11
THE FIRST TEAR FALLS
ENZO
I stare at the lithe, naked limbs flung around my bed, enchanted by Adriana's stunning body. She sighs in her sleep and then lifts her head, threatening to wake, before she moves toward me. My girl nestles against me, nuzzling in the crook of my body as she settles again and I fucking love it.
It's a far cry from the beginning of last night.
I thought she'd find the dress code required for formal occasions difficult and I almost lost my shit with her. Adriana's misunderstanding was almost comical, but it also shows how much guidance she needs. I'll have to be more careful with my instruction in the future, at least until she learns to anticipate my needsand learns the rules of Hell.
Adriana was a brat during dinner, but she turned playful afterward. One thing led to another with the help of some pheromones and a touch of magic. There's no point being a demon if you can't corrupt, but Adriana needed little encouragement.
It caught me by surprise, pleasantly so. Less than a week ago, I was dragging her into my bed and demanding she made good on our agreement. Last night, she initiated our activities and didn't flinch when I fucked her in public.
If she keeps this up, I'll fuck her in front of all of my domain. Regularly. Viciously. Mostly for my pleasure, but also to make damn sure every fucker knows who owns her.
Adriana sighs again, and she's beginning to wake. I'm tempted to guide her head down and slip my cock into her mouth. Usually, I wouldn't hesitate, but this morning I'm wondering if it's a good idea. I'd almost certainly enjoy it—but she might not appreciate waking up with my dick rammed down her throat and I don't want to undo the progress she made yesterday.
A willing submissive is more enjoyable than a resistant one.
Adriana's growing confidence and her change in attitude will make it much easier to mold her. Soon, I'll be able to defile her as and when I want, and the fun can really begin. She'll learn that degradation and pain can be enjoyable—and if not, she'll do it anyway.
“Morning,” she rasps, stretching and moving away.
It's disappointing.
“Do you need a hand to the bathroom?” I ask.
She shakes her head, gets out of bed, takes a step and falls to the ground.
I laugh and watch her stumbling as she tries to stand, finally moving to lift her off the ground. She growls as I carry her to the bathroom, leaving her on the toilet and returning a few minutes later.
“Better, baby?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re vile.”
My smirk widens and I pick her up off the toilet, carrying her back to my bed. “You didn’t think so last night, Adriana. Or, if you did, you couldn’t get enough of me.”
Adriana groans and I crawl on top of her, pinning her beneath me with my weight.
“Daddy was fucking proud of you, baby girl.”
She squirms and I can smell her cunt start to get wet. Adriana’s too fucking perfect and this is too damn easy. My girl loves degradation—she simply doesn’t know it yet—and I’m going to enjoy demeaning and debasing her.
“It won’t be happening again.”
I ignore the irritation brewing in the pit of my stomach and kiss her neck.
“Adi, I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy of yours as often as I damn well like. And your mouth. And your ass. By the time I’m finished training you, I’ll have you dripping for my cock and ready to take me in any hole I goddamn want.”
Her legs squeeze together and I’m damn sure her clit begins to throb.
“Let’s add a couple of rules, baby. You call me Daddy from now on. You don’t touch yourself without my permission. You don’t come without my permission, and you thank me for your orgasms.”
She groans and stares at the painting on the wall, trying to dissociate again. Adriana has a nasty habit of trying to avoid me at times like this, and she’s pushing my buttons. Praising her got me fuck all in return and now I’m forced to take what I want by a different method. One that will make her sulk.
“From now on, you go naked or wear lingerie in my loft.”
Her eyes snap back to me, and their innocent pale blue irises flood with anger.
“No.”
“Yes, baby. You are too fucking hot to hide underneath clothes and it pleases me to see your sexy little body.” I smirk and she blushes. “I’ll make an exception for the gym or if we have human guests over.”
“Fuck you,” she spits.
My smirk widens. “You already did, sweet girl. And you loved it. Your pussy begged for my cock and I’m going to abuse that perfect cunt of yours. I rather like the idea of breeding you. I’m going to fill you with my come until it’s got nowhere to go but down your legs.”
She rolls her hips against me, grinding into my cock. Her face curls in horror, but her cunt wants more. Adriana’s caught between disgust and desperation and watching her struggle with her desire is a delight.
It’s a temptation I can’t resist.
“Admit it, baby. You’re gagging for Daddy’s cock.”
She shakes her head and arches her back, trying to escape the inevitable. Her pelvis bucks again, and she grinds onto my cock and I smirk, knowing she’s already answering my question.
I know.
And she knows it.
“Daddy’s going to take care of you now.”
I slide the tip of my cock over her and she groans, half in pleasure, half in disgust. Her body wants this, but her head’s fighting it, and the dissonance is exquisite. Adriana’s getting wetter by the second and her pussy’s dripping onto my cock, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Such a good slut for Daddy.”
I slam into her and she screams. I’m not gentle. I’m not kind. I’m fucking rough and her pussy clamps around my cock, desperate for the pleasure I’m giving her. Adriana closes her eyes, presumably imagining herself under someone other than me.
It riles me, and this habit ends now. I grab her chin and turn it back to me, digging my fingers in to cause pain. She opens her beautiful, innocent eyes and stares up at me, pleading for reprieve.
She won’t find any.
Not when degrading her is so fucking arousing.
“Eyes on me, baby. Always on me.”
She tries to close them and I slam into her so damn hard she can feel my cock at the back of her throat.
“Eyes on me, or I’ll make it hurt.”
She whimpers and I pound into her, deliberately hurting her to prove my point. My girl trembles and arches her back, part of her disliking the pain and part of her getting high off it. She’s fucking perfect and I intend to play with her pain threshold.
Later.
Today is for another kind of torment.
“Tell Daddy how much you love his cock.”
Adriana’s mouth falls open and I resist the urge to pull my dick out of her cunt and thrust it into her mouth. I want her to admit she enjoys fucking me. I need her to admit it. She’s got to move past the ridiculous notion that she’s clinging to, the lie that her head insists is true. The one that is holding her back.
“No.”
“Baby girl.” I slam into her. Hard. Vicious. I love it. “First, it’s no, Daddy.” I thrust harder and she cries. “Second, don’t lie.” I slam into her again and her breathing stutters. “Daddy.” Thrust. “Doesn’t.” Thrust. “Like.” Thrust. “Liars.”
Her lip trembles, and she’s fucking breaking under me.
My cock throbs as tears flood her eyes and if she thinks crying will save her, then she’s mistaken. I’m going to shatter her, shatter her illusions. Adriana loves my cock, loves fucking me and she loves pain and degradation, and the sooner she accepts it, the better off she’ll be.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Stop.” Her lip trembles. “Please, just fucking stop.” She’s about to break and it’s fucking beautiful. “I can’t…” She sobs. “Please, Enzo. I don’t like…” She swallows, closes her eyes for a brief moment, and snaps them back up to me. “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I whisper back, softening the force of my fucking. “Now, tell Daddy how much of a slut you are for his cock.”
Adriana bites her lip and shakes her head, trying to hold herself together. I’m pushing her to breaking point and I want her to crack apart so I can build her back into my perfect submissive girl.
“Are you Daddy’s little slut?”
My cock strokes her cunt, letting her have pleasure instead of pain. The softness catches Adriana by surprise and she blinks, nodding her head.
“Words, baby girl.”
“Yes.” She swallows and the first tear falls. “Daddy.”
I move gently, letting her have more pleasure as she bursts into tears. They’re streaming down her face and she’s so fucking pretty this way. Adriana’s crying real tears as her delusions shatter and she’s left with no alternative but to face her reality. The reality that is me.
“Say it, baby.”
She sobs and I kiss her face, licking away her tears. Adriana winces and cries harder, staring in disbelief as I make my pleasure at her pain damn clear to her.
“Cry all you want, baby. I love your fucking tears. You’re so damn pretty when you cry.” I thrust a little harder and tense against my arousal, pushing back against the orgasm that my cock’s desperately close to achieving. “Say it, baby.”
My rhythm picks up and Adriana moves with me, chasing the high she thinks will save her.
“You’re not coming until you say it.”
She arches her back and the defiance in her eyes burns red hot. It’s stunning, and she’s about to do something she’ll regret. My girl’s going to test me and she’s going to suffer. It’ll give her no pleasure, but I can’t say the same for me.
“I was doing just fine before you.”
I smirk and let my control break. My cock slams into her as I fuck her hard, relentlessly thrusting as I chase my climax.
Adriana cries as the pain catches her on every thrust and her fingers grip the bedsheets as she grounds herself, trying to ignore the pain.
“Daddy’s going to come inside his favorite little fuck toy. Cunt or mouth, slut?”
She shrieks and I slam into her.
“Daddy will pick for you if you don’t choose now.”
She shakes her head.
I pull out, grab her hair and force my cock into her mouth as she splutters around me. Adriana takes my dick until it’s all the way down her throat and I still, giving her a moment to adjust. She moans, and I thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat as I hold her in place.
My hips move fast and I’m far from gentle as my orgasm builds in seconds. I tip my head back as my balls tighten and I come down her throat, lasting only a few seconds.
I withdraw and my come trickles down Adriana’s face, mixing with her saliva and her tears. She’s so dirty. It’s fucking beautiful and I’m going to enjoy repeating this game.
“Clean yourself up, Adriana.” I get up and walk to the bathroom. “I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast. We’ll talk about you starting work next week.”
I glance back over my shoulder, watching as she curls herself up and sobs. If I had a heart, it would feel for her, but I don’t, and her sobs almost make me want to fuck her again.
“Remember your dress code.”
I close the door and wash, dressing quickly. Adriana’s wails occasionally reach my ears through the shower, and knowing she’s distressed does something to me I haven’t felt before. I don’t like it and whatever this is; I want it to stop. I want her to stop. I want to comfort her until she’s okay and the nagging feeling sits uncomfortably with me as drink my coffee.
Two cups later, she emerges. Adriana tentatively walks down the stairs wearing an ordinary underwear set that doesn’t do her justice. Worse, she’s trying to hide it underneath a silk dressing gown.
My temper flares but I ignore its spark, getting up and making her tea. Her eyes are bloodshot and she looks devastated as she sips her drink.
“I understand you’re starting next week,” I begin.
She nods.
“Good,” I reply, and she shrugs her shoulders. “My driver will take you to and from work. Or Byron. No one else, Adriana. If you want to go out after work to make friends, then you need to ask permission. If there are any work trips, then I need to know about them.”
She nods again and swallows down a small sob.
I pull a new phone out of the drawer and slide it over the marble counter to her. Adriana stares at the expensive phone, intrigued but cautious before she finally takes it.
“You want me to use this one?”
“Yes.” I drink my coffee. “It has a tracker in it, so I know where you are.”
Her eyebrows rise, and she doesn’t argue. She’s learning but there’s something sad about the lack of fight. Her fire is going out and I don’t want it to. Not when I enjoy playing with it so damn much.
“It’s for your safety, baby. You’re too precious for me to take a risk. I trust you to follow the rules, but there are far too many dangers out there. I’m keeping you safe, not chaining you to me.”
Adriana’s eyes flick to mine and the spark lights again.
“Is there any difference?”
I smile and walk towards her, undoing her robe and sliding the silk off her shoulders. “I suppose there isn’t.” I kiss the curve where her neck begins. “You are mine, Adriana. Do as I ask and you’ll get everything you want.”
She stifles another sob, and I walk away, leaving her to make her own damn breakfast. I pull my phone out, messaging Eva with Adriana’s measurements and specific instructions as to the type of lingerie I want bought. Pretty, elegant and classy, as well as outrageously slutty. Lace and ribbons, leather straps and studs.
I relax on the sofa, planning how I’m going to fuck Adriana today. The island counter is a given. The stairs are a certainty. I might take her outside and fuck her in the garden if she wants some air. There are floors and walls and furniture that I haven’t christened with her come, and it’s going to be an agonizing wait for it.
Because Adriana isn’t coming until she gives me what I want. And what I want is for her to admit she’s a whore for my cock.