Chapter 67 : I See It
Chapter 67: I See It
Sophie
Adriano had taken the phone from Luciano when I was done with the prologue of the sinful book. Now, they both listened to me and it made me edge like five times while I told him what was in the book. By the end of it, I was crying and he still refused to let me cum.
“You will cum when I want you to cum.” Adriano said, ignoring my sniffles and small sobs.
“Till then, you are going to stay like this.”
They were being mean now.
“Please, daddy.” I begged, my hand sneaking inside my pants. Before I could stop myself, I was rubbing my clit. I let go of the book and rubbed myself faster and just when I began to fall apart, Adriano spoke.
“If you cum, kitten. I will spank that pussy of yours the second I get my hands on you.”
I couldn't stop it then, I cum witn my sob and my thighs shaking and wetness leaking out of me. There was silence on the other side of the call.
“Oh, baby girl.” Luciano said, I gulped.
They were going to punish me now, I was reminded of what they had done to me in the playroom or the mirror room as they called it. That plug and spanking, I had expected them to do more that day. But I didn't know, it had felt like they were holding themselves back.
“I wanted you to tell you that we will probably visit in some days.” Adriano said and my body turned cold. They were going to bruise my ass for this one.
“So, kitten. I hope you enjoyed cuming because we will make you beg.” I gulped.
“I…I couldn't stop it, daddy.” I muttered and I heard voices in the background and then a curse.
“We have to go.” Adriano said.
“We will talk to you later, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.” I whispered.
“How do you feel?” Luciano asked.
“I am tired.” I mumbled, curling into a ball.
“Sleep then,” Adriano said.
“And call us if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Good girl.” He said and hung up the call.
The Santoro's were good at archery. I watched as Callan took the bow for his brother, Logan who had struck the arrow right in the middle. The arrow was taken out by an enthusiastic Nia and she moved a safe distance away. Callan aimed, eyes narrowed in concentration and perspiration forming on his forehead. It was a hot day, we were all in the backyard of the house, shooting arrows. Callan and Logan had come last night and this morning, Nia dragged me out of the room to hang out with her and the Santoro's.
She was cute but she reminded me of leech, something you can't shake off. She preyed on my laziness rather than my blood, though. The arrows were released and it hit right where Logan was. Callan lowered the bow with a lazy arrogant smirk on his face and he handed it to Lucas. He didn't take as much time as Callan and Logan had, he shot and it hit where his brother's had and gave the bow back to Logan.
“How does it end?” I whispered to Miss. Rivera who was standing beside me.
“When one of them has to go to the bathroom.” She replied and I raised my eyebrows.
“Really?” She chuckled.
“Yes, it will go on for hours. How about you and I go out today?” She smiled.
“Yo can wear a wig and no one knows me here. A friend of mine is in the city.”
“Oh, Miss. Riviera. I don't know..”
“She is an artist.” She tried to get me interested.
“What is her name?” I asked and she smiled.
“Sim Gold.” She replied and I nodded.
“Where do I put a wig?” I asked and she smiled.
I was frozen as I watched Sim Gold laugh with Miss Rivera as she stirred her tea. I was sitting beside her and was just yet to speak a word in my normal voice. Sim looked at me, her brilliant eyes curious.
“Are you an artist?” She asked.
“I..hmm, no.”
“I can see charcoal on the edge od your palm.” She said and I looked down at my hand, sure enough, there was a dark stain on the edge of my palm.
“And you have been eyeing that painting ever since we came here.” She nodded toward the giant painting on the wall of the restaurant, her curls bouncing. It was a fire star restaurant, I had enough money to pay for it but Mrs. Gold has said that it was her treat.
The painting was beautiful, the artist had mixed mannerisms with abstract making the painting look to be of the ancient period and yet modern. It was of a woman dressed in a wedding gown, the veil hiding all of her face except her red lips which had blood coming out from the side of her mouth. The background was black with doodling on it and I couldn't see what exactly was written from so far.
“She is an artist.” Miss Rivera replied.
“All she does is scribble on that little sketchbook of hers.”
“I..I really don't…”
“Can I see it?” Mrs. Gold asks, cutting me off.
I let out a breath and opened my bag, a very expensive one which Luciano had chosen and took out my sketchbook. I handed it to her, happy that my hands weren't shaking. The Rizzos would be proud of me. She flipped open the sketchbook, her hands gripping it in a way her fingers didn't brush with the sketch. I hated it when people did that.
She looked through it for a while. I had sketched many things in it during my time with the Rizzos. One was of Angelo at his piano, sketched in a way that showed his back. One was of Luciano, head down as he read a book and one was Adriano with his back turned to me in the kitchen. None of those showed their faces, there were many others too. Some of Sarah, some of my mother because no matter how much I dislike her, she is still gorgeous. And some of the random things I saw at the mansion, there were some of the janitor's closet I always got locked in during high school. Some were of my bullies but I hadn't made their faces either. It was a sketchbook that held everything, my heart and my pain.
She looked through it patiently, not asking me anything which I appreciated. I wondered if she saw the troublesome quick lines I had made in the sketches of my bullies and the janitor's closet. I wondered if she saw the patient lines in the sketches of the Rizzo's which I made with love. A fifty-year old woman looked up at me, closing the half-filled sketchbook and smiled.
“I see it.” She said and the glint in her eyes was of a woman who understood pain.