually, I just wanted to see how things with me and them were going to play out before I told her anything and I was scared of her reaction. Would she think bad of me? If I told her I was attracted to three men at the same time? Probably not, she was cool but there was still doubt in my head. If my mother found out, she would die of shame. Many I should tell her then, I shook my head. I was really a bad daughter.