The Don's Maid [18+]

03

My life, in the last fifteen hour had taken a massive turn.

I was currently laying flat in my back in the bedroom that belonged to none other then Don Vincenzo De'Marco.

Tossing and turning I have spend almost three hours. The mattress was too soft. The pillows were too fluffy the night shirt I was wearing, that belonged to The Don, was too expensive.

I wasn't fond of change but these past hours if anything has brought change.

The first to begin with was meeting the Don then the Don laying his claim over me. I knew it was better to protest.

I have already been at gun point when I denied the consigliare, about sleeping in Don's bed.

Unable to be comfortable and sleep not coming to me, I get up with a huff and stride toward the balcony door. Outside in the backyard the gala is still going on. Soft rhythm of Italian music lingering in the air, cool air against my face makes my haywire nerves a little calm.

I lean against the rail and sigh. People outside is still drinking, dancing. Enjoying the night away, like they don't even have a care in the world.

When was the last time, I felt carefree? I ask myself. Not since mama died. My inner self replies. I sigh.

"Thought, I told you to go to sleep,mio dolce" The deep intoxicated voice comes and vibrates through my insides.

Voices never made me feel like a puddle of mud.

Unable to think straight, I keep mum, knowing well that if I start taking now, I'll be taking out of my my mind.

"Ti ho fatto una domanda, piccola." The Don whispers again. This time his breath fans against the skin on my neck, sending all the nerves to a frenzy.

I shiver. "Non potevo dormire." I whisper back in his mother tongue. Slightly out of accent and practice.

I don't know how to speak Italian to be honest. It's a hard language, though over the years I have picked up bits and bytes from my companions.

I feel the Don take a deep breath against my skin and air vanishes from my lungs.

"You speak, Italiano?" His voice laced with surprise.

"Somewhat." I mumble tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

Though he is standing behind me and can't see my face I am still feeling self conscious.

What if he doesn't like the shape of my behind? My inner self mumbles. Shut up!

"il tuo sedere sembra bello nella mia maglietta." I hear him mumble but can't make out the words to translate it to English. "C'mon. Let's go to bed." He places a hand on my lower back.

The electric shock that goes up my spine and down my legs is erotic. I turn desperately trying to keep my legs steady as he leads me to bed.

I get into the place I had abandoned, warm among the silken sheets I curl up trying to close my eyes.