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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Punishment

When Cardinal Copia catches his favorite Sister of Sin out of bed after curfew, and with Terzo no less, he knows he must dole out the punishment himself…

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Dominate/Possessive Copia, spankings, dirty talk, Terzo being Terzo, and once again poor google translate italian A/N: This has been in the works for two days now and I have needed about 5000 mental cold showers, my praise kink is surely coming out with this one ahahahaha enjoy!!!

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I couldn’t sleep, the thunder outside rumbling and echoing down the dormitory hallways. Tossing the blanket and sheets aside I slipped out of bed, huffing as I pulled on a pair of thick socks.

“Cup of tea and right back to bed…” I grumbled to myself as I pulled on my robe and tied the belt tightly.

I peaked out of my door and checked the hallway for any senior sisters. I myself was a senior sister but this late at night it wasn’t always a good thing to be caught out of bed. I closed the door as slowly as possible, the door barely creaking as I shut it. Silently as possible I snuck past Sister Imperator’s room, down the back stairs to the ground floor. I followed the long hallway, past the library I called home, and found the large cafeteria. Creeping in the shadow, I slipped through the galley doors and sighed, knowing I was at least out of sight if someone was to peek in the room.

Putting a kettle on I went through the motions to ready my teacup, two scoops of sugar and two teabags. I leaned against the countertop and crossed my arms while looking out the windows to outside. I could see the storm brewing, lightning flashing every so often. Lazily I let my mind wander, just thinking back on the events of my day and what I had planned for tomorrow, so engrossed that I didn’t hear the doors to the kitchen swing open.

“Bene ciao, Sorella.”

“What the fuck!?” I jumped what felt like fifteen feet in the air, hand on my chest as my heart felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. Turning towards the sound of the voice, I couldn’t help but clutch at my robes. “Satan below, Papa.”

“Ah, mi dispiace.” Papa Emeritus III, Terzo, smirked at me. He looked me up and down, coming over to lean casually against the countertop across from me. “I heard the sound of someone moving around the halls, just wanted to make sure no ghoul went…ah how you say? Prowling.”

“No, I’m sorry Papa.” I looked away from his mismatched eyes. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d make myself some tea.”

“Si, si. I understand.” He stepped towards me and I shied away slightly. His hand came up to brush my hair off my shoulder, I shuttered as my face flushed. “I’ve not seen you with your hair down, Sorella. It suits you…”

I flushed bright red, I’d never been all that close to Terzo like this. Sure, all of us siblings of sin looked up to him as the figurehead of the church. But since I had joined the ranks of the Siblings of Sin Terzo had been on tour and never seemed to have lots of time to spend with the siblings beyond meals and mass. He was hypnotic in the way he moved, his mismatched gaze seeming to pin me in place has he prowled towards me. I felt his hands slip down my arms and slide to my waist. Faintly I heard the whistle of the kettle but I didn’t move.

“Papa, I-“

“Call me Terzo, Bella…” He gripped the counter on either side of my hips and began to lean towards me. My heart beating rapidly in my chest, frozen by his eyes locked on mine. I leaned back slightly, unsure of what to do while my eyes slipped from his white eye to his lips.

Suddenly the kettle stopped whistling and someone cleared the throat. I turned away from Papa, looking towards the sound, but he turned first heaving sighing as he moved to brush his hair back from his face.

“Ah, buena serata, Cardinale.” Papa said jovially, I however wanted the ground to come up and swallow me whole.

“Papa,” Cardinal Copia spoke, I slipped from behind Terzo with my eyes cast down. “Sorella…”

I looked up at the Cardinal, his face may have looked neutral to anyone else but I knew him too well. He was furious, his face just slightly flushed as he had his hands behind his back. Copia didn’t even look at Terzo, no. His eyes were locked on mine. I noticed he was still dressed in his everyday black cassock, biretta perched on his head. It was silent for a moment, the only sound in the room coming from the steam from the kettle and the sound of leather gloves creaking as he flexed his fingers.

“Cardinal, you see the Sorella and I-“

“I was just getting some tea and then heading back to bed, Sir.” I blurted, cutting off Papa who looked shocked that I even spoke. “I’ll head right back to my room now…”

Stepping away from Papa, my eyes looking only at Copia, I started to pass by the Cardinal. I felt his hand grab my wrists. I looked down at his hand then back up at his face, feeling the leather of his gloves against my skin as he gripped tightly.

“You are to come with me, Sister.”

His voice left no option for argument. I bowed my head to him slightly, unable to look him in the eye.

“I do not think that is entirely necessary, Cardinale…” Papa started and Copia finally broke his gaze on me to glare at Terzo.

“Sister has been caught out of bed, I will handle her punishment.” Copia gave Terzo a dirty look before leaning closer to him. Papa seemed taken aback by Copia’s attitude, so used to the mousy version of him.

“Cardinale…”

“Go find another Sorella to warm your bed, donnaiolo.” He spat at him, before tugging me along with him.

I looked back at Papa with shocked eyes, surprised that Copia had the gall to say anything like that to anyone, let alone Papa himself. Terzo just had a wild smile on his face as he shook his head before turning to pour the kettle into my cup. He nodded at me, lifting my cup in my direction in a mock cheers before Copia pulled me along and I lost sight of Papa.

Retracing my path from the kitchen to the main hallways, neither of us said anything. I followed along, struggling to keep up the pace set by Copia, until we turned down a long corridor full of the many apartments of high ranking men of the church. Confused, I pulled back against his grip on me, but despite his size he was incredibly strong.

“C-copia..?” I whispered, he looked back to shush me before he pulled open the doors to the rooms at the very end of the long hallway. The Cardinal practically tossed me into the room, shutting his door as quietly as possible before turning his furious mismatched eyes on me.

“What was he doing down there with you?” He hissed, stalking towards me.

I couldn’t help but back away from him slowly, a small amount of fear caught in my chest and my throat. I’d never seen him like this before, fury written on his face and his one white eye practically glowing in the low light of the room. Copia’s chest was heaving with ragged breaths, my own heart thrumming painfully in my ribcage.

“N-nothing! I couldn’t sleep because of the storm. I went downstairs to make some tea, Papa snuck up and startled me, that was all.”

Copia didn’t say anything at first, instead slowly he stalked towards me and forced me to back up into the wall behind me. His eyes drifted from my eyes to my lips, pausing momentarily as he licked his own lips before turning his dark gaze back on me.

“Did he touch you?”

“W-what? No!” I stammered, completely taken aback by his statement. My cheeks flushed and a small spark started something deep in my belly. I would be lying if I said this total change in his demeanor wasn’t doing something to me.

“Don’t lie to me, Sorella…” Copia’s voice was low and deadly as his hand came up to wrap gently around my throat. My heart rate skyrocketed, pulse thrumming in my neck. “I am not someone who shares, ne sono un uomo paziente.”

“I swear Cardinal.” I mumbled, unable to stop myself from the small pants that slipped past my lips. His lips quirked slightly, brow razing as he smirked.

“Hm…” He murmured, his fingers brushing against the bottom of my jawline and pulling softly at my bottom lip. “What to do with you, Cara Mia…”

Copia’s free hand came to press against the wall, cornering me so I couldn’t escape him. My heart felt like it was going to bust out through my sternum, my eyes frantic as they locked on his. My face was red hot as his fingers gently squeezed my throat, a small strangled whimper slipping past my lips.

“Cardinal..?” I squeaked, his hand around my throat slipped down pushing my robe to the side and undoing the belt. I stood there, shivering slightly as he exposed my nightgown. I hadn’t worn anything under the soft, simple cotton fabric. My nipples pebbled beneath the fabric as Copia’s leather clad hand skimmed gently over my breast.

“You have been caught out of bed after curfew, Sister.” He purred, voice dangerously low. “And with our Papa no less…”

“I would never, Cardinal…” I whispered as he leaned in, his hand gripping my wrists again and pinning them above my head. His lips hovered just barely out of my reach.

“I must punish you somehow, cara mia.” Copia’s lips brushed against mine as he spoke and I couldn’t help but squirm against him, my thighs trying to find some relief for my aching core. “…ma come punirti…”

Copia’s eyes locked with mine before he surged forward, lips stealing my breath away as he kissed me. His free hand came up to tangle in my hair at the back of my head, tugging on the curls to angle my head in the way he liked. I moaned into the kiss, my hands scrambling to try and reach out to touch him. He pulled away from me then, I couldn’t help the disappointed gasp that slipped from my lips. He paused for a moment before letting go of me and walking away towards the small sitting room that was in the entrance of his chambers.

The room was dimly lit by the fireplace, a small fire keeping the room warm but not unpleasantly so. In front of the fire was a small sitting area; a couch on one side of a coffee table with a pair of chairs on the other. The space reminded me of his office with bookshelves filled with his own personal collection. To the side there was a large ornate cage and I could see at least three of Copia’s pet rats curled up in a ball, all of them cuddled together.

Behind the sitting area I saw a pair of pocket doors, the doors open enough that I could see the slight shape of Copia’s bed. My face flushed, feeling like I was trespassing in his space, as I followed behind the Cardinal. Despite everything he and I had done together, we’d never come to his rooms before. We both had a serious fear of being caught by Sister Imperator or Papa Nihil, and even worse was the idea of being caught by any of the Papas again.

Copia stalked over to the couch, sitting down and leaning back. He sat with legs parted widely, I could see the outline of his cock hard under his cassock and I felt my core thrum with heat. I stood a few steps away from him, blushing furiously as I laid my robe over the arm of the chair and crossed my arms.

“Come, Sorella.” He growled, his anger still simmering below the surface.

A thrill shot down my spine as he beckoned me forward with his fingers. He pointed to the floor between his legs and I obediently kneeled for him, knees digging into the rich Persian rug on the floor. My eyes looked up at him, the light from the fire casting shadows on his face and his one white eye standing out boldly against the black paint. My hands sat in my lap but they itched to touch him, to convey all my love and adoration for him so he always knew it was only him. I knew better though, Copia was rarely ever the one in control in our encounters but when he was I relished at primal instincts he had.

“Cardinal..?” My voice was hoarse and deep as I tried not to squirm under his eyes. “Can I-?”

“Silenzio, Sister.” He hissed, leaning forward suddenly and gripping my chin. I jumped slightly, heartbeat stumbling, and my breathing grew harsh. “Come.”

He gestured for me to lay across his lap. I moved quickly, slightly shy as I laid across his strong thighs. I could feel under my stomach as the muscles in his thighs clenched as he helped shift my weight so I wasn’t digging my hip bones into him. My top half was at an angle so I could rest more of my weight on the couch, my hands already coming to grip the fabric of the cushion as I looked over my shoulder at the cardinal. His left hand was pressed firmly against the small of my back, pinning me down. My thighs clenched again, I could tell I was already soaked and ready for him. I knew if he even brushed against the apex of my thighs I would have slammed head first into my orgasm right then and there.

My eyes were locked on his as he bit the middle finger of his glove on his right hand, pulling the leather away to reveal his pale hand. I bit my bottom lip, a small shiver running down my spine, as I felt his hand slide up my calf and caress my inner thigh. I moaned softly, burying my head in the couch cushion as he chucked at me.

“Ten marks I think are a fitting punishment, Si Sorella?” Copia murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he slowly pulled my nightgown up to explore my bare ass. He swore under his breath, something Italian that made my ears burn with heat and embarrassment, as he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Cazzo, Sorella, you are una ragazza sporca…”

His hand brushed against my bare skin and I couldn’t help as my hips bucked back into his caress. Copia teased me a few times, letting my hips roll against him as I panted in his lap. I could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his robes as Copia tried to remain composed, his thighs just barely flexing beneath me as he fought to keep from pulling me into his arms and sinking deep inside me.

“I want you to count with me, dolcezza.”

“Yes, Cardinal.” I whispered, his hand caressing me one more time. Before I could even tense up I felt the impact of his hand on my bare ass, heat and sting blooming to life. I gasped, flinching and looking over my shoulder at him.

“Sister?”

“O-one.” I stammered, fingers clenching the cushion as I squirmed under his eyes.

Again his hand caressed the spot he just spanked me, a slight burning feeling but not unpleasant and I couldn’t help as I arched my back against his soft touch. A pause and another spank hit me, this time on the other cheek. I flinched, my breath coming out as a hiss and my eyes squeezed shut.

“Two.” I gritted my teeth, my breath shuttered through me.

Copia’s fingers brushed slightly against the welt his hand left and I arched into his caress. Another moment and another spank, this time he hit the same spot as the first mark. I cried out this time, tears forming slightly in my eyes, and I felt Copia pause before his hand on my lower back caressed my shoulder gently.

“The count, Cara Mia…” His voice soothed me slightly as the rhythmic feeling of his left hand, still clad in leather, caressed my bare shoulders and upper arm.

“Th-three.” I whimpered as the sounds of our haggard breathing mixed. I felt his bare right hand drift between my legs just slightly, fingertips ghosting against my soaked slit. I felt him take a deep breath, his thighs clenching tight.

“Santi sotto…” Copia groaned, his hand once again spanking me. I cried out this time, legs twitching against his as rubbed my thighs together. The tears spilled from my eyes this time as I focused on the intricate pattern weaved into the fabric of the couch.

“Four.”

Another crack echoed in the room, my skin burning while my face felt hot and the warm tears continued.

“Five.”

“Only five more, Sorella.” His voice was husky, my breathing was coming in short bursts and my fingers itched to touch him. The sensations were too much for my overly sensitive skin.

“Yes Sir.” I spoke and my voice was low and soft, sniffling slightly. I heard Copia groan as I called him Sir, his hips grinding up against me. I felt his cock stirring against me and I longed to pounce on him but I was deterred to finish my punishment.

Crack.

“Six.”

Crack.

“Seven.”

Crack.

“Eight.”

Crack.

“Nine.”

I was panting, there wasn’t any way to hide it from Copia, and I didn’t even care. I must have looked like a mess to him; grinding against his thigh to cause any sort of friction to my clit, my nightgown hanging off my shoulders as he had his left hand on my back pinning me down. I knew I had tears in my eyes and wet trails from the ones that had already spilled down my face, I’d been gnawing at my lips to keep as quiet as possible to not wake any of the other clearly members. I felt his hand leave my back and I couldn’t help but turn to look back at him.

Copia was flushed with arousal, his mismatched gaze filled with lust and heat that made me whimper when his eyes locked with mine. His hand that was previously on my back ran through his hair, his biretta long discarded and tossed onto the coffee table. I was mesmerized as he took the leather glove off his other hand, tossing it behind him as he leaned down towards me. He pulled my nightgown down, snapping the thin strap on one side in the process. He kissed between my shoulder blades, I moaned softly and arched up into his touch as he soothingly caressed the red splotches on my bottom.

“One more, Sorella.” He murmured as he leaned over to brush the tears from my eyes. “Sei stata una brave ragazza, si, a very good girl…”

Without any warning he spanked my ass, the hardest of all of them. I cried out, louder than before as he scooped me up in his arms and brushed the hair from my face.

“Ten.” I whimpered, my hands finally reaching up to tug him down to me. He peppered my face with soft kisses as I sniffled against his chest, cheek pressed against his thrumming heart beat.

“You did very well, mia amata.” He murmured, kissing my forehead and rubbing my back. His other hand came to my chin and tilted my head back. I gasped at the look of his eyes, pupils blown wide with arousal. Copia leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine gently at first before I was squirming in his arms, desperate for more.

I’d never been so turned on in my life and I needed relief, the dull ache of my redden ass was nothing in comparison with the inferno between my legs.

“Copia, please.” I begged as my hands pulled him to me, kisses becoming more frantic as his tongue slipped into my mouth coaxing and teasing my own.

He pulled away from me and I fought back a sob from my throat. Copia helped me stand, taking my hand and tugging softly towards his chambers. My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly. The back wall was taken up by three massive stained glass windows which shone in the dim moonlight, his bed was at least a king size four poster made of solid wood with thick velvet curtains that were tied back. His bedding was a deep, blood red and his bed was made with almost military precision.

Turning me towards him, he slid the one flimsy strap of my nightgown that was still attached from my shoulder. The cotton fabric slipped down my body and pooled at my feet, I stood there naked and squirmed under the intense gaze of the mysterious Cardinal.

His hands came up to cup my face, and he kissed me like a man possessed. One hand slipped to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair before tugging sharply. I moaned quietly, my own hands reaching out to grasp at Copia’s cassock to steady myself. His lips trailed down my jaw, nipping at my neck before he traced my pulse point with his tongue before biting down and sucking at the sensitive skin. I cried out his name as I pressed myself against him and groaned as my forehead rested against his shoulder. His lips traveled from my pulse to my shoulder, leaving another love bite, before he came to suck and nibble on my collarbone.

Suddenly he began to back me up towards the bed, the backs of my legs pressing against the edge, and sat me down. I leaned back slightly as he kissed my lips, his hand cupping my face gently. He pulled back and I looked up at him standing above me quizzically.

“C-copia?” I stammered, heartbeat thrumming in my chest.

“You are mine, Si, Sorella?” He purred, his voice dangerously low.

“Of course,” I couldn’t help the blush spreading on my face as I reached out to cup his cheek, feeling him lean into my open palm. “Only ever yours, Copia. Nobody else…”

I’m not quite sure what came over us then, if it was the confession or if he finally understood that he had walked in on something innocent in the kitchens but suddenly it was like a race to undress Copia from his many layers. I pulled his ornate belt off, throwing it to the side, as he started unbuttoning the cassock. I started to unbutton him from the bottom, our hands meeting in the middle. He surged forward as I pushed his coat from his shoulders, his lips crashing into mine.

Our breath mingled, I let out a strangled moan as I pushed the suspenders from his shoulders, nails scraping down his back and leavening marks in his skin through his thin undershirt. He grunted, leaning down as we teased each other’s tongues, to haphazardly pull his shoes off and throw them behind him. I tugged at his shirt to untuck it from his trousers; desperate to finally, for the first time since our stolen moments began months ago, feel his bare skin against mine. Our mouths parted for only a moment as I pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the side before we crashed together again.

“Sorella…” Copia groaned as my hands tugged at his trousers, unbuttoning them and slipping my hands in to begin to push them down his hip. Copia’s forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed and I smiled, leaning in to kiss his forehead tenderly.

I leaned back on my elbows against the mattress, sliding back slightly, and locked my eyes with his own as I opened my legs for him. His eyes widened as he watched my hands drift from my breasts, teasing my own nipples with quiet moans, to slide down my body to slip in between my legs. Before I could touch myself however he was on the bed, his hand grabbing mine and pinning them above my head. Copia was leaning over me, his breath coming out in sharp pants as he looked at me with hooded eyes.

“I do not think you have earned relief yet, Tesoro.” His voice was thick with desire, his hips slotted against mine as he rolled them against me.

We both moaned, Copia leaning down to lick and suck a trail from the sensitive part of my neck to my breasts. I desperately wanted to thread my fingers through his hair but my hands were pinned to the mattress in his grip, I tugged slightly and whimpered as he slipped his tongue to tease my nipple. I arched up into his mouth, greedily searching out more of the sensation that sent shockwaves to my core. I rolled my hips against him again, a needy sort of whine slipping from my lips, as I felt Copia’s smirk into my skin.

“Please…Copia.” I begged, tears of frustration back as he took his time to tease me till I was panting beneath him. His free hand slipped between us and ghosted over my aching core. I moaned loudly, hips surging forward to find any sort of friction. Copia moved his fingers so they barely brushed against my soaking wet slit.

“Ah, mia bella, is this all for me?” He crooned in my ear, his lips brushing against the outside of my ear. A shudder ran through me and I thought I was going to simply combust if he didn’t touch me. “You are so wet for your Cardinale.”

His fingers finally slipped into my wet heat and my back arched as they slid against my clit. I cried out, wrists tugging against his vice grip, and closed my eyes as I felt the warm sensation of my slowly approaching orgasam coming. He teased me, my cunt clenching his fingers every time they just barely entered me. When he pulled his fingers away entirely I practically sobbed till I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down my sopping wet slit.

“Copia, please…” I pleaded, my finger scratching at his hand as I desperately fought to get out of his grip.

He didn’t answer me; instead he gripped my right thigh, hiking it up over his shoulder before he slammed fully inside me. I practically shrieked as he bottomed out inside me, our hips pressed flush together. He groaned, burying his face in my neck to suck and bite at my heated skin. He pulled out of me almost completely before snapping his hips and slamming back into me. I moaned his name, over and over, as my ass throbbed below me from sliding against the bedding beneath me.

He set a brutal pace, the sounds of our bodies coming together were borderline obscene in the quiet of Copia’s bedroom. The heat settling in my belly was consuming me, my body felt flushed and hot as I writhed underneath him. Copia’s free hand came to rest next to my head, he pushed himself up and finally let go of my hands as he tossed my other leg over his shoulder. His hands came to grip my hips tightly, pulling me along to match his thrusts, and he groaned deeply. My hands reached out to touch the exposed skin of his chest, nails raking through his chest hair and down his belly before I let them drift to grip onto his forearms. I held onto him, nails coming to dig into his skin, as I panted.

“Copia…I’m close.” I groaned, back arching as his hands moved to grip my shoulders, pinning me beneath him as his pace quickened.

“Sei mio, Sorella. Only mine.” He grunted above me and I nodded my head.

“Yes,” I panted, the coil in my belly curling tightly as my orgasam approached.

Suddenly Copia stopped, pulling out of me entirely. I cried out, the inferno in my belly blowing out to only a dull ache. Before I could physically attack him, Copia flipped me over on my hands and knees with strength I didn’t know he possessed. He curled around me, taking my wrists and pinning them down again in his hands as he slipped into my aching cunt. He slammed his hips against me, pace brutal as he fucked me harder than he ever had before.

The feeling of his hips slapping against my bruised ass was just on the right side of agony when matched with the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside me. I felt the tears pricking in my eyes. I felt like I was going to lose my mind, all I could focus on was the feeling of the man behind me who was using my body in such a delicious way.

“You cannot come, Sister. Not till I tell you too.” Copia’s voice was strained but dangerously low.

I nodded, not able to trust my voice but I felt his hand let go of mine and wrap around my throat. He squeezed firmly, a shockwave running down my spine and turning the coil of pleasure in my belly tight, I let out a strangled cry.

“Say it, amore.”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

“Who do you belong to?” He panted, hips shuddering in his rhythmic thrusts. I arched my back against him as he curled around me, his mouth coming to press frantic kisses to my shoulder.

“You Copia.” I cried, tears now streaming down my cheeks as I fought my orgasam. I was right on the edge, my cunt clenching against his cock as I tried to hold back.

“Who can touch you?”

“Only you.”

“Chi possiede la tua fica?” He growled in my ear, teeth digging into the flesh where my neck and shoulder met.

“Y-you!” I cried out “Copia, please! I-I cant…”

I felt a shutter building in my core and my hands reached back, digging my nails into his strong thighs as I panted below him. His grip on my throat tightened and my cunt clenched against his cock, a strangled cry slipping from my throat as he cursed in mumbled italian. His free hand slid between our bodies, his weight crushing against my back, and as his finger brushed my swollen clit he mumbled in my ear.

“Vieni a prendermi, Principessa.”

The grip on my throat flexed again and I felt the spring in my belly snap suddenly, I came harder than I ever had in my life. I practically screamed Copia’s name, muffled by my face buried in the bed at the last second. I felt a sharp pain bloom in my neck as Copia drilled into me, he had bit down on my neck so hard I knew I would have teeth marks for days. I didn’t care, I was barely coherent or even on this planet. Faintly I was aware of his thrusts losing his rhythm before his hips snapped roughly into me one more time. I felt his cock twitch as he came sharply, thrusting weakly through our aftershocks as shutters ran down my spine.

“Cara mia…” he whispered, his lips pressing soft kisses to my bare back as he eased me from my aching knees to my belly. His hands rubbed the back of my thighs as he pulled out of me, coming to curl around my body. “My good girl, absolutely perfecto…”

“Copia.” I murmured, a soft smile on my face and my eyes barely open as I turned on my side to face him. I felt his strong arms pull me towards him, our legs tangled together as we basked in the afterglow together. “That was…”

“Si, si.” He chucked, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “I-I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay, Cope…” I mumbled, burying my face in his chest as he smoothed my hair back and away from my face. I didn’t even register that I’d given him a pet name. “I think I could get used to that…”

“Oh mio amore…” Copia sighed, hand brushing against my cheek. “Stay tonight?”

“I don’t think I could make it back to my room if I tried…” I laughed, my eyes drifting open to look at his face. His paints were a complete mess and I smiled at him. “Go wash your face, I’ll fix the bed.”

He kissed me softly, fingers brushing against the love bite on my shoulder before he stood and walked over to where his bathroom must be. I couldn’t help but watch his thick thighs and ass wobble as he walked away, a familiar ache starting in my belly again. While I listened to the water running I slipped from the middle of the bed to the top, sliding under the covers to find silk sheets.

The rhythmic sound of the water made my eyelids slide closed, I didn’t even notice Copia come back into the room till I felt the bed dip slightly. I fought to open my eyes but he kissed my brow, tugging me to him again.

“Dormi, amore.” He chucked as I stifled a yawn. “You need rest.”

“Goodnight, Copia.” I mumbled as I buried my face in his chest, my legs tangling with his.

“Goodnight, mio amato.” He murmured in my ear as he kissed me softly. I was asleep before his lips left mine.

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