Chapter 52 : Does It Hurt?
Chapter 52: Does It Hurt?
Sophie
“Are you sure? You won't hold a quiet grudge against me as you did to Adriano?” Luciano asked, stopping to wrap his arms around me and pulling me to his chest. I shook my head.
“I am not mad, I can respect your privacy, I guess and I was a little too emotional yesterday.”
Subspace, my search history was sure interesting and he hummed.
“And I wanted to take care of you but I fucked it up.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Maybe, I should put you in subspace again.” He whispered into my ear.
“Should I make you beg, princess? Or should I spank that beautifully little ass of yours?”
“I..I am hungry.” He chuckled.
“Sure,” he led me inside the mansion and walked away to his office with a quick kiss on my lips.
I went upstairs and changed into a large hoodie and shorts underneath it. I snuggled under the covers, closing my eyes. I felt too tired. My phone buzzed, I grabbed it from the nightstand and looked at it. It was a reminder from the app which kept track of my period. My period was to start tomorrow. I sighed and went out of the covers, making sure there were no stains on them and pulled my shorts and panties down to see a nice little spot of blood on the white panties I was wearing. Great, my period decided to come early. I quickly put on a pad, thankful there was no stain on the shorts. I re-snuggled under the blankets, this time my cramps hitting me just a little. I heard the door open.
“My kitten did not even come to meet me?” Adriano teased, coming inside.
“I barely keep Luciano from eating the cake.”
“It is mine.” I sat up, eyes wide.
“And it is bad, don't let him eat it.” He smiled, he was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his hair was a gorgeous mess and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, displaying his strong forearms.
“It is safe for the time being, but he can smell chocolate.” He walked closer and sat down at the edge of the bed.
“Is something wrong?” He asked.
“No..”
I was not embarrassed about my period, of course but I would be uncomfortable with telling him. Guys never really reacted positively to periods, not the ones I had encountered. Except for my father, he used to be nice. He raised an eyebrow.
“I heard your feet hurt.” He dipped his hand under the blanket and pulled me out. I frowned at him, he kissed that frown and sat me down on his lap, shifting to sit against the headboard.
He wrapped the blanket around us and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, stroking my cheekbones with his knuckles. His one hand reached down to gently squeeze my right foot, he did this for a while and then switched to the other. I sighed, this felt good. My cramps were low right now but the decision to wear heeled boots to work was killing me. I could never resist the call of good footwear, something the Rizzo obviously knew because they had bought me too much footwear. Was I a sugar baby? But I didn't want to use them for money, I liked them, I really liked them. I snuggled into his chest.
“I am on my period.” I said and his hand on my foot froze.
“Oh,” I looked up at him, he didn't look weirded out. He looked like he didn't know what to do.
“I am okay,” I assured him.
“I may need a few things later, so…” I tried to get out of his lap but he gripped me harder, not pressing on my stomach.
“I will get you what you need. Stay here, okay?” He pressed a kiss to my lips as he sat me down, pulling the blanket up to my chin. He kissed my forehead.
“So what do you need?”
I was crying while eating the pizza.
“Kitten?” Adriano rubbed my back as I hiccuped.
“Is something wrong with the pizza?” He asked.
“No, it is beautiful.” I hiccuped again.
“Teach me,” I mumbled.
“To cook?” I nodded.
“And bake as well, I suck at baking.” I sniffled.
“Try the cake.” He rubbed my back again while Luciano, who was sitting across the counter, stood up and walked to where my cake was in its box. He brought the box and kept it on the counter and opened it.
“It is something,” Adriano muttered, looking at the messy frosting.
“Did you do it with your fingers?” I sniffed, Luciano hit the back of his head.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“I didn't mean it like that, kitten.” He said, kissing me on the lips softly. I nodded.
“It is okay, I haven't tasted it but it probably tastes bad.” I looked around.
“Where is Angelo?” I asked and they shared a look.
“Business,” Luciano replied with an assuring smile.
“Let's cut up the cake and see how much magic my baby girl has in her hands.” He kissed my forehead and walked away to grab a knife from its stand on another counter.
He sat back down on his stool as Adriano kept the cake down on the plate with a cream spatula. He handed me the knife, I cut a small piece and Adriano took it from my hand before I could taste it. He took a bite and frowned and then his eyes widened.
“This awful frosting doesn't do it justice, kitten.” He muttered.
“Really, let me…”
Angelo entered the room, cutting me off. He smiled at me.
“Hey, princess.” He wrapped his hand around me and sat down on my stool, keeping me on his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder and then smelled him. Sweet smelling perfume, I froze and he rubbed the base of my back.
“Does it hurt?” He asked softly.
“I….no,” I whispered and he frowned at me.
“Are you sure? You looked like you were going to cry.”
“I…I am sleepy.” I wiggled out of his arms.
“Good night,” I muttered and walked away, combing the staircase and then running inside my room. I closed the door and locked it.
I felt like I could still smell the perfume, he had been with some woman? Was that why Luciano and Adriano had seemed hesitant to tell me where he was? It all made sense now. How could I expect three men to want one girl? Of course, they would want to go somewhere else for pleasure too. But, did he hold her as he held me? Did he call her princess? I snuggled under my blanket and I grabbed my phone and texted Sarah. One of the million unanswered texts.
‘I need you, Sarah. Where are you?’!