Sixty Nine

Isabella

True to his word, he nudges me awake, the strong smell of coffee filling the room.

"Bellissima, you cannot sleep all day."

God, that sexy, accented voice. He could make a killing as an audiobook narrator. "How are you already awake?" I struggle to open my lids.

"I have been up for three hours while you laze about in bed, neglecting your duties."

"And what duties would those be?"

He squeezes one of my butt cheeks. "Presenting me with that ass to fuck."

I shoot up in bed, uncaring that I am completely naked. He is on the mattress next to me, smirking. "No, Dante. As you said you would. Remember? Te lo prometto."

"And what did you promise me in return?"

I don't want to say it. I press my lips together, hoping he forgot.

"Do I need to spank you to make you say it again? Allora." He motions with his hands for me to get up.

"No, no, no." I do not want him near my ass. "Fine. I said I was yours."