Enzo:
Rising from her place on her bed, she faced him with red, teary eyes and flushed cheeks. Defiant. He almost smiled. She’d break so prettily. Storming off, she shut the bathroom door behind her with an ominous click. The shower turned on next. Shaking his head, he rummaged through his nightstand until he found what he was looking for. Crossing his room, her gripped the door knob, deftly picking the lock. Had she honestly believed that a thin door and mediocre lock would keep him out?
There was no steam coming from the shower, even as she stood under the water. Rivulets ran down her body, over the swell of her breasts, down her belly to the heaven between her legs. Still naked, his cock still wet with her essence, Enzo pulled open the shower door, anticipating her to balk immediately at his presence. Normally, he’d leave her alone, letting her process her emotions on her own. But he was very much aware of the welts he’d left on her ass. He’d given her only a taste - five quick lashes against her virgin skin. He had marveled at the way her body bowed, struggling to accept his wrath. Though she had done so mostly silent.
Stepping into the shower, he flinched away from the frigid water the moment it touched his flushed skin. Immediately, he turned it to hot, impatient for the steam to start rising. Mismatched eyes settled on Rayne then. “Come here.” His voice was gentler, coaxing. Not giving her an option to deny him, he reached for her hand.
Rising from her place on her bed, she faced him with red, teary eyes and flushed cheeks. Defiant. He almost smiled. She’d break so prettily. Storming off, she shut the bathroom door behind her with an ominous click. The shower turned on next. Shaking his head, he rummaged through his nightstand until he found what he was looking for. Crossing his room, her gripped the door knob, deftly picking the lock. Had she honestly believed that a thin door and mediocre lock would keep him out?
There was no steam coming from the shower, even as she stood under the water. Rivulets ran down her body, over the swell of her breasts, down her belly to the heaven between her legs. Still naked, his cock still wet with her essence, Enzo pulled open the shower door, anticipating her to balk immediately at his presence. Normally, he’d leave her alone, letting her process her emotions on her own. But he was very much aware of the welts he’d left on her ass. He’d given her only a taste - five quick lashes against her virgin skin. He had marveled at the way her body bowed, struggling to accept his wrath. Though she had done so mostly silent.
Stepping into the shower, he flinched away from the frigid water the moment it touched his flushed skin. Immediately, he turned it to hot, impatient for the steam to start rising. Mismatched eyes settled on Rayne then. “Come here.” His voice was gentler, coaxing. Not giving her an option to deny him, he reached for her hand.
RAYNE
She knew he could get into the bathroom, considering this was his home and she suspected he had keys to the door, but she thought he might take a hint. He didn’t though, and when he gained access to the bathroom he joined her in the shower flinching away from the cold before turning it to hot. She squinted at him, crossing her arms over her chest. He reached out a hand, come here, his tone gentler then she heard since being around him. Her gaze didn’t soften even as he grabbed her hand, his tug bringing her in closer to him and to his chest. Her heart beat quickened just a little then, noting that, though he pissed her off, she liked being in his grasp in this nature.
Rayne exhaled a heavy breath and allowed her cheek to rest against him, hearing the pattering of his heart. She was listening to see if, just maybe, it increased a little at her touch—but in all honesty she couldn’t tell the difference regardless.
“You could have waited for your own turn to shower,” she said with a huff, the heat of the water stinging the area of welted skin which she rubbed at with her unoccupied hand. As she remained close to him, his cock rested in between the front of her thighs, still somewhat hard. She moved her bottom away so it no longer rested on her skin, though she didn’t bother taking her hand, or self, away from his hold.
She knew he could get into the bathroom, considering this was his home and she suspected he had keys to the door, but she thought he might take a hint. He didn’t though, and when he gained access to the bathroom he joined her in the shower flinching away from the cold before turning it to hot. She squinted at him, crossing her arms over her chest. He reached out a hand, come here, his tone gentler then she heard since being around him. Her gaze didn’t soften even as he grabbed her hand, his tug bringing her in closer to him and to his chest. Her heart beat quickened just a little then, noting that, though he pissed her off, she liked being in his grasp in this nature.
Rayne exhaled a heavy breath and allowed her cheek to rest against him, hearing the pattering of his heart. She was listening to see if, just maybe, it increased a little at her touch—but in all honesty she couldn’t tell the difference regardless.
“You could have waited for your own turn to shower,” she said with a huff, the heat of the water stinging the area of welted skin which she rubbed at with her unoccupied hand. As she remained close to him, his cock rested in between the front of her thighs, still somewhat hard. She moved her bottom away so it no longer rested on her skin, though she didn’t bother taking her hand, or self, away from his hold.
Enzo:
She glared at him, letting him know he wasn’t welcome. When she crossed her arms over her chest, he was certain she had meant the action to wordlessly voice her displeasure with him. But all it did was push her tits up and together, allowing water to gather before it spilled over. There was a distinct lack of curses being hurled at him, at least out loud. But surely that was progress? He thought so.
Again he met no resistance as his hand enveloped hers. Not even as he tugged her closer so that she pressed against his chest. And he felt every inch of her that was pressed against him. Her skin was cool from the cold water still and it burned against his hot skin. He could feel the fullness of her breasts, the way her nipples rubbed against his skin. His hardening cock poked at the junction of her thighs, though Enzo didn’t make an effort to coerce her.
With her sour expression, she would rest her head against his chest and he’d wrap his arms around her, holding her in silence under the spray. Shooing her hand away from her raw skin - “I’ll put some cream on it after.” He murmured. It would help soothe her angry flesh. She huffed something about him waiting for his own turn in the shower, to which he grumbled something about saving water - not that money was anywhere near being an issue for him.
Her ass would jut out wordlessly, so that his erection didn’t poke at her. But that simply wasn’t unacceptable. Sliding his hand down her back, he pulled her back against him, ignoring how good her skin felt sliding across his length. “No more sex tonight.” He assured her. Though in all honesty, if she asked, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to deny her. “I’ll take care of you.” He would capture her chin then, leaning back so that he could turn her face up to his. Enzo knew who he was, what he was like. He wasn’t oblivious to the wringer he had put her through tonight, the way they had barreled through so many firsts. She was only just beginning to see what she had gotten herself into. “Let me.”
Murmured against the fullness of her mouth, he swept his lips across hers in a chaste kiss. His fingers made slow circles on her back, working gently into tight muscles as he coaxed that relaxation from her.
She glared at him, letting him know he wasn’t welcome. When she crossed her arms over her chest, he was certain she had meant the action to wordlessly voice her displeasure with him. But all it did was push her tits up and together, allowing water to gather before it spilled over. There was a distinct lack of curses being hurled at him, at least out loud. But surely that was progress? He thought so.
Again he met no resistance as his hand enveloped hers. Not even as he tugged her closer so that she pressed against his chest. And he felt every inch of her that was pressed against him. Her skin was cool from the cold water still and it burned against his hot skin. He could feel the fullness of her breasts, the way her nipples rubbed against his skin. His hardening cock poked at the junction of her thighs, though Enzo didn’t make an effort to coerce her.
With her sour expression, she would rest her head against his chest and he’d wrap his arms around her, holding her in silence under the spray. Shooing her hand away from her raw skin - “I’ll put some cream on it after.” He murmured. It would help soothe her angry flesh. She huffed something about him waiting for his own turn in the shower, to which he grumbled something about saving water - not that money was anywhere near being an issue for him.
Her ass would jut out wordlessly, so that his erection didn’t poke at her. But that simply wasn’t unacceptable. Sliding his hand down her back, he pulled her back against him, ignoring how good her skin felt sliding across his length. “No more sex tonight.” He assured her. Though in all honesty, if she asked, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to deny her. “I’ll take care of you.” He would capture her chin then, leaning back so that he could turn her face up to his. Enzo knew who he was, what he was like. He wasn’t oblivious to the wringer he had put her through tonight, the way they had barreled through so many firsts. She was only just beginning to see what she had gotten herself into. “Let me.”
Murmured against the fullness of her mouth, he swept his lips across hers in a chaste kiss. His fingers made slow circles on her back, working gently into tight muscles as he coaxed that relaxation from her.
RAYNE
The entire night proved to be a roller coaster of many things. From her emotions, to her firsts in allowing anyone to treat her the way he did. In the little time she spent without him in the shower she began to question her morals, and how things were ending up the way they were so far. In him entering the bathroom, and holding her in the heated shower, she found it easy to release those thoughts and act like everything was okay. But it wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t, how could any of this be considered alright in the eyes of anyone else? She was being held in his home, what started off against her will, and it was ending in her being compliant.
It seemed the welting of her ass made her put things into perspective. He held her, arms wrapped around her shoulders and bringing her in so tightly her breast pressed close against him. His skin felt so good against hers and she allowed her eyes to close as she took in his embrace, and the silence. His hand shooed hers away assuring her he would aid it with cream, in which she didn’t respond. Instead she allowed herself to melt into him while she released a heavy sigh. Her arms hung loose around his hips and head against his chest still.
He pulled her in closer, despite the distance she tried to create and she could feel him hard against her thighs. He was unable to see how she idly bit at her lip, her heart rate increasing slightly. She didn’t bother to move away because she knew he would only pull her in close again, but he insisted there would be no sex for tonight. “Or like ever again.” she mumbled lowkey, and almost under her breath depending on how well his ears worked.
She captured him in her gaze as he lifted her chin, claiming he would take care of her and to just allow him to do so. How ironic that was, considering he was the reason she wound up in this state to begin with. Rayne didn’t have the energy to argue after everything, and she sealed her fate with allowing him to kiss her while he trailed circles along her back. When their lips parted she rested her head back on his chest silently, only hearing the water beating off his broad shoulders.
The entire night proved to be a roller coaster of many things. From her emotions, to her firsts in allowing anyone to treat her the way he did. In the little time she spent without him in the shower she began to question her morals, and how things were ending up the way they were so far. In him entering the bathroom, and holding her in the heated shower, she found it easy to release those thoughts and act like everything was okay. But it wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t, how could any of this be considered alright in the eyes of anyone else? She was being held in his home, what started off against her will, and it was ending in her being compliant.
It seemed the welting of her ass made her put things into perspective. He held her, arms wrapped around her shoulders and bringing her in so tightly her breast pressed close against him. His skin felt so good against hers and she allowed her eyes to close as she took in his embrace, and the silence. His hand shooed hers away assuring her he would aid it with cream, in which she didn’t respond. Instead she allowed herself to melt into him while she released a heavy sigh. Her arms hung loose around his hips and head against his chest still.
He pulled her in closer, despite the distance she tried to create and she could feel him hard against her thighs. He was unable to see how she idly bit at her lip, her heart rate increasing slightly. She didn’t bother to move away because she knew he would only pull her in close again, but he insisted there would be no sex for tonight. “Or like ever again.” she mumbled lowkey, and almost under her breath depending on how well his ears worked.
She captured him in her gaze as he lifted her chin, claiming he would take care of her and to just allow him to do so. How ironic that was, considering he was the reason she wound up in this state to begin with. Rayne didn’t have the energy to argue after everything, and she sealed her fate with allowing him to kiss her while he trailed circles along her back. When their lips parted she rested her head back on his chest silently, only hearing the water beating off his broad shoulders.
Enzo:
Over the roar of the water, he didn’t catch her snide comment. Not that it would make a difference. She’d be under him again soon enough. No matter how she fought him, her body was all too eager to give in, to bow and buck under his skilled hands. Her tension slowly ebbed, her sigh soft against his mouth as the last of the fight left her. That was when Enzo got to work.
Nothing in his life was ever done half assed. Enzo put thought into every detail, had endless backup plans and knew how to handle a crisis on the fly. He was the master of his universe, in every way possible. That didn’t end in the bedroom. He turned so that she was under the water and with a soapy washcloth, he cleaned her gently, her neck, down her chest, over the swell of her breasts, across her belly. His hand dipped between her legs, washing away the evidence of earlier. He repeated the process down her back and legs. Nimble fingers worked into her hair, washing it again, despite that she had done it earlier. Only when she was clean did he turn off the water and wrap her in a fluffy towel.
He was methodical in the way he brushed her hair, working through tangles with ease, letting her dark locks slip through his fingers. It was all at odds with the severity that surrounded him on a day to day basis. There was a cruel edge required of him, both in business and within the dynamics of his family - he didn’t hesitate to cut someone down that stood in his way. Forcing someone to bend to his will was second nature. It kept him on top. Right where he liked it. But none of that was present in this moment he shared with her.
Those sharp edges were a little softer now.
After she was dried, he tugged the towel from her body, hanging it to dry only after he slid a t-shirt over her head. His t-shirt. She was his, whether she liked it or not. His to fuck. His to keep. She would learn, in time. One day, she’d like it. Because even after he punished her ass raw, he would pick up the pieces and put her back together again. And Enzo was patient enough to play the long game.
Guiding her into bed, he rolled her onto her stomach, tugging his shirt up to reveal her bare, welted ass. He ignored the way his dick twitched. Putting a little cream on his hand, he massaged it into her angry flesh, even as she flinched at its coolness. He is nothing short of thorough.
Tucking her in, he flips off the lights before sliding into bed beside her.
Over the roar of the water, he didn’t catch her snide comment. Not that it would make a difference. She’d be under him again soon enough. No matter how she fought him, her body was all too eager to give in, to bow and buck under his skilled hands. Her tension slowly ebbed, her sigh soft against his mouth as the last of the fight left her. That was when Enzo got to work.
Nothing in his life was ever done half assed. Enzo put thought into every detail, had endless backup plans and knew how to handle a crisis on the fly. He was the master of his universe, in every way possible. That didn’t end in the bedroom. He turned so that she was under the water and with a soapy washcloth, he cleaned her gently, her neck, down her chest, over the swell of her breasts, across her belly. His hand dipped between her legs, washing away the evidence of earlier. He repeated the process down her back and legs. Nimble fingers worked into her hair, washing it again, despite that she had done it earlier. Only when she was clean did he turn off the water and wrap her in a fluffy towel.
He was methodical in the way he brushed her hair, working through tangles with ease, letting her dark locks slip through his fingers. It was all at odds with the severity that surrounded him on a day to day basis. There was a cruel edge required of him, both in business and within the dynamics of his family - he didn’t hesitate to cut someone down that stood in his way. Forcing someone to bend to his will was second nature. It kept him on top. Right where he liked it. But none of that was present in this moment he shared with her.
Those sharp edges were a little softer now.
After she was dried, he tugged the towel from her body, hanging it to dry only after he slid a t-shirt over her head. His t-shirt. She was his, whether she liked it or not. His to fuck. His to keep. She would learn, in time. One day, she’d like it. Because even after he punished her ass raw, he would pick up the pieces and put her back together again. And Enzo was patient enough to play the long game.
Guiding her into bed, he rolled her onto her stomach, tugging his shirt up to reveal her bare, welted ass. He ignored the way his dick twitched. Putting a little cream on his hand, he massaged it into her angry flesh, even as she flinched at its coolness. He is nothing short of thorough.
Tucking her in, he flips off the lights before sliding into bed beside her.
RAYNE
The night proved to be a long one with a different ebb and flow of emotions. There were times when she looked at him and she felt the anger swell within her, and there were other times that she was so lost in his gaze she didn’t know what up or down was. It was frustrating, though she dealt with those emotions inwardly they were easy to forget as he tended to her so gently.
The water rushed down her face and over her shoulders, the gentle strokes of the soapy washcloth cleaned over her neck, breast and carefully washed him away between her thighs. Raynes breath hitched slightly as he did so, still sensitive from their earlier transaction, but she bit at her lips and allowed her thoughts to travel away from anything more.
He repeated along her backside, careful to clean between her shoulders and down her back seemingly more careful when he washed over her ass, the spot still angry and tender. He would then move on to wash her hair, the way his fingertips massaged through her scalp causing her to melt back into him and find total relaxation. There was something about this exchange that made her feel differently, but she refused to allow herself to forget what transpired only minutes before this. Was this his form of redemption? And for what?
Rayne didn’t have long to linger on the thought as he turned the water off and coaxed her out, wrapping her in the softest towel she’d ever felt. She sighed in acceptance, brushing the cloth over her face to rid of the droplets of water. He took over the rest, and when dried, he was careful to drape her in one of his oversized shirts and lead her to the bed.
She lays on her stomach and he pulls the cloth over her ass, promoting her to take a peek back at him. He smooths over her tender skin with cream, the coolness making her flinch, but he is careful and thorough with what he does as he lays the shirt back over and tucks her into the silk sheets. She inhaled a deep breath as she watched him lay next to her, unable to peel her gaze away from his as her heart beat suddenly increased. She grazes over his lips with her finger before her palm cups the side of his cheek and she leans in, placing a single gentle kiss upon them. It is her way of saying thank you, though she doesn’t forget how she ended up there in the first place.
Rayne grabs the blanket and rolls it over her shoulders, placing her back to him. She shows her silent disapproval by not tucking her butt into the empty crevices of his hips before fading into a much needed sleep.
She is at a constant battle between her heart and mind. And never has she been so confused by which to follow.
Fade out Rayne
The night proved to be a long one with a different ebb and flow of emotions. There were times when she looked at him and she felt the anger swell within her, and there were other times that she was so lost in his gaze she didn’t know what up or down was. It was frustrating, though she dealt with those emotions inwardly they were easy to forget as he tended to her so gently.
The water rushed down her face and over her shoulders, the gentle strokes of the soapy washcloth cleaned over her neck, breast and carefully washed him away between her thighs. Raynes breath hitched slightly as he did so, still sensitive from their earlier transaction, but she bit at her lips and allowed her thoughts to travel away from anything more.
He repeated along her backside, careful to clean between her shoulders and down her back seemingly more careful when he washed over her ass, the spot still angry and tender. He would then move on to wash her hair, the way his fingertips massaged through her scalp causing her to melt back into him and find total relaxation. There was something about this exchange that made her feel differently, but she refused to allow herself to forget what transpired only minutes before this. Was this his form of redemption? And for what?
Rayne didn’t have long to linger on the thought as he turned the water off and coaxed her out, wrapping her in the softest towel she’d ever felt. She sighed in acceptance, brushing the cloth over her face to rid of the droplets of water. He took over the rest, and when dried, he was careful to drape her in one of his oversized shirts and lead her to the bed.
She lays on her stomach and he pulls the cloth over her ass, promoting her to take a peek back at him. He smooths over her tender skin with cream, the coolness making her flinch, but he is careful and thorough with what he does as he lays the shirt back over and tucks her into the silk sheets. She inhaled a deep breath as she watched him lay next to her, unable to peel her gaze away from his as her heart beat suddenly increased. She grazes over his lips with her finger before her palm cups the side of his cheek and she leans in, placing a single gentle kiss upon them. It is her way of saying thank you, though she doesn’t forget how she ended up there in the first place.
Rayne grabs the blanket and rolls it over her shoulders, placing her back to him. She shows her silent disapproval by not tucking her butt into the empty crevices of his hips before fading into a much needed sleep.
She is at a constant battle between her heart and mind. And never has she been so confused by which to follow.
Fade out Rayne