8
A SUITABLE PUNISHMENT
ENZO
M y hands clutch a large glass of wine as I stroll to the sitting area, admiring Adriana’s figure as she lounges on the sofa. She’s still wearing those awful sweats and they’re failing to hide the curve of her ass as she stretches out.
She’s reading and I’ve spent the evening leaving her alone, allowing her time to recover before I demand her complete attention.
“Baby,” I say, passing her the drink.
“I really don’t like it,” she says, sitting up before she takes the wine glass.
“I really don’t give a shit. Now thank me. Properly.”
Her brows furrow as her lip twitches.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I nod and wait for her to finish with her wine. She turns the pages of her book, sipping the Bordeaux, oblivious to the vintage she’s consuming. Usually, her ignoring me would irk me, but yet again I find myself drawn to her quiet calm as she loses herself in the story she’s reading.
“Did you decide which offer to take?”
Her head lifts, and she closes the book, sliding it across the coffee table. She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplates what to say next, presumably worried it’ll offend me.
“How does this work, Enzo?” Her worried glance is another sign of how far out of her depth she is. “I mean, does it make any difference which one I choose? Or will you make it work out for me, regardless of the choice I make?”
She’s quick. Quicker than most.
Her choice is, as she’s guessed, irrelevant in a way. One will cause some dire consequences for others and another will save an almost bankrupt firm, but Adriana doesn’t need to know these details.
“That’s the deal we made. You get the job you want, the career you want and almost anything else you want—and I get you.”
“Almost anything else?”
“You can’t undo the deal, sweet girl.” I smile and the flicker of hope in her eyes extinguishes. “Nor bring about world peace and other ridiculously unachievable notions.”
She sinks against the back of the sofa, and I slide closer to her.
“Did you want my advice?”
“No,” she mumbles. “Thanks, but I’ve already made my mind up. I just wanted to check it wasn’t going to end in disaster.”
My smile broadens as she tells me her choice, confirming that I’ll be able to cause mayhem and destruction in her name. The literary firm she’s picked is prestigious, but it’s in trouble and saving it will come at a price. One that has knock-on consequences that I’ll enjoy watching unfold. She doesn’t need to know this. It’s a lie that will keep her from getting hurt.
“I’ll let them know tomorrow.”
I pull her against me and stroke her hair, petting her as a reward for being good.
“We need to discuss earlier, baby.”
Her fear is palpable, and it’s feeding the part of me she’d rather it wasn’t.
“You disrespected me and I won’t tolerate it.” I let a beat of silence press my point. “Before we left.” Another beat of silence passes. “And when you were out shopping.”
She whines a protest.
“I understand your reluctance to make your situation worse, but I expect obedience, Adriana. When I ask you to do something, you do it. I won’t let either go unpunished.”
I’ve been looking for a reason to turn her ass a pretty shade of red and Adriana made it far too easy. She’ll be more compliant after a damn good spanking and while I’d usually use my belt, the girl’s far too inexperienced to endure a thrashing.
I need her to learn a lesson, not be so fucking terrified she pisses herself whenever she sees me.
“Strip.”
Adriana draws back and her eyes question mine. She doesn’t find the reprieve she’s desperately searching for and she tips her head back, groaning as she realizes there’s no way out.
“What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I fucking want.”
I grip the seat, forcing myself to keep my hands off her and make her take her clothes off for me. She’s slow, nervous and that’s okay for now, but in time she’ll learn I won’t tolerate a hesitant response.
“You can leave your underwear on.”
She exhales and the minor act of generosity soothes her, making her think I’m being kind. I’m not. I’m manipulating her into thinking I’ve noticed her anxiety and have eased this for her for the sole purpose of making her easier to control later.
“Good girl.”
Adriana sits, practically trembling against me.
“Kneel and lean on the back of the sofa, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and she knows what’s about to happen. She lifts her chest and rests her shoulders on the top of the sofa, gripping it with her tiny, pale fingers.
My dick turns rock hard, anticipating the spanking I’m about to deliver.
“Thank me after each strike.”
“Why?”
Adriana isn’t being petulant. She genuinely wants to know, and it’s another piece of the puzzle that I needed to see. The girl finds it easier when she understands the reason I want her to do something and, for her, blind instructions will be difficult.
“Because it shows I give enough of a shit to be bothered punishing you. I wouldn’t correct you if I didn’t give a fuck.”
It’s not a pretty answer, but it’s the one she needs.
My hand rubs her ass, and she flinches, already hyperaware of my touch. She’s responsive and nervous, and it’s fucking glorious. My fingers grope her pert little ass and she sucks a stuttered breath in—and I spank her, hard and fast, and before she knows what’s coming.
She cries out in shock, and I glance down, admiring the color spreading over her butt.
“You’ve had instruction. Obey or this gets worse.”
Adriana gasps and mumbles a quiet, embarrassed thanks without the honorific. It’s a start. A bad one, but it’s progress and for now that’s enough.
My hand moves to her other cheek, and she stiffens, preparing for the next spank. I bide my time, enjoying the feel of her ass as I play with her, and when she relaxes, I strike again.
Her reaction is exquisite, and I want to hear more of her cries so I can swallow them down. She manages to finish thanking me before I spank her again, landing hard slaps on each side, to her surprise. My girl is out of her depth and when her thanks contain the hint of sobbing in her tone, my control breaks.
“You can stop thanking me.”
My hand connects with her ass, over and over. She cries and the red spreading over her tight ass is a fucking wet dream. Adriana’s back arches as she tries to move away, and I grab her hair, holding her down as I spank her ass until it’s scarlet.
She sobs as she begs me to stop, and her pain and desperation are a fucking gift. Adriana is afraid and her reaction’s driving me wild, making me crave every agonizing sound that comes out of her mouth. Tears cover her face as I refuse to stop, only coming to my senses when she screams and her legs start shaking.
“Good girl.” I take a breath. “You’re almost done.”
“Please, stop.”
“You broke the rules and now you need to be punished, baby. It’s almost over, sweet girl. Then it’s all forgiven.”
She sobs and I massage her ass, captivated by the red burning across her cheeks. I drop my head, kissing it and making her wince with the tender touch that clearly catches her by surprise. I open my mouth and bite down, hard, determined my bite mark will remain after the crimson fades.
Adriana cries and tenses while I hold her, extracting all the pain I can as I thrive off her reaction.
“Thank me.”
She sobs and I pull her hair back off her face, washing away her tears as I offer her some comfort. She complies, remembering the honorific and her weight slumps against the sofa.
I pull her head down, dragging her onto my lap as I settle on the sofa. She has done well and now she needs to learn that her offense is erased, now she has completed the punishment.
I’m careful, gentle, and it surprises me. I’m not usually this tender with my playthings, but Adriana is different. She’s special and I want her to grow into the confident, obedient submissive I’ve fantasized over for years. She’s occupied my thoughts for the past three months, but I’ve spent years watching over her, waiting until I was certain she was everything I hoped for before trapping her in an inescapable deal.
Adriana moves and stiffens as she catches my cock with her body.
Our eyes meet and I smirk, thrilled she’s about to receive a second lesson now. One she’ll find more pleasurable.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?”
Adriana shakes her head and sits up tentatively, hesitating in case her ass burns any hotter.
“You said the punishment was over. You said it was forgiven when it ended.”
My fingers trace her chin and run down the side of her face. She's crying because she's confused, and these are not tears I want. I'll take all her tears of joy and pain, fear and anger, hurt and despair—but not these. Not when she's beginning to understand.
“This is for pleasure,” I say, reassuring her. “Mine and yours. Sometimes I'll brutally fuck your mouth, but not now. Take my cock out, play with it. Explore it. Learn what pleases me—and what you enjoy too.”
Those fucking perfect lips of hers twitch again, and this idea doesn’t thrill her. She’ll learn fast or suffer. In the meantime, Adriana needs some encouragement, and I stretch my arms along the back of the sofa, grinning wickedly at her.
“Take my cock out or I'll come all over your pretty face, baby.”
Her jaw tightens and her hands move down, undoing my belt as I recline and let her work. Her hand shakes and her nervousness gives her away, sending my arousal soaring as I realize she's only ever touched one dick.
“Have you ever touched cock before?”
She shakes her head and blushes.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “That's it. Nice and slow. It doesn’t bite.”
Her eyes narrow and she stares, focusing on my rock-hard cock as she pulls it out of my briefs. It's already dripping precum, already primed for fucking, and Adriana swallows, intimidated by the sheer damn size of me.
“Wrap your hand around and stroke it, baby. It fucked your pretty pussy last night, and my cock's aching for your cunt.”
Adriana's weight shifts and I'm damn sure her clit throbbed. My girl loves it when I'm filthy and when she accepts she gets off on it, I'll be able to degrade her. Properly.
Her fingers waver as they reach for my dick and it twitches, excited and ready for action. When she finally touches it, the feeling is euphoric and I groan in pleasure.
“Too much?” she asks.
“Not enough.” I grunt through the pleasure building. “More, baby. You're doing so good.”
Her grip tightens, and her hand moves faster as she finds her rhythm and confidence. I shower her with praise, determined to reward her as she learns. Her technique isn't the best I've known, but she'll improve with time and there's something about the way her fingers feel around my cock that has me wanting more.
“On your knees.”
I sweep her hair back and guide her to the floor, adjusting her until she's nestled between my legs.
“Keep going, Adriana. You're doing so fucking good.”
I pull her hair into a ponytail and take a firm grip. I won’t force her down or hold her in place tonight, but there's no point making this too gentle for her.
My cock twitches and leaks more precum and when her pupils dilate, it drives me wild.
“Lick the tip, baby.”
She freezes and I wait, seeing if she'll recover. She doesn't until I give her a slight push forward and then her tongue darts out of her mouth, tentatively touching my aching cock.
“That's it.” I moan. “I need more. You can give me more.”
Adriana licks around the head, exploring my cock as she eases into this. By the time I'm finished with her, she'll be a fucking expert at sucking dick, but the girl is learning and pushing too hard is counterproductive.
“Use your lips.”
She obeys, and it's heaven, or as close to it as I'll ever fucking get these days. Adriana is a surprisingly fast learner, rolling her lips up and down my shaft and pressing her tongue against a spot that sends a bolt of pleasure through my core.
“Fucking good girl,” I rasp. “You're a natural. Now, open your mouth and suck on Daddy's dick.”
And like a well-trained submissive, she obeys without questioning, easing my thick hard cock into her mouth. Her lips close around my dick and her warm, wet mouth is as perfect as her cunt.
Adriana groans, sending a vibration pulsing through my cock, discovering demon cock tastes fantastic. Its flavor changes to suit the recipient and my girl's loving whatever taste is trickling down her throat.
I buck my hips, gently easing my cock towards the back of her throat. Adriana doesn't fight me, doesn't gag, and if anything sucks harder, eagerly encouraging my dick to find her throat.
I move more freely, playing with her hair as I moan and tell her how great this feels. Adriana lets my cock slip all the way down her throat and I release a sound from the depths of my chest, exhilarated and pleased as my cock receives the adoration it deserves. Her cheeks hollow and she's working harder, moaning around my cock as she enjoys this too.
“I'm going to come, baby.”
She draws back and my hand holds her in place for the first time. The tightness in my stomach heats into an inferno and my orgasm is impossible to hold back.
“You’re so good at sucking Daddy's cock, and now I'm going to paint your throat with my come. Just swallow, baby. Eyes on me as you swallow Daddy's come.”
I tip her head back, and my dick explodes. I come hard, spilling hot come down my submissive girl's throat and Adriana swallows, frantically trying to keep up with the deluge.
I still when every last drop has poured into her mouth.
My cock's still hard as I pull back and my come spills out of Adriana's mouth. I grin, enjoying the sight and sound of her spluttering as she tries to figure this bit out.
“Perfect.”
I sweep my come back into her mouth, and she sucks it off my thumb.
“Perfect, Adriana. See, nothing to fear.”
I pull her onto the sofa, stroking her body before my hands slip between her thighs.
“Spread them for me. It's your turn, baby.”
Her legs open and I dive between them, sucking on her clit as I feast on her sweet cunt. She tastes better than any pussy I remember eating and my tongue laps at her, quickly bringing her to the brink of climax.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come all over Daddy's face.”
Her back arches and her fingers claw against her stomach, searching for release from the agony of being close to oblivion.
I suck her clit into my mouth and Adriana comes, shaking against me as she screams and surrenders to bliss. My tongue flicks over her clit and I draw her orgasm out, rolling her straight into a second one.
She screams my name in pleasure and I want more, sliding my fingers into her and forcing a third climax. My girl's sweating and shaking, lost in the pleasure I'm giving her as she mumbles incoherently, begging for more and pleading for it to stop.
I lick her clean, savoring every drop of her climax as she collapses on the sofa. She's panting and those beautiful blue eyes are hazy, glazed over as her consciousness slips away.
“Sleep, Adriana. We'll pick this up later, baby.”
She moans as I pick her up, and she lifts her head. “You're the fucking devil, Enzo.”
I laugh wildly, thrilled with the praise she thinks is an insult. My girl has a lot to learn, but for now, she needs to rest so I can fuck her hard and train her to please me.