ENZOIt was Saturday. Which meant Enzo could have slept in. But he didn’t. He was up early like always. Rayne was still asleep, her features blissfully free of any annoyance or defiance. When he pressed his lips to her forehead, she grumbled something unintelligible before rolling over. Sliding out of bed, he went first into his closet, pulling a long black garment bag from the further corner, to hang it in the archway leading to Raynes own closet. She’d see it as soon as she walked in to grab her clothes for the day. A note was already pinned to the bag.

Wear this tonight. Be ready at 8.

On the island in her closet, she’d find brand new jewelry. Diamonds to adorn her ears, neck and wrists. A clutch and shoes to match her dress sat there too. There was one more accessory, one that he’d give her later. His full mouth lodged in amusement. He wasn’t sure which he wanted more - her surprise or to see her in the dress he picked out for her. Over the last several months, he’d learned which colors looked best on her and his favorite was a rich shade of emerald. This dress was that exact shade, its silky fabric designed to hug and drape, to accentuate her every curve. Its design was fairly simply, there was no intricate bead work or dazzling pattern. Each deliberate cut of the dress was meant to draw attention insured. The back of the dress dipped low, midway down her lower back to expose her olive skin. Thin straps secured the dress over her shoulders. But his favorite was the high slit, it would come to the top of her thigh, revealing glimpses of her mile long legs. Legs that he loved having wrapped around his waist.

Her jewelry consisted of a few simple bracelets for her to choose from or wear as an entire set complete with earrings that cascaded with different sized diamonds. The real focal point of her outside though, was her necklace. Set in gold, diamonds and emeralds hugged her throat like a collar, precious stones dripping down the thin column to rest gently in the hollow of her throat. Hair and make up would arrive at 5 to start getting her ready.

He saw her at breakfast, after his workout, the time of morning where she was just beginning to wake up and start her day. Then he was gone, off to do what Enzo did best.

By the time he returned to the house, it was dark and several cars sat idly in the driveway, all waiting for a corresponding family member. His personal drive would join the fray, waiting for Enzo’s return. Stepping into his bedroom, he was dressed smartly in a jet black tux with a crisp white dress shirt. His dark hard was styled no differently than he normally wore it - lightly styled but in a way that suggested he ran his hands through his hair several times a day in exasperation. A silver watch wrapped around the wrist of his dominate hand to complete his look - complete with a five o’clock shadow darkening his cheeks and jawline.

His room was empty though. Brows knit together as he stepped inside before he caught sight of the bathroom light on. Instead of heading there, he sat on the bed, his hand in his pocket and rolling the toy back and forth between his fingers. A sly grin made its way slowly across his mouth.

RAYNELight filtered through the window causing her eyes to open slightly. Enzo was still there, back to her so she could see the tattoos that littered his skin. It was far too early for her to wake up, despite the harsh light, and so she would fall back asleep.

By the time she woke he was no longer there and she assumed he was back at work, doing whatever it was that he did. She didn’t feel his light kiss against her forehead, and little did she know it was one among many. Rayne groaned as she rolled over to his side of the bed, his pillow still smelled heavily of him. She inhaled a deep breath of air finding that she was beginning to grow fond of these types of little details.

Finally she rolled out of bed and to her feet, stretching her arms out as a yawn left her just missing Enzo before he left. Groggy, she walked to the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth and combed out her hair. She then walked back towards her closet to pick out her clothes for the day, but instead found a long black bag draped in the archway. Her brows knit together as her fingers wrapped around the note that stuck to it, bringing it close to read. “Be ready for 8?” She mumbled to herself as she unzipped the bag and was met with the most gorgeous dress she had ever seen.

Confused, she removed it from the back to admire it more her brain finally concluding what it meant. They were going out. Out of this room, possibly off the property itself, she felt her heart leap in her throat from excitement. Enzo was trusting her enough to bring her further than he allowed after all these months. Outside of the mansion she slowly was learning as he gave her some leeway here and there. Of all things, he was bringing her to an extremely luxurious event, it seemed.

She zipped the bag back up and made way to her dresser where she was met with a plethora of jewelry options. Her fingers lined over all the diamond and stones, admiring each and every one individually. “Wow,” she whispered in a near hush, he was really going all out to make sure she stuck out like a prize. Rayne inhaled a slow breath as she found herself also grow nervous at the thought wonder what the occasion could possibly be.

In the meantime she did her best to keep herself busy. She went to the indoor gym for her own workout and made sure to utilize the sauna after, following up with a lukewarm shower and relaxing most of the afternoon. When the evening finally rolled in there was a knock at the door, company she wasn’t expecting, opening it she was greeted by a makeup team. Enzo really spared no expense.

They adorned her in the emerald green dress before they did her hair and makeup, finishing promptly and leaving. Rayne went to the bathroom to admire herself in the mirror, almost unrecognizable. Her hair fell against her shoulders, loosely curled and thick. Her makeup was light, neutral, and expressive against her striking blue eyes. His team knew what they were doing, but allowed her to choose the jewelry.

She placed on the only necklace that lay there, knowing very well Enzo chose it for a reason before she put the earrings in and chose a simple bracelet to wear on the opposite hand of his. When she was done she turned off the bathroom light and opened the door to see him sitting on the bed looking more stunning than usual. “You clean up nice,” she joked, though she didn’t pull away from the chiseled lines of his face or the way his hair lay so perfectly. He was handsome, strikingly so, and Rayne felt her heart beat just a little bit faster.

“What’s the occasion?” She asked as her eyes trailed to his hand in his pocket, playing with something she couldn’t see, “and what’s that?” She followed up with, noting the smug look on his face.

ENZOThe bathroom door swung open and she looked even better than he could have ever imagined. Fuck. The dress fit her like a glove, like it was made just for her, and the color complimented her in every way possible. The diamonds against her skin caught the light of his bedroom and glittered. You clean up nice. She’d have all eyes on her tonight. He didn’t answer her right away, his silence stretching on as he continued marvel, though the corner of his mouth lifted in a subtle smirk. He knew he cleaned up nice, but she was something else entirely. “You are breathtaking.” His voice was lower, softer, something inherently honest, like he believed it with every bone in his body. Her thick, dark hair was curled elegantly over her shoulders, begging to be fisted in his hands, and her makeup was light, not overpowering her natural beauty but enhancing it. The urge to smear her lipstick across her mouth was nearly overwhelming. Male satisfaction darkened his stare. She was his. No one else’s. And she was perfect. By the end of night, he’d watch her come undone under him.

What’s the occasion? Then promptly she noticed his hand in his pocket, her eyes zeroing in on it before flicking back to his face. He held out his unoccupied hand, drawing her closer so that she was standing between his thighs. That same hand would snake through the slit in her dress to curl around the back of her thigh, just below the curve of her ass - holding her close. “A charity gala.” He answered. “A buddy I do business with, his wife is hosting it.” His attendance was mandatory. As was the rest of the Vincenza family. That woman was a tiny thing but there was something terrifying about her. No one told her no.

This close, her perfume wrapped around his senses and made him want to bury his face in her and keep on breathing her in. “I thought you might like to attend.” There was an inkling of vulnerability well hidden behind his words. He could afford to dress her in the finest of silks, adorn her in the most precious of stones, but what was the point if she didn’t want to stand beside him? It was also a leap of faith, letting her off his family grounds, taking her out into the public eye where she could easily unravel his life.

“As for this…” Mischief played at the corners of his mouth, a devious gleam brightened his dark gaze. Pulling his hand from his pocket, he revealed the toy in the palm of his hand. Two silver balls, connected by a string with a looped string on one end. Each one was weighted so that she’d feel them with every step, every movement she made tonight. What she didn’t see was the remote still in his pocket. “I want to play a game tonight.” His voice dropped an octave, the gravel in his tone deepening with desire. A finger hooked around her thong, pulling it to the side so he could explore her folds without the barrier of expensive lace. “Bend over.” That steely command was swathed in silk. It wasn’t an offer, she was invited to decline. Slipping a finger inside her, he teased her with slow strokes as he looked up at her, his dark lashes framing his equally dark eyes.

RAYNEYou are breathtaking. She could feel the patter of her heart quicken as she inhaled a steady breath, offering him a shy smile. It wasn’t the first time he complimented her, but something about this time seemed more heartfelt and genuine. “Thank you,” she responded back as he offered her his hand to take. She would place her smaller palm In his much larger one and he would draw her in, his hand shaking past the fabric of her dress and cupping right beneath her ass. Cuddled up between his thighs she gazed over him, admiring him for a short moment before he explained what they had planned for the night. A charity event?. She wondered what kind, assuming this would be not the first among many for him. He continued to explain that it was his friend's wife hosting it, and it was a weird thought for Rayne that he had a life outside of his four walls— and she didn’t.

Not until now at least as he invited her outside of not only the confinement of his room, but off the property itself. She wondered why. Why now? What changed that he felt he wanted to take this leap with her in tow? Rayne didn’t respond right away as she looked at him, her mind had a million questions but she didn’t voice any of them. Was this a new chapter of her life? By going with him did it mean she was to accept that she only went where he gave her the ability and access. She grew so used to doing the same thing day by day that she tended to forget how this all started. Her eyes trailed back and forth to each one of his own, and she knew he would start to worry if she didn’t answer.

“I appreciate you thinking of me,” she finally spoke as her attention was then drawn back to the object in his hand. When he took it out her lips parted slightly and a nervous laugh fell from her lips. She didn’t have to be an expert to know what he was getting at, and he confirmed it by telling her he wanted to play a game. A game that involved her suffering in front of people. Enzo enjoyed toying with her, though there were times she could equate it more towards humiliation. “No way,” she said blankly, but oh, he was serious. Bend over. If that wasn’t bad enough his finger would slick her panties off to the side and he would dip a finger in her, the sudden touch caused her knees to buckle slightly as her breath hitched.

“Enzo I c-can’t,” his gaze didn’t falter though, and she knew he would not tell her twice. His finger continued to dip and swirl inside of her, her thighs twitched at the movements and her hand placed against his thigh as she hunched over slightly, doing her best to fight it between moans. In the end she would lose, and Rayne would comply by turning over and placing her hands on the bed, bending over for him as he continued to play with her.

ENZOBaby blues bounced back and forth across his face, searching for answers to questions that she didn’t ask. The silence stretched between them and he had a front row seat to everything she didn’t say. Enzo could only speculate. Sure there was the obvious - is this what her everyday life would be like? Was she forever at his beck and call, asking how high when he said jump? Maybe. Probably. But it wasn’t his intent to keep her like a pet trapped in a cage forever. It was part of his motive for taking her with him tonight. Could he trust her? Could he release her from her gilded cage without clipping her wings? Would she come back? He stared right back at her with an infinite number of questions for his own. From the very beginning, she had been a hiccup in his plan, an unforeseen obsession that he didn’t want to let go. Rayne wasn’t the first woman to grace his bed, she was one of only a few that had spent more than a night between his sheets. But she was the first that caught and held his attention, the first that he wasn’t willing to let go of just yet. Why? He wasn’t sure he had an answer yet.

I appreciate you thinking of me. His expression warmed with a smile. Little did she know that he always thought of her. From the night she collapsed in front of him, drunk and injured, unable to care for herself to this moment right here. She was never far off from his thoughts. From board meetings to family dinners, she invaded his thoughts - what was she doing, what was she thinking, was she doing okay? Never would he ever admit the uncertainty that sat like a stone in his gut as she wormed her way into his life more and more. The public would never question not seeing her on his arm again after tonight, the tabloids would call her another one of his flings - arm candy. But he would know the reality, the cold spot she’d leave in his bed, the evenings she’d no longer occupy.

It was her nervous laughter that dragged him back to the present. Followed quickly by her denial. But Rayne was easily controlled by her desire. Her breath hitched and her knees wobbled the moment he slid a finger into her wetness. Enzo, I-I can’t. He smiled. He loved the sound of his name on her tongue, all breathy and needy. “Yes you can.” She could and she would. The longer he fingered her, the weaker her resolve became. Her hands would grip his thighs as her body hunched - her lust always at odds with her brain. All she needed to do was let go. “Trust me.”

Her hands hit the mattress, her body bending to his will. Satisfaction curled his lips. Tonight was a long one though, there wouldn’t be gratification for either of them anytime soon. He guided her from bending over the edge of the bed to draping her across his lap, propping her ass up indecently. Pulling her thong to the side, he ran his fingers through her folds, circling her clit before slipping two fingers into her. The toy was warm from his hand, its smooth surface rolling easily over her wet skin. Slowly, he effortlessly pressed one silver globe into her at time, transfixed as he watched it disappear into her insatiable cunt. His cock was rock hard already, pressing incessantly at the front of his slacks and her mewling moans weren’t helping. Tonight was going to be a long test of his patience. Smoothing her dress back, he helped her stand, watching with a knowing look as she felt the weight of the tot shift inside of her. There’d be no reprieve for her from the constantly teasing sensation. “Ready?” He drawled as he stood, like he hadn’t just been knuckle deep inside her.

RAYNEEach second that his fingers remained in her was another second she could hardly keep control over. Her moans were light, her breaths picking up while her fingers gripped at the sheets of the bed. He would release her for a second though and guide her to the spot across his lap, her ass in the air and a finger sliding her thong off to the side. Again he would dip into her, two fingers sliding deeply into her which caused a longer moan to roll off her lips. “Fuck, Enzo….please,” she could hardly take it as he worked at her, circling his finger over her clit before plunging into her again. At this rate he would make her cum and he would be forced to change his pants.

There was a second that he stalled and she could feel a hardened object enter her, another one following soon after. She flinched at the first one, not expecting it, but the second left her with a weird sensation she never felt before. When he was done he pulled his fingers out leaving her feeling empty, fixed her tongue, patted out her dress and brought her back to her feet. Ready? Hardly, she thought to herself before she placed a single finger up at him. She grabbed his hand gently in her own and grabbed at the two fingers he had plunged deep within her, “clean them off,” she told him as she brought his fingers to his lips, the demand gentle in her eyes. Standing at full height she could feel the toy shift inside of her causing her to rub her thighs together and tussle at the front of her dress. “Fuck,” she said in a hushed breath, unsure of how she was actually going to make it though the rest of the night with a straight face, and even straighter legs.

“Lead the way,” she managed to ignore it for a short time, as best as he could at least, and folded her arm into his own where he would lead her out into the hallway, down the long corridor and outside to a limo that waited just for them. She could feel herself grow nervous at the idea that she would be in a world not strictly revolved around his own after such a long time.

ENZOClean them off. Fuck, she was perfect. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand up, his fingers glistening. Her demand was a quiet one, far softer than any command that ever left his mouth. But she was emboldened all the same and he wasn’t about to squash her growing confidence. Holding her gaze, he slipped one finger into his mouth, sucking the digit clean as it tongue laved her skin. He repeated the process with her other finger. It didn’t seem possible but his cock may have gotten harder. She was going to be the death of him.

Her thighs rubbed together as she uttered a curse, now fully aware of what kind of evening she was about to experience. Enzo hummed his approval. She’d be soaking wet the rest of the night. And the night was only getting started. With her arm hooked in his, he led her through the house to the foyer, down the steps and to the waiting car. Sleek and all black, the luxury sedan boasted equally dark windows and an engine that purred like a kitten. It wasn’t his favorite out of his cars, but it was what Omar preferred to chauffeur him around in. Opening the rear door, he let Ryan slide in first before he walked to the other side and got in.

The interior was just as dark, all supple black leather, not a detail overlooked. There was a barrier between the front and back seats, complete with a spot for a privacy window to be rolled up. A feature that had come in handy many times before tonight. It was only a thirty minute drive, hardly enough time for any fun. Plus, he wasn’t quite ready to surprise her with the additional features of her toy. That didn’t stop the sly smirk from curling one side of his mouth.

“We’ll stay in the city tonight.” He informed both her and Omar. The driver nodded, already having guessed that the mafia heir would stay in his penthouse, as he did after most functions. Taking her hand in his, his thumb drew idle circles against her skin, enjoying the silky texture. In typical Enzo fashion, he bombarded her with new experiences, new knowledge, new everything.

RAYNEAt the mention of staying in the city his driver, Omar, nodded and remained silent the rest of the drive. She had become familiar with him from the few places he had taken her, thought never as far as thirty minutes on the outskirts of the manor. This was a different city entirely. She could tell by the way the lights changed and the highways lapsed. She looked outside the window to see the high rise buildings, all lit up like Christmas trees and the rows and rows of traffic on the opposite highways. Many limos and sedans followed the trial to the event and it became quite apparent that this was going to be a very large gathering. She would only know Enzo, but he would know many of the people there she was sure and that alone was enough to make her grow silent in thought during the drive.

He took her hand in his, trailing his thumb idly over her soft skin. Blue eyes flickered over at him as he looked back at her, he seemed…content. It was different than how she usually saw him with his hardened gaze and nonchalant stare. The way he looked at her held a different kind of warmth, as though he was happy she agreed to come out and accompany him at this event. Rayne’s heart did its usual number as of late, the intensity picking up in her chest as she scooter closer to him with her eyes still fixated into his. Tenderly she would cup each of his cheeks in the softness of her palms as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips, slowly increasing her pace as her tongue sought to explore the inside of his cheeks. He bit his lip to tease him, becoming so familiar with this dance that she was growing comfortably secure in his presence. It had been a long time since she wanted to escape him, and his hold on her.

She pulled away with a soft smile, not realizing how quick the time went. No later did they pull up a large mansion, people flooded the beginning of the doorway and a carpet rolled out for those to walk elegantly across once they exit their vehicles. Omar was the first to exit the sedan as he opened the door., Enzo stepping out first and offered his hand. Taking it she tucked her dress under her she exited the car, one long leg followed the other as she brushed her dress down flat against her thighs. She would wait for him to direct her where to go from there as she took in the wild sights of the event.

Photographers lined the carpet taking pictures of those who passed, but when they saw Enzo the amount of attention drawn to him would prove overwhelming. Woman walked up to him, swooning over him and hardly noticing her, or caring to anyway. They would place a kiss on each of his cheeks, an Italian thing, and then try and talk his ear off. He was dismissive of many of them, but something brewed in Rayne that felt like a fire in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy? Why. He was not hers, and she was not his no matter how many times he tried to claim so.

She could hear the back talk from some of the women, whispers about who she was and what a man like him was doing with her. She could feel the annoyance bubble, but he did a good job of trailing her along until they were inside and seated at the table. Wine waited for them in elegant glasses, Enzo pulled the seat out for her before handing a glass over for her to sip from. As she sat she was reminded of the toy that still harbored her warmth, causing her to fiddle before she found a comfortable way to sit, waiting for the rest of the night to unfold.

ENZOHer hands are soft and warm and they cup his cheeks tenderly, pulling his face closer to hers. She lapped at his mouth, her body growing more insistent as she deepened the kiss. His hand would thread through her hair, though he didn’t wrap it around his fist and squeeze. Half in her hair and half across the nape of her neck, his touch is shockingly gentle, simply holding her against him as she explores his mouth. There is something exponentially more intimate about this kiss, about her tasting him, rather than the other way around. For once, Enzo didn’t rush her, he didn’t take control, he didn’t bend her to his will. He gave her all the time she wanted. But fuck was she making it hard to keep a grip on his self control. The moment her lips touched his, lust had shot through his veins like adrenaline. His dick begged for relief. Even after she pulled away. Even after they arrived.

When Omar opened his door, the rush of noise flooded the car - people talking, cameras flashing, music playing. There was a knowingly glint in the old mans eyes that Enzo diligently ignored. With a final squeeze of her hand, they exited the car. It was the typical fanfare that Enzo was used to. He hardly even blinked when he saw the sea of people, each vying for his attention. He waved to a few, those he recognized and considered worthy of his attention. Wrapping his arm around Rayne’s waist, he kept her glued to his side, public branding her. Even as cameras were shoved in their face, reporters demanded to know who she was. Even as women plastered themselves against his free side, greeting him with a kiss on each cheek. It was all so tedious, the pleasantries and greetings, all with people he couldn’t give a single fuck about. Dismissing them was repetitive, each one treated the same. But there was always one, one that didn’t get the hint the first time, one that received the full effect of his disapproving stare.

Enzo wasn’t anymore oblivious to the whispers than Rayne was. He heard them. The women that normally flocked to his side, desperate for their shot, all wondering who she was, why was she so special. Luciano had made it no secret that his eldest son, the heir to an empire, was available. His father had all but declared open season. Every privileged, well-bred woman was hungry for her chance, despite his consistent rejection of anything long term. He had no qualms about entertaining them for a night, but he always sent them packing.

Inside, the atmosphere settled dramatically. A band played up on stage, the melody flowing pleasantly over the chatting of attendees. Finding their table, Rayne immediately sat down, gripping her wine glass like it was a lifeline. As she started to fidget in her chair, her hips shifting in an attempt to find relief, Enzo smirked. He knew. “Come and I’ll introduce you to a few people.” Already he could see the host and hostess, making their way through throngs of people, greeting guests as they went. Further off, he spotted his brother, Matteo smiling as the pretty hanging on his every word. That meant their father and Alessa wouldn’t be too far off.

Guiding her with his hand rest on the small of her back, he dodged other guests, expertly avoiding conversations he didn’t want to have until he reached out to shake his friends hand. “You made it!” There was a hint of surprise in the others mans voice. “Of course he did!” His wife chided, causing her husband to roll his eyes. “He wouldn’t miss one of my parties.” “Never.” Enzo assured her. Her smile was bright enough to light up a room as she greeted Enzo with a polite kiss on one cheek. “And who’s this?” She asked a beat later, turning her attention to Rayne, a delicate and well manicured hand reaching out. “I’m Mia.” Mia was delightfully safe, on all fronts. She was head over heels in love with her husband, she was just busy enough that she couldn’t constantly haggle him to date one of her friends. But she was also sweet, someone he could trust to leave Rayne with - if he needed to step away.

RAYNEShe was ignorant of his status, why it was that cameras flocked his face, why it was the woman whispered in each other's ears when they saw her glued to this side. Had she known anything about him then this whole circumstance may have been entirely different. He was as dangerous as he was possessive, but she knew nothing about it, assuming that he had all the tabloids because his father was a billionaire for whatever reason. Somehow, someway they came from money but Rayne never cared to ask. Money didn’t sway her, and it most certainly wouldn’t have kept her if she had a say in the situation to begin with.

She didn’t sit long before he ushered her to rise so he could introduce her to a few people. He waved to one man that she would come to learn was his brother before bringing her to a very pretty, and friendly woman, with her husband. They exchanged some words between one another as the attention then turned to her, asking who she was. Rayne took her hand politely and shook it, “Rayne,” she offered back, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She could feel the eyes prying on her, occasionally she would turn her chin over her shoulder and see one man in particular looking her over. He was well dressed, they all were, but his eyes held a darkened stare. He sported a dark mustache and beard, his hair cleaned up and combed back nicely, tall, and also seemed he was made of money. Each time she felt like she was getting looked at she would turn over her shoulder, and he would be there to catch her gaze.

Rayne listened as they spoke amongst one another, “pardon me, I am just going to get some water.” Mia smiled at her with a nod before she gave Enzo a soft hug and walked toward a table adorned with water, wine, cheese, crackers, and all different kinds of finger foods. Rayne grabbed water and again she could feel those eyes on her, except when she went to turn away she almost bumped into a very pretty, but also pretty drunk woman who wore a huge smile. Her eyes casted over Rayne as if she was observing her from her painted toes, to the last hair on her head. Wow you’re stunning, Rayne pressed a strand of hair behind her ear, heat flushed her cheeks at the sudden compliment. “Thank you, you as well,” she was shooed off as the girl continued. He always gets bored of the pretty ones though. It won’t last long. Rayne’s brows knit together, knowing very well she was talking about Enzo. Rayne concluded this must have been one of the girls from outside. The heat in her cheeks turned from shy, to angered. “And who are you?” His sister, Alessa. Rayne found her throat grow dry as she stared at her blankly to which Alessa paid no mind, and trotted off.

Rayne sat there for a moment her anger bubbling from anger to uncertainty. Why was she here then? His sister would know him better than most, and in a drunken state had no reason to lie. Was she just some plaything for him to smack and fuck? Until he grew bored? Rayne ditched her water and grabbed a glass of wine, downing the first one and bringing the second back to the table where she met with Enzo and Mia. Her jaw clenched, unable to look at either one of them and at the rest of the crowd while she tried to steady her anxious heartbeat.

ENZOHe watched her. Not because he was worried the moment she stepped away from his side, she’d bolt. He watched her like a moth drawn to a flame, his attention fixated as she crossed the room in search of water. Something he could have very easily gotten for her. She drew gazes from both men and women, couples whispered while men lusted for a chance to talk to her and women turned green with envy. Mia nudged him, her smile mischievous as she pointed out his uncommon attentiveness towards his date. He brushed her off, grumbling for her husband to fuck off when he chimed in too. Enzo looked up in time to see his sister flouncing away from Rayne. And Rayne looking like she might wring someone’s neck. Probably his. Blowing out a sigh, he watched as she downed a glass of wine before making her way back towards them. With no water. But she brought with her an angry storm. It was etched into her face, it brewed in her eyes and it promised trouble. Mia tried to engage her, the woman had hostess ingrained in every fiber of her being. She wanted everyone to enjoy themselves.

With his hand on the small of her back, he excused them both and guided her away from the nosey group. In truth, he adorned Mia and her husband was not just a business partner, he was a friend. But they had a tendency to stick their nose where he didn’t want it. Guiding Rayne somewhere quieter, a private alcove that gave the illusion to privacy. Tucked away from the party, he turned her to face him, fingers gently lifting her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “What did my sister say to you?”

There was preamble. He didn’t bother asking her what was wrong. Alessa had gone what she does best - be a pain in his ass. She’d been a handful since before their mother died, but after the funeral, she had raised hell. Then their father got the bright idea to send her away for school, to let her loose in a world that full of monsters waiting to ruin her. She fought against the rules with tooth and nail, always managing to ditch her security detail. Though what she could have possibly said to Rayne, he couldn’t begin to guess. His siblings knew about her, there was no secrets when you all lived under the same roof. Especially when Raynes moans started filtering through his door might after night. Alessa had been chomping at the bit for details, she was desperate to know what type of woman had her older brother so enthralled. He hasn’t expected her to piss Rayne off after just a few words.

He crowded her, holding her against him. Surely she knew by now that there was no escaping him. Large hands settled on her hips as he tuned out the party, his attention solely on the woman in front of him. Genuine in his desire to fix this, whatever this was. It was then he realized just how deeply embedded in his life she had become. He didn’t want a rift between his siblings and her, and he certainly wouldn’t stand for his sister trying to drive a wedge between him and Rayne. His jaw ticked at the thought.

RAYNERayne knew it was only a matter of time until he pulled her off to the side and would take note in her shift. He was always observant from the moment she met him, a detail never slipped past him and it took very little time for him to figure her out. The one emotion he learned to read from her very early on was anger, because he was often on the heated side of it since he locked her away in his room and kept her captive. Her eyes didn’t flick over to Mia or her husband, they didn’t even lock into Enzo’s questioned gaze before he rested his hand against her back and whisked her away somewhere more private. There he held her close against him, her heart banged against her chest and the familiar anxiety swelled in her. She didn’t want to look at him, she was mad, and every time she looked into his stupid eyes she always got so lost. Fuck what was he doing to her.

A long sigh escaped her as she finally looked into his mismatched gaze her head swayed back and forth as the words caught in her throat. She was going to tell him not to worry about, but she knew he would have none of it and would badger her until she finally told him what was on her mind. Her cheeks were still flushed red and her heart felt like it was sinking to her stomach. She didn’t like this and she didn’t like to feel unsure. In truth she knew less about him than he knew about her, and it was all coming to light. She was a stranger in his world whereas he had solely became her world entirely. She was secluded and alone with no one else to confide in other than him. He felt pleasure in smacking her with his hands, or belt. To see her cry, to see her in pain. To make her his and his entirely as if she was purposely designed for his pleasure. Rayne swallowed back the lump in her throat as the threat of tears gathered in her eyes, but she fought against it.

“It’s not what she said, it's just the realization, Enzo.” She began, but again, she wasn’t a fool. “She said I was pretty but that you get bored of the pretty ones and it won’t last long,” she scoffed. “I’m such a fucking idiot,” she peeled her gaze away from him as she took a step back, as much as she could at least with being trapped between him and the wall. Her arms crossed over her chest “why am I here Enzo, really?” She finally locked back into his gaze. “Just choose a woman, any woman here, God knows you can have any one of them, fuck and abuse them instead.” She was hurt, it was clear, but it didn’t dawn on her as to why that may be. “I didn’t ask for this.”

No matter how many times she told herself she hated him, in this moment she began to realize that maybe it was completely opposite of that. Rayne was a fragile creature, and that realization alone was enough to scare the shit out of her. Especially if what Alessa said really was true.

She would know no different.

ENZOAlessa would be the death of him one day. And if she didn’t kill him, he was going to kill her. The overwhelming urge to throttle his little sister was nothing new to Enzo, it was nearly a second career for her. But this time was different. She wasn’t just crossing boundaries and running her mouth, she was jeopardizing everything he had been tediously building with Rayne. What had started as an impulsive decision to keep her, to make her his for the simple fact that he could, had now blossomed into something else entirely. He didn’t want to lose her. And it seemed his sister had single handedly taken a wrecking ball to it all. Rayne resisted at first, trying to wall herself off from him as she usually did when she was mad but soon enough the words came tumbling from her lips.

… you get bored of the pretty ones…

Alessa wasn’t speaking to another person for the rest of her life.

Tears glittered in her eyes as she pulled back and crossed her arms. She demanded to know why she was here. Then she was pushing him away, demanding he go pick anyone else here. …fuck and abuse them instead… Startled by her words, he flinched back like she slapped him. What the fuck. Enzo, who was king of his universe, in control of everything and everyone, was at a loss. He stared at her for what felt like an eternity. “You think I abuse you?” His voice was low, low enough that there was no telling if the question was actually meant for her to answer. The hot rise of his temper started in his belly, lurking behind the shadows of his stare as he considered her, her words. With a gentleness uncharacteristic of him, he would cradle her face, stepping back into her personal space, even with her arms crossed over her chest like a barrier.

“I want you.”

She wasn’t one of the dozens of woman that threw themselves at his feet or spread her legs in hopes that she’ll be the one. He wasn’t interested in any of the women here tonight. It was no secret that he ran through women faster than he did underwear, he hasn’t ever been shy about it and he wasn’t about to start now. But Enzo has always known what he wanted. And he always gone after it. Lorenzo Vincenza always got what he wanted. “You’re here because I want you here. With me.” She wasn’t a trophy that he was trotting out to show off, though he certainly wasn’t above flaunting that she was on his arm. “And I know you didn’t ask for this.” He paused and something would shift in his expression. “But I don’t want to let you go now.” He breathed out those last words, itching to murmur them against her skin. But instead he held her stare, wanting her to see the seriousness of his feelings. The need to possess her ran deep, far deeper than he thought possible. Obsession blurred the lines between right and wrong - but those lines were always blurred when it came to Enzo.

RAYNESomething in his eyes shifted when he mirrored her accusation at him. You think I abuse you? Maybe abuse was too strong a word, but in the heat of the moment she didn’t really filter through the list of things that his ass smacking and belt welting could be considered. “No,” she interjected with a huff, “no Enzo, you don’t abuse me, but what else would you call welting my ass until I can’t sit?” Pleasure. His pleasure. Never once did he ask her what she liked or what she wanted. Everything Enzo did was for him, and him alone and she allowed herself to be so blinded by it all, why? He was handsome, very easy on the eyes and at times, especially now, he was kind and he was making it a lot harder to want to distance herself from him. As he cupped her chin into his hands and looked her directly in the eyes she felt her heart sink further. Her chest felt tight and there was a lump in her throat from wanting to cry, and feeling strained to speak.

I want you.

Of course he would say that with his back against the wall, but she had known Enzo for half a year now give or take. He didn’t lie, or that’s what she concluded from the time spent around him, but in truth Rayne didn’t know Enzo. She didn’t know his life, past or present, she didn’t know what he did for work, what his favorite color was, what he liked to eat. What she did know was what his sexual pleasures were and how she was involved in them. Her arms remained crossed against her chest and there was not a moment he broke his gaze, each word he spoke to her seemed to change his expression even more. It pained her to say the things she thought, but these were the things she never spoke aloud at him, and in this very moment this was the most sincere he ever was with her, but she was going to stand her ground.

The urge to just kiss him stirred in her so strongly, but she fought it. She needed him to hear her the way she was hearing him. Rayne knew she was growing dangerously close to tipping off the edge, she was falling for him and it scared the absolute shit out of her that she knew so little about him while he had such a hold on her. She could sit here and say it was just lust, but there was something about their situation she couldn’t get a handle on. Why was she falling for him? He did take care of her, even after his alleged “abuse”, he always made sure she ate, had the best clothes and was the most comfortable. He gave her a credit card to spend the way she wished, but most of that was materialistic. Rayne wanted to see him, who he was really, but he was so often cloaked in the shadows that it was a hard thing to do. Something told her he had the ability to be everything a woman would want without money, and there were times where it would shyly shine through his cracks. Enzo was a man who wore a poker face, and kept his cards held close to his chest. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, breaking his gaze because it hurt too much to look at him when she said what she did next.

“It’s always about you Enzo, don’t you see it?” Rayne’s blue gaze slowly looked back at him and her heart thud wildly in her chest telling her to shut up, that she was going to ruin everything. Rayne knew she was right though, at least this time she was. “You have never once asked me what I wanted. I think tonight was the first time in months you gave me an option to make a choice for myself.” A long sigh escaped her and her head shook lightly. Rayne had a feeling her words were going to bother him, and if she didn’t know any better she would say it was because his feelings were growing past his possession too. She couldn’t let up though, not until she felt comfortable in her situation with him and not until she felt heard by him.

Rayne could see out of the corner of her eyes that Mia and her husband were peeking to see where they’d run off too. She assumed they needed him for something, and so her finger would idly point past him. “I think Mia needs you,” she spoke softly, her arms finally coming unraveled and off her chest while she still looked at him.

ENZOEnzo didn’t explain himself. To anyone. He barked orders and expected everyone to do as they’re told. He didn’t offer insight to his reasoning, nor did he tolerate being questioned. If it wasn’t ‘yes sir’, then you were gone. But Rayne… She hugged and grumbled about the first spanking he’d ever given her. Full lips lifted in a half smile. “Punishment.” He answered easily. “And I’ll do it again.” That was a promise. “Not only to teach you but because I like it.” He could still see the red marks across her round ass when he remembered that. “I want to see you completely undone, a sobbing mess begging for my mercy,” Mismatched eyes darken, desire unfurling its addictive claws. “Whether it’s because your ass is raw from my belt or hand. Or because you think you can’t possible cum again.” If she thought they had gotten to that point, she was sorely mistaken. Enzo had reined it in after that first night, pushing her slowly but surely towards his dark fantasies. “Once you learn to let go up here,” He gently tapped her temple with a finger. “You might find that you like it.” Early on in life, Enzo had learned he liked a little pain with his pleasure. Maybe it was because of the violence he was born into, the inherent cruelty of his world.

It’s always about you Enzo, don’t you see it? Of course he saw it. That's how he liked it. The world was at his fingertips. Whatever he wanted, he could have and no one could tell him no. And he wouldn’t change it. His career afforded him a life of luxury, but his family duty kept him above the law. There were no consequences. Except when it came to Rayne. But as she continued, she’d finally shed light on the real problem. She was suffocating in her cage. With each passing day, she grew more and more restless. Soon she’d resent him. The tic in his jaw would give away his internal debate. “We can change that.” He conceded, knowing he had no choice but to back down in this battle if he wanted to win to war. Would she see it though? The way he bent his own rules? What those changes would look like, he wasn’t sure yet. She already had her own credit card, the sleek black piece of plastic had been left on her nightstand one morning. “You only need to ask.” Asking was something she never did. She rarely questioned him, preferring to stare at him defiantly or hurling curses at him. Giving her the world was well within his grasp, if she only asked. Not unlike himself, she kept her cards close to her chest, choosing silence over actual communication. Deep down, he knew a part of her was walled off to him for the simple reason of circumstance. He’d taken her, held her hostage against her will and then used her willing body for his pleasure. Not that she was left wanting in any capacity…

She gestured to Mia then. He didn’t even look over his shoulder. “She’ll be fine.” There was nothing she needed from him directly tonight. She was being nosy. Her husband too. Always sticking their nose in his business. “Don’t deflect.” He chided as a hand dropped from her face to his pocket. It was her defense. So he pressed the power button, knowing the toy would buzz to life without warning. “I’ll always do it better.” His lips brushed against her, hiding her gasp from any prying eyes.

The first setting was low, an irregular pattern of up and down, a stimulant that was enough to kick up her heart rate without giving her the pleasure she chased. Hungry watched her, taking note of the war that always waged in her. Her mind versus her body. Her body wanted him and everything he did to her, he didn’t have to reach between her legs to know she was wet. But her mind… her mind balked when it came to her bending to his every whim, to the humiliation he dragged to the surface when he punished her. Stubbornly, she continued to resist the fact that she was his now, his to keep, his to fuck, his to take care of. She was caught up on what she thought was good and right, what was proper. He would use her, drag every drop of pain and pleasure he could from her but he wouldn’t leave her floundering in his wake. Selfishly, he’d watch her bend until she broke and then he’d put the pieces back together until she was whole. Until she trusted him to know what was best.

RAYNEPunishment. So simple a word yet it held so much more meaning. Her punishment didn’t consist of whipping his flesh until it was raw, or causing him enough pain that he would feel small against the world. Rayne looked directly at him as he said it, her gaze not once daring to break while her brows knit together, clearly confused. He added that it wasn’t only the punishment though, but that it was also because he liked it. She couldn’t figure out the correlation, or understand what parts of causing her such pain brought him pleasure, but he suggested if she opened her mind to it then maybe she might like it as well. Enzo wanted to see her in tiny bits littered at his feet. He wanted to be the reason she broke, and he wanted to be the one to put her back together. The thoughts made her chest grow tight, that same lump from previous was caught in her throat, but she couldn’t find any words to ask him anything further. She didn’t understand, but he wanted her to.

Her jaw clenched as silence strained between them, Enzo bringing the conversation back to how everything he wants, he gets. He suggested that could change with her simply beginning to ask and her quizzical brow rose, her lips pulled into a sarcastic grin, “right…” she responded dryly. Did Rayne truly know what she wanted from him? What she did know was there was a time she wanted to get rid of him, to go back to her life before she met him. If she asked then he would have told her no, denying her of the thing she wanted most at the time. What did she have left to ask for? Rayne didn’t find the desire to leave him now, she was comfortable and the thought of leaving him caused a pain to swell in her chest. To leave now would be leaving a part of her heart behind, even though she would deny it until she was blue in the face.

“Can I bend you over and welt your ass with a belt? You know…to see if I like punishing you?” She knew the answer, she wasn’t stupid, but all she had to do was ask, right? Her arms crossed back over her chest and she could see Mia still peeking over his shoulder with her husband not too far behind. Enzo’s voice caught her attention once more as she pulled back into his gaze while he drew closer, his hand moving from her chin and to his pocket. Don’t deflect. Is that what she was doing? She hardly noticed. Rayne tilted her head to the side and released a heavy sigh which was cut off short by a gasp from the sudden vibration of the toy inside of her. She forgot it was there, her hand shot between her thighs as she clenched the fabric of her dress between her fingers and her legs. His lips brushed over her, a soft moan parted from her lips as she felt the desire swell and heat radiate between her legs. “Fuck, Enzo…” her head rolled back against the wall, “s-stop.” Her heart beat in her chest wildly, her legs rubbed together as if that would stop the vibration.

This was just the beginning of a long night and somehow, someway, Enzo knew how to get under her skin though it was not in a way many would think. He knew the parts of her that wanted him the most, her vulnerabilities, her desires. He could read her even as she did her best to keep a stoic expression, to keep him at arm's length. He would break every barrier, effortlessly, he knew what he wanted and he was relentless in his pursuit to get it. No matter how many roadblocks she tried to place between them, he would prevail each time. Rayne didn’t want to give herself to him wholly, but fuck he made it so difficult not to.

ENZOSarcasm hung from the edges of her lips. She didn’t believe him. He didn’t try to convince her. The ball was in her court now and he’d leave it there, for now. How did the saying go? Ask and you shall receive? Enzo would happily give her just about anything. But he knew, with every fiber of his dark soul, that if she asked for her freedom, he’d deny her. He’d give her anything but that. Even if she ran, he’d find her. Rayne would never exist in a world that he didn’t also occupy. Like a planet trapped in his orbit, he’d relentlessly pull her in, keeping her within his reach. To think, one drunken night, one night of babysitting Alessa, it had all led to this - to Rayne being trapped under his oppressive touch. Something she craved no matter how hard she tried to resist.

Can I bend you over…

He laughed, a deep and dark sound. “Only in your dreams, baby.” Enzo bent to no one. Not her. Not Eskil. Not his rivals. Not his father. She certainly was never going to be whipping his ass. “Though I’m sure we could find a willing participant if you really wanted to find out.” A smirk curved his mouth, his eyes glittering with dark promises. Eskil came to mind, briefly. But she had been the one to point that he could snag any woman here he wanted. Surely there was one in attendance that would let Rayne play with her body while he watched. “You can pick.” His tone was teasing but he was also serious, if she was. He wouldn’t put a leash on her fantasy’s, he’d just steer her in a direction that benefited them both. Not that he anticipated her having the same point of view. But it certainly was an intriguing thought - Rayne standing over another woman, his belt wrapped around her tiny fist. His dick twitched.

Enzo smiled in earnest as her hand flew between her legs, her fingers bunching the material of her dress as pleasure tore through her. What he wouldn’t give to lift her dress and bury his fingers in her cunt. Fuck, Enzo. “I love my name in your mouth. Almost as much as my cock.” He purred. She begged him to stop. Too bad for her, he was just getting started. Was it really bad for her though? He turned the toy up a bit higher, watching as she sagged against the wall for support before he turned it way down. She was so beautifully responsive, her body coming to the life with the slightest of stimulations.

Like a savior coming to her rescue, the MC would announce it was time for everyone to find their seats - in preparation for the necessary speeches and eventually dinner. “Saved by the bell.” But he didn’t shut the toy off, not completely. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her in, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss before tugging her back towards their table. He waved off Mia as they passed, her eyes fully of probing questions as her eyes bounced back and forth between them. They were seated alongside the rest of his siblings - his brother and two sisters. It was no small blessing that his father had been pulled away on business and would miss tonight. As she sat, he’d murmur in her ear “Maybe I’ll let you cum for dessert.” Then he took a seat beside her, like not a thing had happened, like he wasn’t waiting for the next opportunity to torment her with the toy he’d slipped into her. He didn’t stop touching though. His finger tips grazed her skin, his arm resting across the back of her chair, a constantly reminder of just how close he was to her, while still being so far from where she wanted him.

RAYNEShe contemplated his offer, she wanted to know what he felt first hand and personally. What was it about the act of whipping and smacking that turned him on the way it did. She remained quiet as she scanned the crowd, thinking about the offer to bring someone home and have the power in her own hands. Seeing Enzo bent over a bed isn’t a sight she actually wanted, as she much rather liked to see him in his dominant state rather than a submissive one, but her brain could wrap around other things she would prefer to do to him. “I’ll pass. I don’t want you seeing anyone else naked but me,” she finally responded while she waved off the crowd and set her sights back onto him. The toy still buzzed in her and every once in a while she would have to catch herself from her twitch, still tugging at the fabric of her emerald dress. Her head rolled back and to the side at his remark, the annoyance she felt previously from Alessa’s comment slowly started to dissipate the longer they spent in each other’s time. No matter how much she wanted to push him away, to deny him, it proved extremely difficult.

As he turned it up higher she squirmed in her own skin, “fuckkk,” she groaned, leaning her forehead into his chest and gripping the tie of his tux with her other hand. She pulled for him to come closer, her heated breath lined the warm skin of his neck before the sound of the MC split through the air beckoning them back to their seats. He lowered the toy and locked her into a kiss which she fully reciprocated, exploring his mouth with her soft tongue before he broke the kiss and led her back towards the table.

Enzo leaned in close to her ear, whispering sweet seductions into his ear. The feeling of his fingers trailing her skin left goosebumps in her wake, the toy still vibrating softly in her. She smirked inwardly to herself that he denied that she too held some power, the power of simply existing in his presence. She gave him a sideways glance as he trailed his fingers over her skin, her own hand hidden under the table and resting against his thigh. There she began to rub the outside of his pants, his cock immediately in attention, locking him into her peripherals with a darkened smirk. She unzipped the soft fabric, her hand guiding in the opening as she gripped his length in her soft palm. Rayne would wait until he was nice and hard in her hand before she retreated it away, and when no one was looking, she would lick her palm up to the tips of her fingers making sure to coat her hand in thick spit. She would then reach back and under the table, taking him back in her hand as she stroked him, just the way he had shown her when she first had become so bold.

Rayne leaned over, her plump lips lined his ear as she nipped at it gently. “I’m fucking you tonight, if not, no one is going to cum.” She dared not release her gaze from him while she bit at her lip, as if she was daring him to rebuttal.

Enzo:

His expression turns contemplative when her attention shifts to the crowd. Was she actually considering his offer? If she is, he wonders who she'd choose. A leggy blonde? An exotic brunette? Enzo is suddenly very interested in her tastes, more so than anything else he could potentially gain from this. After some consideration though, she would decline, claiming that she didn't want his eyes on anyone else's naked body. His smile turns approving, his eyes heating with satisfaction. Even if she looked, she'd find no trace of disappointment in his eyes.

The walls she put up were beginning to crumble, she was no match for him. Something he enjoyed, as he watched her head fall back against the wall. So beautifully frustrated. Fuckkk. The dirty word was a sirens song on her tongue, the drop in her voice begging him to make her repeat it over and over. And over again. The MC is like the ringing of the proverbial bell that saves her, even as she explores his mouth before they return to their seats.

The table was immaculately presented - flawlessly cleaned silverware, pristine dish ware, a tasteful centerpiece. Enzo couldn't give less of a fuck. Not when Rayne's hand stroked his thigh. Somehow he didn't believe her touch was innocent, no when when her fingers repeatedly grazed his cock. Not the least bit shy, his legs spread under the table as she tugs at his zipper, his cock growing harder by the second. He knows what she's up to. That doesn't stop the tic in his jaw when her hand wraps around him. Her palm is soft and warm as she stroked him until he was rock hard. Her boldness, though surprisingly, is unbelievably hot. Sure he's gotten his dick played with under a table before, but definitely not at a table filled with his siblings.

As the speeches begin, every turns their attention to the stage and, mercifully, away from them. Enzo tracks every detail as she retracts her hand from the front of his pants to run her tongue across her palm and all the way up her fingers, leaving her hand slick with saliva. He should have more self control than this, he shouldn't be so eager for her wet hand to wrap around his cock like he's a horny teenager. But he is. His hips flex forward the moment she starts to jerk him off in earnest. I'm fucking you tonight, if not, no one is going to cum The little vixen. Reaching into his pocket, her thumbs the remote control. "Is that how you ask?" He murmurs as he turns her toy up high.

Matteo looks over at him then, undoubtedly wondering what they were whispering about. Enzo offers nothing more than half indifference, half scowl to his little brother. Still, that didn't stop Matteo from looking back and forth between them with interest. There were few secrets between the brothers, Rayne was perhaps the biggest despite the fact that she lived under the same room. It was no secret, however, that they were fucking - none of his siblings were capable of keeping their thoughts to themselves. It is perfect timing on his brothers part though because he couldn't imagine Rayne being able to control the blush in her cheeks or the pleasure that so easily exploded across her features.

RAYNE;

She should have known better, and forgot through the night pretty often that he held such power in the form of a small button located in his pocket. Her eyes locked into his as she stroked him, his length filling her entire hand as she worked him from base to tip being sure to give a little curl of her wrist as she did so. Her slick hand easily moved over him, in the back of her mind she wondered if she would be able to sneak him into her mouth under the table, maybe if she lied and said she had to get something out of her purse she could get a quick taste. His words caused her gaze to linger down towards his pocket, the reminder of what he was about to do was thick in the air, but she was too late to argue against it. He flicked the button on high, the sudden vibration caused her thighs to jolt under the table as she hit one of the legs, the table shaking in the wake of her knee hitting it. Her grip on his cock tightened in her palm almost unknowing while his siblings gazed back over to them due to the commotion. She stopped stroking him, a sheepish grin tugged against her lips but she didn’t say anything as she looked at Enzo's side profile. He was returning a look toward his brother who glanced over in her direction and finally broke his gaze after what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny.

Rayne breathed a heavy sigh as she squinted over at him, ”not fair, she said in a hushed breath back at him, returning to the thought of taking a sneak under the cloth of the table. She looked around, ironically they were located in the back most corner of the large room, closer to the exit doors. There wasn’t anyone on her left or right that would be able to see what she was getting at, only his siblings if they paid too much attention. The toy still vibrated in her, a soft groan left her lips. For something so small it was so powerful, the longer it relentlessly vibrated in her pushed her close to feeling as though she might actually be able to climax. There was no way she was going to allow a toy to do that to her. Rayne was almost tempted to bury her fingers deep into her own pussy to pry it out, then what would he do if he no longer had the power? The thought alone caused a smirk to tug against her lips and she softly cleared her throat, releasing him from her hand momentarily. Softly her fingers caressed the silver fork between them, twirling it between her pointer and middle as she edged it close toward the edge of the table. With another push it fell off the edge, a soft cling against the floor made his siblings turn back around to see where it came from
Rayne brushed them off with a flick of her hand, especially Alessa who she couldn’t help but to send a cold glare at. ”I just dropped my fork, silly me I’ll have to request another.” she would wait until they turned their attention back to the speaker and then she would make her descent under the table, and between his legs acting as though she was retrieving the utensil.

There he lay bare, still rock hard from stroking him. A soft purr escaped her lips while she licked her lips idly, taking him into her hand again while knowing very well she only had so many seconds in case his siblings turned around again to be nosey. Her plump lips wrapped around the head of his cock, coating him in her spit as she closed down toward his base, ensuring he was nice and deep in the back of her warm throat. In three quick motions she shoved him further past her gag, his head coaxing the deepest part of her throat that she could manage while her eyes watered at the edges. She worked at him with her hand at the same time, her palm wet from the tips of her fingers to her wrist. Rayne would only give him three good strokes, enough to give him something to squirm over, before releasing him with a soft ‘pop’ off her lips, her opposite hand grabbing the silverware.

Rayne retreated back to her seat, the litter fucker of a toy still vibrated against her walls causing her to bite her lip. Luckily none of his siblings noticed she even left for those couple of seconds, and by the time one of them peered over again she had him back in her hand, stroking him firmly, just the way he liked, while she waved the silverware with her other hand. ”Got it,” she stated with a purr and a soft smile as they looked away again.

She released him from her hand, not bothering to tuck him back into his pants before she stood and wiped off her dress. ”Excuse me,” she politely dismissed herself, but not before she leaned over to whisper in Enzo’s ear. ”Have to go take care of something quickly,” if he knew her, which a part of her assumed he did, and well, he would know she was up to no good. She was willing and ready to remove his torture device which seemed to have means of no end. Rayne wasn't sure how long of a night they had left, but there was no way she could sit and suffer for so long with him so close within her reach.

Brushing off her dress as she stood she made her way to the women's restroom. Surely wouldn’t follow her in at such an event, but in case he did, she made it a point to use the largest stall.