14
PARTICULARLY GIFTED
ADRIANA
“D rink,” Enzo growls, thrusting a mug of something hot toward my hands. “It’ll help the hangover.”
I roll away and crinkle my nose up, disgusted by the smell of anything right now. Nausea rises from the pit of my stomach as a wave of something vile washes over me. I’m clammy, my head is about to explode and the room is spinning.
Moving makes it worse.
Enzo slides closer, boxing me in against the headboard, staring at me like I’m despicable. His deep brown eyes show no kindness and he brings the mug of whatever the hell it is to my lips, demanding I drink it.
This is the hangover from hell.
I sip and gag, appalled by the taste.
“It’s vile.”
“I never said it tasted nice. I said it would help with the hangover.” He glares and his features elongate, threatening to become demonic. “Drink or I’ll force it down your throat.”
I gulp, ignoring the nausea, and drink. The liquid is truly vile, and I swallow it down quickly, retching after I finish it.
“Good girl. It’ll take a minute or two. Hold on for me, baby.”
I groan and try not to vomit, tipping my head forward onto his shoulder. He’s warm. His chest is surprisingly soft. His arms feel safe as they wrap around me. His strokes down my back are tender.
“Why are you being nice?” I mumble.
“I do not know,” he replies. “You got shitfaced last night and behaved badly.”
I groan, remembering dancing with Enzo in some club somewhere. He didn’t seem to mind my drunken antics when I was grinding into him or flaunting my body. I distinctly remember him grabbing my ass on several occasions, and a shade of crimson breaks out over my face as the horror of last night comes back to haunt me.
“Baby, I loved last night. You’re fucking hot when you dance like that. But getting drunk to avoid a fucking won’t work with me.”
“Did we?”
A deep laugh rolls off his chest. “No, Adi. We did not. Use alcohol to avoid my cock again and you will not enjoy the consequences.”
I nod and realize my head feels better, and the room’s stopped spinning. My nausea’s fading away and I jerk my head up, staring in disbelief as my hangover disappears.
“How did you… What did you make me drink?”
“Consider it another perk of fucking a demon,” Enzo says. “Don’t worry. It’s safe. There’s nothing too disgusting in it.”
I’m not sure that’s as reassuring as he’d like it to be. By demon standards, that could mean a whole world of things humans find repulsive, and my lips twitch in annoyance.
“Did you have fun?” he asks.
I stare at the painting on his wall as I think about his question. The sad truth is I did. And a lot of it. I’d drunk whatever I wanted, danced whenever I wanted, and felt entirely safe, certain Enzo wouldn’t let me come to harm. I’d lost all my inhibitions and felt better for it. More alive. Less beholden to the opinions of others—or that nagging voice in my head telling me I need to behave.
“Adi, stop giving a shit about what others think of you. You’re constrained by ridiculous ideas about how you should behave and you’ll be a damn sight happier if you accept the things you enjoy and stop giving a fuck about whether it’s right or not.”
Enzo isn’t just talking about dancing or drinking. He’s moving the topic onto other pleasurable pursuits and I’m well aware of where this conversation is heading. We’re circling back to what he wants me to admit, and this is going to end in another fucking.
Worse, Enzo has a point. It’s incredibly annoying, but he is right, at least on this occasion. This hasn’t been the way I’d wanted to discover what I liked in bed, but it’s been effective, and the cold, harsh truth is that Enzo is an excellent lover. He’s gifted. He’s been generous. And he has me practically begging to try more things with him.
When I’m ready.
And that’s the sticking point here.
He takes what he wants and I don’t feel ready for it. He’s not encouraging me, he’s demanding. He isn’t nudging or guiding me, he’s dragging me kicking and screaming. He’ll want to play again and it won’t be long, now that my hangover’s cured.
A girl shouldn’t complain, but this is getting ridiculous.
And it’s becoming increasingly frustrating. My pussy clenches every time he even thinks about initiating sex and my clit throbs so often it might as well be permanently on. Enzo is an asshole, but he makes my body come alive and the climaxes and pleasure are divine. They’re heavenly. They’re nirvana, except they’re given by a demon.
And he’s been withholding them.
I’m frustrated. I’m desperate to come. Desperate enough to consider running to the toilet to masturbate, but I’m damn sure the asshole would know, and then there’d be some sort of consequence.
It’s becoming a problem. More than a problem. A burden. A distraction. It’s all I can think about and it’s only been two days. I’m not sure if I’m going to make it to three.
I don’t want to make it to three.
Enzo’s been clear about what I need to do and I’m just about ready to cave. There’s just something about saying those goddamn words that makes my stomach churn. It’s demeaning. It’s disgusting. It’s depraved, and he’s going to get off on it.
I might get off on it too, and I’m not sure I’m ready to find that out.
“Adi?”
“Hmmm.”
“What are you thinking, baby?”
I blush and bite my lip, refusing to tell him I’m thinking about his cock and the fantastic things it does to my pussy. The scarlet deepens as Enzo’s stare intensifies, and the more I try to think about anything else, the less I seem able to.
“Baby…” He grins, wickedly. “You can have my cock anytime you want it. Just ask nicely.”
“It’s so…”
His eyebrow arches and I groan, mortified that my mouth has run away with itself. It’s started something and now Enzo’s going to make me finish it, and I may as well just tell him before he forces it out of me.
“ Embarrassing .”
Enzo’s face softens and for a moment he looks like he cares. More than cares. “Baby, it’s normal. Natural even. I realize this is new to you, but none of this is wrong. You’re made to enjoy fucking and I’m particularly gifted, and our preferences align. Stop fighting me and you’ll be a damn sight better off.”
I nod and he kisses me gently, passionately. Like he’s thrilled I’m finally opening up to him and this is all he really wanted. The man is a monster, but he’s not as terrible as I thought he was, and when his tongue plays in my mouth, it sets my body on fire.
My back arches as I press my breasts into him, grabbing his arms as I haul myself onto his lap. Our bodies connect and it’s strangely right, almost as if his was made to fit mine. His skin sets mine alight and electricity courses over me and into my core, striking my clit with another one of those irritating, annoying, and heavenly pulses.
“See,” he says as he pulls away. “It’s so much better when you accept this. Accept yourself, Adi. Accept me.”
I nod.
“And then we can start having some real fun. Baby, it’s driving me insane just thinking about the things I want to do to you. You’re going to love them. You’ll cry and scream and beg, and I’ll use that perfect little cunt of yours until you can’t stand to be without my cock in it.”
His hand dips between my legs, and his fingers stroke my clit. I sigh, relieved he’s easing the goddamn aching that’s been building.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“Yes.” I rasp, grinding into him.
A sharp sting of pain spreads across my ass as Enzo spanks me. Hard enough to catch my attention and ruin my fun.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He smiles and slides his hand up my back, pulling my hair down so he can kiss my exposed neck. His teeth grate as he drags them down, and he isn’t gentle as he bites and sucks, sending me wild with pleasure.
“Who owns your cunt, baby girl?”
“Fuck,” I say, gasping as my core shudders. “That feels so good, Enzo. Why does it feel so good?”
Enzo laughs against my neck and his head moves lower as he pulls my body away from him. His mouth plays with my breasts as I moan and writhe, increasingly desperate for more than he’s giving me.
“Answer me and I’ll tell you, Adi.” He bites my breast and the jolt of excitement darts straight to my clit. “Who owns your perfect little pussy?”
I groan as he flicks his fingers over my clit and my arousal increases, heated by the filthy things he’s saying.
“You do, Daddy.”
He takes a nipple into his mouth and plays with it, flicking his tongue over it before grating it with his teeth. The mix of pleasure and pain has me on edge, and I want more. I need more. More of the heat rising in my core and making my pussy wet. More of the insane pleasure and disgusting pain coursing through me.
“It’s because you’re a slut for Daddy.”
I shudder as my body quakes, excited and already close to climax. My chest tightens as my breathing quickens and my heart pounds so damn hard it might explode.
And Enzo keeps playing with my clit. Circling it and catching it between his thumb and fingers. He knows how I like to be touched and the pleasure is exquisite as he builds it before letting it collapse, only to build it back up again.
“Tell me you’re a slut for Daddy.”
Another tremble quakes through my pelvis and my pussy contracts, desperate for relief. I’m getting closer and closer to orgasm, and Enzo’s filthy mouth is only making me more aroused.
I don’t know if I want this.
But I know I won't get what I want without it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I moan as he presses my clit harder and faster.
“I’m such a slut.”
My legs shake as my pleasure increases and I damn near come at the sound of my own words. It’s degrading and filthy, but my cunt loves it. It loves the pleasure building and the thought of what Enzo is going to do only makes me more aroused. The thought of the disgusting things he’ll make me do in pursuit of pleasure.
“I’m such a slut for Daddy. I want Daddy’s cock. Please, Daddy. I need your cock to fuck me.”
Enzo groans and hauls me closer to him. His cock digs into me, pressing against my clit as he slides it over me. The asshole’s teasing me. Giving me a taste, but not nearly enough to satisfy me.
“You can do better, baby.”
I don’t hesitate. “Please, Daddy. My pussy’s desperate for you to fuck it. I’m begging you to play with me. I’ll be your perfect little slut. Just fuck me and I’ll do anything. Any-fucking-thing for your cock.”
He growls as he flips me over, lifting me onto my knees and grabbing my hands. He holds them in the small of my back and I buck as he lines his cock up at my entrance.
I’m moaning and pleading with him, incoherent.
“Daddy’s going to fuck your perfect cunt. He won’t be gentle, sweet girl. You wanted my cock and now you’re going to fucking take it.”
“Please, Daddy, I need it.”
Enzo thrusts his cock into me so damn hard it makes me catch my breath. A burst of pain shoots through my core as he catches my cervix and I try to move but can’t, held firmly in place. His hand tightens around my wrist while the other grips my waist and there’s no way for me to escape this. Escape him.
And he moves. Hard and fast, fucking me furiously and without restraint. Pleasure merges with pain as his dick hits all the right places and it hurts so good that I scream, begging for more. He pounds into me and the only option for me is to take it, surrendering to Enzo as he takes everything he wants.
There’s ecstasy in the submission. A relief and release of tension, knowing that all I have to do is surrender. I’m giving him everything he wants, and in return, he’s giving me what I need.
What I want.
My arousal increases again, and this time it becomes an unstoppable wave of pleasure. Enzo isn’t stopping, still fucking me with a frenzied rhythm that has me approaching a climax that’s going to shatter me.
“I’m going to come, Daddy. Please, I can’t hold it.”
Enzo roars and slams into me harder. “Come for Daddy. I love it when my slut comes on Daddy’s cock.”
I shatter apart as my pussy contracts, and pleasure explodes through me. My chest collapses and I can’t breathe, can’t think. I can’t feel and all I know is the orgasm tearing me to pieces. My eyes roll back and I lose control, shaking and mumbling as I writhe underneath Enzo.
He thrusts again and roars louder, coming inside me. His fingers tighten as he holds me still, lazily pumping every last drop of come into me and pursuing every moment of pleasure.
Enzo’s hands release me, only to grab me again and haul me into his arms.
“So fucking proud, baby. You’re perfect. A perfect fucking whore.”
I blink, trying to focus on him as my vision struggles to work. I’m still dazed by the orgasm and nothing’s working properly. I can’t get my limbs to move. I can’t make my eyes focus. I can’t find any words to say, let alone get my mouth to utter them.
“It’s okay, Adi. I’m going to worship your perfect little body and give you the attention you deserve. I’ve got you. All you have to do is relax and let me take care of you.”