22• Micah.

"Get up, it's dinner time." I heard the familiar voice as I breathed out hearing the person say something in Sicilian.

I finally opened my eyes feeling a sharp pain in my ass while my head quickly remind me of who caused it and I swore silently at Sullivan while Rosa uses her hand to hit the door hard making some noise so I could wake up properly when I already am well awoken.

"It's dinner time. Get Master Sullivan downstairs." Rosalina said with her brunette hair packed into a maid's style.

"Can you not just go get him yourself?" I asked her as though I didn't want to meet with Sullivan for now or ever.

"Follow orders will you? Master Sullivan must be starving, get him down." Rosa commanded and I rolled my eyes. At her.

"Isn't Don Sullivan again?" I scorned weakly and Rosa glared a bit at me before turning to go.

I sighed dragging my feet to the bathroom, still feeling my ass crying in pain.

I should probably apply an ointment. I thought stripping off the gown that has felt burdensome ever since I wore it.

I walked under the shower, turning it on and the water began falling down my skin, soothing the pain I was feeling on my knees, waist, and butt.

I scrubbed my hair and even dared to feel the pain in my ass but when my hand suddenly grab its cheeks I screamed fidgeting at once and laughing afterward at my act.

I finished bathing and applied an ointment which I found on the sink to my butt and it felt easing.

I changed into a skirt and blouse, not wearing a bra but putting on panties this time.

I suddenly remember leaving my pants in Sullivan's room and I widened my eyes as I began to grumble aware that he's gonna tease me with that since he's also good at tormenting me.

I walked out of my room, well barely walking because the ointment was beginning to perform some treatment on my butt.

As I got to Sullivan's room, I knocked on the door with a tiring sigh standing in front of his bedroom but there was no reply.

Rather than knocking again, I opened the door hoping I won't fall into his hands like last time. I stepped inside his room and eyes met with him laying peacefully on the bed as if he hadn't punished me earlier today and I smirked at his appearance.

One would think he's such an innocent good autistic patient without knowing he's one hell of an expert when it comes to dealing with women... I guess when he meant he was going to show me how Italians have pleasure, he wasn't playing around.

I walked over to him suddenly wishing to slap his face so he could wake up but I dared not to I love daring myself which always puts me in trouble from the time I mistakenly saw my dad's friend's nakedness and he raped me as punishment... That should be in the past. I remind myself stopping beside Sullivan's bed.

I was going to slap his cheeks just as he had done to me and I hoped it was going to hurt like how he hurts me, but I wasn't hurt by the spanking since I had come to know I enjoyed it.

I met with Sullivan's sleeping face and was arrested at his appearance.

I had no idea he was way more of being dashing than just being cruel. I thought staring at his face.

His black hair was neatly styled to a side part with some strands on his forehead meeting with his shaped eyebrow. His mixture of brown and black eyelashes rested on his eyelids and I was taken aback at his beautiful olive skin that seemed out of the ordinary with his beautiful lush lips that would want me sucking on it very soon with his chiseled jaws that seemed to accommodate little beards.

I had no idea I was staring so much at Sullivan's pretty face that I didn't even realize when his mother walked in and tapped me on my shoulders making me flinch and raising my lashes at her and she smiled warmly at me. "Enjoying the view?" She asked smilingly and I nodded a bit embarrassed. "Sullivan was known for his beautiful spotless skin tone when he was young." Mrs. Stone started and I would start thinking why she was telling me this while she took a glimpse at her all-so-lovely psycho of a son.

"Good to know." But I had to comment with a small smile.

"It's been tough being with him?" She asked quietly.

"No. Not at all." I assured.

He's been pleasuring me real good you know... I said the remaining ones to myself.

"I'm glad." Mrs. Stone added. "And is he getting used to you?" She asks again.

"Very well. We've been like close friends." I lied hoping she could notice my sarcasm but she was smiling gratefully instead.

I wish she could have a hint that I'm her crazy spotless skin-son fucking submissive.

"I knew Doctor Fiore has an eye for good things." Mrs. Stone added and I was rolling my eyes at the mention of that Doctor Fiori or whatever...

Probably he is the one who bought me from the gangsters, or... No, no, no. I'm not going to think about that puzzle which always had my head spinning.

I still didn't even know whether the gangsters bought me intending to resell me like some cheap product to Doctor Fiore who resold me to Mr and Mrs Stone. Or whether Sullivan was the fucking mastermind.

"Please, can you go check on Ginevra? I heard what happened, I hope you're fine as well." Mrs. Stone said with a motherly look.

"Yes, I'm fine thank you." I forced out a smile. "I will go check on Gin now, while..." I pointed at Sullivan hoping she would understand what I meant and she nodded.

"Yes, I will wake him up for dinner." She said as I walked out of the room to Ginevra's bedroom she must still be sulking about what had happened with her boyfriend who had gotten shot instead of her.

I knocked on Gin's room door but there was no reply and I almost thought it was a tradition for the two siblings not to speak up whenever someone knocked on their door.

I knocked again but there was no Gin. I slowly opened the door which was not even locked and I stepped in gazing around the beautiful artistic room of Ginevra but what I saw perplexed me