Enzo:
It was a routine for them now. It didn’t happen every meal, he was a busy man after all. But he always made it a point to be there for at least one meal. When business didn’t take him out of Rionna. Tonight, it was dinner. He’d been gone since before she woke that morning, leaving her wrapped in soft sheets. Returning to his room, a silver tray was balanced on one palm, the heat of the dish seeping through and warming his hand. On it sat a cloche that covered a plate of one of her favorites, if her facial expressions were to be believed. Succulent meats and roasted veggies. It smelled good enough to make his own mouth water. It also contained a glass of amber liquid, for him.
But as he stepped into his bedroom, he found it empty. Behind the closed bathroom door, the gentle sounds of the shower running could be heard. He had a few minutes at least before she came out then. Setting down her dinner, Enzo slid off his suit jacket, laying it across the back of the armchair he often sat in. Tugging at his tie, he pulled it from his neck, undoing the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. Rolling his shoulders, he blew out a breath, trying to let go of his work day the same way he did his suit jacket.
Sitting, he overwhelmed the armchair, his long legs spreading as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing tanned forearms covered in black ink. Picking up his drink, he sips it and waits. The shower shuts off a few minutes later and his eyes are drawn to the door expectantly. Visions of her stepping out of the shower fill his mind, water still dripping down her skin, her hair wet and slick around her neck. Her skin a lovely shade of pink from the heat of the water had him adjusting himself. Fingers tap the side of his glass, impatiently.
It was a routine for them now. It didn’t happen every meal, he was a busy man after all. But he always made it a point to be there for at least one meal. When business didn’t take him out of Rionna. Tonight, it was dinner. He’d been gone since before she woke that morning, leaving her wrapped in soft sheets. Returning to his room, a silver tray was balanced on one palm, the heat of the dish seeping through and warming his hand. On it sat a cloche that covered a plate of one of her favorites, if her facial expressions were to be believed. Succulent meats and roasted veggies. It smelled good enough to make his own mouth water. It also contained a glass of amber liquid, for him.
But as he stepped into his bedroom, he found it empty. Behind the closed bathroom door, the gentle sounds of the shower running could be heard. He had a few minutes at least before she came out then. Setting down her dinner, Enzo slid off his suit jacket, laying it across the back of the armchair he often sat in. Tugging at his tie, he pulled it from his neck, undoing the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. Rolling his shoulders, he blew out a breath, trying to let go of his work day the same way he did his suit jacket.
Sitting, he overwhelmed the armchair, his long legs spreading as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing tanned forearms covered in black ink. Picking up his drink, he sips it and waits. The shower shuts off a few minutes later and his eyes are drawn to the door expectantly. Visions of her stepping out of the shower fill his mind, water still dripping down her skin, her hair wet and slick around her neck. Her skin a lovely shade of pink from the heat of the water had him adjusting himself. Fingers tap the side of his glass, impatiently.
RAYNE
He never tells her when he’s leaving. Not that he owes her that, but for the amount of time she spent in his presence, locked away in his manor, she thought that maybe he would find the decency to do so. Her first couple of weeks were rough, and there were times that she still didn’t trust him, but it wouldn’t free her any sooner. Sometimes she wondered if she even wanted to be free anymore. What would she do after? She sometimes wondered if there were wanted posters, or if her parent’s even noticed she was gone. Hardly, if she had to guess, since they didn’t pay much attention to her when they breathed the same air.
Rayne thinks of all these things while she is in the shower, the water smacking her silky skin diffuses the sound of the door closing behind Enzo as he enters the room. She finishes with washing her hair, pulling the conditioner through her dark locks and rinsing all her worries down the drain—for now.
She turns the shower off and steps out on the plush mat, grabbing her towel that hangs beside the shower. Sometimes she grabs his and presses her face against it, inhaling his natural scents in which she was growing so accustomed. She wraps the towel around her curvy, lithe frame, tucking it in at the sides so it lay tightly against her chest. She dries out her hair with another towel and places it back on the rack to dry. She takes a little while longer, applying her facial moisturizer and brushing her teeth. When she finally leaves the bathroom she is surprised to see him sitting there, glass in hand and tapping on it, impatiently. She didn’t expect him there so soon as he often worked late hours, so she found her cheeks grow hot with slight embarrassment as she stood before him half naked. Her skin was still slick and wet, her hair pulled over her left shoulder.
“I didn’t think you would be back so early,” she cleared her throat, taking a look past him at her clothes that lay out on the bed. She moved closer to him and pressed by him gently, grabbing at the clothes and removing them from the sheets. Her movements would seem a little too quick for her towel, and the sudden reach would cause it to cascade down her form and collect at her ankles. She stood for a moment, the shock clear on her face, and quickly gathered the towel to wrap it around herself. Her attempt was not completely successful as parts of her thigh and side of her ass were still exposed from the towel. She collected it mostly at her chest as she held it against her tightly.
The look in his eyes went from impatient, to devious.
He never tells her when he’s leaving. Not that he owes her that, but for the amount of time she spent in his presence, locked away in his manor, she thought that maybe he would find the decency to do so. Her first couple of weeks were rough, and there were times that she still didn’t trust him, but it wouldn’t free her any sooner. Sometimes she wondered if she even wanted to be free anymore. What would she do after? She sometimes wondered if there were wanted posters, or if her parent’s even noticed she was gone. Hardly, if she had to guess, since they didn’t pay much attention to her when they breathed the same air.
Rayne thinks of all these things while she is in the shower, the water smacking her silky skin diffuses the sound of the door closing behind Enzo as he enters the room. She finishes with washing her hair, pulling the conditioner through her dark locks and rinsing all her worries down the drain—for now.
She turns the shower off and steps out on the plush mat, grabbing her towel that hangs beside the shower. Sometimes she grabs his and presses her face against it, inhaling his natural scents in which she was growing so accustomed. She wraps the towel around her curvy, lithe frame, tucking it in at the sides so it lay tightly against her chest. She dries out her hair with another towel and places it back on the rack to dry. She takes a little while longer, applying her facial moisturizer and brushing her teeth. When she finally leaves the bathroom she is surprised to see him sitting there, glass in hand and tapping on it, impatiently. She didn’t expect him there so soon as he often worked late hours, so she found her cheeks grow hot with slight embarrassment as she stood before him half naked. Her skin was still slick and wet, her hair pulled over her left shoulder.
“I didn’t think you would be back so early,” she cleared her throat, taking a look past him at her clothes that lay out on the bed. She moved closer to him and pressed by him gently, grabbing at the clothes and removing them from the sheets. Her movements would seem a little too quick for her towel, and the sudden reach would cause it to cascade down her form and collect at her ankles. She stood for a moment, the shock clear on her face, and quickly gathered the towel to wrap it around herself. Her attempt was not completely successful as parts of her thigh and side of her ass were still exposed from the towel. She collected it mostly at her chest as she held it against her tightly.
The look in his eyes went from impatient, to devious.
Enzo:
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a plume of steam from her shower. Surprised, she pauses, like she wasn’t expecting him so early, if it wasn’t already obvious by the way she walked out in nothing but a towel. Her words would confirm just that. “My last meeting was canceled.” He explained, leaving out the part about him being the one to cancel it. It was a last minute decision, one that had his assistant staring at him like he’d grown two heads. Standing there, nearly naked, her cheeks turned pink with a hint of embarrassment, her eyes darting to her clothes on the bed, like they’d magically appear in her hands so she could retreat to the bathroom. Fortunately for him, no such thing would happen. With no other choice but to walk across the room, he watched. A masculine appreciation shone in his mismatched eyes. The towel was pulled tight around her and for the first time since she arrived, he had a new found appreciation for his towels. The material barely covered the bottom of her ass as she walked, pressing by him to grab her clothes.
But her movements were quick, jerky like she was nervous all over again. In the last few weeks, they had developed a comfortable routine, in which she didn’t spit daggers at him every time he was in her presence. Though this was the first time he’d caught her in a towel. With her hair draped over one shoulder, Enzo got a show when her towel came loose, falling right off her body to land at her feet. Shock was etched into her features, visible in the way her eyes widened. But he wasn’t looking at her face. His stare drifted down the column of her throat like fingers tracing her skin, to linger on her full tits, her nipples hard in the cool air - begging to be pinched. Her taut belly and beautifully cinched waist flared to hips that he had a sudden urge to grip. Complete with a round, perky ass, she was perfection. He considered hiding all of her clothes from her so she had no choice but to walk around naked all the time. Her legs went on for miles and he knew then that he’d have them wrapped around his waist one day. It was unfortunate, the way her thighs clenched together, concealing the treasure between her legs.
Quickly, she was scrambling for her towel, clutching it haphazardly around her but she did a poor job of covering up. By the time his eyes met hers again, a slight smirk tipped up one corner of his mouth. “Come here.” His voice was low, baritones a deep rumble in his chest. His free handed extended towards her, outstretched in an offer for her to take it. Surely she knew though, that taking his hand would only end in him pulling her closer. All this time, he hadn’t laid a hand on her that she didn’t secretly crave and it was only ever an innocent brush of skin on skin when he took something in her hands or walked by her. But tonight… Tonight he wanted her close, he wanted to feel her skin against his, to breath in the smell of her freshly washed hair. He wanted more.
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a plume of steam from her shower. Surprised, she pauses, like she wasn’t expecting him so early, if it wasn’t already obvious by the way she walked out in nothing but a towel. Her words would confirm just that. “My last meeting was canceled.” He explained, leaving out the part about him being the one to cancel it. It was a last minute decision, one that had his assistant staring at him like he’d grown two heads. Standing there, nearly naked, her cheeks turned pink with a hint of embarrassment, her eyes darting to her clothes on the bed, like they’d magically appear in her hands so she could retreat to the bathroom. Fortunately for him, no such thing would happen. With no other choice but to walk across the room, he watched. A masculine appreciation shone in his mismatched eyes. The towel was pulled tight around her and for the first time since she arrived, he had a new found appreciation for his towels. The material barely covered the bottom of her ass as she walked, pressing by him to grab her clothes.
But her movements were quick, jerky like she was nervous all over again. In the last few weeks, they had developed a comfortable routine, in which she didn’t spit daggers at him every time he was in her presence. Though this was the first time he’d caught her in a towel. With her hair draped over one shoulder, Enzo got a show when her towel came loose, falling right off her body to land at her feet. Shock was etched into her features, visible in the way her eyes widened. But he wasn’t looking at her face. His stare drifted down the column of her throat like fingers tracing her skin, to linger on her full tits, her nipples hard in the cool air - begging to be pinched. Her taut belly and beautifully cinched waist flared to hips that he had a sudden urge to grip. Complete with a round, perky ass, she was perfection. He considered hiding all of her clothes from her so she had no choice but to walk around naked all the time. Her legs went on for miles and he knew then that he’d have them wrapped around his waist one day. It was unfortunate, the way her thighs clenched together, concealing the treasure between her legs.
Quickly, she was scrambling for her towel, clutching it haphazardly around her but she did a poor job of covering up. By the time his eyes met hers again, a slight smirk tipped up one corner of his mouth. “Come here.” His voice was low, baritones a deep rumble in his chest. His free handed extended towards her, outstretched in an offer for her to take it. Surely she knew though, that taking his hand would only end in him pulling her closer. All this time, he hadn’t laid a hand on her that she didn’t secretly crave and it was only ever an innocent brush of skin on skin when he took something in her hands or walked by her. But tonight… Tonight he wanted her close, he wanted to feel her skin against his, to breath in the smell of her freshly washed hair. He wanted more.
RAYNE
She had been so wrapped up in her own embarrassment that she didn’t see his eyes eating up the entirety of her body, but she could feel them. When she met his gaze again she was graced with his outstretched hand and she knew, she just knew the dangerous path she would be lurking if she wrapped her delicate fingers in the palm of his muscular grip. Her heart began to beat heavily in her chest as her mind raced in a million directions.
In truth she was growing more comfortable with him, and there were many times when she looked at him she could feel her heart thrum in her throat. The way he looked at her, the intensity of his gaze, none of those moments even matched the way he looked at her now. He was hungry, undressing her again silently with just his gaze. Rayne was intimidated, and intrigued, all in one—but she knew better than to deny him. She came to learn that Enzo did not do well with rejection, and often got what he wanted anyway. If there was one thing Rayne liked to think she was good at, it was diverting the subject.
His demand did not fall on deaf ears and it did something to her. It ignited a spark between her thighs and made her mind travel to all the things he would do to her. Enzo was a hard card to read, he often wore a poker face but she couldn’t even fathom the man who truly was when he was starved and deprived of the thing he wanted in that moment, and at his leisure.
Her palm met his and he pulled her in with a graceful force, her other palm landed on his solid chest, the only thing holding up the towel now was the pressure of her breast laid against him. Rayne felt the heat swell between her thighs further, a slick layer of wet began to pool there, trapped between her skin. Her breath hitched at she looked at him directly, locked in and unable to pull away from the demand of his gaze. “The food is going to grow cold,” she said in a nearly whispered breath. Her chin tilted up slightly to be able to look at him as he stood nearly a foot taller then she.
She had been so wrapped up in her own embarrassment that she didn’t see his eyes eating up the entirety of her body, but she could feel them. When she met his gaze again she was graced with his outstretched hand and she knew, she just knew the dangerous path she would be lurking if she wrapped her delicate fingers in the palm of his muscular grip. Her heart began to beat heavily in her chest as her mind raced in a million directions.
In truth she was growing more comfortable with him, and there were many times when she looked at him she could feel her heart thrum in her throat. The way he looked at her, the intensity of his gaze, none of those moments even matched the way he looked at her now. He was hungry, undressing her again silently with just his gaze. Rayne was intimidated, and intrigued, all in one—but she knew better than to deny him. She came to learn that Enzo did not do well with rejection, and often got what he wanted anyway. If there was one thing Rayne liked to think she was good at, it was diverting the subject.
His demand did not fall on deaf ears and it did something to her. It ignited a spark between her thighs and made her mind travel to all the things he would do to her. Enzo was a hard card to read, he often wore a poker face but she couldn’t even fathom the man who truly was when he was starved and deprived of the thing he wanted in that moment, and at his leisure.
Her palm met his and he pulled her in with a graceful force, her other palm landed on his solid chest, the only thing holding up the towel now was the pressure of her breast laid against him. Rayne felt the heat swell between her thighs further, a slick layer of wet began to pool there, trapped between her skin. Her breath hitched at she looked at him directly, locked in and unable to pull away from the demand of his gaze. “The food is going to grow cold,” she said in a nearly whispered breath. Her chin tilted up slightly to be able to look at him as he stood nearly a foot taller then she.
Enzo:
She hesitated, as she often did when she was faced with something new, when she didn’t know what he was up to. The indecision was plain on her face as she warred with herself. Enzo was patient though. As patient as he ever was anyways. She was the only one in his life who got even a sliver of a moment to think before answering him. At work, he demanded excellence, his staff to anticipate his every demand before he even opens his mouth. In the shadows of after hours, his family’s work required his control to be absolute. Otherwise someone ended up dead. Rayne, however, she was something new. With her, he crossed a line he had never crossed before. Taking her home had been one thing when she collapsed in his arms with a sprained ankle. But keeping her? That had been a spur of the moment decision. He brushed it off as him simply taking care of her when she obviously couldn’t take care of herself. Days had turned to weeks and while he had offered her space to acclimate to her new life, he still jerked on her leash, he still demanded her obedience.
Her hand was warm as she slid it into his. Wrapping his fingers around her, his grip wasn’t tight but it was no less than a vice. She wasn’t escaping him. She couldn’t escape him. Pulling her towards him, she fell against his chest, her free hand splaying across his clothed skin. Her towel was held up only by her pressing her against him, and he could feel every inch of her pressed against him. Look up at him, her face turned upward, she breathed out her concern for her meal. Amusement and arrogance bled together. Deflection was the name of her game. From day one, she had used it to avoid something, to try and distract him. “Hungry?” He asked, the whole weighed with dual meanings. He watched her pupils dilate the moment her breath had hitched. She wasn’t as unaffected by him as she pretended to be.
Reclining back in his chair, his legs once more spread, he offered her the same seat he always did. Only this time, he tugged at her towel, lightly enough that if she gripped it, she would keep it wrapped haphazardly around her. And if she didn’t, well, then he’d enjoy watching her sink to her knees, completely naked. “Let’s eat then.” He drawled. “Wouldn’t want it getting cold.” There was an undertone to his voice that teased her, letting her know he was very much aware of the game she was trying to play. But Enzo always made sure to play it better, to one up her so that she’s left floundering. Sooner or later, she would realize that Enzo always got what he wanted, one way or another.
She hesitated, as she often did when she was faced with something new, when she didn’t know what he was up to. The indecision was plain on her face as she warred with herself. Enzo was patient though. As patient as he ever was anyways. She was the only one in his life who got even a sliver of a moment to think before answering him. At work, he demanded excellence, his staff to anticipate his every demand before he even opens his mouth. In the shadows of after hours, his family’s work required his control to be absolute. Otherwise someone ended up dead. Rayne, however, she was something new. With her, he crossed a line he had never crossed before. Taking her home had been one thing when she collapsed in his arms with a sprained ankle. But keeping her? That had been a spur of the moment decision. He brushed it off as him simply taking care of her when she obviously couldn’t take care of herself. Days had turned to weeks and while he had offered her space to acclimate to her new life, he still jerked on her leash, he still demanded her obedience.
Her hand was warm as she slid it into his. Wrapping his fingers around her, his grip wasn’t tight but it was no less than a vice. She wasn’t escaping him. She couldn’t escape him. Pulling her towards him, she fell against his chest, her free hand splaying across his clothed skin. Her towel was held up only by her pressing her against him, and he could feel every inch of her pressed against him. Look up at him, her face turned upward, she breathed out her concern for her meal. Amusement and arrogance bled together. Deflection was the name of her game. From day one, she had used it to avoid something, to try and distract him. “Hungry?” He asked, the whole weighed with dual meanings. He watched her pupils dilate the moment her breath had hitched. She wasn’t as unaffected by him as she pretended to be.
Reclining back in his chair, his legs once more spread, he offered her the same seat he always did. Only this time, he tugged at her towel, lightly enough that if she gripped it, she would keep it wrapped haphazardly around her. And if she didn’t, well, then he’d enjoy watching her sink to her knees, completely naked. “Let’s eat then.” He drawled. “Wouldn’t want it getting cold.” There was an undertone to his voice that teased her, letting her know he was very much aware of the game she was trying to play. But Enzo always made sure to play it better, to one up her so that she’s left floundering. Sooner or later, she would realize that Enzo always got what he wanted, one way or another.
RAYNE
His grip against her back was firm and guided with demand as he reclined back into his chair. Even as he sat, legs splayed, his hand remained on her a moment longer before he tugged at her towel. It wasn’t meant to be pulled off of her as her free hand still gripped it at her chest, keeping a hold of the towel there, but his intentions were clear. In retaliation she gripped harder at it and kept a firm arm against her chest, in the while a pout tugged against her lips. “Just because you saw once doesn’t mean you get to see it again.” She stated matter of fact, though her mind screamed at her that she was lying. If he played his cards right she had no doubt she wouldn’t be able to uphold this facade. She wanted him. Her subconscious wanted to know what he felt like inside of her, how he handled her. He was predator and she was prey.
Where his legs splayed there was an empty spot on the floor. In the beginning he had not been so nice to prop a pillow against the hard wood. Over the weeks he found it in him to at least provide subtle comfort and she conformed to his demands. Rayne, who would put up a fight in the earlier weeks, took her spot on her knees on the floor. He shadowed her with the food placed at the table at his side, and began to feed her piece by piece as he usually did.
Except this time, something in her grew a little bold.
As he fed her a piece she grabbed onto his wrist with her free hand, still gripping the towel with her other incase he tried to tug it off again. She locked her gaze into his mismatched stare and took the food from his fingers without releasing her grip. She finished what he fed her and brought his fingers to her lips, lining them gently before she trailed her tongue over his finger. She then took it in her mouth, pulling it out, and taking his neighboring finger in the second time as she wrapped them both in the warm of her tongue, pressing them deeper into the back of her throat.
To his surprise he would learn that she did not have a gag reflex.
His grip against her back was firm and guided with demand as he reclined back into his chair. Even as he sat, legs splayed, his hand remained on her a moment longer before he tugged at her towel. It wasn’t meant to be pulled off of her as her free hand still gripped it at her chest, keeping a hold of the towel there, but his intentions were clear. In retaliation she gripped harder at it and kept a firm arm against her chest, in the while a pout tugged against her lips. “Just because you saw once doesn’t mean you get to see it again.” She stated matter of fact, though her mind screamed at her that she was lying. If he played his cards right she had no doubt she wouldn’t be able to uphold this facade. She wanted him. Her subconscious wanted to know what he felt like inside of her, how he handled her. He was predator and she was prey.
Where his legs splayed there was an empty spot on the floor. In the beginning he had not been so nice to prop a pillow against the hard wood. Over the weeks he found it in him to at least provide subtle comfort and she conformed to his demands. Rayne, who would put up a fight in the earlier weeks, took her spot on her knees on the floor. He shadowed her with the food placed at the table at his side, and began to feed her piece by piece as he usually did.
Except this time, something in her grew a little bold.
As he fed her a piece she grabbed onto his wrist with her free hand, still gripping the towel with her other incase he tried to tug it off again. She locked her gaze into his mismatched stare and took the food from his fingers without releasing her grip. She finished what he fed her and brought his fingers to her lips, lining them gently before she trailed her tongue over his finger. She then took it in her mouth, pulling it out, and taking his neighboring finger in the second time as she wrapped them both in the warm of her tongue, pressing them deeper into the back of her throat.
To his surprise he would learn that she did not have a gag reflex.
Enzo:
It’s not a huge surprise that she denies him, but it’s still disappointing. Her lower lip pressed forward in a pout as she lied right through her teeth. A dark brow arched, suggesting that he didn’t believe her. Not one bit. “You sure about that?” He challenged as she sank to her knees. Was she already wet with anticipation? He’d bet good money that she was. Reading body language was a key part of what he did everyday. From sitting in various meetings, it was handy to pick up on the subtleties of someone bluffing, to when he was extracting information, being able to read someone’s emotions in the smallest of cues was crucial. Unfortunately for Rayne, he used it on her too. Enzo tracks her movements with his eyes as she settles in on the pillow he offered her a few weeks ago - soft place to kneel, a small reward for her compliance. Without anymore fuss, she eats, taking each and every bite he offers her. All the while, her hand never releases its death grip on her towel. Idly, he considers replacing all the towels in his bathroom with hand towels.
The moment her fingers wrap around his wrist though, she has his full attention. Mesmerized, he watches as she swallows her food before bringing his fingers to her lips. Lust shot white hot through his veins as her tongue trailed over his fingers, licking off any remnants of her dinner. Gold and slate colored eyes never left her mouth as she wrapped her lips around one finger, then two, sucking him all the way to the back of her throat. And she doesn’t gag. Fuck. In an instant, his cock is hard and pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. Images of her mouth wrapped around him flood his mind - drool and cum dribbling down her chin, her eyes watering as she swallows.
With his index and middle fingers in her mouth, he presses down on her tongue as his thumb slides under her chin, grabbing a hold of her lower jaw as he leaned closer, elbows coming to rest on his knees. “You asked for it.” He warns, no, reminds, just a second before he pries the towel from her grip, stripping it off her body with no remorse. She could balk all she wanted, Enzo wasn’t letting her go. Methodically, his fingers slide back and forth across her tongue - he doesn’t ask, he simply does. Fucking her mouth slowly with his fingers, his eyes bore into hers. She started it the moment her hand wrapped around him wrist, holding him hostage. But if she thought she was going to finish this work the upper hand, she was sorely mistaken.
It’s not a huge surprise that she denies him, but it’s still disappointing. Her lower lip pressed forward in a pout as she lied right through her teeth. A dark brow arched, suggesting that he didn’t believe her. Not one bit. “You sure about that?” He challenged as she sank to her knees. Was she already wet with anticipation? He’d bet good money that she was. Reading body language was a key part of what he did everyday. From sitting in various meetings, it was handy to pick up on the subtleties of someone bluffing, to when he was extracting information, being able to read someone’s emotions in the smallest of cues was crucial. Unfortunately for Rayne, he used it on her too. Enzo tracks her movements with his eyes as she settles in on the pillow he offered her a few weeks ago - soft place to kneel, a small reward for her compliance. Without anymore fuss, she eats, taking each and every bite he offers her. All the while, her hand never releases its death grip on her towel. Idly, he considers replacing all the towels in his bathroom with hand towels.
The moment her fingers wrap around his wrist though, she has his full attention. Mesmerized, he watches as she swallows her food before bringing his fingers to her lips. Lust shot white hot through his veins as her tongue trailed over his fingers, licking off any remnants of her dinner. Gold and slate colored eyes never left her mouth as she wrapped her lips around one finger, then two, sucking him all the way to the back of her throat. And she doesn’t gag. Fuck. In an instant, his cock is hard and pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. Images of her mouth wrapped around him flood his mind - drool and cum dribbling down her chin, her eyes watering as she swallows.
With his index and middle fingers in her mouth, he presses down on her tongue as his thumb slides under her chin, grabbing a hold of her lower jaw as he leaned closer, elbows coming to rest on his knees. “You asked for it.” He warns, no, reminds, just a second before he pries the towel from her grip, stripping it off her body with no remorse. She could balk all she wanted, Enzo wasn’t letting her go. Methodically, his fingers slide back and forth across her tongue - he doesn’t ask, he simply does. Fucking her mouth slowly with his fingers, his eyes bore into hers. She started it the moment her hand wrapped around him wrist, holding him hostage. But if she thought she was going to finish this work the upper hand, she was sorely mistaken.
RAYNE
She wants to know if she has some, or any kind of power over him the way he does her. Often he has her in a chokehold, figuratively speaking, but because he is so unreadable she wonders what kind of hold she has on him—if she has one at all. It seems to work when she places his fingers in her mouth because something changes in his eyes. It is as though he is pleasantly surprised by her action, though she should have known that he would have a rebuttal. Quickly he pressed his fingers down on her tongue and no faster than that his thumb hinged under her jaw. It causes her body to tense up and freeze, there is no pain, but she can’t even imagine what he has in mind with her in such a vulnerable position.
His words cause her own eyes to widen and his movement is swift as he grabs the towel, and rips it clean off her body leaving her naked and on her knees. She goes to speak back at him but her words are muffled, and with the way he is holding her she can’t rise up from her kneeling position. His fingers slowly drag across her tongue and to the back of her throat, the speed and intensity increasing slowly as he does so. It causes her eyes to water, but she still does not gag, her mind working around the ways to gain back her control. He called the shots too many times, since she first got to his room and was locked away, she was adapting to his mannerisms and she wanted to make him squirm all the same. Rayne doesn't bother to try and release his grip from her jaw, not yet at least.
She is very aware of where this is headed, and how far it could go, but she doesn't know what he is capable of. Her heart pounds in her chest and she can feel the anxiety swell as he continues to slide his fingers deeper into her throat. For any many times she tells herself she refuses to fuck him, she can’t deny the wild fantasies that run rampant in her mind about him. Now with her towel ripped away and on the floor far from reach, she succumbs to being naked and bare at his feet. All she can do is play into his game. Her right hand reaches, tucking behind his third finger and guiding it slowly to her mouth, edging him on to fill her mouth with more.
Whether he chooses to go along with it or not she eventually pulls her hand away and works feverishly at his zipper. She could feel his cock hard against the material of his pants and she could feel the yearning for him between her legs. Fuck she thinks to herself knowing very well she can’t go back now. He would take her, and he would make her pay for all the times she denied him. She was sure of it.
Finally when she released him her hands immediately explored, her eyes widened as the sheer size and girth he had been hiding, locked away behind a regular suit and tie. Her hand begins to massage him, stroking up and down his length with a firm, yet tender grip. Her eyes lock into his, and if she could smirk right past him trying to gag her, then he would see the daring invitation.
She wants to know if she has some, or any kind of power over him the way he does her. Often he has her in a chokehold, figuratively speaking, but because he is so unreadable she wonders what kind of hold she has on him—if she has one at all. It seems to work when she places his fingers in her mouth because something changes in his eyes. It is as though he is pleasantly surprised by her action, though she should have known that he would have a rebuttal. Quickly he pressed his fingers down on her tongue and no faster than that his thumb hinged under her jaw. It causes her body to tense up and freeze, there is no pain, but she can’t even imagine what he has in mind with her in such a vulnerable position.
His words cause her own eyes to widen and his movement is swift as he grabs the towel, and rips it clean off her body leaving her naked and on her knees. She goes to speak back at him but her words are muffled, and with the way he is holding her she can’t rise up from her kneeling position. His fingers slowly drag across her tongue and to the back of her throat, the speed and intensity increasing slowly as he does so. It causes her eyes to water, but she still does not gag, her mind working around the ways to gain back her control. He called the shots too many times, since she first got to his room and was locked away, she was adapting to his mannerisms and she wanted to make him squirm all the same. Rayne doesn't bother to try and release his grip from her jaw, not yet at least.
She is very aware of where this is headed, and how far it could go, but she doesn't know what he is capable of. Her heart pounds in her chest and she can feel the anxiety swell as he continues to slide his fingers deeper into her throat. For any many times she tells herself she refuses to fuck him, she can’t deny the wild fantasies that run rampant in her mind about him. Now with her towel ripped away and on the floor far from reach, she succumbs to being naked and bare at his feet. All she can do is play into his game. Her right hand reaches, tucking behind his third finger and guiding it slowly to her mouth, edging him on to fill her mouth with more.
Whether he chooses to go along with it or not she eventually pulls her hand away and works feverishly at his zipper. She could feel his cock hard against the material of his pants and she could feel the yearning for him between her legs. Fuck she thinks to herself knowing very well she can’t go back now. He would take her, and he would make her pay for all the times she denied him. She was sure of it.
Finally when she released him her hands immediately explored, her eyes widened as the sheer size and girth he had been hiding, locked away behind a regular suit and tie. Her hand begins to massage him, stroking up and down his length with a firm, yet tender grip. Her eyes lock into his, and if she could smirk right past him trying to gag her, then he would see the daring invitation.
Enzo:
The moment he grips her jaw, she freezes and her eyes go wide with anxiety. A small part of him wants to relax his grip on her, to soothe her worries. But he doesn’t. She started this game, he was going to show her that she was committed it, regardless of her worries. She would learn to trust him. She could tease and toy with him all she wanted, but he was a tit for tat kind of man. Raynes eyes widen further at his warning and he feels the shock ripple through her body when he rips her towel from her grasp. One corner of his mouth tips up when she tries to speak, but the words come out garbled at best. “Something wrong, Rayne?” Sin drips from every husky word and her name rolls off his tongue like it’s his favorite thing to say. For all his bravado, his ability to keep his composure under the most extreme circumstances, nothing can stop the way his eyes dilate with desire. Nor does he bother to hide it from her, she should know after all.
Especially when she continues to feed into his darkest desires. She’s the one that draws a third finger into her mouth and he doesn’t bother to stop, letting her manipulate him as she pleases. With a majority of his hand filling her mouth, his eyes wander to the drool that starts to trickle from the corners of her mouth, then lower, down the column of her throat, all the way to her perky tits. Languidly, he cups one, his fingers twirling idly around her nipple before giving it a rough pinch. Before he can do anymore, she’s pawing at his zipper, fumbling to find it and tug it down. A salacious grin splits his mouth. “Something you want, baby?” He shifts, giving her the access she’s so desperate for. In truth, she’s surprised him tonight. While he’s never truly made a move towards her, she’s never expressed such interest in him before this. Nor did he expect her to so eagerly reach down his pants and fist his cock. Despite himself, he can’t stop the low groan she coaxes from him the moment she wraps her hands around him and starts to stroke. Pleasure races up his back.
Rayne is smirking at him, as best she can with her mouth full. A challenge glitters in her eyes, one he’s all too happy to accept. And it shows, in the arrogance that bleeds into his expression. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, his thumb brushed against her wet lower lip, smearing her own spot across her mouth. Threading his hand into her wet hair, he grips her tightly, dragging her up so that her torso rests more in his lap. Enzo holds her stare as he leans in, like he means to kiss her. But he doesn’t. His lips just barely touch hers. “You’re going to swallow my cock like a good girl tonight.” He breathes the words out. His free hand covers her, squeezing her hand tighter as he guides her in stroking him, just the way he likes.
His breathing increases with anticipation, his body wound tight. It’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about her mouth, not after all the curses and insults she’s thrown at him over the last few weeks. Each and every time, he considered all the ways she could put her mouth to use. While he didn’t immediately force her down onto his length, he doesn’t let her escape, he holds her secure, waiting for that flicker of acceptance in her eyes. No matter how prudish she attempted to act under the light of day, there was a clear invitation in her eyes tonight - an invite he was thrilled to accept.
The moment he grips her jaw, she freezes and her eyes go wide with anxiety. A small part of him wants to relax his grip on her, to soothe her worries. But he doesn’t. She started this game, he was going to show her that she was committed it, regardless of her worries. She would learn to trust him. She could tease and toy with him all she wanted, but he was a tit for tat kind of man. Raynes eyes widen further at his warning and he feels the shock ripple through her body when he rips her towel from her grasp. One corner of his mouth tips up when she tries to speak, but the words come out garbled at best. “Something wrong, Rayne?” Sin drips from every husky word and her name rolls off his tongue like it’s his favorite thing to say. For all his bravado, his ability to keep his composure under the most extreme circumstances, nothing can stop the way his eyes dilate with desire. Nor does he bother to hide it from her, she should know after all.
Especially when she continues to feed into his darkest desires. She’s the one that draws a third finger into her mouth and he doesn’t bother to stop, letting her manipulate him as she pleases. With a majority of his hand filling her mouth, his eyes wander to the drool that starts to trickle from the corners of her mouth, then lower, down the column of her throat, all the way to her perky tits. Languidly, he cups one, his fingers twirling idly around her nipple before giving it a rough pinch. Before he can do anymore, she’s pawing at his zipper, fumbling to find it and tug it down. A salacious grin splits his mouth. “Something you want, baby?” He shifts, giving her the access she’s so desperate for. In truth, she’s surprised him tonight. While he’s never truly made a move towards her, she’s never expressed such interest in him before this. Nor did he expect her to so eagerly reach down his pants and fist his cock. Despite himself, he can’t stop the low groan she coaxes from him the moment she wraps her hands around him and starts to stroke. Pleasure races up his back.
Rayne is smirking at him, as best she can with her mouth full. A challenge glitters in her eyes, one he’s all too happy to accept. And it shows, in the arrogance that bleeds into his expression. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, his thumb brushed against her wet lower lip, smearing her own spot across her mouth. Threading his hand into her wet hair, he grips her tightly, dragging her up so that her torso rests more in his lap. Enzo holds her stare as he leans in, like he means to kiss her. But he doesn’t. His lips just barely touch hers. “You’re going to swallow my cock like a good girl tonight.” He breathes the words out. His free hand covers her, squeezing her hand tighter as he guides her in stroking him, just the way he likes.
His breathing increases with anticipation, his body wound tight. It’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about her mouth, not after all the curses and insults she’s thrown at him over the last few weeks. Each and every time, he considered all the ways she could put her mouth to use. While he didn’t immediately force her down onto his length, he doesn’t let her escape, he holds her secure, waiting for that flicker of acceptance in her eyes. No matter how prudish she attempted to act under the light of day, there was a clear invitation in her eyes tonight - an invite he was thrilled to accept.
RAYNE
He finally removes his fingers from her mouth, her throat wet from her spit. He trails the liquid along her lips and leans into her, his mouth only inches away, but he does not press her with a kiss. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement, but she only found herself able to bite at her lip idly as she was ready to oblige. Not before she left him off without a slick comment, however. “Working backwards I see,” she speaks softly as his hand grips her, aiding her in stroking him with a tighter grip. She keeps this in memory, for next time, if there is one. Rayne tells herself that she will allow herself to dabble in sin, this one time, for the sake of her own sanity. Being around him long enough proved harder in the beginning, compared to the present. She almost even sometimes forgot her circumstances, and when he left she was so eager for him to come back. Rayne never expected to want him the way she did now. Sure, she found him attractive, and mysterious, but maybe she wanted what she knew she shouldn’t have.
His fingers intertwine through her locks of hair as he grips the base tightly. His eyes lock into hers, there is no request, but there is a command that lies there. Rayne wants to reject him, to leave him hard and able to fend for himself, but then she would be denying the satisfaction she so desperately craves. She could feel the weight of his guidance bring her closer, and she could feel her heart rapidly pound in her chest once more. She uses her free hand to shoo his away as she begins to work at it again. Her lips touch the tip as she brushes her heated breath over him for a moment, and then she takes him into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue cups his base and each time she moves him deeper into her mouth she is sure that he graces the back of her throat. When she comes up she uses her mouth, and hand simultaneously, massing his length in the off times her mouth didn’t occupy him.
Rayne then released him, the sudden extraction causing a ‘pop’ from the lack of suction, her hand still working to ensure he stayed hard for her. “Tell me why I should continue?” She would remind him of what he was missing if he did not have a good answer. She waited only a moment before putting her warm mouth around him again, her plump lips lined around his thickness. She shuddered inwardly at the thought of taking him, all of it, but she could feel the wetness collect between her legs at the thought. Her free hand reached down as she rubbed her clit, her moan vibrating off of him. She dipped her fingers into her slit, making sure her fingers were nice and coated before she brought her hand up, and to his mouth. Rayne would then press them into his lips, coaxing him to taste her the way she was tasting him.
He finally removes his fingers from her mouth, her throat wet from her spit. He trails the liquid along her lips and leans into her, his mouth only inches away, but he does not press her with a kiss. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement, but she only found herself able to bite at her lip idly as she was ready to oblige. Not before she left him off without a slick comment, however. “Working backwards I see,” she speaks softly as his hand grips her, aiding her in stroking him with a tighter grip. She keeps this in memory, for next time, if there is one. Rayne tells herself that she will allow herself to dabble in sin, this one time, for the sake of her own sanity. Being around him long enough proved harder in the beginning, compared to the present. She almost even sometimes forgot her circumstances, and when he left she was so eager for him to come back. Rayne never expected to want him the way she did now. Sure, she found him attractive, and mysterious, but maybe she wanted what she knew she shouldn’t have.
His fingers intertwine through her locks of hair as he grips the base tightly. His eyes lock into hers, there is no request, but there is a command that lies there. Rayne wants to reject him, to leave him hard and able to fend for himself, but then she would be denying the satisfaction she so desperately craves. She could feel the weight of his guidance bring her closer, and she could feel her heart rapidly pound in her chest once more. She uses her free hand to shoo his away as she begins to work at it again. Her lips touch the tip as she brushes her heated breath over him for a moment, and then she takes him into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue cups his base and each time she moves him deeper into her mouth she is sure that he graces the back of her throat. When she comes up she uses her mouth, and hand simultaneously, massing his length in the off times her mouth didn’t occupy him.
Rayne then released him, the sudden extraction causing a ‘pop’ from the lack of suction, her hand still working to ensure he stayed hard for her. “Tell me why I should continue?” She would remind him of what he was missing if he did not have a good answer. She waited only a moment before putting her warm mouth around him again, her plump lips lined around his thickness. She shuddered inwardly at the thought of taking him, all of it, but she could feel the wetness collect between her legs at the thought. Her free hand reached down as she rubbed her clit, her moan vibrating off of him. She dipped her fingers into her slit, making sure her fingers were nice and coated before she brought her hand up, and to his mouth. Rayne would then press them into his lips, coaxing him to taste her the way she was tasting him.
Enzo:
Working backwards I see. He scoffed but otherwise let her think what she wanted. She always had something to say. Now he had a better use for her mouth, and she wasn’t saying no. Even when she shooed his hands away, she didn’t get to her feet. No, she leans forward, teasing him first with a featherlight kiss before she pulls him into her hot mouth. A low groan starts in his chest, his hips flexing up and deeper into her mouth. Sliding her mouth up and down, she swallows him to the back of her throat every time and a bolt of pleasure shoots up his cock every time.
Watching her, he’s captivated, his eyes trained on her mouth, on her lips that stretch around him. His gaze lifts only to seek her gaze and if he doesn’t find it - “Look at me.” Velvety tones are laden with that command in his voice that she grew increasingly unable to resist. When her mouth isn’t working his cock, her hand is. Sliding up and down with a tight grip. But then she pulls him from her mouth with a pop and demands his compliance. An honest to god bark of laughter fills the room. Her boldness is astounding and not what he expected from her. A moment later, his dick is back in her mouth, sliding to the back of her throat. Threading his hand back into her hand, his grip tightened as he pulled off him with another pop.
Immediately, he noticed her hand between her legs. Smirking, his lips part to say something but Rayne does what Enzo does not expect and thrusts her fingers into his mouth. Her arousal touches his tongue and the sweetness of her explodes across his tastebuds. Gripping her wrist in his other hand, he holds her still, deliberately sucking each of her fingers clean. When he’s done, he hauls her to her feet with him as he stands. “I’ll show you.” Then his mouth is crashing down on hers. Walking her backwards towards his bed, his tongue demands entry to her mouth, his teeth scraping against her lower lip until she complies. One hand stays in her hair while the other skims down the side of her body to palm her ass and keep her pressed against him.
In those few moments, an obsession grows. One that threatens to unravel his careful composure. He feels it in the way his fingers pressed into her flesh and tangle in her damp hair. He wants more. He wants to see her into pieces under his touch, just so he can put her back together again. Only to do it all over. It’s no good for either of them, but Enzo can’t find a reason to care. Not when she’s proving to be a greedy little minx. Walking her backwards until her legs meet his bed, he pushes her back onto his bed. Pulling his belt off in one smooth move, he straddles her hips, wrapping the leather around her wrists, he secures her snugly. “You move your hands off the bed, you don’t cum.” His instructions were simple and his expression darkened with the knowledge that she had a hard time following instructions.
Working backwards I see. He scoffed but otherwise let her think what she wanted. She always had something to say. Now he had a better use for her mouth, and she wasn’t saying no. Even when she shooed his hands away, she didn’t get to her feet. No, she leans forward, teasing him first with a featherlight kiss before she pulls him into her hot mouth. A low groan starts in his chest, his hips flexing up and deeper into her mouth. Sliding her mouth up and down, she swallows him to the back of her throat every time and a bolt of pleasure shoots up his cock every time.
Watching her, he’s captivated, his eyes trained on her mouth, on her lips that stretch around him. His gaze lifts only to seek her gaze and if he doesn’t find it - “Look at me.” Velvety tones are laden with that command in his voice that she grew increasingly unable to resist. When her mouth isn’t working his cock, her hand is. Sliding up and down with a tight grip. But then she pulls him from her mouth with a pop and demands his compliance. An honest to god bark of laughter fills the room. Her boldness is astounding and not what he expected from her. A moment later, his dick is back in her mouth, sliding to the back of her throat. Threading his hand back into her hand, his grip tightened as he pulled off him with another pop.
Immediately, he noticed her hand between her legs. Smirking, his lips part to say something but Rayne does what Enzo does not expect and thrusts her fingers into his mouth. Her arousal touches his tongue and the sweetness of her explodes across his tastebuds. Gripping her wrist in his other hand, he holds her still, deliberately sucking each of her fingers clean. When he’s done, he hauls her to her feet with him as he stands. “I’ll show you.” Then his mouth is crashing down on hers. Walking her backwards towards his bed, his tongue demands entry to her mouth, his teeth scraping against her lower lip until she complies. One hand stays in her hair while the other skims down the side of her body to palm her ass and keep her pressed against him.
In those few moments, an obsession grows. One that threatens to unravel his careful composure. He feels it in the way his fingers pressed into her flesh and tangle in her damp hair. He wants more. He wants to see her into pieces under his touch, just so he can put her back together again. Only to do it all over. It’s no good for either of them, but Enzo can’t find a reason to care. Not when she’s proving to be a greedy little minx. Walking her backwards until her legs meet his bed, he pushes her back onto his bed. Pulling his belt off in one smooth move, he straddles her hips, wrapping the leather around her wrists, he secures her snugly. “You move your hands off the bed, you don’t cum.” His instructions were simple and his expression darkened with the knowledge that she had a hard time following instructions.
RAYNE
She plays with him, teases him as she trails her tongue around him. Starting with the tip, down the shaft and right into the back of her throat. Look at me her eyes flicker upwards to meet his intense gaze, the edges of her lips curved into a smirk even though her mouth is full of him. He allows her to continue as his hips flex, she could tell she is holding something over him and if its not power, well, she is accepting of whatever it is. She can feel his fingers trail in her hair as he grips it firmly, her other hand encased in his grip as he licks each finger slowly, deliberately. She moans, his tongue flicking over each finger only makes her mind wonder what it can do when used in other places. She is so lost in the heat of the moment, so lost in his intensity, that she almost forgets who she is. Rayne would have never done this, not with a stranger, not with anyone. But she was growing fond of him in some dark, twisted, fucked up way.
He pulls her off of him and brings her to her feet, locked still in his gaze a husky growl leaves him. He envelopes her into a feverish kiss, his tongue occupying the insides of her cheeks and she meets him there, exploring every bit of his mouth. His other hand grips at her ass and holds her in close as he guides her to the bed, up until she can feel the back of her knees buckle at the edge.
He stops kissing her long enough to push her back onto the bed, removing his belt with a quickness that made her eyes widen. He straddles her and binds her at the wrist with his belt, placing them above her head and shadowing her with a demanding glare. You move your hands off the bed, you don’t cum. It was then she felt her heart leap into her throat, her body yearning for him and she was already wet without his touch. She lay bare at his will, and he was aware she would want to test the waters, but his threat lay thick in the air. Rayne didn’t know what she was getting herself into before this, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t want to be without it once she got a taste.
She simply nods her head, biting at her lips idly with her hands still risen, and bound, above her head. She is vulnerable, hungry. The times she told herself she hated him she was almost certain it warped into some unhealthy obsession. He was all she had to rely on, he made sure of it, and there were very little requests she asked for that he didn’t fulfill. In this state, however, when not dangling the power over her head she grew anxious further. Now he was in control, and if she learned anything about him over the near months she had been here she knew she was not fully aware of what he was capable of.
Enzo was a relentless, selfish man, able to turn off parts of himself that most people could not. Rayne swallowed hard, the ghost of his touch still lingered on her skin and with the very little power she had left she looked him directly in his mismatched gaze.
“Fuck me like I’m yours, Enzo,” because in truth, she did not belong to him. Though she was unaware that in his eyes, it may have been different.
She plays with him, teases him as she trails her tongue around him. Starting with the tip, down the shaft and right into the back of her throat. Look at me her eyes flicker upwards to meet his intense gaze, the edges of her lips curved into a smirk even though her mouth is full of him. He allows her to continue as his hips flex, she could tell she is holding something over him and if its not power, well, she is accepting of whatever it is. She can feel his fingers trail in her hair as he grips it firmly, her other hand encased in his grip as he licks each finger slowly, deliberately. She moans, his tongue flicking over each finger only makes her mind wonder what it can do when used in other places. She is so lost in the heat of the moment, so lost in his intensity, that she almost forgets who she is. Rayne would have never done this, not with a stranger, not with anyone. But she was growing fond of him in some dark, twisted, fucked up way.
He pulls her off of him and brings her to her feet, locked still in his gaze a husky growl leaves him. He envelopes her into a feverish kiss, his tongue occupying the insides of her cheeks and she meets him there, exploring every bit of his mouth. His other hand grips at her ass and holds her in close as he guides her to the bed, up until she can feel the back of her knees buckle at the edge.
He stops kissing her long enough to push her back onto the bed, removing his belt with a quickness that made her eyes widen. He straddles her and binds her at the wrist with his belt, placing them above her head and shadowing her with a demanding glare. You move your hands off the bed, you don’t cum. It was then she felt her heart leap into her throat, her body yearning for him and she was already wet without his touch. She lay bare at his will, and he was aware she would want to test the waters, but his threat lay thick in the air. Rayne didn’t know what she was getting herself into before this, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t want to be without it once she got a taste.
She simply nods her head, biting at her lips idly with her hands still risen, and bound, above her head. She is vulnerable, hungry. The times she told herself she hated him she was almost certain it warped into some unhealthy obsession. He was all she had to rely on, he made sure of it, and there were very little requests she asked for that he didn’t fulfill. In this state, however, when not dangling the power over her head she grew anxious further. Now he was in control, and if she learned anything about him over the near months she had been here she knew she was not fully aware of what he was capable of.
Enzo was a relentless, selfish man, able to turn off parts of himself that most people could not. Rayne swallowed hard, the ghost of his touch still lingered on her skin and with the very little power she had left she looked him directly in his mismatched gaze.
“Fuck me like I’m yours, Enzo,” because in truth, she did not belong to him. Though she was unaware that in his eyes, it may have been different.
Enzo:
Fuck me like I’m yours, Enzo.
Sliding off the mattress and her, he steps back to admire his handy work. Sprawled on his bed, Rayne laid there, her arms bound above her head and her legs spread. Just for him. A slow, sexy smile worked its way across his lips. Cradling the edge of her jaw in his hand, his thumb brushed against her bottom lip. She still didn’t get it. “You are mine.” Tugging at the buttons of his dress shirt, he undid each one just as unhurried as the last until he should shrug it off. Underneath was nothing she hadn’t seen before tonight, the expanse of his inked chest, the dark artwork disappearing over his shoulders and down his back. The ridges of his stomach and the smattering of dark hair that disappeared into his waist band. “Mine to fuck.” He spoke as he undid the button of his pants. Kicking his shoes off under the bed, his socks followed suit before his dress pants and briefs were discarded. “Mine to keep.” He growled.
Hooking a hand over her hip, he stepped between her legs, letting his cock poke her wet cunt. Her arousal was hot and wet against the tip, and so tempting. Resisting the urge to press deeper into her had him dragging in a ragged breath. But nothing more because he was dropping to his knees then, blowing that same breath over her wet cunt. A single finger slid up through her soaked folds to her clit, unhurried and seemingly unbothered. Circling her clit, his slow torture continued - up and down her slit, around and around. Enzo listens to the sounds of her breathing, every gasp, every moan. He memorized what made her hips buck upward and what made her squirm for more. Eventually though, he could resist no more and without warning her, his mouth latched onto her clit. Suckling gently, his tongue laved over her again and again, driving her straight towards an orgasm. The taste of her across his tongue was better than any of the world’s finest food or drink. Instantly addictive, he knew he’d have her as his last meal if he got the choice.
Then he stopped.
Again he blew his breath over her heated skin. “You ask permission to cum.” Two fingers plunged into her then, all the way to his knuckles. She clamped down around him, so deliciously tight he couldn’t wait to bury his cock in her. “Understand?” Then he withdrew, leaving her empty and wanton for only a second. Enzo repeated this, over and over again, all while watching the way she stretched around his fingers - the way her arousal began to drip down her skin. Pausing, he let her come back down, her orgasm slipping from her fingers again, so that she could consider his words, his commands. But Enzo couldn’t not touch her, not with her legs spread so indecently, her cunt pink and glistening with her desire. Desire that was just for him. Turns out she hadn’t simply hated him all this time.
Fuck me like I’m yours, Enzo.
Sliding off the mattress and her, he steps back to admire his handy work. Sprawled on his bed, Rayne laid there, her arms bound above her head and her legs spread. Just for him. A slow, sexy smile worked its way across his lips. Cradling the edge of her jaw in his hand, his thumb brushed against her bottom lip. She still didn’t get it. “You are mine.” Tugging at the buttons of his dress shirt, he undid each one just as unhurried as the last until he should shrug it off. Underneath was nothing she hadn’t seen before tonight, the expanse of his inked chest, the dark artwork disappearing over his shoulders and down his back. The ridges of his stomach and the smattering of dark hair that disappeared into his waist band. “Mine to fuck.” He spoke as he undid the button of his pants. Kicking his shoes off under the bed, his socks followed suit before his dress pants and briefs were discarded. “Mine to keep.” He growled.
Hooking a hand over her hip, he stepped between her legs, letting his cock poke her wet cunt. Her arousal was hot and wet against the tip, and so tempting. Resisting the urge to press deeper into her had him dragging in a ragged breath. But nothing more because he was dropping to his knees then, blowing that same breath over her wet cunt. A single finger slid up through her soaked folds to her clit, unhurried and seemingly unbothered. Circling her clit, his slow torture continued - up and down her slit, around and around. Enzo listens to the sounds of her breathing, every gasp, every moan. He memorized what made her hips buck upward and what made her squirm for more. Eventually though, he could resist no more and without warning her, his mouth latched onto her clit. Suckling gently, his tongue laved over her again and again, driving her straight towards an orgasm. The taste of her across his tongue was better than any of the world’s finest food or drink. Instantly addictive, he knew he’d have her as his last meal if he got the choice.
Then he stopped.
Again he blew his breath over her heated skin. “You ask permission to cum.” Two fingers plunged into her then, all the way to his knuckles. She clamped down around him, so deliciously tight he couldn’t wait to bury his cock in her. “Understand?” Then he withdrew, leaving her empty and wanton for only a second. Enzo repeated this, over and over again, all while watching the way she stretched around his fingers - the way her arousal began to drip down her skin. Pausing, he let her come back down, her orgasm slipping from her fingers again, so that she could consider his words, his commands. But Enzo couldn’t not touch her, not with her legs spread so indecently, her cunt pink and glistening with her desire. Desire that was just for him. Turns out she hadn’t simply hated him all this time.
RAYNE
Her eyes follow him as he steps away, slowly beginning to undress. She can’t help but to eat him up with her hungry gaze, his tattoos, his toned body, the way the shadows of his room compliment his build. His tone so deep and laced with possession—she is his, he stated and she finds her brows knit together. She wants to withdraw, to correct him as he stands there, but he continues to address and she finds the word caught in her throat. Rayne simply can’t deny him and it ignites something in her that is twisted between denial and desperation. He fully undresses and approaches her, she can not help but to take note of how hard he is as he stands before her. His hand hooks into her hip and he pulls them closer together and presses his cock over her entrance, causing her hips to buck slightly. He doesn’t plunge into her though, not the way she imagined he would in her head. She is soaked, she can feel her arousal dripping down her cunt and between the cracks of her ass as she lay there, she is almost certain the sheets below are coated with her.
He disappears which causes her head to lift off the bed slightly, but she can only see the top of his head. She is caught off guard when he slowly slides his finger into her, slipping in with ease and her stomach immediately flexes as a moan fills the room. He works at her slow, it’s so pleasantly daunting, and she tries to wiggle herself down to coax him deeper. This continues on for what feels like forever, and his finger is replaced with the heat and wet of his mouth. Her hands grip the sheets above them, she almost moves them to grasp at his hair, but he was very clear about what that would mean. “Fuckkkkk,” she moaned into the empty air, the heat of her body was so intense and every time he passed over her clit she could not stop the involuntary twitching of her legs.
She could feel herself on edge, her hands gripping harder at the sheets with closed eyes, unable to hold back her moans. Surely anyone in the outside hall could hear.
Then he would abruptly stop. You ask permission to cum. She has no time to respond as he plunges his fingers into her, deep into her core, she could feel herself tighten around his fingers. Understand? Her breath hitches and she bites her lip hard, “yes!” she says once, and then he takes his fingers out again before plunging them back into her, knuckle deep. “Mmm,” she leaned her head back into the bed. She could feel herself closing in, the way her pussy tensed around his fingers, the way her hips bucked. How wet he made her. He must’ve known that she was growing close because he paused, “please don’t stop,” she huffed out a heavy breath of air, circling her hips around his fingers so that she could feel something, anything, that belonged to him.
“I want you so fucking bad,” words that would have been foreign in any other circumstance. She wanted to feel him occupy any empty space inside of her. She wanted to know what it felt like to feel full, but only full of him. She told herself she hated him, and only like the idea of him—but she was so wrong.
Rayne was his to fuck and to keep. No matter how much she hated the idea of it, she could not help but get lost in the twisted mess of it all.
Her eyes follow him as he steps away, slowly beginning to undress. She can’t help but to eat him up with her hungry gaze, his tattoos, his toned body, the way the shadows of his room compliment his build. His tone so deep and laced with possession—she is his, he stated and she finds her brows knit together. She wants to withdraw, to correct him as he stands there, but he continues to address and she finds the word caught in her throat. Rayne simply can’t deny him and it ignites something in her that is twisted between denial and desperation. He fully undresses and approaches her, she can not help but to take note of how hard he is as he stands before her. His hand hooks into her hip and he pulls them closer together and presses his cock over her entrance, causing her hips to buck slightly. He doesn’t plunge into her though, not the way she imagined he would in her head. She is soaked, she can feel her arousal dripping down her cunt and between the cracks of her ass as she lay there, she is almost certain the sheets below are coated with her.
He disappears which causes her head to lift off the bed slightly, but she can only see the top of his head. She is caught off guard when he slowly slides his finger into her, slipping in with ease and her stomach immediately flexes as a moan fills the room. He works at her slow, it’s so pleasantly daunting, and she tries to wiggle herself down to coax him deeper. This continues on for what feels like forever, and his finger is replaced with the heat and wet of his mouth. Her hands grip the sheets above them, she almost moves them to grasp at his hair, but he was very clear about what that would mean. “Fuckkkkk,” she moaned into the empty air, the heat of her body was so intense and every time he passed over her clit she could not stop the involuntary twitching of her legs.
She could feel herself on edge, her hands gripping harder at the sheets with closed eyes, unable to hold back her moans. Surely anyone in the outside hall could hear.
Then he would abruptly stop. You ask permission to cum. She has no time to respond as he plunges his fingers into her, deep into her core, she could feel herself tighten around his fingers. Understand? Her breath hitches and she bites her lip hard, “yes!” she says once, and then he takes his fingers out again before plunging them back into her, knuckle deep. “Mmm,” she leaned her head back into the bed. She could feel herself closing in, the way her pussy tensed around his fingers, the way her hips bucked. How wet he made her. He must’ve known that she was growing close because he paused, “please don’t stop,” she huffed out a heavy breath of air, circling her hips around his fingers so that she could feel something, anything, that belonged to him.
“I want you so fucking bad,” words that would have been foreign in any other circumstance. She wanted to feel him occupy any empty space inside of her. She wanted to know what it felt like to feel full, but only full of him. She told herself she hated him, and only like the idea of him—but she was so wrong.
Rayne was his to fuck and to keep. No matter how much she hated the idea of it, she could not help but get lost in the twisted mess of it all.
Enzo:
Her voice echoed off his bedroom walls, the sinful sounds soaking in the paint like they’d stay there forever so he could replay her voice over and over again. She writhed and bucked under his ministrations as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument. It made his cock harder and harder. No matter how he ached to sink into her wet cunt, he didn’t. Yet. He wanted to feel her cum against his mouth first, to feel her muscles tighten around his tongue with pleasure. Yes! She conceded that she understood but only time would tell if she remembered to follow through. Enzo wouldn’t lie, he wouldn’t pass up a chance to punish her, to reminder her that it was his rules that she followed. So he didn’t remind her, he didn’t encourage her to beg for her release. He did just the opposite. Peppering kisses down in the insides of her thighs, he settle back down to feast on her. His tongue swirled around her clit. His mouth suckled insistently. His fingers slid in and out of her tight cunt.
When Rayne begged him not to stop, he discovered one of his favorite sounds. Smiling against her skin, he gave her what she wanted. He didn’t stop. Slipping a third finger into her, he stretched her further, his self control crumbling with each throaty man and every buck of her hips. For all her resistance, Rayne was a wanton creature, desperate for the euphoria he offered her. A sheen of sweat broke across her skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly - she couldn’t hide what he was doing to her even if she wanted to.
I want you so fucking bad.
There was no stopping his groan, the sound muffled with his face still buried between her thighs. What he wouldn’t do to hear her scream his name in ecstasy as she came. “We’re just getting started, baby.” He murmured against her skin. And then he clamped his lips down on her clit, sucking until she unraveled, fucking her with his fingers like he had all the time in the world. In no aspect of his life was Enzo merciful. The bedroom was no different. He’d suck every drop of pleasure from her body until she had nothing left to give him. And he’d still demand more. With her arousal coating his lips and chin, Enzo couldn’t bring himself to stop until he felt her orgasm rip through her body.
Her voice echoed off his bedroom walls, the sinful sounds soaking in the paint like they’d stay there forever so he could replay her voice over and over again. She writhed and bucked under his ministrations as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument. It made his cock harder and harder. No matter how he ached to sink into her wet cunt, he didn’t. Yet. He wanted to feel her cum against his mouth first, to feel her muscles tighten around his tongue with pleasure. Yes! She conceded that she understood but only time would tell if she remembered to follow through. Enzo wouldn’t lie, he wouldn’t pass up a chance to punish her, to reminder her that it was his rules that she followed. So he didn’t remind her, he didn’t encourage her to beg for her release. He did just the opposite. Peppering kisses down in the insides of her thighs, he settle back down to feast on her. His tongue swirled around her clit. His mouth suckled insistently. His fingers slid in and out of her tight cunt.
When Rayne begged him not to stop, he discovered one of his favorite sounds. Smiling against her skin, he gave her what she wanted. He didn’t stop. Slipping a third finger into her, he stretched her further, his self control crumbling with each throaty man and every buck of her hips. For all her resistance, Rayne was a wanton creature, desperate for the euphoria he offered her. A sheen of sweat broke across her skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly - she couldn’t hide what he was doing to her even if she wanted to.
I want you so fucking bad.
There was no stopping his groan, the sound muffled with his face still buried between her thighs. What he wouldn’t do to hear her scream his name in ecstasy as she came. “We’re just getting started, baby.” He murmured against her skin. And then he clamped his lips down on her clit, sucking until she unraveled, fucking her with his fingers like he had all the time in the world. In no aspect of his life was Enzo merciful. The bedroom was no different. He’d suck every drop of pleasure from her body until she had nothing left to give him. And he’d still demand more. With her arousal coating his lips and chin, Enzo couldn’t bring himself to stop until he felt her orgasm rip through her body.
RAYNE
He was relentless, his tongue working harder and faster, her fingers twirling through his silk sheets as she gripped them, reminding herself that she was not to remove her hands from the bed. It was proving harder, however, the longer he lavishly licked her, fingering her harder and deeper with each thrust. He then dipped a third finger in and she felt herself stretch further around his fingers, her body instinctively tightening around them, her head leaned so far back into the bed that her back arched. We’re just getting started, baby. Just getting started? Unable to vocalize the words she thought, she only met him with a muffled moan as she bit at her lip, hard. Again his mouth found her clit as he sucked on her clit, finger fucking her at the same time with no means of letting up. Rayne wasn’t sure how much more she would be able to take.
Her mind became lost in a euphoric state, her eyes closed as her hips bucked and her legs trembled. Her mouth went to open, to tell him she was so close, but they were choked in her throat and hidden behind ragged breaths and moans. As she felt her climax near, her fingers released the silk of the sheets and found his hair, her fingers entangled in his dark locks as she tried her best to push him away. “Fuck,” she hissed between her teeth as her toes curled, no longer able to hold herself back. She came, her breaths heavy and her fingers gripping his hair even tighter, only loosening when she finally came down from it all. With her wrists still bound together she brought them to her chest, doing her best to calm her racing heart. When she peeked up at him she saw her arousal coated all over his lips, leaving a wet shine over his top lip and dripping from his chin.
Rayne then remembered she had broken his commands, not just one, but both of them simultaneously. “Shit," she gritted her teeth together, the look on his face telling her that he was all but done with her. She lifted herself to her knees, trying to redeem herself because, in truth, if he was capable of that with his mouth she could only image what she was up against when she didn’t follow direction. She cupped his cheeks, as well as she could with bound wrist, and slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of herself from his lips. She then trailed kisses down his bare chest, licking between his abs until she reached his hard cock. Rayne took him back into her mouth, inviting him into the warmth of her cheeks.
Rayne had yet to learn she didn’t do well in distracting him.
He was relentless, his tongue working harder and faster, her fingers twirling through his silk sheets as she gripped them, reminding herself that she was not to remove her hands from the bed. It was proving harder, however, the longer he lavishly licked her, fingering her harder and deeper with each thrust. He then dipped a third finger in and she felt herself stretch further around his fingers, her body instinctively tightening around them, her head leaned so far back into the bed that her back arched. We’re just getting started, baby. Just getting started? Unable to vocalize the words she thought, she only met him with a muffled moan as she bit at her lip, hard. Again his mouth found her clit as he sucked on her clit, finger fucking her at the same time with no means of letting up. Rayne wasn’t sure how much more she would be able to take.
Her mind became lost in a euphoric state, her eyes closed as her hips bucked and her legs trembled. Her mouth went to open, to tell him she was so close, but they were choked in her throat and hidden behind ragged breaths and moans. As she felt her climax near, her fingers released the silk of the sheets and found his hair, her fingers entangled in his dark locks as she tried her best to push him away. “Fuck,” she hissed between her teeth as her toes curled, no longer able to hold herself back. She came, her breaths heavy and her fingers gripping his hair even tighter, only loosening when she finally came down from it all. With her wrists still bound together she brought them to her chest, doing her best to calm her racing heart. When she peeked up at him she saw her arousal coated all over his lips, leaving a wet shine over his top lip and dripping from his chin.
Rayne then remembered she had broken his commands, not just one, but both of them simultaneously. “Shit," she gritted her teeth together, the look on his face telling her that he was all but done with her. She lifted herself to her knees, trying to redeem herself because, in truth, if he was capable of that with his mouth she could only image what she was up against when she didn’t follow direction. She cupped his cheeks, as well as she could with bound wrist, and slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of herself from his lips. She then trailed kisses down his bare chest, licking between his abs until she reached his hard cock. Rayne took him back into her mouth, inviting him into the warmth of her cheeks.
Rayne had yet to learn she didn’t do well in distracting him.
Enzo:
Her orgasm hit her as hard as he hoped it would. And in the midst of losing herself in ecstasy, she broke not just one rule, but two. Her hands had left the bed to fist his hair, holding him to her like her life depended on it. Standing, he looks at her with a devilish grin that promises she will pay for her mistakes. She realizes it immediately too. Shit. He smirks. Rising to her knees, on shaky legs no doubt, she tries her best to distract him, to make up for her error. He simply watches her as she comes closer, cradling his face as much as she can with her still bound hands before pressing a kiss to his mouth. Working her way lower, he didn’t stop her, letting her think she was getting her way as his hand fisted her hair once more. Her mouth slid over his cock, welcoming him back into the wet heat of her throat, her tongue cupping the underside of his cock. But as soon as she slides back up his length, he uses his grip on her hair to pull her all the way up to face him. Leaving her kneeling in front of him on the edge of bed, he shakes his head, a tut of disapproval falling from his lips. “You broke the rules.”
There was something seductively sinister in his voice, like he had hoped that she would do just that. “Turn around.” His hands would caress both of her ass cheeks before running up her back to apply pressure on her shoulders, forcing her chest down to the bed with her ass up on the air. It left him with a view of all her most intimate places. Her cunt with slick with evidence of her climax, her skin glistening and her flesh swollen. Enzo never gave her a warning when it came to anything he did to her or for her and he wasn’t about to start now. His palm connected with her skin, a sharp slap that left a red mark on her exposed ass. “You don’t get to cum again.” His thumb ran over her sensitive clit. “And because I don’t get to feel you cum on my cock, I’m going to spank your ass until you feel it every time you sit tomorrow.” Two punishments wrapped up in one pretty bow. Rayne didn’t know it yet, but she was going to live to regret her defiance, her lack of self control.
Stepping up behind her, one hand fisted his length as he dragged the head up and down her slit, coating it in her arousal. Sheathing himself entirely, in one smooth go, Enzo sank into her with a low groan, a murmured “Fuck.” as he went. To add to her agony, he’d reach out her, his hand slipping between her thighs to tease her clit. She wasn’t just going to feel him slide all the way out and back in, he was going to make sure that she was desperate to cum. He wanted to hear her beg and plead for that sweet release, only so he could deny her. It was a lesson he wanted her to learn and know with every fiber of her being - all her pleasure came from him, at his whim. Even if she made it incredibly difficult to stick to his own rules. He channeled his disappointment into pushing her closer and closer towards a climax, feeling his own cock swell with the need to cum.
Looking down, he watched her pink little cunt stretch to accommodate him, his length disappearing inside of her with every stroke. His thumb pressed against her asshole then, applying only the lightest amount of pressure. One of these days, he’d have her ass too. But judging from the way her body tightened with anxiety, that would take time - he wouldn’t fit in her virgin ass. Not yet anyways. But it sure was a tantalizing offer. She clamped down on him then, hinting at her impending orgasm. Again his palm connected with her ass, chasing away her immediate release with the sting of pain. “Are you on any birth control?” His pace slowed and sure as hell hoped she was.
Her orgasm hit her as hard as he hoped it would. And in the midst of losing herself in ecstasy, she broke not just one rule, but two. Her hands had left the bed to fist his hair, holding him to her like her life depended on it. Standing, he looks at her with a devilish grin that promises she will pay for her mistakes. She realizes it immediately too. Shit. He smirks. Rising to her knees, on shaky legs no doubt, she tries her best to distract him, to make up for her error. He simply watches her as she comes closer, cradling his face as much as she can with her still bound hands before pressing a kiss to his mouth. Working her way lower, he didn’t stop her, letting her think she was getting her way as his hand fisted her hair once more. Her mouth slid over his cock, welcoming him back into the wet heat of her throat, her tongue cupping the underside of his cock. But as soon as she slides back up his length, he uses his grip on her hair to pull her all the way up to face him. Leaving her kneeling in front of him on the edge of bed, he shakes his head, a tut of disapproval falling from his lips. “You broke the rules.”
There was something seductively sinister in his voice, like he had hoped that she would do just that. “Turn around.” His hands would caress both of her ass cheeks before running up her back to apply pressure on her shoulders, forcing her chest down to the bed with her ass up on the air. It left him with a view of all her most intimate places. Her cunt with slick with evidence of her climax, her skin glistening and her flesh swollen. Enzo never gave her a warning when it came to anything he did to her or for her and he wasn’t about to start now. His palm connected with her skin, a sharp slap that left a red mark on her exposed ass. “You don’t get to cum again.” His thumb ran over her sensitive clit. “And because I don’t get to feel you cum on my cock, I’m going to spank your ass until you feel it every time you sit tomorrow.” Two punishments wrapped up in one pretty bow. Rayne didn’t know it yet, but she was going to live to regret her defiance, her lack of self control.
Stepping up behind her, one hand fisted his length as he dragged the head up and down her slit, coating it in her arousal. Sheathing himself entirely, in one smooth go, Enzo sank into her with a low groan, a murmured “Fuck.” as he went. To add to her agony, he’d reach out her, his hand slipping between her thighs to tease her clit. She wasn’t just going to feel him slide all the way out and back in, he was going to make sure that she was desperate to cum. He wanted to hear her beg and plead for that sweet release, only so he could deny her. It was a lesson he wanted her to learn and know with every fiber of her being - all her pleasure came from him, at his whim. Even if she made it incredibly difficult to stick to his own rules. He channeled his disappointment into pushing her closer and closer towards a climax, feeling his own cock swell with the need to cum.
Looking down, he watched her pink little cunt stretch to accommodate him, his length disappearing inside of her with every stroke. His thumb pressed against her asshole then, applying only the lightest amount of pressure. One of these days, he’d have her ass too. But judging from the way her body tightened with anxiety, that would take time - he wouldn’t fit in her virgin ass. Not yet anyways. But it sure was a tantalizing offer. She clamped down on him then, hinting at her impending orgasm. Again his palm connected with her ass, chasing away her immediate release with the sting of pain. “Are you on any birth control?” His pace slowed and sure as hell hoped she was.
RAYNE
She didn’t taste him long before used the grip he had on her hair to bring her back up, and to his attention. Turn around, not giving her a moment to argue with him as she did just that, the force of him pressing his hands on the back of her shoulders brought her chest to the bed. He was quiet for a moment and she imagined he was taking a good look-over. The insides of her thighs were coated, she could feel it drip down her legs. Rayne, for a short moment, felt scrutinized under his gaze so she went to look over her shoulder, but before she could do so the sting of his bare palm against her ass caused her to flinch, sucking air in between her teeth. You don’t get to cum again. Rayne released a long huff, knowing he was a man of his word, but disappointed that she allowed him to have such control over her. And because I don’t get to feel you cum on my cock, I’m going to spank your ass until you feel it every time you sit tomorrow. She braced herself in case he went to do it again, but he had other plans.
He began to run his cock over her wet slit. One, two, three times—the teasing was too much as her fingers gripped the cloth of the bed, her lips parting to speak, to beg. He slipped into her without warning, his entire cock filled her causing her to release a loud moan, gripping at the sheets even harder while she bit her lip. She could hear his own pleasure which caused her satisfaction. Rayne had one trick up her sleeve that she didn’t use yet, and she found this moment to be the perfect time. She flexed her muscles, tightening around his cock while he was inside of her and holding it there with every stroke until he broke her concentration. He leaned over and rubbed her clit, “Fuckkk,” she groaned, burying her head into the pillow in front of her to muffle the rest of her moans. She could find herself growing so close, doing her best to steady her breath. She could feel his thumb press gently against her asshole, a different sensation coming over her entirely. Rayne never allowed anyone to penetrate her ass, and she had a feeling the idea was spewing in his mind. She didn’t have much time to linger as she tightened around him once more, on the verge of coming, but he knew already and his palm connected to her skin with another hard smack!
She sucked air through her teeth again, the sting lingered there for a moment as he continued to fuck her, his voice finally cracking through the silence to ask if she was on birth control. Between strokes, and still close to coming, she nodded her head between huffs “yes,” She breathed, trying her best to steady her breaths and moans so she could try and take advantage of the moment and, in fact, come again against his wishes. She wanted to be selfish, she wanted to lose herself to him in the moment. She wanted to feel every part of him for as long as she could.
She didn’t taste him long before used the grip he had on her hair to bring her back up, and to his attention. Turn around, not giving her a moment to argue with him as she did just that, the force of him pressing his hands on the back of her shoulders brought her chest to the bed. He was quiet for a moment and she imagined he was taking a good look-over. The insides of her thighs were coated, she could feel it drip down her legs. Rayne, for a short moment, felt scrutinized under his gaze so she went to look over her shoulder, but before she could do so the sting of his bare palm against her ass caused her to flinch, sucking air in between her teeth. You don’t get to cum again. Rayne released a long huff, knowing he was a man of his word, but disappointed that she allowed him to have such control over her. And because I don’t get to feel you cum on my cock, I’m going to spank your ass until you feel it every time you sit tomorrow. She braced herself in case he went to do it again, but he had other plans.
He began to run his cock over her wet slit. One, two, three times—the teasing was too much as her fingers gripped the cloth of the bed, her lips parting to speak, to beg. He slipped into her without warning, his entire cock filled her causing her to release a loud moan, gripping at the sheets even harder while she bit her lip. She could hear his own pleasure which caused her satisfaction. Rayne had one trick up her sleeve that she didn’t use yet, and she found this moment to be the perfect time. She flexed her muscles, tightening around his cock while he was inside of her and holding it there with every stroke until he broke her concentration. He leaned over and rubbed her clit, “Fuckkk,” she groaned, burying her head into the pillow in front of her to muffle the rest of her moans. She could find herself growing so close, doing her best to steady her breath. She could feel his thumb press gently against her asshole, a different sensation coming over her entirely. Rayne never allowed anyone to penetrate her ass, and she had a feeling the idea was spewing in his mind. She didn’t have much time to linger as she tightened around him once more, on the verge of coming, but he knew already and his palm connected to her skin with another hard smack!
She sucked air through her teeth again, the sting lingered there for a moment as he continued to fuck her, his voice finally cracking through the silence to ask if she was on birth control. Between strokes, and still close to coming, she nodded her head between huffs “yes,” She breathed, trying her best to steady her breaths and moans so she could try and take advantage of the moment and, in fact, come again against his wishes. She wanted to be selfish, she wanted to lose herself to him in the moment. She wanted to feel every part of him for as long as she could.
Enzo:
Thank fuck. She breathed out a single word of confirmation as it was all he needed. Maybe he should have been a little more aware, a little more considerate of the fact that she could be lying. But when she was wrapped around him in an already tight grip, all reason went out the window when he felt her muscles flex and contract, squeezing him tighter. “Fucking hell.” It was his turn to breathe out the words as he slowly dragged himself in and out of her. Her body drew him back in, just as greedy as he was to get lost in her wet warmth. Getting lost in the sensation, he gripped one ass cheek, using his hold on her to rock her back against him, to thrust her down harder onto his rigid cock.
Pulling out of her, he glistened with her arousal, evidence of her lust for him dripping down her thighs. Fucking her was better than he ever could have imagined.
Dipping back into her, he gave her only the tip, teasing the both of them until he sank fully into her soaked cunt, burying himself as deep as he could. Then he set a brutal pace. Each long stroke was followed by a rough thrust that he felt reverberate through her body. And he didn’t let her cum again, changing his pace just enough every time he felt her body tighten with her impending climax, every time he felt her muscles spasm with desperation. Her frustration became palpable and ultimately, was what sent him over the edge. She squirmed, her body begging him for another orgasm, for even just the slightest graze of his fingertips of her clit. His own orgasm tore through him with an addictive intensity. Enzo spilled himself into her with a low groan.
He stayed there, rooted deep inside her until his cock stopped twitching. Breathing heavily, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, Enzo dipped two fingers into her languidly. Reaching over her, he unwound his belt from around her wrists, rubbing each one, one at a time. Then he wound the pelt around his own hand. “Ready, baby?” His voice was low as he dragged the leather strap up her back and over her ass. He hadn’t forgotten his promise to her. “You don’t move.” He instructed, that command ever present in his silky voice. In a show of mercy that she wouldn’t understand, he didn’t ask her to count, not this time. She had driven him across the lines of easing her into anything. She’d remember tonight for so many reasons.
The leather of his belt slapped across her ass without warning with none of his strength behind it. He let it lick harshly against her flawless skin with the bite of its own weight and the speed of his swing. Her cry was music to his ears. When she jumped, her body tightening as pain registered in her brain, his cum dripped out of her. What a sight she was to behold. Marveling her, he swung his belt a second time, harder this time, watching her skin redden in thick, red stripes. His cock was hard all over again, ready to plunge into her all over again. The next two came in rapid succession. A hand on her back steadied her, keeping her right where she was, forcing her to take whatever her gave her.
Maybe he was being a bit harsh. But any concept of taking it slow was long gone. The need to control her, to watch her bend to his every whim, to hear her beg and plead for a pleasure only he can offer her, it overwhelmed and consumed him. With one final swing, his belt swung through the air, no lighter than the previous three as it connected with her ass in a sharp slap. His cum coated her thighs, dripped onto the bed from all her moving, a vain attempt to avoid him. “Good girl.”
Thank fuck. She breathed out a single word of confirmation as it was all he needed. Maybe he should have been a little more aware, a little more considerate of the fact that she could be lying. But when she was wrapped around him in an already tight grip, all reason went out the window when he felt her muscles flex and contract, squeezing him tighter. “Fucking hell.” It was his turn to breathe out the words as he slowly dragged himself in and out of her. Her body drew him back in, just as greedy as he was to get lost in her wet warmth. Getting lost in the sensation, he gripped one ass cheek, using his hold on her to rock her back against him, to thrust her down harder onto his rigid cock.
Pulling out of her, he glistened with her arousal, evidence of her lust for him dripping down her thighs. Fucking her was better than he ever could have imagined.
Dipping back into her, he gave her only the tip, teasing the both of them until he sank fully into her soaked cunt, burying himself as deep as he could. Then he set a brutal pace. Each long stroke was followed by a rough thrust that he felt reverberate through her body. And he didn’t let her cum again, changing his pace just enough every time he felt her body tighten with her impending climax, every time he felt her muscles spasm with desperation. Her frustration became palpable and ultimately, was what sent him over the edge. She squirmed, her body begging him for another orgasm, for even just the slightest graze of his fingertips of her clit. His own orgasm tore through him with an addictive intensity. Enzo spilled himself into her with a low groan.
He stayed there, rooted deep inside her until his cock stopped twitching. Breathing heavily, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, Enzo dipped two fingers into her languidly. Reaching over her, he unwound his belt from around her wrists, rubbing each one, one at a time. Then he wound the pelt around his own hand. “Ready, baby?” His voice was low as he dragged the leather strap up her back and over her ass. He hadn’t forgotten his promise to her. “You don’t move.” He instructed, that command ever present in his silky voice. In a show of mercy that she wouldn’t understand, he didn’t ask her to count, not this time. She had driven him across the lines of easing her into anything. She’d remember tonight for so many reasons.
The leather of his belt slapped across her ass without warning with none of his strength behind it. He let it lick harshly against her flawless skin with the bite of its own weight and the speed of his swing. Her cry was music to his ears. When she jumped, her body tightening as pain registered in her brain, his cum dripped out of her. What a sight she was to behold. Marveling her, he swung his belt a second time, harder this time, watching her skin redden in thick, red stripes. His cock was hard all over again, ready to plunge into her all over again. The next two came in rapid succession. A hand on her back steadied her, keeping her right where she was, forcing her to take whatever her gave her.
Maybe he was being a bit harsh. But any concept of taking it slow was long gone. The need to control her, to watch her bend to his every whim, to hear her beg and plead for a pleasure only he can offer her, it overwhelmed and consumed him. With one final swing, his belt swung through the air, no lighter than the previous three as it connected with her ass in a sharp slap. His cum coated her thighs, dripped onto the bed from all her moving, a vain attempt to avoid him. “Good girl.”
RAYNE
His slow rhythm was agonizing. Each time it felt as though he would pull out of her, he dipped right back in, deeply, holding himself there for a moment before he repeated. She wanted more, she could feel the greed welling inside of her, and it was as though he was able to read her mind as he gripped at her ass and began at a much more brutal, fast, and intense pace. Enzo shoved his cock into her so deeply she swore she could feel him in her gut, each time her ass clapped off his naked thighs caused her to breath out a heavy breath of air, her fingers interlacing deeper into the silk sheets. Her cheek was still buried into the pillow, her ass in the air gripped by a solid palm, each deep thrust sending her closer to the edge. Each time she got there though he was quick to change his rhythm, he was learning her body, her cues, and she found herself growing frustrated. She wanted to come for him, on him, to make him hers in her own way, but he wouldn’t allow it. Her wrists were still bound beneath her chest, and with a couple more thrust he came inside of her, his warm cum dripped down her legs and he remained there until he was finished.
She breathed heavily, disappointed, and still immensely turned on. His fingers filled her, causing her to twitch, and Rayne, in her own naive mind, found herself inwardly excited that perhaps he would give her another round. This time, to let her finish, but she was wrong.
He released her wrists and rubbed them gently before asking if she was ready. Her brows knit together, confused, and then he would tell her not to move. Before she could turn, or ask anything, the lash of leather welted across her ass causing a pained, and surprised cry to leave her. Rayne wanted to move, to turn on him, but the second lash came with a quicker, more violent speed and weight. She jumped, but his hand quickly retreated to her back and held her there meaning there was more to come. Her fingers clenched the sheets at she grit her teeth together, her shoulders tensing as she anticipated what was coming next. Rayne didn’t bother to move, she knew it would be far worse if she did and so she closed her eyes and arched her back when the next two came to follow. The pain was enough to make her not feel his cum, his claim over her, dripping down her legs and onto the bed beneath her. Finally he lashed her with the last one, she sucked the air between her teeth, seething inwardly. Good girl. Rayne could feel her heart thud heavily in her chest, her eyes watered with tears from the pain. Her skin was welted, red, and she could still feel the ghost lashings against them.
She stood to face him, staring him directly in the eyes and at his smug face. Without saying anything to him she went back to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and turned on the shower to cold. She stepped in, a shock to her system at first, but the water cooled the heated skin of her ass.
Rayne sat in silence, promising herself that this would never happen again.
His slow rhythm was agonizing. Each time it felt as though he would pull out of her, he dipped right back in, deeply, holding himself there for a moment before he repeated. She wanted more, she could feel the greed welling inside of her, and it was as though he was able to read her mind as he gripped at her ass and began at a much more brutal, fast, and intense pace. Enzo shoved his cock into her so deeply she swore she could feel him in her gut, each time her ass clapped off his naked thighs caused her to breath out a heavy breath of air, her fingers interlacing deeper into the silk sheets. Her cheek was still buried into the pillow, her ass in the air gripped by a solid palm, each deep thrust sending her closer to the edge. Each time she got there though he was quick to change his rhythm, he was learning her body, her cues, and she found herself growing frustrated. She wanted to come for him, on him, to make him hers in her own way, but he wouldn’t allow it. Her wrists were still bound beneath her chest, and with a couple more thrust he came inside of her, his warm cum dripped down her legs and he remained there until he was finished.
She breathed heavily, disappointed, and still immensely turned on. His fingers filled her, causing her to twitch, and Rayne, in her own naive mind, found herself inwardly excited that perhaps he would give her another round. This time, to let her finish, but she was wrong.
He released her wrists and rubbed them gently before asking if she was ready. Her brows knit together, confused, and then he would tell her not to move. Before she could turn, or ask anything, the lash of leather welted across her ass causing a pained, and surprised cry to leave her. Rayne wanted to move, to turn on him, but the second lash came with a quicker, more violent speed and weight. She jumped, but his hand quickly retreated to her back and held her there meaning there was more to come. Her fingers clenched the sheets at she grit her teeth together, her shoulders tensing as she anticipated what was coming next. Rayne didn’t bother to move, she knew it would be far worse if she did and so she closed her eyes and arched her back when the next two came to follow. The pain was enough to make her not feel his cum, his claim over her, dripping down her legs and onto the bed beneath her. Finally he lashed her with the last one, she sucked the air between her teeth, seething inwardly. Good girl. Rayne could feel her heart thud heavily in her chest, her eyes watered with tears from the pain. Her skin was welted, red, and she could still feel the ghost lashings against them.
She stood to face him, staring him directly in the eyes and at his smug face. Without saying anything to him she went back to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, and turned on the shower to cold. She stepped in, a shock to her system at first, but the water cooled the heated skin of her ass.
Rayne sat in silence, promising herself that this would never happen again.